Waking Up
Chapter 1
Learning Secrets
Harry sat in Potion's class; his head resting on his large book entitled Perfect Potions. Snape was giving them a speech on discipline and they new way bad actions would he handled. Harry closed his eyes, trying to block out Snape's voice.
"Potter!" Snape roared as he saw Harry close his eyes. Harry snapped awake and looked up to his Potion's master. Snape walked over to Harry and stood over him, rubbing his fingers together tightly. Harry ignored the stare Snape was bring upon him and stared down at the floor. Snape glared at him until he said, "Stay after class Potter," Then he walked back to his desk and started talking again.
Thirty minutes later the class was dismissed. Harry stayed in his seat while his fellow classmates left. Ron passed him and whispered, "I will wait for you outside." Then he walked out with Hermione. Harry looked up to his Potion's teacher as he closed the door and faced Harry.
"Do you have any reason at all to sleep during my class?" he asked, glaring at Harry. Harry only stood up and ignored him. Snape anger filled him as he slammed his fist onto the table.
Harry didn't make any actions when Snape did this and continued to get his things together. Harry swung his book bag over his shoulder and tried to walk away but Snape grabbed his arm.
Harry hissed in pain as he struggled out of Snape's grasp and cradled his arm that Snape grabbed.
"What?" Snape said, slightly surprised. Harry tried to walk out of the room but Snape grasped his hand. Harry tried to squirm away but Snape pulled him closer. He pulled up Harry's sleeve and stared at millions of bruising that were forming.
"Where did you get these from?" Harry's Potion's teacher asked, looking wide-eyed at Harry. He continued to stare at Harry's arm and saw the cuts that had dried blood covering them up. Harry gave no response except for a shiver that went down his spine.
Harry finally got out of his grasp and strode towards the door and tried to open it. He found out that it was locked so he quickly took out his wand and undid the spell that had been placed upon it. He opened it with a flick of the wind and then heard his teacher speak.
"It was Voldemort, wasn't it?" Snape asked, a tone of concern echoing in his voice. Harry turned around and looked into Snape's black eyes. There was a moment of silence and then silence was ended when Harry spoke.
"I can't tell you. It would only put you in danger too," he said, lowering his sleeve that Snape had rolled up. He turned and walked out and Snape was left in shock.
*****
Harry walked outside and saw Ron waiting for him. He had a look of concern on his face but it was quickly swept away.
"Harry, do you feel okay?" Ron asked slowly, a look of awe upon his face. Harry shook his head, walking towards his next class. Ron followed him, his pace quickening.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing, I will tell Professer Sprout that you weren't feeling good," Ron said. Harry slowed, looking back to his friend. He saw a figure run past them but he paid no mind. After a moment of silence Harry nodded and then headed for the stairs.
When Harry got to the Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey greeted him. He nodded slightly to her and told her that he was having a slight headache. She nodded towards an empty bed for him to go rest on. Harry walked towards it and sat on it. Before he could hear what Madam Pomfrey said he drifted off to sleep.
*****
Harry was running through an unknown village as his feet guided him. He was speeding towards a large house close to a graveyard. He looked up to the large building and swallowed as he remembered it in his nightmares.
The Riddle's mansion.
He was forced inside by a push made by a hooded figure, which was behind him. He fell headfirst into a floor of cement. Standing up, he found out that he was pushed into a small cage that was in the corner of the room. He only looked up when he heard the laughter of him enemy. The one enemy that brought him here and that was the only one that could scare him.
Lord Voldemort.
He walked into Harry's view and his red eyes that were searching him. He beckoned for the hooded figure to leave. When the two were alone he walked forward.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, it is so good to see you well. Or is it?" Voldemort's face grew into a large grin as he stepped even closer, "I could take you out if you promised not to run away…"
"And why should I stay here?" Harry snapped. Voldemort drew closer and reached out a hand and put it on a bar on the cage.
"Why shouldn't you be here? Lord Voldemort knows what is best for his guests, doesn't he?" He slipped his thin arm into the cage and gently touched Harry's face. Harry shuttered but Voldemort paid no attention and took his arm from out of the cage.
"You see, I heard from young Malfoy that you told Snape something of great importance. Was this 'great importance' our little meetings?" Voldemort drew his breath deeply through his mouth. Harry stayed still, not daring to make a sound.
