Harry was feeling serious off, his head felt like someone was taking ice picks to his brains and his stomach was like acid.

Great... some weird flu, now if only he wasn't seeing doubles.

"Heyy... riiing.. can ya' know... take me to a hospital?" Harry slurred unable to focus much, unable to understand why his lack of focus had not bounced him from what seemed from endless woods. Hey they were high concentration of magic, but he was very very lost and his body begged for safe water.

He was not drinking mud, parasites and other intestinal health issues after all.

At least, the many many trees ere keeping him shaded with there leaves.

Breathing hard he leaned against the side of a tree, pulling away as sticky sap was discovered.

"Can... this day get worse?" he slurred looking at a much too bright sky.

Huh... was that trees moving.

Oh wait, that was him.

Harry collapsed, darkness claiming him before he even hit the ground.

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He would not truly wake for a very long time. Fleeting memories of shivering and throwing up in his rare waking moments, the smell of rot and the feeling of his body hot almost burning.

Magic drained from his body in alarming amounts, trying to keep him alive.. heal him.

It wasn't enough.

He grasped and pulled, not wanting to die.

He fell into a deeper darkness, as the first shreds of this worlds magic entered his body.

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He woke with a gasp, his mind foggy and body feeling shaky. Harry wasn't sick anymore, but eh was extremely weakened.

Groaning he clawed his way to a sitting position, snow falling off him.

He froze.

Snow?

It had been spring when he fell extremely ill.

You could excuse him for screaming when he looked at his hands, and realized they were bare bones.