The smoke dropped them off in what appeared to be a deserted corridor. At first glance, the students of the past and students of the present recognized their location as the corridor near the library.

"What are you doing?" asked Sirius to Speckerton, who was writing furiously on a roll of parchment.

"This is a new development, I want to make sure I learn everything I can." he said excitedly, but the parchment suddenly caught fire and was reduced to ashes. He stared at the ashes in shock.

"Apparently the book doesn't want you to spend your time writing instead of watching." said Lionus with a smirk. "Just try to remember what you see."

Then, a large group of Hufflepuffs, mostly seventh years but a scattering of the younger years, came by muttering to amongst themselves and hurried into an unused classroom, leaving the door open a crack.

"Hey Ernie, what were you guys going in there for?" asked Hannah, who pointed out the Prefect. They looked at Ernie, but were stunned to see him looking so pale.

"Um…we won't get expelled during these things, right?" said Ernie and few older Hufflepuffs worriedly.

"I said no earlier, but should we be contemplating it?" asked Dumbledore seriously.

"Well…I…we…" said Ernie helplessly.

"Hey, look! It's Harry." said Colin excitedly.

Harry came walking from the direction of the library and was deeply immersed in a book. He didn't even notice the Hufflepuffs looking out of the classroom quickly and duck back in. Hermione hurried over and read the cover,

"Fangs and Talons: Magical Beasts and their Weapons." read Hermione.

"What is he reading that book for?" asked Justin.

"Harry figured that he would try and find out what the monster is, while we try and discover who the heir is." said Ron. "He never did find out, and for somewhat of a good reason."

As Harry continued down the corridor, the door opened a little more. When Harry passed the door, still reading his book, hands shot out and grabbed Harry roughly and dragged him into the empty room, the book flew out of his hands, but was magicked into the spare classroom.

"What the hell are you kids playing at?" asked Sirius furiously.

Ernie cringed and looked around nervously.

The scene seemed to have shifted into fast forward mode. They watched, in high speed, people from the empty leave, some with satisfied sneers on their face and others with nervous glances towards the darkened room. They all waited, but Harry never came to the door. Then, they saw something that looked like glittery powder come from under the crack of the door and waft down the hall.

"What was that?" asked Dr. Clark.

"Who cares? I want to find out what happened to Harry." said Sirius walking towards the door.

They all went into the dark room, but they couldn't see anything. They could hear shallow breathing but nothing more than that. Minutes passed like hours, till the door behind them opened and in came Ron, a large bag slung over his shoulder.

"Harry?" he whispered, peering into the darkness. "You in here?"

"Over here." said a raspy voice.

"That powder told you to come and find him?" said Hermione in wonder.

"It was something Harry came up with." said Ron. "He used it only that one time."

Ron lit the tip of his wand, he and the Watchers both gasped in horror down at the young man laying against the wall. Harry was now sporting two black eyes; his nose was bloodied, and was covered with bruises all over his body.

"What happened to you, mate?" said Ron kneeling beside him quickly.

"Hufflepuffs…jumped…me." said Harry weakly. "They're….scared, they don't know…..what to believe anymore." he gasped loudly and arched his back when Ron touched a spot on his chest.

"Sorry Harry." said Ron hastily. "Should I try and get Madam Pomfrey?"

"No, for this, she'd ask questions." said Harry.

"And why the hell not." said Ron opening the large bag. "You like getting the magic smacked out of you?"

"No more than the next person." said Harry reaching into the bag and taking a phial.

They watched as Ron helped Harry drink a clear potion and helped Harry to his feet. "Well that takes care of any broken bones, and most of the cuts and scrapes. But what about those two black eyes, they aren't going to swell now, but kinda hard to hide the bruises."

"Simple, where's my bag?" he reached down and pulled out a small compact.

"That's makeup." said Ron taking a step back.

"That's right." said Harry. "Glamour charms don't last long and they disappear without warning. At least this stuff doesn't disappear on me." he finished putting the fair colored powder on his face.

"You know how to do that a little too well." said Ron with a smirk. "Now what do we do?" said Ron.

"Those potions were only a temporary fix. I've got more powerful ones upstairs in my trunk." said Harry.

"Why didn't you tell me to bring those ones down?" asked Ron.

"I've got some other things in there you don't want to mess with." said Harry magicking the classroom back to the way it was before the attack began.

"Like what?" said Ron. as they walked towards the direction of the Gryffindor dormitories.

"Dirty socks." said Harry with a laugh.

They followed the two Gryffindors back to their Common Room and up into their dormitory. Harry opened the trunk and dug down to the bottom of the trunk and pulled out three small vials. He downed one right after the other and went to go lay in the bed.

"You gonna okay mate?" asked Ron worriedly.

"I'll be fine. Just need to sleep for the rest of the day." said Harry. "Don't tell Hermione, she's panicky enough, she doesn't need to worry about me."

The smoke came back to claim them and returned each person safely back to the Great Hall. Harry was still asleep when they got there. Hermione glared at Ron, but it wasn't as hard or threatening as it could have been.

