A/N: Not a reading chapter- still pretty intense though! Hope you like! Thanks for reviewing!
(Harry's point of view as he passed out during 'Quidditch')
The Great Hall before Harry dissolved in a mist of color. In the back of his mind, he thought he knew what was happening and he tried to tell Ron and Hermione, but he couldn't move; he couldn't speak. The pain that held him in its grasp was sickening.
The very thing Snape had been warning him about in occlumency lessons was happening; he had told Harry that he had to close his mind, but while reading the books, it only opened it further.
Voldemort had discovered the connection between them, and it was when Harry was at his most vulnerable. He was tired and emotionally stressed, and unable to fight back. How much Voldemort knew about the connection, Harry was not yet sure.
Close your mind, Harry… close it! He told himself, clear it of all thought!
But closing it was impossible. He was in too much pain, he was so emotionally torn from the past day's events that he couldn't stand it.
He screamed as the pain overcame all conscious thought.
(Back with Ron and Hermione as they rush to the Hospital Wing)
Ron and Hermione, being the youngest and most fit, reached the Hospital Wing first. They barbed through the doors just as Harry let out a horrible pain filled scream.
Sirius was pacing back and forth very quickly, his hands grasping his hair as if he was trying to pull it out of his scalp. He was very pale, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. "What is wrong with him?" he bellowed.
Hermione and Ron's eyes found Harry, and they almost screamed themselves. He was tangled up in the sheets of one of the Hospital Wing beds, and his thrashing made it near impossible for Madam Pomfrey to untangle him. Beads of sweat were clearly visible on his forehead.
"I- I don't know!" she cried. "Where is the Headmaster?!"
At that moment Dumbledore, followed closely by Snape, rushed into the room. Right behind them were the Weasleys and Remus Lupin.
"Severus…" Dumbledore muttered as he examined Harry. "You know what this is and what must be done?" Snape nodded, though he was very pale.
Remus, realizing what he was going to do, stepped forward. "No." he said. "Harry doesn't trust you, Severus. He will push you away; plus we cannot risk Voldemort, if that is indeed who is behind this, to recognize your consciousness." He paused as if making a huge decision. "I'll do it."
"What?" snapped Sirius, looking worried.
"I'll do it." Lupin said loudly, this time with more resolve.
"What's going on?" asked Hermione weakly.
"You know the risks, Remus?" asked Dumbledore quietly.
"Risks? What risks?" asked Sirius frantically. "What is happening, Dumbledore!?"
Severus was staring at Lupin, sizing him up. "When you join his mind, you will feel the pain he feels. Do you think you can handle that?"
Remus nodded. "For James' and Lily's son, I will."
Hermione gasped in realization as she watched Remus walk up to Harry.
"What?" asked Ron and Sirius at the same time, completely oblivious as to what was going on.
"V-v-voldemort!" squeaked Hermione. "He's using their connection to cause Harry this pain! Harry needs help to break the connection, because he's been under so much stress and his mind is weak at the moment."
Ron looked like he was going to be sick.
"Lupin is going to join minds with Harry, to drive Voldemort out, but he will feel everything Harry does."
The Weasleys all looked positively faint. Ginny had a sudden urge to throw up.
Lupin placed a hand on Harry's forehead and closed his eyes. Hermione whimpered with worry, and Sirius gritted his teeth.
Jumping back as if he had received an electric shock, Lupin cried out.
Sirius rushed forward and helped steady his friend. "Are you all right? What was that? What happened? Is Harry-
Lupin shivered. When he replied, his voice was shaking slightly. "That… was unlike anything I have ever felt."
Sirius paled past the point of the living. "What do you mean?"
Lupin turned to Dumbledore; "How can he stand it?"
The Headmaster was looking very grave. "I'm afraid, if it's as bad as you say; he won't be able to withstand it much longer."
Lupin walked back to Harry's side. If this boy could stand it… if this fifteen year old boy could handle it, then so could he. He had to save James' son. He placed his hand back on Harry's forehead, and tried again.
As their minds connected, Lupin yelled, but he did not retreat this time. It was a maddening world of confusion and pain. He could barely make a coherent thought. Harry?
He felt recognition in the boy's mind, but Harry was unable to reply. A particularly nasty jolt of pain flashed through him, and Lupin had to retreat.
He came back to the Hospital Wing with a gasp and watering eyes. Everyone was staring at him. He reached out to Harry to try again, but Severus restrained him. "It is too much." he said.
Lupin slumped into a nearby chair, miserable from his failure.
But it wasn't all a failure. When Lupin had connected with Harry, even for that briefest of brief moments, Harry recognized who it was. This quick moment of contact was exactly what he had needed. Through all the pain and confusion Harry was reminded of who he was. He had his identity back, but he knew it wouldn't last long.
With all his remaining strength, Harry pushed against the pain pressing in on him. He drove it back by sheer willpower, and the effort and energy required nearly defeat him.
Lupin had his head in his hands, filled with shame. Sirius was about to snap, the stress was taking him over. Hermione and Ginny were in each other's arms sobbing. Ron was just standing there, dumbstruck. The rest of the Weasleys couldn't form a real thought in their heads.
Snape looked at the boy and knew what he had to do. Lupin was right, Voldemort would recognize his consciousness, but if he didn't do this, Lily's son would die. As Severus walked up to Harry and outstretched his hand, something miraculous happened.
A bloody miracle.
Harry's breathing steadied, and his rigid body relaxed. A soft moan escaped his lips.
Snape's eyes widened and he stepped back in pure shock. "Impossible…" he breathed. He looked at Dumbledore, eyes wide, "He drove him out."
All the women let out sobs, and the men just slumped to the floor, their legs seemingly unable to support them.
Sirius crawled to Harry's bedside and grasped his godson's hand, cold and clammy as it was.
"H-h-how… how d-d-did h-he do… do it?" asked Hermione through her cries.
Dumbledore shook his head and a tear escaped him. "It is beyond me." he said.
They all just waited there for a long time. Too stressed and relieved to even move. They all just waited. Waited for Harry to wake.
McGonagall showed up later, and informed them that they had read another chapter called 'The Mirror of Erised', but that Umbridge refused to read any more without Potter present. She explained what happened in the chapter, and they explained to her what had happened at the Hospital Wing.
"He drove him out?" asked McGonagall with a hand clutching at her heart. "I swear, that boy will be the death of me."
Sirius hadn't moved from his spot on the floor next to Harry's bed, still clutching his hand. He was thinking about the chapter McGonagall had told them about… how Harry had seen his family in the mirror… and what the mirror was. 'I show not your face but your heart's desire'. He was thinking of how much the poor boy had had to go through in his life…
Your hearts desire… and he broke down into tears.