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A/N: Hello all! The triumphant hero has returned from the sea of homework, projects, working, and all the other goodies that university has in store! So, I am on winter break and decided it was time to do some updating and such, but before I do that, I've got a new little drabble to post, so here it is! Chapter One of Magilus!

Harry was tired. For some reason, he could not sleep more than four hours in the night without waking up sweating, feeling like he'd just run a marathon. Of course he couldn't remember what the dream may have been, and the worst part was that he couldn't fall back asleep. He just laid in his bed until he couldn't stand it anymore and started his normal routine. This had been happening every night since a week past and he was starting to feel exhausted. He'd almost fallen asleep in McGonagall's class twice, luckily he'd awoken before he could hit his head on the table. Now, however, with almost the second week winding down of his hell on earth, Harry could barely manage to keep upright.

He sat down beside Ron heavily in his chair, not even knowing what class he was in. Ron frowned. "Alright, mate? You look like death warmed over."

Harry would have snorted if he hadn't been so exhausted. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror this morning and could understand. He had black shadows under his eyes that made him look as if he hadn't slept in weeks, which was true he thought vaguely, not able to summon up the energy to chuckle to himself, and his unruly black hair only managed to accent his shadowed eyes. His usually bright green eyes had a glassy, dull look to them that made it even worse. Instead, Harry just weakly waved a hand in Ron's direction and leaned his head on his hand.

Ron turned to Hermione and leaned to her ear. "He's like the dead."

Hermione frowned. "We'll talk to him after Potions."

Ron turned to his friend and frowned. "I don't think he'll make it through Potions."

Just then, Professor Snape swept into the room, the door slamming shut violently behind him, signaling his volatile temper to his students. Unconsciously, the entire class sat up straighter, even the Slytherins. Harry sat up a little, but the movement seemed to take an inordinate amount of his energy, though he managed to keep his head out of his hand. "Today we will studying the theory on the Draught of Living Death. Due to it's volatility, more in depth study will be necessary."

The sound of bags opening and quills and parchment on desk, grated on the Potions Master's nerves, but he held back his scorn. He turned to the chalk board and flicked his wand, making the chalk come to life. He talked for a few minutes and turned to the class. His eyes widened as he watched Harry Potter's body fall to the stone floor, a sickening crack following. Instantly Granger was out of her seat and on the floor, not touching the boy, but frantically calling his name. "Harry! Harry, wake up!"

The boy didn't move and Severus noted with growing alarm the sharp smell of blood and noticed the Golden Boy's blood spreading on the stones. "Don't move him." Severus was at the boy's side in an instant and frowned. He scanned his wand, but the boy was breathing normally. "Every one out, now! Granger, Weasley, stay."

There was a scramble, but it was quickly ended as all the other student's left the room. Weasley was gathering up the trio's books. "Have either of you noticed anything off in Potter's normal behavior?" Severus was carefully lifting the boy's head up and onto his lap, looking for the source of the blood.

Hermione frowned. "For the last two weeks he's been exhausted almost constantly. He looks like he's been up for a week without sleep."

Ron nodded and spoke as he was putting their things away. "Yeah, he's always up and ready to go when I get up. Like, he's showered, dressed, and everything before even Neville wakes up and he wakes up early. He goes to sleep pretty early and seems to sleep, but he looks like the dead. Those dark circles under his eyes..." The red head trailed off as he glanced at the seemingly lifeless boy.

Severus pulled the boy's fringe back, frowning as he saw the circles under his eyes. His tapered fingers ran gently under the boy's eyes along the dark shadows before pulling the fringe back from his ears and he frowned as the blood seemed to be coming from the side of his head. What surprised him most were the five earrings in each ear. With a stern voice he spoke. "I do not feel that it is good to move him now. Miss Granger, go get a cauldron and fill it with water. Mr. Weasley, go fetch the Headmaster and inform him of the situation."

Weasley nodded and quickly ran to do the professor's business much to Snape's relief, as well as Granger. Severus looked at the wound and frowned. What would make him fall so heavily to the floor without waking up. Indeed, the boy's breath was like that of typical sleep and his eyes weren't moving under his lids so he was indeed out. "Here you are, Professor." Granger gently set the bowl down and started curling the end of her skirt as she looked at Potter's face.

Severus took a conjured wash cloth and dipped it in the water before running the warm cloth over the wound, taking some of the blood away. He noticed that Granger's eyes had never left Potter's face. "He will be fine Miss Granger."

She jumped and looked startle before nodding and Severus could see her eyes water. "I know he's been worse than this, but it's hard to see it when nothing's attacked him, you know? I feel so powerless." She clenched her hands together and took a few deep breaths, forcibly calming herself. "So, is he asleep, Professor?"

Severus nodded, his hands still busy wiping away the blood. "His breathing is at the normal level associated with deep sleep and his eyes aren't moving under the lids, so it appears that he is indeed asleep." Curiously, Severus let his magic flow forth and look for the boy's aura. As soon as the aura's connected, Snape jumped, his eyes wide.

"Professor? What happened?"

Severus took a few deep breaths, noticing that even Granger must have felt that. The Potions Master looked at the boy and frowned. When his magic had touched the boy's, powerful magic instantly connected and repelled Severus with force, retreating back into the unconscious boy. "I think there is something else that is causing Mr. Potter's problems."

