Hey everyone… what have I been up to since last time… not much… I saw a few films... since I'm English Shrek 2 only just came out last week… and if you haven't seen it I would advise you do because it is one of the best films I have seen at cinema this year (and I have seen about 15) and it is hilarious…

Anyway this chapter is longer than some… 2000 words longer than normal actually…..

Also as this is chapter 50 that means this is now the half way point… theoretically…

I say theoretically because although it is only a planned 100 chapters it doesn't look like it will be that case… probably creeping up to be a bit more than that…

Thanks to all that have reviewed… finally made 100… which we are very pleased about. Please keep reviewing because hearing the comments is usually nice, and always entertaining.

Another warning is that the next chapter might take a little longer than I wanted before its done because all the comps at my school seem to have gone down for the rest of the school year… (Which is about 10 days….)

Anyway I think I have blarbed on enough for now… can't think of much else to put o I will shut up and let you read…

With a massive rush of Speed Harry felt himself flying back, and being pulled out of Snape's mind. He had failed.

Harry came back to his reality with a throbbing in his head, which he rubbed before opening his eyes. To his great disgust the first things he saw and heard were both of Snapeish origin. If Harry could taste the essence of Snape, which he under no willing circumstances would he, it would be slimy and rotten and have an after taste similar to gone off milk. He was sure of that much. Snape laughed, as he savoured delight at Harry's failure.

"Well Potter" he sneered "That was a truly an abysmal attempt. If you could take your abysmalness and sell it you would be a millionaire. I would expect better of such a great, great, wizard as yourself." He said with a repulsive laugh which sounded as if he had a primordial soup bubbling in his throat. "I could almost believe that you haven't practised at all. It has only been a few days." His voice was dripping with mockery and sarcasm

"Yeah just thirty-odd" muttered Harry under his breath.

"What was that?" demanded Snivellus. Harry made some mutterings as Severus leaned over him. I would advise you not to even make offhanded comments like that, because correct me if I'm wrong, and I'm not, but people aren't intended to know about your little alone time. Snape spat with anger. Harry leant back as far away from Snape as he could without having to move his legs.

Harry suddenly realised what Snape has said.

"Hey…" he began to say, before he was hastily cut off by Remus.

"Oh right yes Harry you see it just came up while we were waiting for you to come along. I kind of said about it since he is in the order and everything and I thought it would be unfair for you to get shouted at for not having practiced when you weren't able." Remus said as he flashed a warning glance in Snape's direction.

"At least I wasn't the one who left a massive great hole in your wall. You call that mental defence." Harry grinned as Snape's lip curled slightly and his eyes widended.

"I did that on purpose… See if you could find it…" Snape said defensively s he tried to make it seem believable. He flicked a strand of hair out of his face in what would be a princely manner, if it weren't for the fact that Snape was filthy and hideous.

"Right Potter." He drawled as he pivoted back to his original position where he wasn't so close that Harry could not only smell Snape's breath, but actually make out what colour it was. "As that last attempt was so awful let's try again shall we?" It wasn't a question and they both knew it. Harry emptied his mind of the fact Snape knew about the time freeze, and instead focused at the task at hand, at the task of invading the most sadistic mind to grace the earth in the history of man. Harry raised his wand level with the teachers head once more.

"Ligilimens!" He growled and once again he was rushing into the professor's mind bending mental-maze.

Harry looked around him and fond himself with the usual path going either left or right. Straight away, without wasting time on excessive consideration, he shut off his mind of simple matters and focused solely on his running. No reality meant no rules. Speed was just a word used to describe the movement from one place to another. With a bump, as though something had thumped into his front, he felt himself rapidly accelerating as he reached a full running speed, and began darting along the passageways through the puzzling place.

