Okay then! ;D
First of all, I want to thank you amazing people who liked this story. And a special thanks to you who have commented it so far. Cookies to everyone! :D
And also a thanks to Pepper_glass for your suggestion about the dialogues. I was thinking of changing them, since it got really tedious to write like this:
- I like pie. Ginny said.
(this doesn't looks as good here as it does in Microsoft Word...)
So from now on, it gonna be:
"I like pie." Ginny said. ^^

Ok, since I wasn't actually planning a second chapter, this might not be the same standard as the last one. Bear with me... '-'

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Harry woke up from the numbing darkness he'd been trapped in, and now re-entered the world of light. And pain.

Harry closed his eyes again and rubbed his forehead. He was aware that he had a slight headache. He was lying on the floor, and when he looked around he saw everything in a blur. His glasses had been removed.

He narrowed his eyes and tried to make something out of his surroundings, and even trough it was all a haze for him, he could still recognize Snape's office. How had Snape managed to get him here? Carried him?

Then Harry remembered two years ago when he and Sirius had passed out at the lake due to the hundreds of dementors trying to devour their souls. He had seen Snape from the other side of the lake where he had made two simple stretchers appear and used them to get Sirius, Hermione and Harry back to the castle.

Harry got up on his feet, but had to lean against the stone wall to support his balance which still wasn't in a very good shape. He tried to feel if his scar was still hurting, but it was impossible to tell due to his headache. He had probably hit his head when he passed out.

He narrowed his eyes again and looked at Snape's desk where he thought he could recognize the shape of his circle shaped glasses. He walked carefully over and picked them up. He eyed them cautiously. They looked just like normal.

Harry put his glasses on and felt relieved when he finally could see everything clearly again. He relaxed and could feel the headache ease a tiny bit. This could be the reason why he didn't hear the voices outside the door until just now.

It was Snape and a familiar female voice, and Harry felt a stabbing feeling in his stomach when he recognized professor Umbridge.

"I deeply apologize, professor. But I'm afraid that I can not help you." Snape answered calmly.

"Oh, but I think you can." Umbridge said and obviously tried her best to hide her frustration. "You were in the corridor with a student tonight! And I want to know why, and who that student was! I'm sure that you are aware that I have the right to know about any activities that are against the regulations here on Hogwarts…?"

Umbridge voice was victorious and Snape went quiet for a short moment.

"May I ask you who have provided you with this so called information? Snape asked with a slightly scornful undertone.

"Peeves told me just minutes ago." Umbridge said stubbornly.

"Well, that certainly make sense." Snape answered coldly. "Why on earth would the castle's one and only poltergeist wake you up in the middle of the night only to lie…?"

Harry could almost hear the blood rise to Umbridge face as it probably turned scarlet just now. Snape went on.

"Allow me to remind you that your trustful… source, for this peculiar information has a sickening fondness of creating chaos wherever he goes? I would not be surprised if he had noticed that I was awake and thought that he could use you for a little nightly prank…"

"I thought that it wouldn't hurt to at least check it." Umbridge said in a superior voice. "Just to be on the safe side."

"Of course not." Snape answered softly. "But may I just ask you to not make the same mistake again? As you might have noticed, it's not only you who gets bothered this way. Now, if you excuse me, I was correcting exams before your arrival, and I would like to continue with it. Good night."

Harry could hear the wooden door close and an angry muttering from the old witch on the other side. Suddenly, Snape walked in to the room and Harry hurriedly took a few steps away room the desk. The fact that he was wearing his glasses again pretty much proved that he had been there, but it just felt safer to be a few feet away from it.

Snape's eyes fell upon Harry. But the potion teacher didn't even raise an eyebrow when he saw that Harry was up and awake. He simply let his gaze fall on a bookshelf with potions and walked towards it. He began to read the description of the various kinds of bottles and then picked one.

"Sir… For how long was I unconscious?" Harry felt an urge to ask.

"Approximately 25 minutes." Snape answered and read the description through roughly. "There's a slight possibility that you have a minor concussion from the fall, but since you are conscious now and obviously can stand by your own, I can assume that you don't suffer from any critical medical condition."

He turned around to Harry, holding a small bottle with an orange, yellowish liquid. It was about 5 inches tall and quite thin.

"Drink this." Snape demanded.

"That depends on what it is." Harry said with an indifferent voice.