"And what would that be, Severus?" Albus Dumbledore strode in with a panting Weasley shortly behind him. He knelt down next to the boy, blood getting on his purple robes. "How is he?"

Severus continued wiping the blood away from the wound. "Mr. Weasley informed me that Potter may have had some trouble sleeping for roughly two weeks. I would say that this is pure exhaustion on the surface, however, I sought out his aura to make sure it was stable and I was repelled."

Albus raised an eyebrow. "Repelled?" He looked at the unconscious boy. "How powerful?"

Severus sighed and shook his head once in disbelief. "Very. I think we're lucky I cut off the connection before his magic could get really worked up. It went back inside him, but I think it may be part of why he's been having trouble sleeping. I will need to talk to him, but I think we should let him sleep as much as he can now, but I would ward whatever room he'll be in. I do not know how his magic will respond once he awakes."

Albus nodded and frowned. "I think that the Dungeons would be the best place for him. It can absorb more magical impact than the medical wing."

The Potions Master nodded. "Probably the training room next to my quarters. I can connect a passage so I can get to him if necessary."

Granger sniffed loudly and the two professors turned to the two students. Albus smiled and patted Miss Granger on the head. "Do not worry, Miss Granger. Harry is in no immediate danger."

Weasley nodded. "What is wrong, Professor? What is with the 'repelling' thing?"

Albus stood. "Magic is a very tricky thing, Mr. Weasley. Magic is essentially alive and in a very few, it has a life of it's own. Hogwarts takes students at the age of eleven because magic is just starting to truly become active within your bodies and it is prime time to learn how to control it. However, some wizards and witches have different magic that reacts differently than perhaps yours and Miss Granger's. For example, accidental magic is a sign of this. Magic will react without the wizard's conscious will, but will do what the wizard wants it to unconsciously do." Miss Granger nodded. "Professor Snape has very fine control over his magic and is able to actively use his own magic to connect with the magic of others. In most cases Professor Snape can connect with a student's magic and not have any reaction; however, some do react and go slightly unstable, but not enough to repel him. Mr. Potter, however, seems to have enough power to be able to repel a powerful wizard while unconscious."

The wizards and witch looked at Harry Potter, his blood on the stone floor and the shadows under his eyes belying the powerful magic lurking below the surface of his skin. Severus nodded and gripped the boy under his knees and back, lifting them both off the ground. Harry Potter lay bridal style in the most feared professor's arms, his body completely slack and unconscious. "I trust you can deal with Potter's blood?" Albus nodded. "Perhaps a disillusion charm would be appropriate? We don't need any more rumors than will already be started flying around the school."

Albus swished his wand and attempted to cast the spell, but a wall of magic cut him off. Potter's messy black hair was blowing softly but with an unseen breeze. Severus felt the power radiating off the boy and shook his head. "Cut it off…"

The Headmaster flicked his wand to the side, ending the spell. "Well, that presents a problem, doesn't it? Are you alright, Severus?"

The Potions Master was shaking his head slightly, as if trying to clear his head. "His magic is very…overwhelming this close. I don't think we should cast magic at him anymore. Clearly his magic is trying to protect him from a 'threat', so it will do no good to cast anything. We will just have to take the back routes."

Weasley jumped slightly. "We could use Harry's Invisibility Cloak."

The Headmaster smiled. "Good thinking, my boy. Hurry and fetch his Cloak and return here. Keep this absolutely quiet." Weasley nodded and sprinted out the door.

"Miss Granger, would you be so kind as to go inform Professor McGonagall about this event. We will be gone by the time you get to her, I imagine, but I will send you word of where Mr. Potter will be."

Granger nodded and looked at Potter one last time and took a deep breath, gathering courage from her friend's slack face. "Right. I will do that. Take care of Harry."

With her gone, the Potions Master frowned and let out a deep breath. Albus frowned. "Is his magic that strong?"

Severus nodded. "Beyond what I would think capable for a student his age. He does have more power than his classmates, but this ranks as high as mine did a few years ago. It's also very…and this is very disconcerting…seductive."

Albus frowned deeper and looked at the sleeping young man. His black hair had settled and hid his shadowed eyes, his breathing deep. "Disconcerting indeed. For now we let him rest, then we'll figure things out once he awakens."

At that moment the lanky red head entered the classroom, the silvery fabric of the cloak in hand. "Here you go. Harry said there's a spell that will lengthen the cloak." Albus raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Slenthrolas." The cloak lengthened to the floor and the red head threw the cloak around the Potions Professor, leaving his head uncovered for the moment.

Albus turned to the red head and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley. Go ahead and find Miss Granger. I believe she is a little emotional right now. We will let you know where to find Mr. Potter later."

The red head looked at the Potions Master, his blue eyes sharp and judging; a piercing look beyond his years. After a moment, he nodded and left without looking back. Severus raised an eyebrow. "What the hell was that about?"

The Headmaster chuckled. "Mr. Potter seems to inspire fierce loyalty from those he gets close to. Go to the room and I will meet you there with Minerva."

A/N: Just a side note, I do not know a lot about the science of sleep, so I kind did some guessing. Anyway, reviews are welcome!

Love, as always,

Onyx Feloric