Haha.

I love the anger.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: BEEN BLESSED

Harry's eyes opened slowly. His first initial thoughts were that he was dead, but after the bleariness in his eyes cleared he realized with a groan that he was in the hospital wing. He began to panic, but then remembered that the concealment charms he had put on himself were very strong.

"Potter," slithered a voice to his left.

"Snape!" Harry yelled, "you- you-"

"I'm a spy, boy. Did you really think I would have let Lucius do…that to you?" He spoke 'that' with a tone of sheer disgust.

Harry glowered. "Yes."

Snape's black eyes glittered. "I've informed the headmaster of your home situation. About, your uncle."

Harry's hands shook with rage, but he maintained a calm tone. "Right. And why did you do that?"

"I may not like you, Potter. But if any of my students are being hurt like that, it is my duty to report it."

"Right. Get out." Harry wasn't that angry, at least, not compared to his showdown with the dark lord several hours back.

"Potter. I do not know how you managed to escape the Dark Lord's binding spell, your powers exceed even…mine. I mentioned this to the headmaster. And you do not give me orders."

"Get. Out." Harry's voice took a dangerous tone. Windows in the hospital wing began to rattle.

Snape stood angrily over him. "You are the most self-righteous, conniving little whelp I've ever met in my life." He held the teen's gaze for a moment before turning swiftly and leaving the hospital wing.

Harry smirked, and swung his legs over the cot he had been laying on. Madame Pomfrey came rushing in. "And just what do you think you're doing?"

"Leaving" he snapped.

"I am sure she was aware of that, Harry." Dumbledore's solemn voice came frombehindhim. Harry noted sadness in his voice, which annoyed him slightly.

Harry stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.

"Harry," Dumbledore strode over to him, concern written all over his face. Harry hated this. He wanted to be far, far, far away. "Why didn't you tell me what was happening?"

His warm hand rested on the boy's shoulder. "Um, well," Harry started, feigning an amused tone, "I didn't really think it was any of your business."

Dumbledore shook his head. "You need to talk about this, Harry."

"Actually, I don't think I do." Harry shot back, rage beginning to build up inside of him.

"Harry, if you don't deal with-

"If I don't deal with it! I've been- oh nevermind." Harry realized there was nopoint,glowered and made towards the double doors of the hospital wing.

Dumbledore stepped in front of him, but he pushed past the headmaster forcefully. Madame Pomfrey came running after him. She stopped him at the exit to the hospital wing, tears in her eyes. "You have to let the headmaster talk to you…" her voice broke. Her eyes shimmered with tears, and her chin trembled.

"You know what I've always wondered?" Harry said, "why people who are watching someone else being hurt get more upset than the person getting hurt. Always confused me."

"Harry, no." Madame Pomfrey said, a sob coming out.

"Come now, don't be rash….Harry, Harry….your uncle raped you." Dumbledore said from behind, his voice breaking too.

"Madame Pomfrey, please let me through." He requested firmly.

"No," she shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes. What is this, lifetime?

Something seemed to take over the Boy Who Lived at that moment. He didn't know what it was, but it sure as hell felt good. He whipped out his wand and pushed it into Madame Pomfrey's neck.

"Get. out. of. my. way."

"No," the medi-witch released his arms and made to hug him.

"Harry, you need to be comforted." Dumbledore insisted, and Harry could hear his footsteps growing closer. That was it.

Harry threw Madame Pomfrey back against the doors, hard. He put his wand away, and pulled her up by her elbow, and then wrapped his hands around her neck. "Listen to me, bitch. If you value your life, getting out of my way would be a very wise thing to do." Of course he would never really kill her.

Madame Pomfrey shuddered, and when Harry released her stepped aside. He burst through the doors of the hospital wing, knowing Dumbledore would be attending to his employee instead of chasing him. He smiled thoughtfully and checked his watch. Dinner had started five minutes ago.

When he calmly came through the doors of the great hall, where everyone was feasting, the first thing he did was look at Snape. He tore his eyes away and marched over to the Gryffindor table. The anger had exhausted him. He sat down next to Ron, who was chewing on a roll noisily.

"Hfarry?" he asked, and Harry smiled weakly. Ron swallowed his food. "Where were you today? You missed the best Potions ever- Snape wasn't there!"

"I just had some things I had to do. One day of skipping classes won't do me much harm, will it?" the lies slipped off of his tongue easily.

Hermione, who was now standing behind them, had heard him and was now red in the face. "That is sooo irresponsible."

"Hermione, you sooo need to get out of our lives." The young girl paled.

"Ron-" Harry said, suddenly Oprah again.

"Fine! I will!" she stormed away.

"I knew girls got hormonal, but not that hormonal."

"Ron, you said our lives. Didn't you just mean your life?" Harry asked reasonably.

Ron nodded thoughtfully. "Yeh, sorry mate."

How half-assed Harry thought angrily

As the Gryffindors sat lazily in the common room, reminiscing over their years at Hogwarts, they all felt an unwanted presence. Snape came marching through the portrait hole, and he looked pissed.

"Harry Potter."

My dears.

Sorry for the wait.

'soon' is a foreign concept to me. I'm like my mother. You know when she says she'll pick you up at 5:30 she means 7:45.

Ahh, the sexiness of the review button still grows.