His arm waved in the air behind him as he pounded along the floor, charging forward, he saw a turning up ahead so with one massive jump he launched himself into the air, as he came back down he slammed one foot hard against the floor, and sprang off down the turning, without slowing down at all. He sped along, past turning after turning, dismissing them because they looked too easy and didn't have the right feel. Nothing concerning penetrating Snape's mind would be easy. However Harry had started to pick up a feeling about which path to take. It was difficult to define it through any normal earthly senses, but if he could hear through his skin, that is what it would be.

There was like a silent whispering which spoke to his body. It didn't tell him exactly which turning to take. It just kind of felt like a hinting. Further up. You're getting closer, it would say as Harry advanced forwards. Suddenly Harry noticed a depressed stone at the base of one wall. It wasn't that all stones caught his attention, in fact if he looked up above him there were several miss matched stones in view, it was just that this one was out of place, and as Harry stared at it he had another tingle in his skin which felt to be urging him to turn. Without  to much thought (he had learned that thinking to much about anything actually made matters worse)he sped through into an adjacent passageway. This one was wider but even more gloomy, than the others, whish was either a good sign or a bad sign. Change was good, or at least that's the opinion Harry adopted.

After he had travelled a few metres, he felt what he had been hoping not to feel. The strange backwards wind started tugging at his back again becoming more and more insistent as each second passed. Harry pushed forwards more insistently as he tried to find the end of his search. He knew that either he had to do it quickly, or else find a way of resisting Snape's mental expelling. As the horizontal gravity became more insistent on dragging him back the way he had come, it became apparent he would have to try the latter. Harry took one final turn before he found himself beginning to slip on the floor. However, as he continued to advance, he suddenly he felt himself sinking into the ground. He looked down and found himself standing knee deep in sludgy bubbling bog.

He rolled his eyes. That was just what he needed, Snape adding in traps as well. He smiled at the irony of falling into a none existent trap and sinking into it when he was really stood still in a room doing nothing at all resembling running or standing in quicksand. Out of all the areas in Snape's dirty mind, the swampy mixture which he was standing in was probably the cleanest. Then it dawned on him. Not like a bolt of lightning because that suggests a lot of pain and having your skeleton show whilst your hair stands humorously on end. No, this was the much more logical and lazy kind of revelation, such as being given a swift jab in the kidneys by Mr. Idea.

"Oy you son of a…" you turned round to say, only to have your eyes widen in understanding. "Oh… It's like THAT!"

He grasped something that his mind had been trying to show him for awhile now. None of the things he could see, feel hear or do in here were real. The floor wasn't real, the quicksand wasn't real, his body wasn't real, he was just a projected thought in here. So if the swamp wasn't real there is no way he could sink in it, let alone be standing in it. As Harry looked down at the ground, he found to his excitement, that the swamp had disappeared and he was now stood on clean ground, or metaphorically speaking clean ground at least. All that was left from where the swamp was been, was a small stone that seemed to want to turn into liquid, and a banana.

Banana's were a strange fruit that always seemed to turn up at just the wrong time. An example of this is when you go to rob a bank with a trusty old gun. Instead you reach into your pocket and your finger tips clasp round something big and hard. The only problem is this object doesn't go bang when you squeeze it. It goes squelch. They also had a habit of tripping people up, and Harry wondered whether this was also another mental defence meant to make him fall flat on his chin.

Admittedly he had never seen anyone trip on one, but that is because the bright people that tried it always used the skin. It is the inside that is the slippery sod, but then most people didn't want to waste a perfectly good banana on a practical joke. Also you could kill someone with a banana if you knew where to shove it, although this wasn't the sort of thing mothers told to children. Unless of course you lived "down that bit of town what's well dodgy". Anything went there. 

Harry went to move over the item of fruit, except that now he was no longer in the sticky concoction that was the swamp, the pulling force was free to drag him backwards. Harry felt himself on the verge of loosing contact with the ground all together, and knew that in a few short seconds he would loose again, unless he could come up with something. He closed his mind and tried the old logic trick.

"If I'm standing here then it means I'm not really standing here. The path however is also not here, which means it doesn't posses the properties of a normal path. This means it doesn't have a temperature or a texture or a smell." Harry stumbled on the last bit. The path certainly did have a smell.

