This is set in Harry's fifth year, three weeks before the christmas break. Umbridge is giving Harry detentions with the blood quill. There is one difference, the blood quill can kill you after repeated use. This will go on until Voldemort is detroyed or until Harry is destroyed...
Harry staggered out of Umbridge's office, clutching his right hand, the blood pouring from it made him look as white as a sheet. As Harry walked back to the Gryffindor he could feel the energy leaving him. This was Harry's eightieth detention this year. He was relieved that only Ron and Hermione knew about his detentions, because he shuddered at the thought of what Sirius would do if he found out.
Harry dragged himself through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione waiting up for him along with Ginny, Fred and George. He was relieved to see them all waiting for him. The group turned their heads to look at him.
All their eyes widened once they saw how pale he was. Harry didn't want to be fussed over, he didn't need their help. Harry took another step towards the group, but stopped as the room spun wildly.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione's face swam into view looking very worried.
Before Harry could respond, his body lurched and the world turned black.
Before there eyes, Harry collapsed to the ground and started convulsing. They screamed and ran up to Harry, waking the whole of Gryffindor. A group with horror filled faces gatherd at the stairs to the dormitory's.
"Does anyone have a bezour?" Hermione shouted, her voice filled with dread and panic.
There was no answer to the shouted question. Ron scooped Harry up in his arms, knowing that there was limited time left for Harry, and ran to the hospital, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George running after him. A few steps away from the hospital and Harry stopped breathing, but Ron didn't slow down, Ron carried on running at full pelt and burst through the door to the hospital.
"Good glory! This is a hospital what-?" Madam Pomfrey began to say, before she caught sight of Harry. "Put him on his usual bed."
Ron did and he was told and the group stood back and watched Madam Pomfrey work hard to preserve Harry's life. Finally Madam Pomfrey stood back and turned to the group of children.
"Twins, split up and one of you get the headmaster and the other get Proffessor Snape. We need to find out how he has been subjected to a blood quill."
The twins nodded and ran other in opposite directions. Madam Pomfrey looked sternly and the three remaining children. "Do you know how this happened?"
"Yes Madam." Hermione said quietly. "In Harry's detentions with Umbridge he had to write lines with a blood quill."
Madam Pomfrey nodded slowly and soloumnly. She looked at the sleeping Harry and back at the three friends. "Harry is very ill. I'm not going to lie to you, he may, or may not, make it out of this."
Hermione and Ginny started sobbing softly. Ron had tears in his eyes, but he still pulled the two girls to him and hugged them both tightly, giving them silent comfort.
The doors opened and McGonnagall, Snape, Dumbledore, Fred, George and Mrs Weasley rushed in. Mrs Weasley quickly swept up Hermione, Ron and Ginny in a quick embrace, before turning her attention to Harry. She drew up a chair next to Harry's bed, sat in it and clasped Harry's left hand in both of hers.
The teens looked over to the teachers and matron, who were having a hushed conversation, they then all took seats around Harry bed, waiting for any sign of improvement.
"Molly," Dumbledore said, sitting down next to her. "You and the kids ought to know about Harry condition. He is weak, very weak. Madam Pomfrey has told me that there is little chance of a full recovery and a chance that Harry will loose his life."
Mrs Weasley nodded as tears fell down her cheeks. She clasped Harry's hand even tighter, and hoped in her heart that Harry would live.
Three weeks later and a lot had happened. Harry had been transfered to St Mungos and Sirius was now a free man. Sirius had often thought about his freedom in the past. All visions had included Harry and him celebrating together, not him, Remus, Hermione and the Weasleys gathered around his sick bed, not knowing if he was to live or die.
"Sirius?" A weak voice asked from the bed.
Everyone jumped and looked down at Harry. His eyes were half open and his brow was creased in confusion.
"Yes Pup, I'm here." Sirius said softly, running his hand through Harry's hair.
"Where am I?" Harry asked, his voice a low croak.
"In St Mungos, the wizarding hospital." Sirius replied.
Harry eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright. He looked at Sirius panic written all over his face. "Sirius, go! They'll find you and put you back into Azkaban, or have your soul sucked out."
"Harry, calm down. I'm a free man now. My innocence has been proved." Sirius replied, lightly forcing Harry to lie back down.
"What happened?" Harry asked, his voice starting to strengthen.
"The blood quill you were using was poisoning you. If it wasn't for Ron, you'd be dead." Hermione explained.
Harry sat back up, much to Sirius' and Molly's annoyance, and looked at Ron, who's face was far more red than his hair. "Thank you, Ron. I'm not sure how to thank you."
"It's nothing. You'd do the same for me." Ron replied.
Harry smiled. "How long have I been out for?"
"Three weeks." Ginny replied.
"We were dead worried." Fred said.
"Yeah, we didn't know whether you would live." George agreed.
Harry smiled a little smile as the door opened and a healer walked in. "Ah, Mr Potter. You're awake."
Harry spent the next two hours having tests done and by the end of it he was ready for a sleep. He smiled at the group round his bed as his eyes drooped as he fell into a deep sleep.
