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Harry
was, along with all the other apprentices, standing in the Headmaster�s office
for a meeting. It was a week since the announcement of who was chosen and
everyone one was confused as to why they were summoned here. Hermione and Harry
brought Ron and Ginny, who Dumbledore thought needed to attend due the danger
they were in for being as close to Harry as they were. Professors, due to it
being the middle of the day, were not present with their apprentices and
Dumbledore was heading the meeting along with a short squat man with dark hair
and very thin shaped glasses. The man was standing beside Albus appraising the
group under a critical eye when Dumbledore began to speak.

�This
is Mr. Clyde Clause. He is a registered scanner and a good friend of mine. He
is here to do me a favor. As apprentices, you, as you know, will be treated
quite a bit differently than the rest of the student population. As such, he is
here to tell us what abilities you posses both in your area of study and in
others you may wish to pursue. He will also be measuring your magic. What I
mean by this is, he will be looking at your magical core and telling you if you
have the ability to do as you wish. He will also be telling us if you have
enough magic in you to be able to forge a staff. Staves are very high in magic
and must be charged with your own magic to make them respond to you. Many
wizards have killed themselves trying to forge staves just because they didn�t
have the magic capable of charging it. There is also the option of not having
one. Staves are usually used for higher magic. For someone like me, there would
be no benefit for a staff; I have no need to perform great magic, for I am only
a headmaster of a school. Some of you, who wish to go on to careers such as
Aurors, will benefit greatly if you have the capacity to wield a staff. Now,
Mr. Clause will be taking each person in one by one to examine them and tell me
and you the results of the examination. If you are able, I will escort those
able to Ollivander�s tomorrow to purchase the materials for your staves,� he
concluded and let Mr. Clause have the floor.

�When
I point at you, please follow me into the room for your examination. You,� he
said pointing at Lavender as he turned and walked into the room that Dumbledore
had motioned to during his small speech. She walked, if a bit apprehensively,
toward the room just behind him. Harry had to admit, he bore a strange
resemblance to the short squat woman that taught Defense Agaist
the Dark Arts last year, and he doubted that anyone would willingly follow if
they have even a smidge of a resemblance to the fried toad.

�Oh,
I do hope I�ll have the capacity to bore a staff. You have no idea what kind of
magic can be played out with a staff. There�s also the benefit of being able to
do what appears to be wandless magic with it. You can make a staff morph and in
doing so, make a ring or bracelet that will be much harder to loose in a duel
than a simple wand,� Hermione gushed reciting information to Harry, Ginny, and
Ron. Ron just rolled his eyes and smiled at the rapturous girl while Ginny
looked just as excited as Hermione.

�What�s
wrong Harry?� Ron asked catching his eye. Harry hoped they wouldn�t see the
displeasure on his face, but he wasn�t really happy about having his magic
looked at. To him, the Boy-Who-Lived, it seemed like a rather personal and
private matter.

�I�m
just not too sure whether I�m comfortable with someone looking into my magic.
What if they say I don�t have enough for a staff? I�ll look like a fool. I�m
Harry Potter, the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. How would it look if the savior of the
wizarding world doesn�t hold enough magic to be able to defeat Voldemort?� he
asked. Ron winced at the name but Hermione rolled her eyes at both of them.

�Harry,
you can already do wandless magic, and will magic. I hardly think you have
anything to worry about,� she said logically.

�Hermione,
I practiced and practiced to get those things right. Sure the will magic was a
bit of a surprise, but the wandless wasn�t. Do you remember Aunt Marge? Or how
about when I apperated to the chimney of the school when Dudley
was chasing me? I was bound to be able to do some. Besides, from what I�ve
read, it has nothing to do with how much magic, but instead, your ability and
concentration to do so. If you guys would master Occlumency, you�ll see really
fast how much things just seem to work for you. It�s all about concentration,�
he said as he clasped his hands behind his back and fiddled nervously.

�Truthfully,
I�ve been thinking about it lately. Do you think you�d be willing to teach me
as you did Draco?� Hermione asked raising an eyebrow.

�I
had plans to teach everyone in the DA, and especially see if you five would be
interested in it.�

�Five?
There are only three of us,� Ron said confused.

�Plus Neville and Luna. I have every intention of telling
you why you risked your lives last year for the prophecy, but I want you all to
be able to protect your minds first. If the full prophecy gets back to
Voldemort, he�ll take over,� he said to Ron.