"Therefore by that logic this path has, no friction?" Harry asked as logic led to the wrong path. Suddenly, at this revelation the path decided to become a lot more slippery. "No no no." He hastily said as he changed his mind. If he worded it carefully then… "If this path was a normal path then there would be friction. However there would be such a thing as maximum friction. At maximum friction I won't slip on the path no matter how hard I'm pulled. A natural path doesn't have that. What it does have however, is a lack of perfect friction." Harry said as his nonsense started to make sense, in some weird twisted way. "But since this isn't a real path it lacks the lack of perfect friction, and must therefore posses lots of friction!" He exclaimed triumphantly as he stopped skidding along the floor on his behind, and put his feet down which made a loud burning rubber sound and he came to stop.

The traps couldn't affect his progress, and neither could the feeling of the invisible bungee chord ripping him backwards. Harry drew himself up and continued with a renewed enthusiasm. As he took a few experimental steps, still keeping part of his mind fixed on how the floor had perfect grip and friction. The tug from behind was there but due to the fact it could no longer pulled him back, it seemed to pull him down a bit, and so instead it felt like he had eaten a large meal and his legs were protesting a bit under the additional weight.

Harry started speeding up again, although he didn't reach his maximum speed, since it seemed That he didn't have the pressing issue of Snape yanking him out, he could afford to go a bit slower and take his time. Of course knowing Snape he was probably chuckling to himself inside whatever part he was hiding. He was probably laughing at Harry, and other things, like when it rains on peoples holidays, or when a kitten gets hit by a bus. Or when you go to a fast food restaurant, and despite specific instructions from you, still fill it with ketchup and relish.

As he made a turn on the left and squeezed through a very thin gap, which wouldn't accommodate someone of a larger mass than himself, the gloom in the corridor thickened into an impenetrable darkness so he could no longer see anything ahead of him. Snape was a gloomy bitter person, and Harry reasoned that therefore he must be nearing the far side of Snape's mental defences. Within seconds of walking he came into contact with something very large solid and cold, and it wasn't Hagrid on a winters day. He has smacked straight into a hard stone wall and squashed his nose painfully against his face.

"Oh for the love of Christ." He yelled out in pain as he fell on the floor and held his nose painfully. He tried to concentrate on the fact that  nothing in here was real and that he hadn't really hit a wall with his nose at all. The funny thing was that it didn't work. It still throbbed painfully. The only difference was that now Harry looked like one of those idiots who walks round talking about mind over matter.

He looked up at the walls that had stretched up in front of him. "A dead end?" he thought to himself as he went to turn round and backtrack to the last turning. However, the problem was that as he went to walk backwards, he found a rather large, rather solid wall blocking his way. He put his hand up to make sure it was really there. It was. As he looked round it quickly became apparent, that at least one of the walls had changed, or rather the space between the two side ones, because he was now completely blocked in.

"Lovely. If things aren't tough enough you can always count on good old Snape to fix it. How am I supposed to get through when the damn walls are moving?" he cursed inwardly, after a moment in consideration as Harry thumped the wall in one last attempt, he gave up. He let his mind wander onto the thought of not being there, and before he knew it he felt a pulling force from straight up. Clearly since he couldn't leave by going through the wall the only way for Snape to get rid of him was blast him right over the top.

It was a very interesting sensation to say the least. It was like doing a wronski feint without the broom, plus your going up instead, he could feel the air in his lungs sinking down a few inches as his body was propelled upwards with amazing velocity. There were a few seconds in between the time Harry found himself in the maze and in the classroom, and during these few seconds he saw everything. As he passed the top of the walls, and they shrunk below him, he looked out ahead, a long way in the distance he could see the walls stretching off, except that some way off past the point where the walls seemed to end he could see a feint blue glow. A glow that no doubt marked the exit. The light seemed to burn itself into his mind for a moment before it disappeared and was faced with the horrible sight of Snape peering down his nose at him.