Snape gave him a brief glare, but Harry didn't even flinch. He didn't plan to drink whatever it was just because Snape told him to. Snape was his teacher, but that didn't give him the right to make Harry do everything he wanted him to do. Harry didn't trust him enough for that…

Snape's glare eventually changed into a calm smile, with his eyes still fixed upon Harry.

"It is not in your current position to make demands, Potter." Snape said scornfully. "I would strongly suggest that you do as you are told and it will make things a lot easier. For both of us, I might add."

"It would also make things easier if you simply told me what that is and what it does." Harry answered, looking directly at Snape without showing any sign of changing his mind. Snape started to look pretty mad, but seemed to silently give in.

"This is a potion that will simply tell me where the pain is located." Snape answered with dignity, as if the explanation was all on his initiative and not Harry's. "I need to be sure where it is, so that I know how to proceed after that."

"It's just my scar that hurts." Harry answered truthfully.

"By experience, I am very aware of how much I can trust you, Potter. And I'm sorry to break this to you, Potter, but your word isn't worth much to me."

"Why would I lie about this?" Harry asked agitated.

"I neither know nor care, Potter." Snape replied calmly. "I'm just considering the possibility that you can."

Harry couldn't deny that he had actually lied plenty of times to Snape ever since he first got to Hogwarts, and there were some logic in Snape's precaution. But to think that Harry would lie about something as serious as this was just ridiculous.

Snape held out the bottle with a strict look at Harry, and Harry realized with a sigh that despite how he felt about the whole situation, he didn't have much of a choice. Harry took the bottle and gave it a slightly suspicious look. He took a deep breath. "Ok. I'll do this as quick as possible and get it over with."

Harry poured the liquid down his throat and swallowed immediately. If the taste was horrible, then he might not have the time to feel it if he drank it fast enough.

The taste was horrible.

Harry could only compare the flavor with salt, lemon, and something very, very bitter. He was happy that the bottle hadn't been bigger.

When he had swallowed the last of it, he could feel a stinging sensation spread trough his body. It felt uncomfortable, but didn't really hurt. Eventually, it seemed to gather together in one spot on Harry's forehead, most likely the scar.

Snape's eyes studied Harry's scar and then he turned around to his desk. Harry had no idea how Snape could see it, but guessed that the potion somehow made painful places to glow or something like that.

"The pain seems to only be located around the area of your scar." Snape exclaimed, like Harry hadn't already stated this fact. "I am going to look trough one of my books, Potter, and I want you to stay exactly where you…"

A knock was heard on the door and Harry felt his body freeze. If Umbridge find out that he wasn't in his bed at this hour…

What would she do to him? The blood draining quill was bad enough, but what if she got him expelled? He must come up with a good explanation. Something that didn't have to do with his scar…

Snape looked suspiciously at the door and left the book on the desk to go open it. At the door he turned around to Harry and whispered with an irritated voice.

"Potter, I am very familiar with your desperate need of attention. But if you could try to not get noticed for a change, it would be much helpful for the both of us."

Harry was a bit too stressed to have time to get angry over Snape's insult right now, and therefore he took his teacher's advice and quickly hid in the corner behind a bookshelf.

When Snape opened the door Harry heard another familiar female voice.

"Don't stand in the way like that, Severus! We're neither deatheaters nor burglars, so stop blocking the entrance!"

Harry peeked out from his hiding place in time to see Professor McGonagall literally make her way pass Snape, who apparently had tried to cover the room in case it would have been Umbridge again. And to Harry's even bigger surprise, Dumbledore stepped inside right after McGonagall. Harry wondered if his scar was still any particularly visible due to the potion, and took a look at his reflection in a big green glass bottle on his left, but the scar looked just like normal.

"Good evening, Severus." Dumbledore greeted cheerfully. His eyes glanced over Snape's shoulder and immediately found Harry in the corner. Dumbledore gave him a smile and made a gesture at Harry to come out. Harry left his hiding place to join the crowd.

"Did you encounter any… trouble on the way here?" Snape asked, indicating that with "trouble" he meant Umbridge.

"We met Dolores in the hallway." Said McGonagall, pronouncing the name like it was some kind of old garbage that should have been taken out weeks ago.

"I explained to her that Minerva and I were on our way to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a night sandwich, and that she was more than welcome to join us." Dumbledore explained with a smile. "But she declined. In a not too polite way, I might add."

