The End of Year Five
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am still only borrowing JK Rowling's fabulous characters; I shall give them back after I've poked them around a bit, promise.
Authors Note: Here is a story that I think I can leave it where I have ended though I do have a few possible ideas for some more chapters. I shall see what all you wonderful people think about it. The title of my story can be slightly misleading, I suppose, but I had a truly awful time trying to think of something else. I don't think it's the worst thing I've ever written, hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review if you like the story or not.
The End of Year Five
By Eve
Chapter One
Potions Class
Harry wondered from the Gryffindor common room slowly down to the dungeons he didn't really understand why he had decided to go to his potions lesson this morning.
He had woken up not long ago to find the fifth year boys' dormitory empty. He assumed Ron had decided to let Harry rest after the nightmare plagued night. Every time Harry closed his eyes Sirius would be falling through the veil.
As Harry strolled down to his potions lesson he thought of perhaps taking Madame Pomfrey's or Professor McGonagall's advice. But he couldn't just lie around and do nothing, Harry wanted a distraction from his nightmares and going to his lessons seemed to be the right thing to do, 'Hermione would be proud,' Harry thought.
Finding himself stood in front of the potions classroom door, 'Hey, maybe Snape will just drop dead in front of the class,' Harry thought morbidly and rather hopefully as he pushed open the heavy door.
*
Severus Snape was standing in front of his fifth year class of dunderheads. He hadn't questioned the absence of one emerald eyed boy and wasn't go to as he had been told by Albus the brat may not be attending classes.
As he was about to address the class the large dungeon door opened with a creak. Potter.
*
Once Harry walked into the silent potions lab the door creaked and suddenly all eyes were on him, 'maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'
"You're late," Snape stated abruptly as Harry began to walk to his seat.
'Technically, no, I am not late as I don't have to be here,' Harry thought, he looked towards Snape briefly as he made his way to his seat, Snape seemed to be expecting an answer and so unconcernedly Harry said, "Apparently," even with his head lowered Snape heard.
*
Not one to be shown up in class, especially by a Potter, Severus snapped, "Five points from Gryffindor." Maybe it was out of habit or the hours wasted whilst trying to teach Potter Occlumency Severus continued to provoke Potter. "I fear the House Cup will be lost this year, Mr Potter."
*
Harry sat down on a stool next to Hermione, bending into his bag for his books, quill and ink, not acknowledging Snape or the looks he was receiving from the class along with the concerned looks from Ron, who was sat on the opposite side of the square table, and Hermione.
*
Severus decided to ignore Potters ignorance for the moment and spoke to the whole class, "Books open, page 172, read the chapter," moans ensued from several students, "And a word, Mr Potter." He was going to deal with Harry himself as the boy had obviously not listened to the advice of those who actually showed cared for him.
*
Looking up at Snape, Harry completely forgot there was a class full of people in the room and frowned at him as if Snape had asked an absurd question, "…Erm… 'It'...sir."
As soon as it had slipped out his mouth Harry regretted it, there was now a look of pure hatred upon Snape's features. Ron snorted with laughter into his hands and Hermione's mouth opened in surprise. The rest of the class whispered amongst themselves and looked towards Harry.
Feigning confusion Harry looked back at Snape, "That's 'a word,' right?"
Harry had no idea what was bringing on this sudden irrationality with Snape in the middle of a crowded classroom, he wasn't thinking clearly at all, it's not like he had a death wish. 'That's a nice thought, being strangled to death by Snape as the entire class gapes in amusement and surprise,' thought Harry as Snape, who was stood directly to the side of Harry at the square table, began to bend down to Harry's ear.
*
Severus had had enough and so he bent slowly down and whispered into Potters ear, hissing, "You may have only come to your classes today for sympathy but I assure you it will not be given by me nor any pupil in this class," seeing Potter trying to control his reaction Severus was satisfied and he straightened up and cocked his eyebrow in his own strange way.
*
Breathing hard Harry was trying with all his might not to stand straight up from his stool and storm out, he was going to cry, not because of Snape but from the emotional turmoil he had felt ever since his Godfather had fallen through the veil, or even worse he'd hex his potions professor. 'Now that's a good idea,' the thought cheered Harry up.
"Get your things and sit at the back of the class," snapped Snape and Harry did as he was told, receiving more looks of concern from Ron and Hermione who were anxious to know what Snape had whispered to their best friend.
Harry walked rather casually to the empty back table at the back of the class as if he were sauntering into the Great Hall for lunch.
Once seated Harry opened up his text book, very aware of the pairs of eyes boring into him, and stared blankly at the chapter title. 'What am I doing?" Harry thought to himself.
Harry's thoughts were soon interrupted. "Oi," it was Malfoy, who was on a table in front of Harry's and to his right so Harry could see his back as Malfoy twisted round, "Oi, Potter."
Breathing deeply Harry sighed and looked up from his text book to Malfoy.
"How's that dog of yours?" Malfoy sneered, several of the Slytherin's surrounding him jeered and laughed.
*
Hermione was looking back at Harry seeing Malfoy and the Slytherin's taunting him, 'Ignore them, Harry, just ignore them,' she thought looking into Harry's dull emerald eyes.
*
Catching Hermione's look Harry looked back down to his text book and breathed deeply again.
"Potter…Potter," Malfoy was leaning towards Harry's desk, whispering in his drooling voice, "I'd be careful if I were you," this caught Harry's attention, he looked up frowning and Malfoy responded, "It could be Mudblood or Weasel next couldn't it?" Seeing the look of pure loathing on Harry's face Malfoy added, "Especially if I've got something to do with it."
SLAM.
Harry had stood up and his stool had falling back hurling into the wall behind as he stood up and stormed out the classroom with his empty bag.
To Be Continued?
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