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Dumbledore dranklike a child dying of thirst, but when he had finished, he yelled again as though is insides were on fire, "No more, please, no more…" Harry scooped up a tenth gobletful of Potion and felt the crystal scrape the bottom of the basin, "We're nearly there, Professor, drink this, drink it…" He supported Dumbledore's shoulders and again, Dumbledore drained the glass; Harry was on his feet once more, refilling the goblet as Dumbledore began to scream in more anguish than ever, "I want to die! I want to die! Make it stop, make it stop, I want to die!"
"Drink this, Professor, drink this…"
Dumbledore drank, and no sooner had he finished than he yelled, "KILL ME!"
"This-this one will!" gasped Harry. "Just drink this… it'll be over… all over!"
Dumbledore gulped at the goblet, drained every last drop and then, with a great, rattling gasp, rolled over onto his face.
Harry chucks the goblet away, before grabbing the locket, kneeling down beside his Headmaster, and turning him over onto his back. Harry draws his wand and waves it in intricate patterns, before turning it onto Dumbledore and chanting, "Expello!" He jumps out of the way as Dumbledore leans over and vomits, the poison coming out as a black, chunky mess. Harry grimaces before banishing it, helping his Headmaster up into a sitting position with his back to the young Gryffindor's chest, "You feel a little better now sir…?" He asks quietly, rubbing said older male's back gently whilst conjuring up another goblet with water in it.
He passes it to the man and helps him drink it slowly, before banishing it and helping him up, "I feel slightly better, Harry, thank you…" Albus looks up at the young man he has grown to love-having replaced his love for Gellert long ago-and smiles weakly. Harry smiles slightly before turning on the spot, Apparating to Hogsmeade with his Headmaster.
They arrive in Albus' office 45 minutes later, Harry helping him into his office chair, "Alright, let's get you out of these filthy things and into some warmer clothes…" Harry says quietly, causing Albus to glare weakly at him, "I will be fine, my boy, so please, go and ge-" He's interrupted by a knock on his door, before his honorary son, Severus Snape, barges in and very nearly hugs him to death, "What the hell were you thinking father!? You could have gotten yourself killed!" He yells, glaring at him. Albus sighs and takes his sons hand in his and says, "Severus, calm down and sit down!" He says a little more forcefully than he'd intended. Harry looks at them, shocked, before he shakes his head and heads up to Headmaster's chambers, heading straight to the mans room and grabbing him clothes; having spent enough time up here over the past 2 years to know the layout perfectly.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Severus is fuming at his father, "I cannot believe you and the Potter brat saw fit to go on this dangerous-and incredibly dimwitted-'mission'! You or he could have gotten yourselves killed, and I have not wasted nigh on 16 years protecting that brat!"
"Aww, Professor, didn't know you cared!"
Harry says sarcastically, glaring at the Potions Master and earning a hate-filled sneer in return. Albus sinks lower into his chair, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he grumbles under his breath about irritating misplaced conceptions of the other. Harry turns a fond smile on the Headmaster, before his face hardens and he commands, his voice as tough as steel, "Get bathed or showered before I call McGonagall for reinforcements." Albus is up and out the door to his bathroom so fast you'd think he was a Cheetah.
Harry and, surprisingly, Severus chuckle fondly, before they look to each other in surprise, Severus quickly covering the mishap by sneering, "Close your mouth, Potter, you look like a dying fish in search of non-existent water…" Harry glares at the insufferable man before taking a seat with a huff, "Twinkle!" He calls, smiling at the energetic House-Elf, missing the incredulous-and slightly annoyed jealous-look of Snape, "What can Twinkle be doing for Harry?"
"Tea, some sandwiches and some biscuits please Twinkle, as well as some Pepper Me-Up Potion to please." The excitable Elf nods, her large ears flapping, before disappearing with a 'pop'. Harry shakes his head before leaning back in the chair with a small, yet content, sigh. He begins to lightly doze, only just registering Twinkle popping back into the office with the requested items.
Ten minutes after Harry had dozed off, Albus walks into the room in a dark blue pair of pyjamas, with bright yellow stars zooming around on them. He smiles slightly at the sight of Harry dozing, chuckling when he sees Severus glaring at said young man with malicious intent, "Severus, really?" His son huffs and turns away from the both of them in a sulk, causing Albus to laugh loudly as he sits down.
At the sound of laughter, Harry jerks awake and rubs his eyes tiredly, glaring sleepily at a blushing Albus, "Sorry Harry, I-I didn't mean to wake you…" Harry rolls his eyes and stands, grabbing a Pepper Me-Up and downing it, "I need to get going. I have planning to do and more Horcruxes to find; you should both get to bed; and yes, I mean you as well Professor Snape." Harry pats Severus' shoulder gently-almost fatherly-and said Potions Master finds himself leaning into the touch. He blushes whilst sneering, stating, "I am not a small child for you to mollycoddle Mr Potter, so please, cease and desist." Harry bristles, before calming down and stating, his eyes and voice cold, "I wasn't treating you like a child, sir, I was merely trying to show I cared, but obviously, having myself, the spawn of James and Lily Potter, care for the great Dungeons Bat, is an abomination of society. Goodnight sir and Professor Dumbledore, I shall see you both tomorrow at breakfast." He turns on his heel and marches out of the office, silently fuming all the way to the RoR.