"I would like to know what she was doing up this late." McGonagall said angrily. "She seemed rather stressed over something, and she didn't even question…"

"However, that's not important to us right now." Dumbledore said kindly. "We will deal with one matter at the time, and I must say…" Dumbledore said and looked at his watch that showed half past one. "I think that we ought to start with the one that currently is keeping us up in the middle of the night."

Dumbledore turned to Harry with a smile.

"Don't worry Harry. I assure you that you will be back in your bed shortly."

"Sir, didn't Hermione come with you?" Harry asked. He had hoped that McGonagall would allow Hermione to stay up to keep Harry company and he dearly wished that he could talk to one of his friends right now.

"Miss Granger knocked on my door almost a half an hour ago. McGonagall explained. "When she told me about this, I decided it was a wise decision to get professor Dumbledore as well and I went to get him. I asked Granger to go back to the girls' dormitory. Considering the situation here on Hogwarts I didn't find it a good idea to have more than one student up after curfew, and she did as I said. But I must say that I've never heard Miss Granger use that kind of language before…

Harry raised a surprised eyebrow. He found that last thing McGonagall said very hard to imagine... He wished that he had been there to see it for himself, or that Ron had been here with him to share this moment with. He felt a slightly empty feeling in his stomach that neither of his best friends would be here with him.

"It's a great loss that some people couldn't join our little assembly this late hour; but on the other hand, it's wonderful to see that so many could show up." Dumbledore interrupted cheerfully. "Even though it is very enjoyable to meet all of you any time of the day, I think we all would prefer to be back in our beds before breakfast."

Dumbledore turned to Harry.

"We will try to solve this, Harry. Do not worry about that. But I must ask you to tell me all details of what exactly happened. If you please could do that, it would be much helpful."

Harry felt a little uncomfortable with telling everything before all three of them. He couldn't really talk as openly to McGonagall as he could with Dumbledore. And talking about it while Snape was present felt as hopeless as to learn Graup to speak French.

Dumbledore must have read Harry's mind, since he turned around to Snape and McGonagall and said;

"I believe it might be best if I talked to Harry alone. I will personally inform you when we are done. I am truly sorry if it sounds like I am throwing you out from your own office, Severus. I'm afraid that my manners are not better than this. But Harry and I can of course move to another location if it bothers you? Dumbledore asked politely with a kind smile."

Snape gave Harry a brief chilly glance, but then looked at Dumbledore.

"Not at all." Snape answered nonchalantly.

And then both Snape and McGonagall left the room through another door that Harry believed led to Snape's classroom.

Harry was now alone in the office with Dumbledore, who studied a big jar that seemed to contain a greenish liquid and some sort of fur-less rat with eyes a little bit smaller than golf balls.

Well, Harry. I suppose that the environment could have been a more enjoyable one. Dumbledore said and glanced at a bottle of something that definitely was 20-30 small eyeballs from an unknown animal. – I will listen to you shortly, but the atmosphere doesn't feel very settling for storytelling… I will have to change that before you start.

With a simple flick on his wand the room was suddenly lit up in a warming light, and Harry could have sworn that there hadn't been a fireplace in the office when he had woke up 20 minutes ago. Another flick with the wand and the room suddenly also had two comfortable chairs with cushions and the floor had received a rug in very sharp colors. Harry couldn't even imagine Snape's face if he entered his office and found it like this.

Dumbledore invited Harry to sit down in one of the chairs as he took one for himself.

A definite improvement I dare say. Exclaimed Dumbledore as he looked around before turning his attention to Harry. – Well, Harry. I am very sorry for the delay, but if you would be so kind to share your story with me now, I can guarantee that you will have my full attention. Try to be as specific as possible if you can. Since we can't know which details is important and which ones that is not.

Harry hesitated. He now realized something that he hadn't thought about before. Maybe because every day on Hogwarts contained more or less weird things happening to him, or others around him. But it was just now that Harry realized how serious this whole situation sounded.

His scar, a link to Voldemort's mind, had suddenly started to bleed heavily. And it seemed like it had started due to the occlumency session, where Harry was being taught to defend his mind from Voldemort.

The whole incident suddenly started to seem frightening and dangerous.

"Whe… Where should I start?" Harry asked, not certain how to begin.

"Wherever you like." Dumbledore answered kindly and pressed his fingertips against each other with an interested look. "It's your experience, and I trust that you know better where to begin than I do."

Harry couldn't deny that. He shifted a little in his seat, trying to remember all the details that had happened this day.

