Disclaimer: First Harry Potter fanfic I've written in an excruciatingly long time! Hope you enjoy it!
Obviously I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I'd probably be rich...saying that, I bet a lot of children would be banned from reading it... AH WELL!
P.S This is a little bit Yaoi...Well a lot Yaoi- Enjoy!
His head was pounding as the images rushed in, Sirius! No, please, not Sirius! Harry screamed, trying to throw his hands forward but catching on an invisible wall or shield of some kind. The black and white scene began to fade in from the edges, Sirius's worn out and shaking frame disappearing, leaving only a pair of bright red eyes belonging to Voldemort in the dark.
With a thud Harry hit the ground, eyes opening to the bright light in the main hall and pair of eyes staring at him worriedly. He rubbed his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand which he realised was shaking. The main exam officer was standing next to him and he too wore a worried expression.
"Are you okay my boy?" The man said, handing out his arm to which Harry grabbed thankfully.
"Ye-Yeah I think so, I need-I need to get out of here." Harry replied, legs shaking as he walked out of the hall, examiner a few paces behind.
He pushed open the wooden door of the hall and fell onto the steps by the side, his legs finally giving away. Harry's breathing sped up, hitching and gasping, head spinning, the examiner frantically calling his name,
"Mr Potter? Harry? Speak to me Harry! I'm going for help!" him rushing off down the grand staircase.
Harry's head was still spinning, the flashes of grey stone and maroon carpet blurring into one big mass as they spun. The screams from Sirius and manic laughter from Voldemort echoed in his head, and Harry had to resist the urge not to vomit.
"Now now Potter, Dumbledore wouldn't want you throwing up all over his maroon floors, they match his ridiculous outfit today after all." Said a familiar sarcastic voice from behind.
Oh no.
"Stand up Potter, we need to get you to the infirmary." Snape said firmly, Harry could feel his presence behind him, but the spinning room kept him firmly seated, the palm of Harrys hands pressed into his eyes to try and keep the images in.
"I can't, I can't, I have to help him, I have to get out of here, I NEED to get out of here." Harry replied, stumbling to try and get up, falling into the solid frame of his greasy haired potions master.
"What in Salazar's name are you doing Potter?" Snape replied, grabbing onto Harry's forearms to stop him from falling backwards onto the concreate.
"He's got him! He's got him! I need to help! My fault, all my fault!" Harry's weak attempts at struggling bore no fruit, him still firmly held by the ex death eater.
"Look at me Potter." The calm tone of Snape made Harry look into the dark potions professors eyes, as soon as green met brown a tickling sensation invaded Harry's mind, seeking out the most recent memories.
Sirius. That room. Voldemort. The screams and shadows and echoes and the pain.
As soon as it came it went again, back into the forefront of Harry's mind, and the pain hit him again once more. All he saw before he blacked out was two brown eyes, staring at his, full of concern.