�Oh,�
Ron said slightly with the impression of a goldfish.

�So
you know what the Prophecy said?� Hermione squeaked.

�Of course. Neville may have accidentally smashed it, but
that was only one of two accounts of it. Dumbledore had the other account and
has only shown it to me,� Harry said.

�I
want to learn right away, I want to know what where up against,� Ron said
bravely.

�Its
nice that you included yourselves, but I�m not letting you guys get in the middle of this. I promised your mum last year
that I would try to divert you from trouble and I failed once, it won�t happen
again,� Harry said defiantly.

�Don�t
be stupid Harry; of course we�re not going to let you do anything alone. You
can both clue us in and have us by your side ready for action, or you can not
clue us in and have us by your side ignorant to what is going on. It�s your
choice, but I for one am not going to
let my best friend go through anything alone,� Hermione said crossing her arms
and turning away to tell him the conversation was finished.

Harry
clenched his jaw but didn�t retort. He knew that she was correct and knew that
they would end up involved as always. He had to admit, it was a small relief to
know he wasn�t going to be preparing alone, but at the same time, the last
thing he wanted was something to happen to his best friend because he was a
danger to them just for having the name Harry Potter.

By
the time the conversation was over, almost half of the apprentices were done.
Susan, Lavender, Celesta, Parvati, Adrain, Lisa, and
Mandy had all gone so far and returned with slightly downcast looks. Harry was
all the sudden reminded of his sorting in first year. The same thoughts seemed
to be running through his head as he waited to be called forward. After Justin
and Blaise went, it was down to Hermione, Neville,
Draco, Ginny, Ron, and himself.

�You,�
he said pointing at Hermione. Hermione stepped forward but stopped short like
she was frantically looking for a way out.

�Excuse
me Mr. Clause?� she said in low voice. Mr. Clause turned and looked at her as
if she were wasting his time. Harry slightly bristled at his attitude, but as
he looked over to see Albus�s reaction, he saw the old coot beaming. Mr. Clause
just simple raised an eyebrow for acknowledgement.

�I
was wondering if there was a reason we have to be alone for this?� she asked
then blushed as she realized how it sounded.

�Young
lady I am not here to bite you,� he said flustered.

�Of
course not, sorry for the wording, it�s just, if it�s alright, I�d rather have
my friends present,� she said shyly in a not-at-all Hermioay. ay.

�The
reason for the room was so not to cause embarrassment if I told you bad news.
But if it is your wish than so be it,� he said in a bored voice. Hermione
brightened up a bit at this and stood up straight and clasped her hands behind
her back as if presenting herself to him to prob.

He
approached her and moved her chin up so that he could meet his eyes. The hair
on the back of Harry�s neck stood up when he realized that Mr. Clause was doing
Legilimency on her. He
bristled at the thought of the strange man invading her thoughts and her mind.
He wanted to run forward and shove her out of the way, but held his ground when
he saw the man break eye contact with her. She shook her head slightly as if to
rid herself of confusion before she again took her dignified pose. He walked
around her looking over his glasses at her. Harry again wanted to ask the man
what he was playing at. He looked to be undressing her with his eyes but when
he abruptly stopped and waved his hand in no particular motion, Harry saw a
small flash and covered his eyes. When he moved his hand the light was gone and
the man was no longer by Hermione but instead standing back looking at her once
more.

�You
will be able to have a staff, but you should wait to forge it until you have
mastered Occlumency so that you�ll have more focus to concentrate your magic
into it. Without that concentration, you will kill yourself. Animagus and
Charms master are definite, and you may have a slight gift for Spell invention.
You,� he pointed at Ginny who looked very much intimidated as she walked
forward. Hermione was absolutely beaming and seemed that she didn�t even mind
that the man simply cast her away like an odd shaped stone and called upon
Ginny.

Ginny,
as Hermione had, voiced her opinion about wanting the examination done in front
of her friends also. When Mr. Clause was finished he told her she had the
potential to forge a staff in about a year as long as she too took up
Occlumency. She also had the potential for: Transfiguration master, Animagus,
and to everyone�s surprise she had the gift of Sight, though it would only be
brought out if she were in a traumatic experience. The reason behind this was
due to the gift being covered up before she had the chance to express it to
begin with. Harry automatically thought of her first year with Tom Riddle.
Ginny apparently also thought this because she voiced that she understood.

