Author's Note:

Yes, I'm updating again after I just posted two days ago. Don't expect updates to come this quickly; I've just been on break for the past week, so I had most of this chapter written already and the rest just flowed out. As I'm going back to school tomorrow, I'll be busier, and my grades are important to me, but I figured I'd post it since it was ready. It's much longer than the first chapter (three times as long, in fact), so enjoy!

Thanks to everyone who favorited and followed. I'm glad there are people who want to read more of the story after such a short first chapter. Reviews would be wonderful so that I know what you all do and don't like about the story. Although I already have the basic idea for the way things will progress, and I have a few of the later chapters partly written, I'm welcome to all of your ideas. Writing is nothing without people to read it.

Chapter 2

Inside the Infirmary, Madam Pomfrey set Harry down on one of the beds and scrambled to her office. The Tournament spectators gathered around the Infirmary, all of them trying to get in. Madam Pomfrey left her office with vials of potions on a tray, glaring at the crowd. "The Headmaster's warning still stands if any of you are stupid enough to come in here without permission. Now I suggest that all of you find something else to do; there's nothing to see here." With sighs, the crowd dispersed, leaving only Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger outside the Infirmary doors. "Go back to Gryffindor, both of you. I'll call for you when there's any sign of him regaining consciousness. There's nothing either of you can do for him right now."

"Oh, but please, there must be something," called Hermione. "We can't just stand by knowing Harry's in trouble. What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know why Mr. Potter is unconscious right now, but you would do well to heed my advice, Ms. Granger. Go back to your dorm room. I'll call both of you if we can ever use your help, but for right now there is nothing you can do to help your friend besides leaving me alone to work."

Ron and Hermione turned around and walked away from the Infirmary after one last glance at their best friend. "The nerve of that woman, telling us to leave Harry alone when he's unconscious, and she doesn't even know what's wrong with him! We're his best friends. If anything's wrong with him, we're their best hope of figuring it out."

"Hermione, she has a point. They don't know what's wrong with him, and it we're standing about we'll probably just make things worse. She said she's come get us if something was wrong. Let's just go back to the tower and hope he's okay."

"Oh no, we aren't going back to the tower to just sit around."

"Then where do you think we should go?"

"The library, of course; we've got research to do." Ron shook his head and followed Hermione down the corridor.

Madam Pomfrey turned to her newest charge and set the tray of potions on the table beside his bed. She pulled her wand out and cast a few more scans before Albus arrived.

"Well, have you had any luck?"

"No, I don't know what could be causing this type of reaction. His body is slowly shutting down and pain is registering everywhere, but there doesn't seem to be a source for either of those."

Dumbledore thought for a moment. "That is most peculiar. May I conduct some scans myself?"

"I don't see why not, sir, but after you've finished we need to decide on a course of action. This could very well be fatal for him if we don't stop the spreading soon enough."

"I agree completely, Poppy. Would you mind finding Severus in the mean time? We may need his expertise in potions."

Madam Pomfrey nodded and turned back around to her office. She grabbed a bit of floo powder and knelt before her fireplace. Throwing the powder, she shouted "Severus Snape's quarters" and stuck her head in the fireplace. Seeing Severus at his desk in a corner, she shouted. "Severus!"

He made a mark on a paper with his quill, lifted his head, and turned to the fireplace. "What is it, Poppy? I have papers that need marking."

"Dumbledore and I need your presence in the Infirmary. Harry Potter is unconscious, and I'm not sure why. We'd like to borrow your knowledge of potions."

Severus sighed and stood up. "Fine, I'll come through in a few moments."

"Thank you, Severus. I know Harry isn't your favorite person in the world." Madam Pomfrey pulled her head out of the fireplace and stood up, pleased that Severus had taken her request so well. She returned to her patient, noticing Dumbledore's confused expression as he sat in a chair. "Well, did you have any luck diagnosing his problem?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, I haven't seen something like this before. Did you find Severus?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "He should be coming through the floo right now."

