Chapter Two
Walking through the corridors was a nightmare, and Harry tried in vain to hide his ink splattered face from onlookers who stared and pointed at him. His cloak barely reached his socks as his legs were so long, and he jumped the stairs in pairs, trying to get to the dormitory as fast as he could.
"ARGHH!!" he cried suddenly, as his foot got stuck in an invisible step which he normally knew to miss. His books flew out in front of him and his bag split open, papers flying everywhere. He hit the step with his head, feeling warm liquid trickling from his lip.
"Do you want some help there-" said a recognisable voice Harry knew. His stomach plummented as he looked up into the face of Cho Chang. She started as she saw his face, and stared at him with wonder. She looked at his eyes, her gaze travelling over his body. "Harry? Is that you?" she asked, holding out a hand for him to take. He gingerly stood up and tried to brush himself off.
"Yes" he said miserably, before summoning his belongings back to him. "Hermione gave me a potion to drink but she gave me the wrong bottle, so now" he gestured to himself "I have become my worst enemy for a week". Cho giggled loudly, and Harry felt his face redden. Why did he always have to act so awkwardly around her? She shook her head, and walked down the stairs, waving goodbye behind her and collapsing into laughter with her group of friends who all wanted to know who the newcomer was. This is possibly the worst day of my life. Harry thoughty miserably, and limped up the stairs, dragging his bag behind him.
He finally reached the Fat Lady's portrait, and mumbled the password before being let into the dormitory. He dumped his bags on the chair nearest to the fireplace, and looked up to see a banner suspended in mid air which read "WELCOME SEVERUS POTTER!" with a picture of Harry underneath. His face was scowling, and he tried to hide it with his hands. Harry grimanced, and heard Fred's voice travelling down the stairs.
"Severus! Just the man I wanted to see!" Fred cried joyfully, before taking a picture of himself next to Harry. "How did you get this potion? I need to see Granger about it, it could be a masterpiece for our new shop!" Harry just stared blankly at him, whilst George appeared suddenly behind Hary and said,
"You know, its quite an improvement Harry. I would be surprised if you don't have hordes of girls wanting to talk to you now!" Harry jumped up and chased George around the dormitory, sending hexes after him, which all bouned off the walls and shattered vases on the firplace. "Now now, Severus! That's not very sociable!" called out Fred, lazily flicking his wand at Harry, sending spurts of water at him. People formed a ring around them, chanting and laughing. Harry had George in a headlock, laughing and rubbing his head with his hand, when suddenly a tall woman entered the dormitory, her glasses askew and her hair ruffled.
"What is going on!" Professor Mcgonagall asked, "Who is responible for this" she gestured around her. She caught sight of Fred smirking, whilst Harry and George dived behind a chair. "Come out from behind the chair!" Professor mcgonagall said, and then waved her wand at it, "wingardium leviosa!". She caught sight of Harry and shrieked, the chair dropped precariously and Harry and George both yelped and jumped out of its way. She stood still, her eyes round and surprised.
"Well! Mr Potter, if I can see rightly? What kind of a prank do you call this? If Proffessor Snape finds out-"
"Oh he already has" said a calm voice behind them, and Dumbledore walked into the dormitory. Everyone gasped, and made way for Dumbledore to walk to Harry. His eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses, and he chuckled quietly. "A neat trick of Miss Granger, don't you think? It's remarkable how much you resemble Severus. You're father would be most amused" he said, and stopped suddenly. Harry's eyes clouded over at the memory of his dad, and he dropped his head.
"Well folks! That's enough for today!" Professor Mcgonagall called out, and clapped her hands. Pupils filed away one by one, not wanting to miss out on the spectacle. She ushered them away, and turned back towards Dumbledore and Harry.
"Sorry Sir," murmered Harry, hastily wiping away tears which had formed at his eyes. He hated crying in front of people, especially Dumbledore. Dumbledore didn't say anything, but knelt down and looked deeply into Harry's eyes.
"Don't worry Harry. I'm sure this week won't be too bad, just try and keep out of trouble if you can" he said with a small smile. "For all we know, it may be a rewarding experience to see through Snape's eyes. Now off you trot."
Harry sped away without another word. This IS the worst day of my life! He thought, and hurried away, vowing to write a long letter to Sirius about what had happened.