He told Dumbledore how the scar had started to hurt during the occlumency session, but he had ignored it since it used to hurt a bit afterward. How it had grown worse during Filch's detention, and when he came back to Gryffindor's common room the pain had increased and the scar had unexpectedly started to bleed. Harry had some minor problems describing the time between that and when they met Snape, since he couldn't remember all of it. It seemed like some parts where completely left out from his memory, and he suspected that the pain had caused him a few blackouts.

Harry stopped when he come to the part where he had woke up in Snape's office, and then glanced at Dumbledore. He seemed unusually serious and appeared to be pondering over something.

"Does your scar hurt right now, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"No sir. Not compared to before… It's more like a… A bit of a pounding headache now. I wouldn't really call it painful…"

Harry paused and gave Dumbledore an uncertain look.

"Sir… Do you think it will happen again?"

"I'm afraid that I can't give you a satisfying answer to that." Dumbledore said and seemed to still be pondering over something. "But yes. I believe that it's highly likely that you will experience this again."

"Then... do you have any idea of how to make… If it happens again, do you know how to cure it?" Harry asked a bit hesitant, fearing what Dumbledore would answer.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm confident that we will find away to deal with your, I can imagine, quite troublesome scar. But…" Dumbledore added studying his hands with a curious look. " … What bothers me more is what exactly might have caused it to act this way."

"I don't know, sir." Harry answered truthfully.

"And I don't expect you to." Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "However, I did expect myself to have some knowledge about this. But I must admit that this matter is a most bewildering one, even to me."

Harry felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. If Dumbledore didn't know what caused this, who did? And how would they be able to make it go away?

Dumbledore probably noticed Harry's reaction, because he leaned forward with a reassuring smile.

"It's nothing to worry about, Harry." He promised. "I might not have a simple answer, but I do have several theories. And you would be surprised over how often my theories are right."

Dumbledore left the couch and Harry did the same.

"But I must have a little talk with your teachers first." Dumbledore said. "I would prefer if you stayed here in the meantime, Harry. I promise that it won't take long."

Dumbledore headed for the door to the classroom but stopped just as his hand gripped the knob, and he turned to Harry.

"No matter how much I would like to leave you in this much more enjoyable environment, I think it would be best if we got rid of the evidence that we've done some changes to professor Snape's most private office." Dumbledore said and looked around at the fireplace and the warm chairs with cushions. "We better not test his patience more than necessary."

And with a flick on his wand, the office suddenly looked just as gloomy and dark as before.

"I assure you that I won't be long. Dumbledore guaranteed, like a parent leaving a child with a mean aunt, and left Harry to himself.

It wasn't that he was alone in Snape's creepy office that made Harry feel the most uncomfortable, but the knowledge that he didn't get to hear what they were talking about on the other side of the door. Harry's curiosity had led him to several adventures before, and even more trouble. But he did not want to miss this.

He sneaked towards the door and tried to listen trough it. But he couldn't hear anything. Either the door was too thick, or someone had cast a muffliato spell over it.

Harry pondered over what to do. He came to think of Fred and George's very useful extendable ears, but he neither had one with him, nor did he think that there were any openings in the massive door where I could let it slip in trough.

There was a chance that he might be able to open the door just slightly enough to catch something from the conversation. But he was afraid that they might notice it.

Harry wondered over what spell he could use to unnoticeable slip the door open, when he suddenly felt an involuntary shudder. Almost like his body was preparing for something…

Then something stabbed him in his scar.

Harry stuttered backwards in surprise and managed to grasp the desk to prevent himself from loosing his balance. The pain was back. The aching pounding in his scar had grown to a thundering sharp one. Harry recognized it and knew that it would keep growing to an unbearable climax. And so far, the attacks had grown worse for each time.

Harry remembered that the last one had made him faint.

He tried to ignore it, but simply couldn't. His hands flung up to the scar the same way as before in a desperate attempt to keep the pain down. He instantly recognized the sticky feeling of blood underneath his palms.

And the pain only grew worse…

His breathing became more irregular. He forced himself to be calm. Try to ignore the pain. But then it stroke back with an unbelievable strength, causing him to gasp in agony.

Harry immediately dropped to the floor, to weak by the sudden strike to keep himself up.

