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Authors Note: To all of you that reviewed THANKYOU, you are all very much loved and the positives are always welcomed as are the negatives. Just replying to those who didn't leave a way to reply, sorry about Dumbledore that was a bit OOC as for Snape well I like it so I'm keeping it no hard feelings thanks for the advice! And for the other comment what is 3 person? Do you mean 3rd Person? It might be changing point of view throughout the story so I'll keep that in mind thanks. For the rest of you who are not reviewing please do, it really helps a struggling wannabe author, love to the rest of you, now the story...
The Chase
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What have I done? I promised I would try and keep my nose out of trouble and what have I gone and done? Turned my Potions master into a star costumed freak and now he's chasing me with murderous thoughts. Great start to the day it's been, good thing I had some weetbix or I would be really stuffed after running out of the classroom, though being scared for you life does help a bit.
For all of you who think that Quidditch is a sport for the athletic elite are going to be sadly disappointed, flying around on a broom stick does not take a great deal of energy and I'm paying for it now, man my sides feel like some little elf has made its' way into my chest and is pulling my ribs apart, my heart is on fire and that's just the beginning of my problems, I've got sweat rolling down my cheeks and into my glasses, which sucks because I can't see, I really need those contacts or magical surgery to correct my useless vision. The scary thing is I have only just run out of the class.
Which way to go… in a castle as large as Hogwarts there are so many possibilities, where to go, hmm should I go left towards the Great Hall, down towards the gardens or to one of the other many random areas in this great big school, so many choices so little time "…POTTER! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE" yells the angry man chasing me. Uh oh better choose one of the random ones…so I run as fast as physically possible for a human because my life actually does depend on it.
I run as fast as I can and run into a broom closet, man the smell in here is going to outlive religion, who ever cleans this place should be fired, its putrid, like worse then Ron in the morning when he's gone for a run without cleaning his teeth or having shower, which for your information is a really bad smell.
Do you know those movies where they build up to a suspenseful scene by using really creepy music? It's in like every single movie and if you haven't noticed it yet you're more then a bit slow. Well at this time the school band was practising. If I wasn't so scared I was going to poop my pants, I would have laughed. Because when I was cowering behind a broom they were playing a song that would have been perfect for a cheap horror film, funny in an ironic way. Please start playing a song where the hero does actually live, like the theme from "Raider's of the Lost Ark" or another engaging and uplifting movie.
Snape was in the hall yelling out violent death threats, I never took Snape as being a violent/sadistic/cruel person but I guess being turned into a ball of glitter does that to a man. Who knows, if it gets out he might be getting an invite to the Mardi Gras as the new gay idol, he made a pretty awesome costume wearer, now that would be something I would pay to go and see, record and put on the internet, like youtube,
Well anyway back to the broom cupboard. I was sitting there as quiet as a mouse, though I'm pretty sure that the people in Norway would be able to hear my breathing and heart beating from my rather strenuous run. Looking through the hole in the door I could see what was going on around me. Suddenly I saw a rather angry dark brown eye looking at me.
You can tell a lot by a persons' eye. Their mood, personality and what they really think of you. There is a famous philosopher who once said that the eyes are the path way to the soul and I do believe they are right.
If you looked at the eye looking at me, you would have seen a number of things. A happy person was not one of them. The eye looking at me looked evil, it left Voldemort for dead. They were angry, bit of a red rim (but he might just have been getting into the vodka, being around Malfoy does that to a man). The pure anger made my blood go cold, for that one moment I could safely say I knew I was going to die. Fucking hell, I'm HARRY POTTER! The boy who has escaped Voldemort more times then you can poke a stick at. I've fought him in all dramatic places with fancy spells. Now I'm going to die by being strangled by my Potions Master in a broom closet, not quite the dignified death I was going for in my life.
But then again if you are going to die, die in a heroic way…or at least in way that will be remembered for all time. With that I burst out of the closet, knocking over a very surprised Snape in the process and sent him rolling down the stairs in the process, I winced at the sound of the thumps and the language coming out of his mouth. If Mrs Weasley was around she would wash his mouth out with soap, then for good measure use a bit of bleach.
With that I kept running hopefully looking for a safe place that wouldn't be painfully obvious for Snape. So there I am running, running, running. In a place as big as Hogwarts you would think that they would have a room designed for hiding away from your teachers. Shame the Room of Requirement isn't around because I really require a place to hide in at the moment.
Then suddenly the perfect hiding spot comes into sight. The boys change rooms. No teacher in their right mind would walk in there, the smell alone would kill you, it's that bad and as for the sight of fifty naked boys is enough to put anyone off, that's why it's the perfect place for me to go and hide in.
I ran in to the room thankful for a place to rest in and hide. Hmm, the place seems a bit different then usual, a lot cleaner, lacking urinals and has a smell of girls, some boy has either had a lucky day, needs to change his deodorant or needs to come out of the closet.
Then it dawned on me where I was, I'm in the girls change room, what kind of an idiot am I? This was not going to look good if Snape does chase me in here, Dumbledore will ask a lot of questions.
I turn around to walk out and duck into the boys when I hear the sound of people near. Uhoh, if I'm found in here I am in so much trouble, maybe not compared to what I am already in but I don't really need anything else added to my record of misconduct today but on the other hand I am in the GIRLS' change room alone. Crap their coming in. I run around frantically looking for a hiding place. Thank the lord for cleaning closets, though I'm in them quite often today. I go in and close the door just as the change room door opens and some girls walk in, now I have to remain quiet and inconspicuous, that way they'll never know I am here and we will all be happy.
I sit their trying to work out who they are by the sound of their voices. They are familiar but not ones that I hear a lot, must be a girl from Hufflepuff or something, possibly Slytherin, even thought they should be in class, we have Potions with the Slytherin's. I risk a peak and open the door a crack to peak out to check.
Oh my God I think I am permanently scarred for life, I'm going to have to remove my corneas and get a memory loss potion to get that image out of my head permanently. The girls were Pansy Parkinson and her little clique of girls.
For those of you who do not know what Pansy looks like let me explain to you using a visual picture. Imagine an overweight pig, cross it with a cow, run over its face with a train and then take to it with a sledge hammer. Then you're almost close to the level of ugly that we are dealing with here. The worst part is that she is naked, how she managed to get undressed that quickly is beyond me lever of intelligence.
So you can just imagine the agony I am going through here. But on the plus side some of her friends aren't that bad looking. But then again the shock I have just gone through is too big to be counteracted, actually I am going to faint… that's how bad it is, good by world…. And with a crash I land on the floor, so much for being quiet and inconspicuous because I am so going to be found after that.
AN: Weetbix is a cereal that is always advertised as being great for athletes here in Australia. So good, bad or just average? Tell me! Will Harry make it out alive? Will he be found by Snape? Stay tuned to this space to find out! AND REVIEW!
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