Neville
was next and was told he had several gifts that included both Charms and
Transfiguration master, and Animagus. He would be able to forge a staff right
away and have no problem charging it. Harry thought Neville was going to cry or
faint at these words but just opted for silence as he made his way back to the
group.

Next
was Draco. Draco too would be able to forge a staff right away. He had the gift
of Spell invention, Charms master, Potion master, and Animagus. He looked
relieved but, of course, didn�t show it as he strode back to Harry�s side
coolly and collected.

It
was now down to Harry and Ron. Harry noticed, like him, that Ron started fidgeting
also. He was wiping his hands on his robes constantly. Harry had the strong
urge to do exactly the same thing, but refrained from doing so as he saw how
insecure it made Ron look. The man eyed them both critically, and then strode
up to both of them.

�You
both have very strong auras. I�ve been making my way up the colors in terms of
strength and you both have very strong ones. There is something wrong with
yours though,� he said looking at Harry. Harry bristled a bit but kept his
footing. He was afraid of something like this, though he knew there could be
many reasons for this.

�Wandless
magic?� he asked. Harry presumed, as apparently Ron had, that they were both
being addressed. Harry nodded yes while Ron shook his head no. The man looked
rather intrigued.

�Accidental
magic?� he asked. Again Harry nodded, feeling even more uncomfortable, and Ron
shook his head. �Right, you,� he said nodding toward Ron.

The
man followed the same ritual as everyone else than informed Ron.

�Charms
master is definite as is Transfiguration master. You have the attention span of
a toad, so that�s the reason for your lack in performance. You too, as your
friends will also, will benefit from Occlumency. When you learn to concentrate
on the matter at hand, I don�t think you�ll have a problem any longer, far from
it I�d guess. Animagus is also definite, possible magical creature, and you
will most defiantly be able to form a staff, but only after you�ve had your
Occlumency lessons,� he concluded then turned to Harry.

�You
have to be the oddest specimen I�ve ever seen. Your aura is tinged with many
different colors. It is also very luminous. I think that if its outline weren�t
black, you�d have a sliver aura. Why it is outlined in black is none of my
business, but I do hope you don�t dabble in the Dark Arts,� he said sternly.
Harry was all the sudden very angry. The man was supposed to be here helping
and tell us what they were capable of and he was standing here before the one
person that would never touch the Dark Arts, and accusing him of such.

�Mr.
Clause, if I may?� Albus said coming forward. �Harry absorbed some of Voldemort�s
powers the night the Dark Lord tried to kill Harry. I have no doubt in my mind
that this is the reason behind the darkness of his aura.�

�That
would suffice, now,� he said lifting Harry�s chin. Harry felt the man trying to
get in, but laughed inwardly when the man let go out of frustration. �You will
have to let your walls down to I can see your magical core,� he said sounding a
bit perturbed. Harry looked at him oddly.

�Is
there anyway for you to do so without me opening my mind?� he asked narrowing his
eyes at the man. He heard a short snort from the group and recognized it as
Draco. Harry again smiled inwardly at his boyfriend�s approval.

�No,�
he man answered sternly and shortly.

�Mr.
Clause,� Albus interrupted again, �Harry holds many secrets that are very
critical to our cause in the war. He has worked long and hard to form those
walls and as I would be also, he is reluctant to break them down. Can you
promise that you will only look into his magical core should he let you in?�
Albus questioned the short man.

�I
never pry. It is not my business what he does in his personal life, or what he
knows. I am here as help, not to meddle,� the man said affronted.

�Would
it be possible for me to place a memory charm on you after the examination?� Albus
asked carefully, but confidently. Harry felt better about that, but kept his
voice silent letting Albus do the negotiating.

�If
you see fit, I see no reason why not,� the man said finally showing another
emotion, defeat. Harry nodded at Albus showing his approval and looked the man
in the eye. He let down his walls and Mr. Clause plunged in as he usually did
with Draco, naturally, not with a wand.

There
was a warm tingling and the he could barely feel the man inside. Before he knew
it the man was out and walking around him in the same appraising manner he did
everyone else.