"I think that's more than enough reading for today. Let's get some food in our stomachs and then off to bed." said Dumbledore with a strained smile, trying not to shout, being so close to Harry. He stayed beside the bed, along with the three men; none of them were feeling very hungry at the moment.

Before the Hufflepuffs could even walk over and get their plates, Tonks, Madam Bones, Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall gave each of the assaulters (that were present at the time) a severe tongue lashing and promised each of them a long and very strong letter to each of their parents.

Ron even received a slight one from both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione.

"You should have told us!" said the both of them angrily.

"Harry didn't…" said Ron.

"Harry has to learn to trust us, Ron." said Remus.

"You're sounding calmer." said Sirius looking stunned.

"I don't want to get shot in the chest again." said Remus quietly.

"That was scary." said Tonks giving him a hug. "Don't do that again."

"I won't, I learned my lesson." said Remus.

As they ate their dinner, the members of Hufflepuff distinctly quiet, they discussed what had happened over the course of so many days.

"It's going to be odd, going back to lessons." said a fourth year Gryffindor.

"Yeah, but these books are starting to scare me a bit, can they really think?" said Hannah quietly.

"If it can, I want to give it a piece of my mind." said Ernie bitterly.

"You deserved it." said Hannah shortly. "I can't believe you actually went out and attacked him!" Ernie shuffled his feet.

After Harry was put to bed in the suite prepared for them, Sirius placed an everlasting ice bag on his forehead. He ruffled his hair gently and blew out the candles. He walked out of the room, but not before turning around and looking worriedly at the young boy, who moaned slightly.

"I wish we could find out what is going on with Harry." said Dr. Clark looking up from his book,Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. He found reading helped ease his mind slightly.

"So do I." said Remus looking up from his own book, "But I've gone through all the Magical Ailments reference books, but I can't find a bloody thing on what it might be."

"Could be that you skipped over it." said a voice coming from the door. The men turned and saw Lionus and Dr. Nicodemus standing in the door way.

"Did you finally find out what is causing Harry to sleep?" said Dr. Clark

"And why he's sick?" asked Sirius hopefully.

"We just got the message now." said Dr. Nicodemus, walking swiftly over to the door and going inside.

"Best let him to do his work." said Lionus, stopping them from going in the room.

"What is wrong with him then?" asked Dr. Clark quickly.

Lionus looked over to the two wizards. "Ever heard of Wizard's Flu?"

"Wizard's Flu?" said the two of them, they shook their heads.

"I didn't think so, it's not a secret like all the other things we have, but it is an old ailment. Nowadays, wizarding babies have a potion given to them in a bottle after they've turned six months. Turns out, Harry was never given it."

"But we took him to the Hospital for his baby boosters." said Sirius. "I held him myself….but…there was one potion that he couldn't take." he finished slowly.

"That's right, he was allergic to the wormroot in it. But the Healer said he wouldn't need it." said Remus.

"Obviously, he needed it desperately. Or perhaps he was destined to procure this disease?" said Lionus cryptically.

"Say what?" said Sirius with a raised brow. Lionus ignored him.

"For this disease, it makes you weak, and causes you to sleep uncontrollably. That's the first stage. The second stage is the fever." said Lionus. "It was ill luck that it struck when it did."

"What's the next stage? When will that hit?" asked Remus.

"It's hitting him right now." said Lionus.

"What's happening?" said Sirius frantically.

"You don't want to know." said Lionus. "Let's just say, it's a bit traumatizing, and you'd best stay out here for the night." he addressed Sirius.

"But," said Sirius.

"No buts, let the Doc do what he needs to do." said Lionus. "And in the morning, he'll be right as rain."

"You guys said that last time." said Remus skeptically.

"Yeah, doesn't do much for Doc's pride, or mine for that matter." said Lionus scratching the back of his head. "But I think you'll be surprised at the change."

Suddenly, a scream emitted from the room behind him again. Sirius leapt into the air and accidentally landed in Dr. Clark's arms.

"What the hell…that was HARRY!" shouted Sirius.

Lionus quickly casted a silencing charm behind him and smiled towards the men. "Like I said, going in there would be a very bad idea."

"What is he doing to Harry in there?" asked Remus accusingly.

"Trying to ease the suffering, that scream came from the pain caused by the disease." said Lionus. "You might want to sleep elsewhere if it bothers you; it's going to be a long night."

He motioned them away from the door and ushered them into chairs.

"Going completely off track, remember when I was out cold?" said Remus trying to get his mind off his poor cub's suffering.

"Yeah, what about it?" asked Sirius looking nervously back to the door to his room.

"Well, you won't believe what I saw when I was out." said Remus. He quickly told them all that he saw.

"You saw him? How is that possible? He's been dead for so long!" said Sirius.

"Do you think he's controlling the book?" asked Dr. Clark.

"It would make sense." said Lionus thoughtfully. "The books sometimes do channel a loved one's spirit. Someone who sacrificed their bodies for the subject."

"But he…why isn't…" said Sirius.

Dr. Clark looked uncomfortable.

"We probably won't know for sure, but at least we know the book means no harm to Harry, we just have to watch what we say and do." said Lionus.