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Harry blearily opened his eyes and realised it was night-time. He turned his head slightly and noticed Remus deep in conversation with Madame Pomfrey. He shut his eyes again, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Be honest with me here. What are his chances?" said Remus, a waver in his voice.

"Well by the looks of things, he may need another bone marrow transplant soon enough. He seems to be responding well to the treatment, but I feel that it needs to be more aggressive to get rid of this for good. However if it comes back it will be harder to treat, his magic will start rebelling against the treatment and cause more damage than good."

Madame Pomfrey's voice wavered "If we can rid him of this for a year then his chances are good but if it comes back after a year of being declared in remission then the best you could do would be to make him comfortable."

Harry's stomach dropped, he gave a great gasp as his heart started beating erraticly. His eyes snapped open and he jumped out of bed, ignoring the wave of dizziness that followed.

"I'm going to die?" screamed Harry, trembling violently and grabbing on the the headboard for support.

"Harry no of course not." Remus soothed, coming over and hugging him tightly.

"You have very good chances Harry." said Remus softly, pulling Harry back onto the bed and holding him.

"I'm scared." Harry whispered in a broken voice that broke both adults hearts "I don't want to die."

"You won't die. You won't." said Remus, tears falling into the trembling boys hair.

"It's okay to be scared Harry, heck if it was me, I'd be terrified. But you need to be strong now. We will fight this." said Remus, with determination.

Harry clutched tightly at Remus' robes as he fell into an uneasy sleep.

-xxx-

Harry had finally been let out of the hospital wing with a list of instructions as long as his arm. He had been given loads of potions to take to prevent any further episodes as well as syringes in case he was unconscious. He was very happy to be out, it was a fine, warm spring day and tomorrow he would be playing Quidditch against Slytherin to see who won the house cup.

"HARRY!"

Harry turned around and smiled at his best friends. Heaving his bag of potions, he made his way towards them. Hermione pounced on him and gave him a bone cracking hug.

"OUCH! 'Mione I'm a bit sore here." chuckled Harry, rubbing his ribs.

"Oh I'm so sorry Harry. Here let me take those." said Hermione, taking the bag of potions.

"Thanks." said Harry, stretching his sore arms.

"Shall we go down to Hagrids?" said Harry, smiling slightly.

"Yeah why not." said Hermione, throwing the bag of potions with difficulty over her shoulder.

Ron rolled his eyes and took the bag.

"C'mon then let's go."

The three of them made their way out of the grounds and down to Hagrids hut. Their way was blocked, however by three people they did not want to see.

"Well look who it is, the mudblood, the weasel and the pothead." sneered, behind him Crabbe and Goyle snickered.

"Move out of my way Malfoy." said Harry coldly.

"I don't think I will thanks." he sneered, crossing his arms and sneering at the trio.

"You just don't give in do you?" snapped Hermione, drawing her wand.

"How dare you talk to me. You filthy little Mudblood." Malfoy yelled.

Harry ignored Ron and Hermiones shouts to stop. He whipped out his wand and muttered the first transfiguration spell he could think of. There was a loud pop and Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were turned into rainbow coloured, fluffy bunnies.

Harry, Ron and Hermione roared with laughter as the three bunnies squeaked indignantly and hopped around, trying to transform back.

"POTTER!"

Harry swallowed audibly and turned around slowly, coming face to face with Professor Snape.

"Follow me. Granger Weasley go away." said Snape, conjuring a cage to put the three Slytherins in it.

Harry scrambled after Professor Snape, struggling to keep up. He suppressed a giggle at the sight of the three Slytherins in a cage as he entered Snapes office.

"Sit!" he said, pushing Harry towards a seat.

Harry sat down gratefully because at that moment a huge wave of dizziness overtook him, blinding him and making the room spin.

Harry watched listlessly as Snape set about transfiguring the three Slytherins back, he then lectured them about bullying (much to Harry's surprise) and sent them on their way.

He then turned back to Harry.

"Potter you need to try and keep your temper." said Snape, without the usual venom.

"I'm sorry, he just won't give in." said Harry, looking down ashamed.

"He will stop now Potter. I will deal with him, in the future if anything happens. Come to me or another professor."

Harry was utterly surprised, here was Professor Snape; the man that has made his life Hell for the past three years and he wasn't sneering at him or insulting his Dad.

Suddenly, a huge wave of nausea overtook Harry and he clapped his hand over his mouth, fighting the vomit that tried to escape.

Snape seemed to know what was going to happen as next moment, a waste-paper bin was plopped in front of him.

"In here Potter."

Harry retched as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the bin. He'd had another course of treatment just this morning and it was only just catching up with him.

When Harry had finished, Snape took the bin away and handed Harry a glass of water. Harry sipped it gratefully as Snape vanished the vomit away.

"Why are you being nice to me?" said Harry shakily, setting the now empty glass down on Snapes desk.

"Potter regardless of what you may think, I do not tolerate bullying." said Snape exasperatedly.

"But you hate me!" Harry said, a little more loudly than he intended.

"I do not hate you Mr. Potter." said Snape. He handed Harry several potions and instructed him to take them all.

"What are they?" said Harry, uncorking one and sniffing it. He blanched, it smelt like horse manure.

"They will help with the side effects of the treatment," Snape said "Now drink!"

Harry did as he was told and drank the foul tasting potions. He immediately felt better. He started to feel sleepy so with Snapes permission, he went back to Gryffindor tower and collapsed into bed.

-xxx-

Harry pulled his Quidditch robes on over his tender skin and winced as he brushed over a large bruise. He took his glasses off and tapped them with his wand, remembering the spell Hermione had shown him.

"Impervius."

After an insanely long and boring pep talk from Oliver Wood, the team walked out onto the pitch to loud cheering coming from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff side and boos from the Slytherin side.

"Mount your brooms." barked Madam Hooch after Oliver and the Slytherin team captain were forced to shake hands.

Harry nervously did so and kicked off from the ground when Hooch blew her whistle. Harry rose high above the game, keeping an eye out for the little winged ball.

"All right there scar head?" sneered Malfoy from below him.

Harry ignored him and continued his search for the Snitch. Angelina was zooming down the pitch, Quaffle tucked underneath her arm. She pitched it forward and it soared through the Slytherin keepers outstretched hands into the goal hoop.

Deafening cheers rose from the Gryffindor team. Harry did a little loop the loop for victory and continued scanning the pitch.

Harry's heart rate picked up, they were winning 70:0 and if he caught the snitch now they would win the game.

He spotted it, hovering near the left goalpost of the Gryffindor side, he needed to get Malfoy away from the snitch. The crowds went quiet as he dived and grinned when Malfoy followed him. Harry pulled his broom up at the last minute, Malfoy crashed to the ground.

Harry zoomed upwards, towards the Snitch hand outstretched, he enclosed it around the struggling ball. There was a great cheer as the Gryffindor team zoomed down the pitch and enveloped him in a group hug.

"Gryffindor win the Quidditch cup." said Madam Hooch, blowing her whistle.

-xxx-

The party that went down that night in Gryffindor tower was legendary. The whole of Gryffindor tower were squeezed into the common room, passing round butterbeers and eating numerous sweets.

As Harry climbed into bed that night, he smiled to himself. Today had been the most fun he had had in a while. He just hoped it lasted.

I weren't too sure how this chapter went to be honest. What do you guys think?