�You
have a lot of suppressed magic. I�m not sure why, but it�s there. If it were
ever decompressed, the odds are, it would consume you and you would no longer exist.
I don�t understand how you have the aptitude to be able to do both wandless
magic and accidental magic, but the suppressed magic leaked for some reason. A
number of things could have caused this, but what did I don�t know. I would
suggest that you not forge a staff,� Mr. Clause said clasping his hands behind
his back. The group beside him gasped at the recent development of Harry not
being able to forge a wand.

�The
reason I am suggesting this is because should you charge a staff, the dam
holding in the magic you are suppressing my collapse and flood your body with
magic. The result would be that all of Hogwarts and possibly Hogsmeade would be
flattened, that�s how much magic is being suppressed. The only safe way for you
to have a staff would be if you learned how to manage your channel and use the
reserve of suppressed magic as the mouth of your channel. This would make you
possibly the strongest wizard to date, but I must tell you gravely that the
chances of you learning to channel the magic as I�ve suggested, is very, very
slim. As of right now you have the depth of Mr. Weasley�s
potential. Your talents and gifts are abnt tnt though. Transfiguration master,
you�re already an magical Animagus, Serpent Speaker, Charms master, slight
Seer, Spell inventor, Potions master, Legilimens, Master of Occlumency, Scanner, and if you
ever learn how to channel the suppressed magic, most powerful wizard ever
known,� he concluded. Albus was absolutely beaming at Harry as was Draco. Ron
looked a bit put out, Harry assumed it was due to
being second once again. Ginny, Neville, and Hermione all looked shocked.

�Sir, would it be
possible for you to look at one otpersperson before you leave. She fri friend
of mine and I�d like you to tell her what potential she may hold. As everyone
around me is in constant danger, it would make me feel better if she were told
her capabilities. It could drive her to handle herself better and make me feel
better in the long run,� he asked.

�Certainly,� he said
striding away from Harry to Albus�s side once more.

�I�m assuming you are
referring to Miss Lovegood?� Albus questioned and
Harry nodded in confirmation.

***

Harry was sitting in
the Great Hall listening to Dumbledore make, yet, another announcement. It
seemed this year the Headmaster was doing everything in his power to lift
spirits among the student population. Through Professor Moon, Dumbledore had
gathered the name of fourteen contestants that would be appropriate for a
school duel. Harry had, of course, been picked since he himself had outwitted
the Defense teacher. He made his way up to the podium
where: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Susan Bones,
Casey Price, Micheal Mulciber,
and Cho Chang already where. After his approach more were called up: Hannah
Abbot, Michael Rhodes, Neville Longbottom, Justin
Finch- Fletchley, and Katie Bell were all
called up. Harry saw that the competition was going to be steep. Katie alone
was a seventh year and ry goy good in Defense. Then all of his close friends
that new him and how he dueled were there. There were even rumors of Mulciber and Price being Junior Death Eaters in training,
they were both from Slytherin house, and were seventh years. He noticed that
there was a good amount of students from each house, but secretly wished he
didn�t have to go up against Cho in a duel. He didn�t intend to let her win,
but would feel awful if she lost. It would make him feel like the duel was lost
because she was uncomfortable dueling her. He also decided as soon as he was up
that he would switch the wards over to Albus the day of the duel so he could
use his wand without hurting anyone.

As
dinner finished Harry was about to make his way out of the hall when he felt a
hand clasp on his right shoulder. He turned around to see both Price and Mulciber standing there presenting sneers.

�You�re
going down Potter, and we�re making sure that were taking every precaution to
humiliate you,� Price said giving a maniacal grin. Harry looked into his
steeling brown eyes and raised an eye brow.

�You
know, I�ve noticed one thing about those who support the radical ideas of
Voldemort. They�re more talk than action. They also like to brag before they�ve
actually accomplished anything, so until you do win a duel against me, I
suggest you get to practicing,� he said and turned before Mulciber
grabbed his arm and spun him around.

�The
dark lord knows all. Watch yourself Potter,� he spat menacingly
before stalking off with Price in tow.

�Problems
Harry?� Albus�s voice came from behind him. Harry spun around to see
Albus watching the two walking off.

�No Sir, just large
egos trying to get at me,� he said and started walking to the stair case that
would lead him to Gryffindore tower.

�Harry, may I have a
quick word with you?� Dumbledore asked after only three steps in the right
direction. Harry turned around and gave the Professor his attention.