Snape entered the room, taking a glance at the unconscious boy. "What's wrong with him?"

"We don't know. We were hoping you could help us figure it out."

"Well, what do you have to tell me?"

"Harry's body is slowly shutting itself down, and we can't pinpoint a source for it. His pain levels are also high, but there doesn't seem to be a source for that either. Do you know of anything that could cause this?"

Severus thought for a moment before slowly shaking his head. "I can think of one possible cause, but the cure could be fatal if I'm incorrect. Poppy, could you get a vial of Protectoseum and a vial of Pain Relieving Potion?" Madam Pomfrey headed towards her Storage Room. "Do you happen to know the fastest way to contact Charlie Weasley?"

"Either a letter or a Portkey; a letter takes a day's trip to arrive in Romania, and I'd have to make the Portkey. What does Arthur Weasley's son have to do with Harry's predicament?"

"If I'm right, we may need fresh Dragon blood to cure Harry. The preserved blood I have here won't work correctly. I'd assume Mr. Weasley is the quickest way that we can get it."

"What do you think is wrong with him that could possibly require fresh Dragon blood?" Madam Pomfrey returned from the Storage Room.

"I'm afraid he may have been affected by Stupesquamis Incursio."

"Severus, you know as well as I do that Stupesquamis Incursio is a spell meant to stun dragons, and it's not meant for use on humans. There was nothing in the Tournament Maze that could have warranted the use of that spell."

Severus took the vials from Madam Pomfrey. "I know that, but we don't have anything else to go on unless you can come up with a better explanation for Mr. Potter's current state."

"Even if it was Stupesquamis Incursio, there's no cure if that spell is used on a human. How will Dragon blood help?"

"We'll have to introduce Dragon genes into his system."

"That's illegal, Severus. I won't allow you to use illegal practices on my patient."

"Calm down, Poppy. I believe the law states that it's perfectly legal if it's used to save a life. Are you sure you'll be able to make the potion correctly if that's what's wrong with him?"

"I'm certain of it, Albus."

"Alright, but we're not trying anything until we're certain of what happened to Harry. How do you plan to find that out?"

"Well, if we Ennervate him and get him to drink this potion, he should be responsive long enough either for him to tell us what happened or for me to look into his mind and see what happened. If you could, would you please start making the Portkeys so we can make a quick visit to Romania if I'm correct?"

"I will, but if you have to use Legilimency, I'd like to view your memories of it while you're making the potion."

Severus nodded his head, and Dumbledore left the Infirmary. "How would you like to do this, Poppy? Mr. Potter is your patient after all."

Madam Pomfrey smiled, glad to have her authority recognized in her domain. "I'll Ennervate him, give him the potion, and explain to him what we need of him. You can sit in that chair, and if we need to view his memories you can do that as well."

Harry slowly opened his eyes, grimacing and moaning. Madam Pomfrey took the Pain Relieving Potion from Severus and took out the stopper. "Drink this; it'll make the pain go away." Harry tilted his head up and opened his mouth as Madam Pomfrey poured the potion in. While he swallowed, she set the empty vial on the table and grabbed the next potion from Severus. "This will protect your organs and anything else necessary to keep you alive. While you drink it, I'm going to explain to you what we need you to do." She uncorked the vial. "We aren't sure what's wrong with you, but we have one idea. We need you to tell us what happened to you, or if you can't speak, Professor Snape will view your memories of it as he is the best Legilimens we have." She poured the potion in his mouth. "If you bring those memories to the front of your mind we shouldn't have any problems since that's all he'll be looking for." Harry swallowed. "Can you speak long enough to tell us what happened?"

"Y-ye-*cough*" Harry shook his head.

Severus stood up and sat on the bed, looking at Harry's face. "Pull the memories of what happened to the front of your mind. It will take less time, and you won't have to worry about me seeing anything that you wish to keep private." Harry nodded once and met his professor's eyes. "Legilimens."