He didn't feel anything when he hit the stone floor. It was like all the pain in his whole body was too busy with tormenting his scar. Harry curled up in a cat-like ball, twitching and turning. He wished that he could speed this up. That it could knock him unconscious. Kill him. He didn't care.

He just wanted it to stop!

Harry didn't know how long it had been since Dumbledore left the room. He thought he could hear voices. He wasn't sure. He had shut his eyes tight and couldn't see if there was anyone else in the room with him. More voices. But he couldn't hear what they said. Harry tossed and turned on the cold floor. The pain was haunting him, and he tried to get away. He didn't care about what happened around him.

Strong hands suddenly grabbed both his arms and dragged him up to his feet, but his legs refused to carry him. He felt the hands lowering him down in a sitting position on the floor instead, with his back to the wall. Harry clenched his teeth and pressed his palms tightly to the scar.

"Harry, can you hear me?"

Dumbledore's voice. But Harry couldn't answer the question. He was still clenching his teeth as hard as he could because of the steadily increasing pain.

McGonagall: (worried) "Dear lord… Dumbledore, he is bleeding!"

Snape: (calmly) "Professor, allow me…"

Dumbledore: (serious) "Wait, Severus." (Harry could hear Dumbledore kneel beside him) "Harry, let me see your scar."

Harry kept his hands persistently pressed to his forehead, not moving them an inch. He struggled with the same feeling that he had felt outside the teachers' lounge. The feeling that if he let go, the pain would become worse

Dumbledore: (calmly) "Listen to me, Harry. I need to take a look at your scar. (Assuring) I promise you that it won't make it worse. Please?"

Harry still hesitated. But then he managed to take control over his mind and he carefully released his grip. He clenched his teeth even harder and he could feel a metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Though Harry still had his eyes shut, he could almost feel how Dumbledore's bright blue eyes examined his scar.

McGonagall: "Sir, are you sure that it wouldn't be a better idea to get Potter to Madame Pomfrey?"

Dumbledore: "I fear that's not an option, Minerva. It would take too much time to get him there, and I rather not take that risk. No, we have to solve this right here right now…"

McGonagall: "And what if we can't?"

The pain in Harry's scar kept building. Harry had to concentrate on not letting his hands fling up to the scar again. He started to feel a bit nauseous, which he took as a bad sign.

The pain was still growing…

Dumbledore: "We will have to try. Severus, I understand that you used "abeodolor" earlier to handle this?"

Snape: "Yes, sir. But it was quite ineffective. The spell wore off much quicker than it normally should."

Dumbledore: "Despite that, I want you to use it again. The least we can do is to try to reduce some of this torture, even if it's only for a short period of time. Meanwhile, we will search for a more permanent solution."

Harry involuntarily curled up a little in his position at the sound of this. "Why Snape" he wanted to ask. Why does it have to be him of all teachers on Hogwarts? He then remembered that Dumbledore had mentioned several times that no other teacher was as skilled with handling dark magic and curses as Snape. But Harry could only see that as yet another good reason to why Snape couldn't be trusted right now.

Dumbledore: (explaining) "Harry, professor Snape is going to take a look at you. There is nothing to worry about, it will soon be over."

Snape: (calmly) "My only demand is that the boy cooperates. If he could be still for more than 2 seconds, it would be much helpful…"

McGonagall: (cold threatening) "That's hardly Potter's fault, Severus! The boy is obviously in more pain than any of us can imagine!"

Snape didn't answer to this, but Harry could imagine that his two teachers right now were trying to stare each other to death.

Harry could now hear Dumbledore leave his place to Snape instead. Harry still felt quite nauseous.

Snape: (demanding) - Potter, stop squirming.

But Harry couldn't help it. The pain was growing bigger and bigger, and it made him tremble in agony.

Snape: (chilly) "Very well… At least try to keep your arms out of the way."

Harry wasn't prepared. The same second Snape's finger touched his forehead, a sharp pain hit him as lightning.

"Don't do that!" Harry hissed.

Harry's eyes opened at once. Snape had withdrawn his hand immediately and now eyed Harry with a hesitant look. McGonagall stared at Harry in surprise, and Dumbledore had an unusually serious look on his face. But the most surprised person of them all was Harry himself.

He had heard it.

The snakelike hissing instead of the human words that he had thought of when he opened his mouth.

No one said a word and Harry turned down his eyes, afraid to look at the others. But Dumbledore leaned closer to Harry.

"Harry, look at me." He said firmly.