�Yes.�

�As you know, I�m
taking those who wish to Ollivander�s tomorrow to retrieve the means to forge
their staves. I was wondering if you�d like to join us. I know it was
recommended that you don�t forge one yourself, but it would make me comfortable
to know you have the means of creating a staff if ever you manage to create the
correct channel for your magic,� he said looking intently at Harry�s reaction.
Harry showed no emotion.

�I would like to, yes,
but do you really think I have a chance at ever channelling the magic?� he
asked furrowing his brow at the older man.

�I have learned in the
past to never underestimate you my boy, and I will not go back on that notion
now. You have time and time again surprised me and shown me what an
extraordinary wizard you will and can be,� he said graciously. �Be that as it may, I
don�t think that my power is going to grow much more without channeg ing into
the mouth, as Mr. Clause so nicely put it,� he added wrinkling up his nose.

�Harry, I will not lie
to you. I know the power you possess right now is only a fraction of what
Voldemort possesses. I must impress upon you the importance of this. You must
find a way to channel the needed magic. I fear for you life should you not,�
Dumbledore said gravely.

�I understand, and I
intend to ask Hermione and Ginny to look into it with me as soon as their
Occlumency lessons are over. I�m telling the prophecy after that and I might as
well tell them everything I know. Draco knows most already, but I refused to
tell him anything also until his Occlumency was done. I think after the others
have more concentration and focus, their skills will start emerging and I�ll be
able to ask them for more. But until then, Ihavehave to suit myself by taking
the project on alone,� he said casting his eyes to his shoes ashamed that he
didn�t trust his friends.

�I know you trust them
Harry, no one can be too careful with the secrets and information you hold,� he
said patting Harry on the shoulder and walking away in the direction of the
gargoyle.

***

For the second time
since he began his way to the dormitory, Harry stopped and turned around. The
feeling of someone watching him was constantly making the hair on the back of
his neck stand on end. As if he was moody he faked a continuance and spun
around once again to see nothing behind him. He had the slight urge to laugh at
himself for that, but kept quite so his ears were pricked for the slights sound
in the eerie corridor. Deciding that it was probably just a loose feeling from
the run in with Price and Mulciber he continued on
his way once again. He was almost to the third floor when he again got the
prickle. He rolled his eyes and strode forward until he heard an almost hissing
sound. He knew immediately he was being attacked from the back.

He dropped to the floor
just as the red light from the stunning curse flew over his head. He flipped
himself over with every thought in the world running through his mind, but his
mind froze like ice when his eyes came to land on the source of the stunner.
There, standing less than twenty feet away, eyeing Harry appraisingly was---,

�Peter Pettigrew,�
Harry snarled harshly.

�Hello ickle Harrykins,� the man said in
the same feigned voice that Bellatrix Lestrange used the previous year at the ministry. �Fancy
meeting you here,� he said looking around the corridor but never taking his
eyes off the vicinity of Harry.

�Oh, yes, because we
all know I�m so above school,� Harry said sarcastically. He went to get up but
Peter spoke up.

�Uh-huh Potter, your
coming with me, unconscious,� he said striding forward to close the distance
between the two of them. Harry felt very much trapped. He was in a corridor
that had only classrooms on it, and all the classes had ended before dinner.

�Afraid to duel me
yourself?� he asked raising and eyebrow casually. He
had to keep his cool if this was going to work.

�I have very strict orders
to put you under and bring you back, no playing. So, no, I�m sorry Potty, their
will be no chance to escape this time,� he said casually as if the option was
given like this everyday. As he walked by a suite of armour, Harry took action.
Not having his wand in hand, he simply used his hand. With a wave the armour
came to life and leapt at Peter. Stunned slightly, he stumbled out of the way
and used the blasting curse to destroy it. By this time Harry had already
gotten to his feet and had his wand in hand.

�I�m very sorry Peter,
but you will have to duel me if you wish to take me anywhere,� he said in a
challenging tone. Peter smiled,

�As you wish---Reducto!� he thundered and the blast of light shot at Harry
with alarming speed. Harry dodged out of the way and cast a quick Avis followed
by a stunner that Peter deflected with his silver hand. �I should have told you
Potter, but my hand does have slight magical properties,� he said grinning.