"Is it?" Voldemort took out his wand and flicked it once. The cage surrounding Harry disappeared and Voldemort walked forward and grabbed Harry.
Harry mumbled something that Voldemort could only barely make out. Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger as he flung Harry aside. He fell in a heap, shaking madly.
"He saw your cuts? You let him see them? Well, there is no doubt that he is going to tell Albus. But no matter…" Voldemort walked towards Harry's slumped body and picked him up in his arms.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked in a dead whisper that brought enlightenment to Voldemort.
"Well, I think that I will just come and get you at Hogwarts…that would be best. Then I can do real pain, not just this dream crap. I will make that scar on your face burn with agony. That is real pain," he said, walking out the door with Harry still in his arms.
He walked into the graveyard next to the house and started to look for a certain gravestone. When he found the one entitled Tom Riddle's grave he set Harry down. Voldemort flicked up his wand again and Harry disappeared in a swirl of wind.
*****
Harry woke up, gasping for air. Madam Pomfrey came rushing over, a large potion's bottle in her hands. She quickly slid the potion in the bottle down his throat. It made a burning sensation that made Harry cough.
"Harry, you need to drink all of that! Hurry!" Madam Pomfrey yelled, looking at the bottle to make sure that there was none left in the bottle. She threw the bottle onto a bed near by and turned back to Harry.
"Why?" Harry asked as he finished the rest of the potion. She took out her wand and waved it once and Harry felt an odd sort of sensation go through his whole body.
"Well, while you were sleeping your Potion's teacher came running in here saying to check up on you and that someone was abusing you," she started. Harry turned his head to see Professer Snape sitting in a chair with blood all over his hands. He had a worried look in his eyes that were glancing at Harry.
"Then I checked up on you and your mind was running way too fast. I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't, there was some kind of force not letting anything expose to you. Severus here tried to touch you and shake you awake but it only cut his hands. The next thing that happened was worse than the first. Someone put a transporting spell on you. That was the antidote that I just gave you," Madam Pomfrey stopped and glanced to the door.
"And what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to think that Voldemort really did come back to power and is trying to get this boy? You all must be insane!" the voice came from the door to the Hospital Wing. The owner of the voice stepped forward and Harry was looking up to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Chapter 1
Learning Secrets
Harry sat in Potion's class; his head resting on his large book entitled Perfect Potions. Snape was giving them a speech on discipline and they new way bad actions would he handled. Harry closed his eyes, trying to block out Snape's voice.
"Potter!" Snape roared as he saw Harry close his eyes. Harry snapped awake and looked up to his Potion's master. Snape walked over to Harry and stood over him, rubbing his fingers together tightly. Harry ignored the stare Snape was bring upon him and stared down at the floor. Snape glared at him until he said, "Stay after class Potter," Then he walked back to his desk and started talking again.
Thirty minutes later the class was dismissed. Harry stayed in his seat while his fellow classmates left. Ron passed him and whispered, "I will wait for you outside." Then he walked out with Hermione. Harry looked up to his Potion's teacher as he closed the door and faced Harry.
"Do you have any reason at all to sleep during my class?" he asked, glaring at Harry. Harry only stood up and ignored him. Snape anger filled him as he slammed his fist onto the table.
Harry didn't make any actions when Snape did this and continued to get his things together. Harry swung his book bag over his shoulder and tried to walk away but Snape grabbed his arm.
Harry hissed in pain as he struggled out of Snape's grasp and cradled his arm that Snape grabbed.
"What?" Snape said, slightly surprised. Harry tried to walk out of the room but Snape grasped his hand. Harry tried to squirm away but Snape pulled him closer. He pulled up Harry's sleeve and stared at millions of bruising that were forming.
"Where did you get these from?" Harry's Potion's teacher asked, looking wide-eyed at Harry. He continued to stare at Harry's arm and saw the cuts that had dried blood covering them up. Harry gave no response except for a shiver that went down his spine.
Harry finally got out of his grasp and strode towards the door and tried to open it. He found out that it was locked so he quickly took out his wand and undid the spell that had been placed upon it. He opened it with a flick of the wind and then heard his teacher speak.
"It was Voldemort, wasn't it?" Snape asked, a tone of concern echoing in his voice. Harry turned around and looked into Snape's black eyes. There was a moment of silence and then silence was ended when Harry spoke.
