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Chapter twelve
"Is Potter ready?" a very impatient Severus Snape hissed in the vague direction of Madam Pomfrey.
"Hang on a minute, I am just making sure that he has everything he needs," Madam Pomfrey replied, not even seeming to sense the impatient tone in the potions teacher's voice, as she folded a pair of trousers and packed them in to a small suitcase which was balanced at the end of Harry's bed.
Harry meanwhile was sitting to the left of the ever growing suitcase, clean and fully dressed, having once more been 'helped', no matter how many times he has told them – or after a while screamed at them – observing the nurse packing up all these clothes, none of which Harry had ever recalled seeing before in his life, and curiously wondering where on earth they had come from. And at the same time ignoring Snape's very presents in the room.
Harry had been woken up that morning, by an over cheery Madam Pomfrey, and was told that today he was going to be moved in to another room within the castle, where he can stay until the end of term, rather than being in the hospital wing, taking up bed space. Well this was the conclusion Harry had come to, but he had been given the excuse that they didn't want him to be mixing with people who were ill, so that Harry didn't have to add illness to his list of things which were wrong with him. Then Harry was told that he would also be staying with Severus Snape in the same room, so that he could be watched all the time, and the day had swiftly sloped ever since. Just after telling Harry all of this she gave him a smile which clearly read 'you have no idea what I am saying, and I don't even know why I am telling you' and then walked off to go and get Harry's breakfast, but not before exclaiming that Harry needed another bath.
"Where did all these items come from?" Snape asked, raising one eyebrow. "I am sure that Potter has never even seen these clothes, from looking at the scruffy clothes he always wears."
Harry watched Madam Pomfrey closely, waiting for the long awaited answer.
"Well, we have decided that Harry cannot look after himself, due to what happened, so we also decided that we would also be the ones in charge of all of his things, and getting new clothes."
"Well that seems to go without saying," Snape drawled, rolling his eyes.
"Yes... So we made an order to Madam Malkin's and we got Harry some new clothes. These arrived this morning, so they are all fresh and clean."
"What was wrong with his old ones?"
"Well there were hardly any in the first place!" Pomfrey exclaimed, looking up for the first time to look at the potions teacher since they had begun the conversation. "And what there was wasn't any good at all, they were misshapen, and the colours had faded away, and also there was no way most of those clothes fitted him, they were at least five times too big for him."
Madam Pomfrey then turned and looked at Harry, with a questioning in her eyes, and for the first time since he had been dubbed 'in disposed' that they wouldn't ask him any questions about why or what had happened. She sighed and turned back around to face Professor Snape. Harry let out his breath, which he hadn't even realised he had been holding, he had once again escaped questioning about his relatives. And truth-be-told he wouldn't actually know how to answer any of their questions.
"But surely he does not need this amount of clothes," Snape said, seemingly ignoring any mention that Harry might not have been the spoilt little prince he had always thought of him as.
"Of course he does, he should have had this amount to begin with. This is the amount all the children should have with them; it's enough to last them until the house elves do the washing."
Snape rolled his eyes again, and mumbled to himself about over bearing mother type figures.
"How long is this going to drag on, I have potions brewing upstairs for this very hospital wing, which could be ruined if left unattended. It is not enough that I have had to move from the dungeons up in to that over lit Gryffindor like tower? Also I have to watch over the very vain of my existence, but I also have to stand here whilst you pack for a month long expedition, when in fact the hospital wing is in walking distance, so if his royal majesty forgets something he can just go and get it?"
"Really now Severus, this will be a good thing for you, even if you only end up getting a bit more sunlight, which will actually be good for you, you need some more vitamin D; you are starting to look paler than usual," Madam Pomfrey said, brushing off Snape's scathing remarks.
There were a few minutes of silence, which seemed to Harry to drag on into long hours. In which madam Pomfrey packed a few more things in to the bulging suitcase.
"There I am now finished, let me just go and sign Harry out and then the two of you can leave, although," Pomfrey turned and look Snape straight in the eye, and proceeded to speak very carefully, "if there are any problems you are to bring him straight to me."
"Of course," Snape said, although Harry recognised it to be in a way which is often said to stop people from carrying on a lecture, having himself used that technique several times.
"Okay now, you are going to be leaving now Harry," Madam Pomfrey said, turning to face Harry, after she had done up the zip on the suitcase.
Ten antagonising minutes later, Harry was being led up the stairs to the left of the castle. To where his new room was going to be, until they broke up for the summer holidays. Snape, when they had first left the hospital wing, was walking so fast that Harry had struggled to catch up with him, but now as they reached the top of the overly lit, by the huge windows, tower, Snape had begun to slow down, so much so that Harry was nearly tripping over himself.