Harry grinned in return
and waved his wand with no incantation. Peter raised both his hand and wand but
was left looking stupid when nothing seemed to happen, Harry was still
grinning. A look of panic over came Peters face and he hear tromping start
behind him, but he didn�t turn around knowing that if he did, Potter would stun
him. Instead he �popped� in to his animagus form and began to run for the cover
of the battered brick walls. Just as he was about to reach the wall, Harry
waved his hand and cast the same spell that was used by Lupin and Sirius in his
third year while in the Shrieking Shack. Peter grew to a normal size, but was
still on his hands and knees.

�You don�t get to leave
this time Wormtail,� he said waving his hands towards the armoured suites that
had lined up making a barrier to block off the other end of the corridor. Harry
opted to use the suites because Peter could probably defect anything that was
thrown at him with his blasted silver hand. Peter shot up in a
upright position when he saw the suites again move toward him. He cast a Reducto which Harry counter and threw off course. The curse
missed all the suits and took a c out out of the wall.

Annoyed, Peter turned
toward Harry, wand brandished.

�Cruico!�
he yelled but Harry threw a strong Portego and the
curse again flew astray. �Imperio!� he yelled again
now grasping at straws, but this time Harry laughed at him.

�Tom couldn�t do it in
the grave yard, what makes you think you can do it?� he said in a teasing tone.

Peter evidently saw red
at this. It was common knowledge that everyone thought that Peter only hung
around his father, Sirius, and Lupin because he was weak. In fact, this was
assumed to be the reason for his change of sides. He was hungry for power, he
wanted to be the one with the upper hand; even if it meant being above Muggles
to do so.

While Peter threw a
vicious stunning curse, which the phoenix swooped down and ate, turning to
flames and falling as ash to the ground. Harry had two quick thoughts. One, that
was a very powerful stunner, and two, he had to get rid of the silver hand, as
gruesome as it sounded.

�Accio Sliver Hand!� Harry yelled. The sight was
revolting to say the least. Peter�s eyes grew wide as his arm shot out and
detached slightly above the wrist only to come hurling at Harry and leaving Peter
gasping in pain, not able to yell due to shock. Harry tossed the hand aside
while Peter was bleeding freely, but silently, on the floor of the corridor.
Peter waved his wand and mumbled something under his breath that must have been
a pain relieving charm, because his face was immediately void of pain and he
was again pointing his wand at Harry.

�Aspro
Barra!� he thundered as a spear with a razor sharp
end came catapulting at Harry. Not having time to move out of shock of Wormtail�s still bleeding arm, Harry was struck on the left
side of his stomach where the spear went straight through Harry and out the
other side. The pain was like that of the Cruciatus, but centralized in a
specific location of his body. He gasped loudly knowing he should have summoned
another phoenix just in case this happened again.

On his knees he looked
up at the still shaken Peter Petigrew. This was the
man that was responsible for his parents� deaths. This was the person that was
responsible for the rise of Tom Riddle, Cedrick�s
death, and most of all, Sirius� imprisonmentghtighting against the pain like
never before, now bleeding freely himself, he stood and looked his enemy in the
eye with his own narrowed in hatred.
There was a passion in his eye; a determination. He watched happily as
Peter�s expression turned from superiority to slight and sudden fright.

�Avada
Kadava!� Peter yelled desperately at Harry. Using a
trick he had seen from no other than Voldemort, Harry conjured a silver shield
and the killing curse bounced off of it making the resembled �gong� sound as it
did. The vibrating rang throughout the corridor, and through Harry. The pain
was immense as the rumble shook his body with great ferocity. He literally felt
as if he was put in a tumbler of some sort. Not really thinking due to pain,
but knowing he needed to rid himself of both Peter and the still heavily
vibrating shield, he took it in the form of a Frisbee and hurled it at Peter.
His opponents eyes widened in fear as the silver shield came at him faster than
it seemed possible. The shield hit Wormtail directly above the shoulders. It
separated his head from the rest of his body and left a headless corpse
standing while the head flew into the air and landed with a thump on the ground
a few feet away. The shield travelled a good twenty feet before hitting a suite
of armour and creating a racket Peeves would be proud of.

For a second, he felt
like a zombie; void of all emotion, blood running cold. Head whirling
uncontrollably, Harry turned around and threw up on the floor of the corridor
before passing out from both loss of blood and mental shock.

