One Hell Of A Year

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Chapter One

By the end of the train ride, Harry had a severe migraine. As soon as the train came to a halt, he climbed off with his trunk in one hand and Hedwig’s cage in the other. He was ready to drop as soon as he entered the swarm of students on the platform. The pounding increased even more with the volume level of all the students. Pushing through the crowd, Harry left his luggage sitting with the rest and went to go find a carriage.

After several minutes of searching he finally found an empty one. He nearly jumped out of his boots at the sight of the creature pulling the cart. Climbing inside he pulled up his hood and attempted to relax to alleviate some of the pressure on his brain.

A minute or two later, the carriage door opened allowing three other students inside. Harry stayed still; he didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment. He hoped the others would be quiet and just leave him alone for the rest of the ride.

“Did you see the mudblood hanging onto the Weasel like that? Disgusting,” the aristocratic voice of one Draco Malfoy said appalled as soon as the door shut.

Gagging noises sounded from someone. “How could you not see those two together though? At least now we don’t have to see them act all inconspicuously in love. Even though bleaching my eyes right now would be a good idea,” said Blaise Zabini from across the carriage.

“I wonder where Potter was. Usually his little fan base is surrounding him but he wasn’t there,” Pansy Parkinson retorted.

Harry turned to face them. “You really should be careful with what you say in public,” he advised pulling his hood down.

“Potter?! Whoa, what happened to you?” Draco asked, observing the smaller boy’s appearance. He ran a critical eye up and down Harry’s body. He had to admit to himself that he did like what he saw.

“I got a bit of a make-over. If you don’t approve, I really don’t care,” Harry bit out. Dizziness struck again causing him to breathe deeply.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re looking a bit peaky. If you throw up in here, I’ll hex you so bad,” threatened Draco, inching away from the severely pale boy.

“It’s none of your business. I’m just not feeling very well,” Harry said clutching his head as his headache began to worsen.

Just as the carriage pulled up in front of the castle and they piled out, Harry gave a moan before passing out.
Draco cried out in surprise as the Gryffindor tumbled from the carriage steps to the ground. Quickly he caught the boy. Sighing he turned to his friends. “I’ll take him to the Infirmary. Go on without me,” he said heading into the castle.

The boy in his arms was incredibly light with a very petite frame, almost feminine. Potter sure had changed over the summer. He didn’t seem to be as much of a ragamuffin as usual either. It suited him, as much as he hated to say it. He clutched the boy closer to him as they neared the Infirmary, where Madame Pomphrey was bustling about.
As soon as she spotted the two boys coming in through the door, she rushed over and directed Draco to place Harry on a bed so she could examine him. “What happened to Mr. Potter, and if I hear you two were fighting again, I’m personally going to kick you both out of here right now,” she warned.

Draco scowled at the old woman. “Do not jump to conclusions so quickly. Potter rode with us in the carriage on the way to school. He looked really pale and flinched every time there was a loud noise. As we were leaving the carriage, he just fainted. I do not know what is wrong but he said he had not been feeling very well,” explained the blonde.

Madame Pomphrey stared at him for a minute before turning away to access the situation, mumbling something about teenagers being bipolar with friends. Draco merely rolled his eyes before exiting the Infirmary and heading down to the Great Hall for supper.

Harry groggily opened his eyes to find himself lying on a bed in Hogwarts hospital wing. He was completely disoriented. It didn’t help that his head was positively killing him at the moment. At least he wasn’t dizzy or wanting to throw up.

A witch in white appeared on his right. “Drink this dear, it will help your headache,” she murmured.
The foul yellow liquid slid down his throat as he attempted to swallow. Eventually he managed to get it all down without too much trouble. “What happened?” he whispered to the nurse.

“You fainted on your way into the castle. Mr. Malfoy brought you in. Can you tell me what’s all wrong and how long you have been feeling like this?” inquired the medi-witch.

Harry took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I’ve been getting really dizzy and sick feeling since the beginning of summer. The headaches have been getting worse since then too. I thought that it could just have to do with my scar but I haven’t been having visions or anything lately. Malfoy brought me in? Why?” he said quietly.

Madame Pomphrey bustled around gathering several potions along the way. “He was the one to catch you when you fainted. I’m going to run a scan on you just to see what happens to be the problem,” explained the woman as she cast several diagnostic spells.

Harry relaxed into the soft mattress as he let her work away. A small, quick intake of air alerted him to the fact that she was surprised about something. “What is it?” he asked worried.

A frown marred her face as she looked over the information from her scan. “I will be right back. Do not leave from here Mr. Potter.” The woman left the hospital wing quickly, the scan clutched tightly in her hand.

Confused and scared, Harry pulled the blanket on him up to his chin before closing his eyes. Within seconds he was fast asleep.

Draco dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, finally finishing his meal. Gazing around the Great Hall, it appeared as if everyone else was nearly finished as well.

Out of nowhere, the school’s nurse came running up to the Head table. She talked quickly with Dumbledore before the two strode out of the hall and in the general direction of the hospital wing.

Curious, Draco excused himself from his friends. He followed the two, keeping to the shadows so he would not be noticed.

Once arriving at the large medical wing, Draco situated himself close enough to hear but far away enough to not be seen.

“Now what is wrong with Harry, Poppy?” questioned the headmaster leaning over the pale boy.

“Albus, Mr. Potter has a brain tumor. If we don’t do something soon, he will die,” the nurse said, trembling.
Draco froze. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slowly he backed away and ran down to the dungeons.