I Believe

The Bad Luck 2

As soon as we walked into the rose doc, she treated us with a smile.
"Hello, It is so nice to see you today!" She happily said, "How may I assist you?" They added.
"Um well we think there might be something wrong, some bad luck, that has gone to Harry." Harry's father responded. The rose doc widened her eyes then started at Harry. When she got to him she went silent and just looked at him in shock.
"I knew this would have appended to someone but I didn't think it would be the leaders boss!" She mumbled, still in shock.
"What are you talk about?" Harry's mum cried, "Is it something really bad?!?" She added, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

After a while of everyone just standing there (the rose doc in shock and everyone else confused) until the rose doc looked like she had just came out of a trance.
"You my boy," She whispered, in a way that seemed very slow. "Have witch cancer!" She whispered even quieter. I nearly burst into tears but kept my sadness back but Harry's mother had quiet tears falling down her face. Harry's father just looked as if he could not move and Harry looked as if he was gonna have a panic attack. If you didn't know what witch cancer was, it is like cancer but worse. There is no cure or medicine for it and the chances of you living is probably about 20%. Not only that but normally witches can cure many illnesses and they can even cure normal cancer in a matter of seconds but witch cancer takes very long to cure and only the most wisest, cleverest, most skilled witches can do it. It does not only take a few hours but it takes months and even years to do it. The chances of a witch getting which cancer is pretty low but the chances of curing it is even lower.

A long time had passed of us just trying to process all of it until the rose doc decided to speak.
"I knew that someone in the town would have witch cancer because of how the weather was acting but I could never find out who it was. But now I know." She muttered. Witch cancer is not only pretty much incurable but it is also very painful and it takes a while for it to actually kill you. Most of the time people end up taking their own life's or going crazy when they have witch cancer because the pain is unbearable and they know that it would be a while until they got cured or finally died from it. But witch cancer is one of the worst illnesses there are that exists in the witch world.

On the way to harry's house no one spoke a word. Harry's mother and father were holding hands while Harry and I were hugging. When we arrived at the house we all separated and went to the bedrooms. Harry and I went to his room and as soon as he closed the bedroom door I broke down crying.
"Don't cry! The chances of me being okay is pretty high." He lied thinking that is might make me feel better.
"No it's not and I know that!" I screamed, "I will do whatever I can to help you and protect you because I would never want you to get hurt or even worse die!"
"No don't do that because I know the only way you would be able to would be to transfer it to yourself and I would never be able to live with that. And anyway you can't because the spell doesn't work with witch cancer."
"Yeah but I don't care I will do it anyway!"
"No please don't. For me."
"No but I can't live without you!"
"Yeah and I can't live without you too, If you want to help so badly then why don't you help your father with the spells he has to do to try and cure me?"
"Okay fine then." I slowly got into bed, thinking. I was going to help my father with the spells but I was also going to do my own spells. The ones that Harry didn't want me to do. There was no way I was going to just stand back and let this happen, even though I could just help but I wanted to do more than help. I wanted to save him. There was nothing anyone could do to stop me from saving the person I love the most and I would never stop.

The next morning I woke to tears in my eyes as I had had a bad dream about Harry. Luckily he was asleep so I could just continue cuddling him. I wiped my tears and went back to sleep hoping that he didn't hear me cry and I began to hug him tighter. As I was hugging him I started to cry even more. What if something bad would happen? And what if I couldn't help? And...... what if? That was all I was thinking, Harry. I wanted to save him but couldn't think of that many reasons why. I knew that as soon as I would go home I would go to my library (that is inside my house) and look for a book all about witch cancer. I'm sure that I would be able to find something that could help in that 800 page book.