***

Harry woke up, as
usual, to the smell of antiseptic washed sheets and white washed walls. He
groaned out loud at the feeling of pain in his side, but still forced his eyes
open. Sitting next to him was Draco, Ginny, Hermione (whose nose was in a book
of course), Ron, Luna, and Neville. The windows in the hospital wing were dark,
it must have been late.

�Sorry guys,� he
croaked trying to sit up but wincing at the stabbing pain in his side. That�s
when all the previous events that led up to this exploded through his mind.

�For
what?� Ron asked confused. There was an edge on his voice, but
apparently no one but Draco noticed, still, Draco didn�t comment.

�For forcing you guys
to sit with me once again,� he said closing his eyes only to see Peter�s head
again be sliced from his shoulders and land on the ground with a sickening
thud. He felt the bile rising from his stomach into his throat and went wide eyed.
He faintly heard Draco murmur something and a basin sat in his lap where he
hurled. The pain was so intense that he was no longer thinking of the gruesome
picture, but now vomiting from pure pain. Draco was keeping his hair out his
face and someone had produced a cold, wet rag which was stuck to his forehead.
The cool feeling made the nausea subside, only to allow the image to float back
into his mind again. This time though, he didn�t hurl, he had nothing left to
do so with. Then it hit him,

�I killed someone,� he
croaked in a scratchy voice. His mouth still tasted of vomit and the taste
alone was churning his stomach faster than an Amish churned butter. Eyes
widening again, he leaned forward and began to dry heave into the basin Draco
had produced for him. He heard Ginny on his right side; she was �shushing� him
in a soothing tone and rubbing his back soothingly. Draco was doing the same
from the other side while keeping hair out of his face. After this bout, he
finally let exhaustion once again take him and he leaned back on to his pillows
again, only to bolt right back up into a defeated-hunched position cringing.
His stomach muscles had cramped into the hunched position he used while
vomiting and the pain from the wound, still being somewhat fresh, again turned
him to nausea. He began the attempt to hurl again, only to dry heave.

The sickly noise that
Harry was making with every lurch of his stomach apparently alarmed Madam
Pomfrey because she came bustling out. She shooed Neville, Luna, and Ginny away
from Harry�s right side and began to wave her wand at and around him. At this
point he was beyond caring that he had an audience. All the wanted was to be
out cold once more. Madam Pomfrey tutted and clucked
her tongue before shuffling off into another room. She returned only seconds
later with at least five different coloured vials.

�Rest, that�s what you
need Mr. Potter, rest,� she said handing him a purple coloured potion. His
heaves only subsided seconds earlier and he looked at her as if she had grown
another head. �It will soothe your stomach, drink up,� she insisted at his
withering gaze. Heaving a small side, which was all his body would allow, he
downed the bottle of potion and grimaced as it turned his mouth, throat, and
stomach to ice.

�Cold,� he murmured and
within a second he had two blankets draped over his shoulders, courtesy of none
other than Draco.

�Come on Mr. Potter,
this one next,� she said brandishing a mud coloured potion. Again he looked at
her for knowledge of what it was and she sighed. �Diluted nutrient potion; it
will give you back some of your energy and keep your stomach from shrivelling
up from lack of food,� she informed him. Nodding he downed the vile.

�Pepper up,� Ron said
in a proud tone when he saw the next flash. Everyone let out soft laughs at
this being turned into a game of �Name that Potion�. Harry smiled weakly and
took the vile. It did exactly the opposite of what the anti-nausea potion. His
insides felt as if they�d been shocked with electricity and he felt slight
jolts before feeling a lot better.

Madam Pomfrey, again,
held out anther potion.

�Pain relieving
potion,� Neville said in the same proud voice Ron did. Everyone grinned at him;
Harry made a feeble attempt also. Pomfrey nodded and watched Harry down the
potion. At long last she handed Harry the last potion. Harry knew this one, it was a Dreamless Sleeping Draught, though he did not
get to voice his answer, because everyone else did.

�Dreamless Sleeping
Potion,� they all said in unison making them all crack up laughing at one
another. Harry wanted to give a slight laugh, but bit back knowing it would
take a little while for the Pain Relieving Potion to take effect and dull the
pain in his side.

Madam Pomfrey murmured
something under her breath and Harry�s stomach muscles relaxed as Draco helped
his lay back on his pillows behind him. He felt the Sleeping draught take
effect immediately as he closed his eyes and let the aby abyss take him off to
limbo for a while. He rested.
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