Harry's eyes widened in fear when he heard Snape say that he had to stay behind after potion master turned around and started to walk back to his desk. Hermione placed a hand on Harry's shoulder when she notice how scared he had become. The dark haired teen jumped at her touch and knocked over his stool as he looked around at the room, at the people looking at him.

"Potter, what you are doing?" Snape asked when he saw the panic in the boy's face. His skin was covered in a lay of sweat and he really looked like he was going to pass out.

"Potter!" Snape tried again but it seemed tthat he boy's head was anywhere but in the class room.

He started to hiss in parseltongue and it made many students wince at the sound. Snape could pick up small bits of the hisses from his time with the Dark Lord and he knew some of what Harry was trying to say. He winced. He remembers he thought as the teen ran to the door and tried and to open it but Snape kept it locked when he was holding classes. Harry tried to scream and pulled on the door handle. He banged on the door choking on his tears before he passed out.

Snape stood there frozen. How could he remenber? Dumbledore Obliviated him and that man had one the most powerful obliviates known. "Sir?" came Hermione's voice, snapping the man out of his daze.

"Get away from him. Go and tell Madam Pomfrey that Potter has fallen ill." He ordered. The busy-hair girl ran out the door as Snape released the spell keeping the door lock. He walked over to his nephew and rolled him onto his back. Looking down he saw that the back of the boy's hand was concealed under a layer of bandages. As he pulled it off Draco walked over him.

The blonde knelt on the floor next to him as Snape removed the last yellow stained wrapping. The boy's hand was infected, that was clear, in was obvious that the mad, pink woman was using a dirty blood quill. A restricted object she shouldn't be using it at all, especially in a school.

"I only know one vampire in the area and there was only one vampire out on the pitch the night Potter was attacked"

Snape stiffened as he listen to his godson talk. "Don't think I'm going soft on Potter. I know what he said in Parseltongue and I know that stripping hex too. I'm just letting you know that my silence will come at a price," Draco whispered as he stood up and watched Snape pick up the unconscious boy and walk out the class room.

"CLASS DISMISSED!"

Madam Pomfrey waited as Snape placed Harry on the bed. She looked down at the boy's hand,"This is the third child this week and this case is the worst one so far," she snarled. She waved her wand over Harry and whatever she found flew her into a deeper rage. "He is exhausted, he hasn't slept in weeks and being taking pep potion to keep himself wake!" Snape watched the angered nurse head into her office and do something, which no doubt would cause problems for the school but this woman was about the health of the children and not Dumbledore's reputation.

Dumbledore walked into the hospital wing watching Snape closely "I hope this has nothing to do with you," he accused, as he looked at the child on the bed.

"I promise you it is not. This is Umbridge's doing. She using an unclean blood quill," Snape said coldly to the man. Dumbledore touched the child's face and pulled his hand way as if his skin burnt him. Snape noticed there really was a burn on Dumbledore's hand and he wondered if the boy's magic was lashing out. attacking anyone who touched him but Poppy's hands were okay and his own too.

Pomfrey walked out of her office and over to Harry's bed pushing Dumbledore side and started to pour potions down the child's throat. "Poppy my dear woman…"

"Don't start Albus I have already sent my report. I will not stand by and let any more of these children become ill because of that Pink toad!" she snarled at him as she waved her wand to cover Harry in pajamas and covered him with the bedclothes.

"Madam Pomfey!" came a cry. She turned and to see two students supporting another, Her skin was pale and covered with sweat. She also had thick black rings around her eyes. "She was sick in class." the boy said.

"She can't stand, Miss and her hand is infected," The other boy added.

"Help put her on the bed," Madam Pomfey instructed. "This can't go on Albus. If you won't get rid of that woman I will!"

What the Madam Pomfrey had done was to send hundreds of letters to all the parents informing them of the mistreatment their children had received since Umbridge took over the school. Dumbledore was livid!

Yes, he didn't like how Umbridge took over the school and yes, he didn't like the way she was hurting students but he didn't want the whole bloody magical world to know about it. But worse would be them finding out that one of the students concerned was a friend of Draco Malfoy. This would cause even greater problems, especially if that little whiny brat started complaining to his father.

Harry's dreams were plagued with images of Sirius being tortured by Voldemort. His godfather had blood running down the side of his face and he watched as a wand was jabbed into his side making his body jerk like he was being shocked. "One last time Black! Where is it?" Voldemort's cold voice was calm.

"I don't know!" Sirius would yell and then every thing went blank. The first thing Harry did when he woke up was to sit up right away, his hand to his chest feeling his heart hammering as he looked around the hospital wing. Some of curtains were closed around the beds.

He looked down at his hand and saw the bandage was clean and wrapped neater than he had done. A movement, in the corner of his eye, made him look round to see the black-robed potion master sitting next to his bed. The teen's eyes widened as he pulled the bedcovers off himself and slipped out of the bed. He had no time to worry about the vampire sleeping so close to him as he got dressed in his school clothes and picked up his wand. Before he left, Harry flicked it and bound Snape to his chair. Since losing his voice he had found that his silent, nonverbal spells had greatly improved.

The teen wasn't going to tell anyone where he was going, it would be much easier. If something happened then no-one would be to blame apart from Dumbledore, who in turn would blame Snape. He knew he had to get to the Ministry of Magic, but how?

he couldn't ap... No! Wait! Umbridge's office he had heard that her floo connection was open.

'I can used her fire place. It has to be linked straight to the Ministry,' he thought as he hurried down the corridors towards the pink bitch's rooms.

On his way to her office he rans into the last person in the world he wanted to see; Draco Malfoy. He crashed to the floor before looking at the other teen, rubbing his head. Draco rubbed his forehead wincing, then looked at Harry and sneered, "Shouldn't you be in the hospital wing?"

The blonde knew he couldn't talk back but still asked him the question. Harry frowned at him and stood up before pointing to Umbridge's office. "You want to go in there?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's been closed off since the Minister found out she was using a Blood Quill." Harry gave him an "I know!" look before rubbing the back of his head and picking up his wand.

He used it like a pen and wrote: 'I NEED TO GET TO THE MINISTRY, NOW!'

The blonde looked between Harry and the fading message."No one is going to be there." Harry let out a grunt and pulled at his hair, looking at Draco with a pleading look. "God! you really are no fun without your voice, you know."

Harry just puffed and gave him a 'well are you going to help' look.

"Alright Harry, I will help but I want something in return."

"What?" Harry mouthed. He didn't like to make deals with the devil but after what happened with Snape and Dumbledore he didn't have many people he could trust.

"Don't be too hard on my godfather. He's the only one I can trust in this school and in my home life. He had never attacked anyone before. Even as a Death Eater no matter what his crimes were. Never. Whatever he did to you and yes, I know what he has done." Harry was quiet. Deathly so. Draco could see the boy was still ill from his infected hand and he should get him back to the hospital wing.

"He raped me!" Harry mouthed

"I guessed as much but listen to what I've told you, please Harry. I think Dumblefuck has been messing with Sev's blood potions for some months now. He is finding it harder to control his urges and I know he poisoned you. He's done the same to me. So you see, we are in the same boat, as it were."

"Hardly." Harry mouthed with a sneer worthy of a Snape. Draco smirked.

"I mean, we are both becoming vampires and we soon won't be allowed in the school. Please, if I can prove he didn't mean to hurt, you will you keep his secret about being Dumbledore's spy. Yeah! I know about that too." Harry thought for a moment about what Draco was saying and then he nodded, with his eyes closed.

"Come with me then."