Harry looked up. The throbbing pain in his scar had temporarily decreased, probably due to the sudden chock. But he knew that it would come back, and when it did, it would hit him hard.

"Harry, try to say something." Dumbledore asked.

But Harry slowly shook his head, looking terrified. He did not want to open his mouth. He feared what his words would sound like. He hadn't meant to speak parsel. He had never even been able to do it before unless he had faced a real snake or something that reminded him of one.

Harry's body froze. He knew that Voldemort could speak parsel naturally.

Was Harry becoming more like… Him?

"This could be serious, Harry." Dumbledore said. "I need you to say something, just to be sure. Can you do that?"

"If I may have a suggestion…" Snape said. "A simple spell can solve this problem for us in an instant. And if Potter refuses to cooperate, well I can only assume that the boy probably enjoys all the attention…"

"Th… That's not true!" Harry said with a voice trembling with anger.

When Harry recognized his normal, human voice, he let out a sigh of relief. But he wasn't entirely sure if this had been Snape's intention all along...

Dumbledore smiled and got up to his feet, stretching out a hand to help Harry up too. Even more to Harry's relief he noticed that he could stand by himself now.

"How bad does your scar hurt now, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with a slightly worried look.

"Not that much." Harry answered rubbing his scar. "It… It's okay right now. But sir, how come that… How could that happen? I didn't even mean to speak parsel.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't have an answer to that." Dumbledore said apologizing. "I can only guess that your scar is currently, I don't know why, but it seems to be overreacting, or something. I'm afraid that the best theory I have is that your scar is "going nuts", if you want to put it that way. I deeply apologize that this is probably the most pitiful attempt of an explanation that I've ever tried to give you Harry..."

"But sir, do you think it's dangerous?" Harry asked. "Do you think that this can be… Somehow be caused by Voldemort?"

"I'm very sorry Harry. But I don't know that either." Dumbledore answered with a sad look. "I can only promise you that no matter what the cause might be, we will do our best to so something about it. It would be very troublesome if your tongue would get stuck on parsel… But I don't think we have to worry about that. This reminds me of a charm that many wizards and witches used to taunt muggles with in the old days. It made their faces stuck whenever the wind changed. But that was decennials ago. I don't think that I've heard of a case for over 50 years."

"Sir…?" McGonagall said stiffly. "May I remind you…"

"Oh, I'm sorry Minerva." Dumbledore apologized. "We should of course concentrate on the current matter right now."

Dumbledore turned to Snape and McGonagall.

"Severus, before our conversation was interrupted you had some ideas of different kinds of potions that might help?"

"Yes, sir." Snape answered. "But the dilemma here is that it seems like there is a possibility that they won't work properly. Just like the charm I used before... But luckily, there are in fact several potions that can be used to relieve different kinds of pain or discomfort. And I believe that all of them are available here".

Snape took the book on his desk that he had looked trough before.

"But there are no guarantees that they will work?" McGonagall asked with a serious look and folded her arms.

"No." Snape answered simply, flipping through some pages.

"So are we just gonna treat the boy as a guinea pig and try every potion in your office hoping that one might help?" McGonagall asked coldly.

"Hardly." Snape answered with a slightly irritated look at McGonagall before he returned to his book. "If there is one magic potion that will work, then it is this one."

Snape left the book open on the desk for the others to look and went to look for something in one of the shelves.

"Created by a French witch named Osane Claudius Douleur in 1458. It was invented to relieve the pain for wizards and witches that suffered from incurable curses…"

"But will it work on me?" Harry asked.

"Well, Potter." Snape answered without looking up. "Even if your scar happens to be ever so rare, I'm sorry to tell you that it doesn't mean that it's resistant to everything."

"I never said it was." Harry said angrily.

Snape completely ignored him and simply kept looking through the shelves after the wanted potion. Dumbledore watched Harry with a concerned look.

"How are you feeling Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm fine." Harry said, and tried to ignore a stinging sensation that had started to bother his forehead.

Harry tried to concentrate on other things. He needed to occupy his mind with something else. How many bottles there were in the office, the weird patterns of stars and planets on Dumbledore's night robe. The amount of jars with more or less creepy contents… If he could concentrate on other things, then maybe…

The pain suddenly hit him as a truck and Harry let out sharp inhale which made everyone in the room to look directly at him.

"Potter, what is it?" McGonagall asked.

Harry clenched his teeth again but forced himself to answer.

