I Don't Need Your Help

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Wizarding World of Harry Potter nor the characters in it. All belong to the queen, J.K. Rowling.

Most of the stuff written was tweaked so that way it won't be exactly the same as the movie. If it is word for word, I made it so you knew, a.k.a. italicized. I'm telling you this now, so DON'T report me.

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There was a resonating pop as two figures came into view on the top of the lonesome Astronomy tower. At first glance it doesn't seem anything out of the ordinary, but looking closely, one could see how the elder of the two leaned heavily on the other.

Harry Potter dragged Professor Dumbledore off the sit on the stone steps.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing, Sir! To Madam Pomfrey!"

Harry set the Professor down gently on the steps, seeing the pain he is feeling filter across his face. Harry felt helpless. This man, Dumbledore, the greatest wizard, is in so much pain and he is unable to do anything.

"Ach, no, Severus. Severus is who I need. Wake him up, Tell him what happened. Speak to no one else. Severus, Harry."

All Harry could thing of was Why Snape, he needs help from a healer! But Harry respected Dumbledore's plea and started racing towards the door to get Snape. However, he stopped short when they both hear the bottom door of the Astronomy Tower open. Harry quickly turned to Dumbledore but noticed that he was getting up.

"Hide yourself below. Don't speak or be seen by anybody without my permission. Whatever happens, it's imperative you stay below. Harry, do as I say. Trust me."

Harry didn't look convinced. He wanted to stay with his Professor. He couldn't just leave him up here!

Right when Harry was about to protest, Dumbledore whispered, "Trust me."

After a moment, Harry nodded his head and ran down below, just as someone with white platinum hair ran up the stairs towards where Dumbledore was.

Up above, Dumbledore watched as Harry ran down the stairs, and waited patiently for Draco to run up. When the blonde haired got to the top step, his wand was raised, pointed direction towards his chest.

With a calm voice, Dumbledore stated, "Good evening, Draco. What brings you here, on this fine, spring evening?"

Draco's grip on his wand tightened and he spat out nervously, "Who else is here? I heard someone talking."

Dumbledore watched the young man and felt a small amount of pity for him. No one, especially a young mind like Draco, should be going through that torture.

"I often talk to myself on some occasions. You are no assassin, Draco."

Draco tensed in alarm. Am I... NO, he doesn't understand! "How would you know, old man? I've things that would shock you if you knew."