They came to an abrupt halt in front of a mahogany stained oak door.
"This is the room," Snape snarled, not even turning to face Harry. He then opened the door, and before Harry could even catch a glimpse of the interior, he was pushed in, and the door was slammed shut behind them. "If you're wondering why it is a door and not a portrait, like we usually have, it is because it will help keep your nosey fan club from getting in, but it also works like a portrait, although there is no point telling you the password. Your bedroom is that door by the bookcase on the left, I am going to tend to my potions, knock if you need something." Snape's explanation finished with a lot of sarcasm, before he marched off in to a room directly opposite the front door.
"Even if I am dying, I can assure you that I will not disturb you," Harry answered back, and then he looked around his new place to stay.
The room was painted in creams and whites, with dark painted floor boards, which matched the front door. There was a huge bay window in the living room, down one end, where the sofa and the fireplace were. Harry ran over to the window and looked out, on to the grounds he knew, wondering what sort of charm there was on the room, because castles didn't have bay windows in their towers, but then again this wasn't an ordinary castle.
He then realised, as he looked at the deep red sofa, that Snape still had his suitcase. Madam Pomfrey had forced Snape to carry it up to their new room. Harry had been rudely dismissed when he attempted to tell them both that he could carry it himself, but when he tried he found that it was actually too heavy for him to lift and had nearly fallen over, this lead to Snape agreeing to carrying the suitcase, so that he wouldn't be returning Harry to Madam Pomfrey later that morning because he had fallen down the stairs. This also had a downside, which was that it seemed to trigger the nurse to once again start babying Harry.
Harry then decided to have a look at his new bedroom, before once again putting his life on the balance by going and asking Snape for his suitcase. He walked over to the door Snape had pointed out earlier, and opened it. To reveal the biggest bedroom Harry had ever seen, let alone the biggest bedroom that he had been allowed to sleep in. The room was double the size of Dudley's bedroom, it was painted with yellow and reds, the colours of Gryffindor, and Harry then stopped to wonder if Snape's room was green and silver like the Slytherin colours. The room was mostly taken up by a large king sized bed, and a huge wardrobe, and then there was a desk with a chair over by the window, which in this room wasn't bay, but looked like it let in a lot of light anyway.
Harry let out a sigh, and walked towards the small window, which looked out over the lake. He began to picture what the world might have looked like, and may look like in the future, if Voldemort had come back that day.
"I can never let that happen," Harry whispered to himself. "Not whilst I live anyway."
Later that night.
Harry was sitting in the living room, on the sofa, watching the fire, as he had not been trusted to do anything else. Snape was sitting at the desk in the corner of the room, which had appeared in the front room whilst Harry was unpacking his overstuffed suitcase. He was marking some poor first years essays, and by the looks of the use of red ink, that they did not do very well. Harry felt for them.
All of a sudden Harry's head began to spin, and he felt like he was going to throw up.
"What is happening?" Harry thought in a panic. He cast his eyes up to look at Snape, who hadn't even noticed Harry suddenly grab his head and lurch forward in his chair. He watched Snape dip his quill in to the red ink, which he seemed to love, in a slow motion, with the feeling that he had cotton wool in his ears, as the sound felt, and sounded all muffled. Harry then felt something trickling down his face, and lowered his hands from his head to his face. He ran if fingers over the liquid, and brought his hand directly in front of his face. After a few seconds Harry was able to focus his eye sight on the finger which was covered in the liquid, to find that it was water.
"Water?" Harry said confused, by now he could feel trails of the water running down his face, and from what he could feel it appeared to be coming from his eyes.
Harry looked back up towards Snape, who was still sitting in the corner of the room, opposite the bathroom Harry suddenly thought.
"I need to go there, to the bathroom, and stop the water," Harry said, talking to himself about that he was going to do, but not actually realising that he was speaking aloud. His own voice though sounded too loud in his ears, and once again found himself grabbing his head, in agony. Snape all of a sudden appeared in front of him, concern written all over his face, and then he watched him turn towards the fire, and throw some sort of powder in to the flames. Then Harry watched as the flames grew purple, he had always liked that colour. He then watched Snape speak hurriedly in to the fire, and then he turned back around to face Harry.
"Try not to make any sudden movements Potter, I will go and retrieve a potion that should stop the dizziness."
Harry opened his mouth to tell Snape that that had not even crossed his mind, but found himself unable to speak, he then remembered the feeling he had when he had dropped the vial of potion that time, it felt exactly the same, only this time the pain was in his arm, and not in his head in his head it felt at least a million times worse.
Authors note:
Thank you again PsychicTiger for proof reading this story!
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