"I think…" Harry breathed as he pressed his right hand to the scar. – I... I think it's coming back..."

Harry leaned himself towards the wall as he didn't want to risk dropping to the stone floor again. Snape had stopped his search and was currently holding a small thin bottle with a purplish content.

"Severus, hurry up!" McGonagall ordered.

"This potion is only half done." Snape replied bitterly. "I need runespoor blood to make this work properly."

"And why on earth is it only half done?" McGonagall asked utterly frustrated.

"Because runespoor blood is quite rare, and the potion loses its effect after only two days." Snape explained as he hurried to the large cupboard and started to look through the ingredients. "Therefore it's better to add it right before you are going to use the potion."

"How long does it take to mix it together?" McGonagall asked, not without looking quite worried at Harry.

Snape didn't answer. He had found the runespoor blood and was concentrating on adding the right amount of it to the potion. He then waved the bottle in circles and the once purplish liquid slowly turned dark blue.

When Snape seemed satisfied with the color, he put the ingredient back in the cupboard and went back to the others.

"I need you to tilt your head backwards, Potter." Snape demanded and opened the bottle.

"I don't think so…" Harry mumbled while trying his best to talk despite the intensively growing pain.

"You don't have a choice, Potter." Snape said strictly. "Unlike most potions, this particular one is not meant to be drinked. It must be applied directly on the source of the pain. So whether you like it or not, it's either this, or we will probably be forced to port you directly to St Mungo's Hospital."

Harry couldn't help but get a cold feeling in his stomach at the thought of being transported to the wizards' hospital St Mungos. He had never been there, and he had no plans to visit the place as a patient.

Eventually he did as he was told. He sat down on a simple chair beside the desk and lowered his head backwards. But he didn't like the feeling that Dumbledore and McGonagall held him firmly in place. Like if they expected Harry to run away.

Snape was holding the bottle about 15 centimeters above Harry's scar and then let one drop fall.

The same second it hit Harry, he flinched immediately at the terrible heat that was burning right through his skin. He tried to jerk away, but couldn't move.

Second drop.

Harry shook his head and tried to get away from the painful liquid. Didn't want it to touch his scar again...

Third drop.

Harry made a sharp inhale. He tensed up his whole body in a desperate attempt to protect himself. Glowing iron would probably feel enjoyable compared to this.

Fourth drop.

He clenched his teeth as hard he could and shut his eyes. Trying to force the burning pain away with his mind.

Harry tried to prepare himself for the next tormenting drop, but it didn't come. Instead, Harry felt how the burning sensation started to fade away. And as it slowly disappeared, he could also notice that the excruciating pain in his scar went the same way.

The process was slow, and Harry could feel that the earlier pain was being replaced by an unbelievable exhaustion. Eventually, Harry could barely keep his eyes open. He tried to stand up, but the fatigue overtook him and he fell right into Dumbledore's arms. Too tired to try and stand again, Harry simply remained there. Completely worn out, like if he had run 50 miles and not slept in a week.

"Is there anything we can give him for the fatigue…?" McGonagall said, but Dumbledore interrupted.

"I think it would be more merciful if we let Harry sleep for now." Dumbledore said. "Considering everything he has been through this evening, it would feel rather cruel to deny him it. Especially since we also in a way have contributed to it…"

Harry felt how Dumbledore lifted him with a surprising strength. He was just barely conscious now, but could still hear them.

Dumbledore: "McGonagall and I will take Harry to the hospital wing. (Cheerfully) Thank you very much for your help tonight, Severus. I'm very impressed with all your efforts."

Snape: (mutters something incoherent)

Harry couldn't hear Dumbledore's reply as he was falling deeper and deeper into a nothingness that he right now didn't want to wake up from.

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There! All done. And now I really don't have a clue how to go on. So, I think this is pretty much the last chapter. (Unless I wake up one night with the ultimate conclusion, but that probably ain't gonna happen...^^)
I'm truly sorry if this is a super-crappy ending... And if it doesn't explain anything... But the best answer I got so far for Harry's scar acting this strange is that it was a temporarily... well, you could call it "glitching". Nothing that really caused it. It just happened.
Unless I come to think of something good, and then I could add a third chapter.
Till then, I think I must attend to my other stories for now. If anyone has ANY kind of suggestions on how to make this better, or even ideas of a third chapter, you're more than welcome to tell me. ;)
Thank you guys. You rock! d(^^)b