"Severus Eileen-Ariana Snape-Dumbledore! Did you have to be a complete arse!?" Albus yells, his cobalt blue eyes decidedly less twinkly than they were a few seconds ago. Severus gulps, his eyes wide in childish fear and he swallows before saying, "I-I didn't think he actually cared… No-one just cares without reason…" He mumbles, not seeing the worried look on his dad's face, "Sev…" Said young man flinches as if he's been struck, and he looks up at Albus, his onyx eyes pleading with Albus to make him understand.
Said older male sighs, coming around to kneel in front of his son and pull him close, kissing his obsidian coloured hair and stroking the soft, silky locks with parental love and affection, "Harry does care about you Severus, he has since his 3rd year when you stood in front of them to protect them from Remus… He saw the fear you had of said Werewolf, yet, you still stood in front of them to protect them…" Severus sniffles, before he succumbs to sobs, "I-I didn't w-want t-to believe it, b-because people a-always l-let you d-down…" Albus sighs and tightens his hold, beginning to hum as his beloved son succumbs to sleep.
The next day, Harry wakes up at the desk in the RoR, books and scrolls of parchment surrounding him, ink smeared on his face and his glasses askew. He grumbles as he rights himself, using a cleaning spell to get rid of the ink on himself. He stands and banishes everything in the room into his second trunk under his bed, before summoning another set of his school robes from his main trunk at the foot of said bed. He ducks into the bathroom provided by the Room, showering, brushing his teeth and dressing within half an hour and heading down to breakfast, refreshed. He enters the Great Hall and sits down at the Lions Table, digging into porridge with passionfruit.
He groans five minutes later at a shrieked, "Harry!" From a woman's voice, and Neville Longbottom-who arrived three minutes ago-winces in sympathy, "Good luck mate…" He whispers and Harry nods, before he suddenly has average sized breasts pressed into him and arms wrapped him in a suffocating manner, "Ginny… Need. Oxy… Gen…" He gasps, grimacing when he's finally released. Ron and Hermione glare at her before sitting opposite Neville and Harry, Hermione checking Harry over with her eyes, noticing the dark circles under his jade orbs, the tussled hair and slightly unhealthy complexion, "You should stay up all night Harry…" She reminds motherly, her brown eyes soft with worry for her brother.
He smiles sadly at her before reminding them all, "When the war is over, then I'll rest…" There's a melancholy air about the four teens-the redheaded chit doesn't need to be counted-before they brighten at Neville's next words, "Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade weekend! We should go!" They all nod and Ginny smiles sweetly at Harry, causing him to inwardly groan, "Harry… Why don't we go together…? You, me, Hogsmeade…" Harry looks to Ron for help, who smiles wickedly and turns to his irritating sister, "Ginny, Harry ain't interested in a slutty, backstabbing bitch like yourself… So why don't you fuck off?" Ginny glares angrily at her brother before retorting, "Harry is interested in me! We're made for each other! Aren't we Harry?"
Said teen quickly shakes his head, saying, "Ron's right. I'm not interested in a slut like you. And besides, I'd much rather like a nice, hot and tight arse to shove my cock in, not a dirty, used, and feral pussy like yours." Hermione snorts, Ron laughs and Neville chokes on his drink whilst laughing. She looks at them all with tears in her eyes and she stands and runs off, sobbing. The four teens laugh loudly as they finish their breakfast, before departing for Potions.
They arrive ten minutes later-still laughing-to find Severus Snape sitting behind his desk, his head on said furniture with his arms supporting it. Harry looks at him concerned, despite himself, and he approaches the man and kneels down beside him and places a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. Severus jerks, cutting off a cry of surprise and he glares at the 'insufferable' brat before leaning into the touch, "Are you alright Professor…?" Harry murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on the man's shoulder with his thumb. Severus nods, and he goes to reply, when Minerva McGonagall bursts through the door, her disarray and her cheeks flushed from the run, "Severus, Harry, Albus has collapsed and is in the Infirmary! Poppy is requesting your presence!" They take a look at each other, before dashing out, and heading to the Infirmary…
A/N Well, here's the 1st chap for my new story! Enjoy!
For those who are reading/faved/followed my other story, Harry's Big Brother-or whatever the blasted thing is called-the next chap should be up in about 2-4 hours my time, so that's about 12-1:47pm… Enjoy and PLEASE don't kill me… yet…
Thanks,
Ilaria xx