"I can't tell you. It would only put you in danger too," he said, lowering his sleeve that Snape had rolled up. He turned and walked out and Snape was left in shock.
*****
Harry walked outside and saw Ron waiting for him. He had a look of concern on his face but it was quickly swept away.
"Harry, do you feel okay?" Ron asked slowly, a look of awe upon his face. Harry shook his head, walking towards his next class. Ron followed him, his pace quickening.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing, I will tell Professer Sprout that you weren't feeling good," Ron said. Harry slowed, looking back to his friend. He saw a figure run past them but he paid no mind. After a moment of silence Harry nodded and then headed for the stairs.
When Harry got to the Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey greeted him. He nodded slightly to her and told her that he was having a slight headache. She nodded towards an empty bed for him to go rest on. Harry walked towards it and sat on it. Before he could hear what Madam Pomfrey said he drifted off to sleep.
*****
Harry was running through an unknown village as his feet guided him. He was speeding towards a large house close to a graveyard. He looked up to the large building and swallowed as he remembered it in his nightmares.
The Riddle's mansion.
He was forced inside by a push made by a hooded figure, which was behind him. He fell headfirst into a floor of cement. Standing up, he found out that he was pushed into a small cage that was in the corner of the room. He only looked up when he heard the laughter of him enemy. The one enemy that brought him here and that was the only one that could scare him.
Lord Voldemort.
He walked into Harry's view and his red eyes that were searching him. He beckoned for the hooded figure to leave. When the two were alone he walked forward.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, it is so good to see you well. Or is it?" Voldemort's face grew into a large grin as he stepped even closer, "I could take you out if you promised not to run away…"
"And why should I stay here?" Harry snapped. Voldemort drew closer and reached out a hand and put it on a bar on the cage.
"Why shouldn't you be here? Lord Voldemort knows what is best for his guests, doesn't he?" He slipped his thin arm into the cage and gently touched Harry's face. Harry shuttered but Voldemort paid no attention and took his arm from out of the cage.
"You see, I heard from young Malfoy that you told Snape something of great importance. Was this 'great importance' our little meetings?" Voldemort drew his breath deeply through his mouth. Harry stayed still, not daring to make a sound.
"Is it?" Voldemort took out his wand and flicked it once. The cage surrounding Harry disappeared and Voldemort walked forward and grabbed Harry.
Harry mumbled something that Voldemort could only barely make out. Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger as he flung Harry aside. He fell in a heap, shaking madly.
"He saw your cuts? You let him see them? Well, there is no doubt that he is going to tell Albus. But no matter…" Voldemort walked towards Harry's slumped body and picked him up in his arms.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked in a dead whisper that brought enlightenment to Voldemort.
"Well, I think that I will just come and get you at Hogwarts…that would be best. Then I can do real pain, not just this dream crap. I will make that scar on your face burn with agony. That is real pain," he said, walking out the door with Harry still in his arms.
He walked into the graveyard next to the house and started to look for a certain gravestone. When he found the one entitled Tom Riddle's grave he set Harry down. Voldemort flicked up his wand again and Harry disappeared in a swirl of wind.
*****
Harry woke up, gasping for air. Madam Pomfrey came rushing over, a large potion's bottle in her hands. She quickly slid the potion in the bottle down his throat. It made a burning sensation that made Harry cough.
"Harry, you need to drink all of that! Hurry!" Madam Pomfrey yelled, looking at the bottle to make sure that there was none left in the bottle. She threw the bottle onto a bed near by and turned back to Harry.
"Why?" Harry asked as he finished the rest of the potion. She took out her wand and waved it once and Harry felt an odd sort of sensation go through his whole body.
"Well, while you were sleeping your Potion's teacher came running in here saying to check up on you and that someone was abusing you," she started. Harry turned his head to see Professer Snape sitting in a chair with blood all over his hands. He had a worried look in his eyes that were glancing at Harry.
"Then I checked up on you and your mind was running way too fast. I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't, there was some kind of force not letting anything expose to you. Severus here tried to touch you and shake you awake but it only cut his hands. The next thing that happened was worse than the first. Someone put a transporting spell on you. That was the antidote that I just gave you," Madam Pomfrey stopped and glanced to the door.
"And what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to think that Voldemort really did come back to power and is trying to get this boy? You all must be insane!" the voice came from the door to the Hospital Wing. The owner of the voice stepped forward and Harry was looking up to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.