I thought I would give ya a little um cut from the Prequel just to be nice
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The rush to the infirmary was surprisingly a usual pass time in Hogwarts. Especially now that Harry Potter attended. But of course no day was the same and said reasons for the everlasting visitations were innumerable and highly plausible that it was Draco Malfoy's fault. But today was a bit different. For no one but the Author knew that this would begin a wonderful plot that would never in all of Harry's lifetime end. The shuffle to the Infirmary today included a stretcher and the ripping of searing hot clothes that stuck to his skin. Once again a potions induced incident, or should we say the highlight of Draco Malfoy's day.
Two stuttering Gryffindor's ran behind Dumbledore, who was himself trying to keep up with Professor Snape's curiously long legs. Ronald Weasley who at the moment was literally wheezing from the long trek from the dungeons had been trying to blame the whole thing on Professor Snape for setting up the obviously dangerous pairings.
Hermione who had enough sense not to run around corner's and smash into walls had been firmly trying to tell him off for talking about a teacher that way. ''Bloody hell-I-could of-sworn we've passed this-hallway a-million times,'' Ron mumbled.
''Twenty points from Gryffindor for using derogatory language around the Headmaster,'' Snape shouted from up ahead and Ron groaned even louder.
Despite the obvious laugh plastered on Hermione's face she tried to glare at Ron. When the panting and wheezing group finally made it into the infirmary, Ron with all his dramatics flopped onto the floor while Hermione rolled her eyes. Poppy Pomfrey ran towards the back of the infirmary while Professor Snape unceremoniously dropped Harry onto the bed. A moan lifted from the once silent boy and a delicate arch of eyebrow was as close as 'what the' as Snape got.
Dumbledore ran over to the bed settling Harry underneath the covers as he glared as uncaring Professor. By the time that Harry was comfortable and starting to fall asleep Poppy was back, with a tray of murky brown vials that Harry desperately wanted to stay from. Ron made a motion of 'Yuck' –with his tongue might I add- and was quickly reined in by a smack of Snape's hand upon his red head. Dumbledore who was completely oblivious to the student abuse behind him began to help Harry up so he could swallow the retched vials that had made him dig into his pocket and pop a lemon drop into his mouth.
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how did you like it huh?
