Lady Celestial Stars wonderful story

Part 18

Chapter 18: Is There a Doctor in the House?

Notes:

I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Text

Dumbledore had not returned till the next morning, he was alone and he couldn't answer anyone's questions of where he rushed off to. He rushed over to Professor Snape and whispered hurriedly into his ear. Snape paled and ran as fast as he could out of the Great Hall.

Harry walked down to breakfast with Sirius and Remus half an hour later, When he entered the Great Hall he doubled over, teeth gritted with pain.

"Harry! What is it?" asked Sirius quickly.

"My....stomach..." he moaned.

"Here, let’s sit you down in the bowl quick." said Remus picking Harry up gently and hurrying to the bowl.

Dumbledore rushed over and enlarged the bowl to twice its size, he then arranged the cushions and blankets.

Remus carried the suffering boy over to the bowl, Harry was gripping Remus' collar tightly and growled in pain. He laid Harry gently down in the bowl and Sirius sponged Harry's forehead. Ron and Hermione were looking at Harry anxiously, both of them were clutching at each other in fear.

Snape ran back into the Great Hall and hurried over to the bowl. As Harry gasped in pain, he helped Harry drink the potion completely. He continued to gasp in pain, until finally he opened his eyes.

"What..what happened?" he asked weakly.

Dumbledore threw a murderous look up to Umbridge, who sat with her sickening toad-like smile. He turned back to Harry and grasped his hand.

"It’s a Leechhold potion, Harry. It's a vile poison that doesn't need to be drunk by the victim. Every hour on the hour, you'll be racked with pain in your abdomen, as if you had drank some strong poison. You'll get weaker and weaker until, you can no longer even get out of bed." he said grief-stricken.

"Isn't there an antidote." asked Hermione and Sirius quickly.

"No, there is nothing that can remove it." said Dumbledore sadly.

"How long will it last?" asked McGonagall fearfully.

Dumbledore looked away, tears falling freely from his eyes.

"Dear God." said Mrs. Weasely clutching her throat.

Suddenly, the doors opened and a man walked into the Great Hall, it was Lionus, unmasked. He was leading an old man towards the bowl. When he arrived he held out a hand.

"Here you go, Doc. Leechhold potion." said Lionus

"Alright lad, have you had any pain yet?” said the old man, opening a small doctor's bag.

"Just now." he said weakly.

"Well, this will take care of it." he said taking out a small needle with blue liquid inside.

He quickly stuck it in Harry's skin and pushed the liquid into this bloodstream. Sirius who looked down at the little needle in Harry's skin, turned pale and passed out on the floor. Harry and the Doctor looked at him and then each other. Harry tried not to laugh, the Doctor was too busy shaking his head.

"Alright boy, you're all done. It will take two days for it to take effect I'm sorry to say. So you will have to endure the pain for just forty-eight more hours, thankfully, you've got a Potions Master here, who can make the pain-relieving potions to help you through this." He put his syringe back into his bag.