"My my. You're all show until you get presented with a small problem." Snape said as he tutted falsely. In actual fact Harry's attempt had been rather commendable.
"Stop acting so high and mighty Severus." Said Remus as he got up from leaning against a desk. "Harry did a good attempt and you know it, so don't be so condescending." He said as he waved a finger and deliberately poked Snape in the eye. Harry stared at Remus. Maybe he had done a good attempt after all. He felt like he had, but then he wasn't sure how fast most people got a hang of Legilimancy.

"Well I suppose by your low standards Potters performance would be something to marvel at. I however am the veteran here. As I myself can survive even the metal offence of the dark Lord, I think I should be a judge of Potters progress, and when I say he did badly, he did badly." Snape said as he blinked furiously before turning his back to hide his eye that had started watering. Remus leant back against the desk nonplussed.

"Well for someone who was doing such a bad job Snape, you certainly seemed to be having a lot of trouble keeping your defences up. Your face looked like were taking a sh-" Remus said slyly before Snape angrily cut him off.

"I was doing a wonderful job! Now Potter again." He demanded. Harry considered not trying, and instead waiting until they started arguing again. However, as Snape scrunched up his face in a manner that did indeed suggest something and shout "Hurry up." Harry concluded it wasn't in his best interests to wait.
"Legilimens." Harry said with a flick of his wand.

Inside the mind again, Harry looked round. He still couldn't think of a way to avoid the walls that had trapped him, and he had been thinking the whole time. The only thing he could think was to hurry and beat Snape to it. Surely there would be some indication that the walls were about to move, and when Harry learned it he would be able to avoid such a problem as before. He looked around him. This time there was a path in front of him as well as to either side, as there hadn't been one before, and it led furthest away from where he was at the moment and nearer to where he wanted to be.

He stared ahead of him, if the distance between him and where he wanted to be was nothing, then technically it would take no time to walk, or so he reasoned. However, you couldn't walk straight to the other side of the walls, because you might get stuck inside the middle of one, which would cause a lot of trouble. No… if however he could see that there was nothing in the way there didn't seem to be anything stopping him trandescending the space instantaneously, and at the end of the day it was what Harry thought that counts.

As if his mind dictated his physical movement, he moved. Admittedly it did always control his movement, except not in this same sense. The only people who's limbs didn't move according to their brains were Crabbe and Goyle, but then that might be different if they actually had a brain to do the thinking in the first place. With a simple thought of where he wanted to be he managed to instantaneously skip the distance in between the location and where he was currently stood. The only time he stopped was so that he could look down the turnings and decide whether or not to take them.

"Hopefully Snape won't be able to trace me as well." Harry thought as he flashed onwards. The changing of his mental defences must take some time and effort so as long as I don't stay in one place for to long, he shouldn't be able to trap me. It was good in theory but as Harry continued on he found it didn't quite work as he had planned. He came to a junction, to see the turning on his right was closing up, a wall growing out f the ground and stretching up. He saw similar things as he carried on. Clearly his path was being tracked more carefully than he thought.

Increasingly often Harry was having to jump over walls that had started to emerge from in front of him. At one point Harry actually tripped over the top of a wall as it appeared beneath his feet. "Damn." Harry cursed to himself. Unless he either changed his tactic or was very close to the end then he wasn't going to be able to make it. He took a left followed by a forward followed by a path which snaked backwards and forwards several times before opening up again.

As Harry reached the end he saw the wall closing up in front of him. Undoubtedly his exit behind him had been sealed and so Harry did the only thing he could. He jumped. He caught onto the wall just as it rose above his head, and feet dangling, hanging for life, or whatever it was that would get very hurt from falling, he began to pull himself up

It rose quickly and as Harry saw the path below him he realised just how high the walls really were, the answer was much higher than he had hoped, because it did seem that without a ladder there would be no way of getting back down, even if he could get to the end. He looked down on the maze and the paths all twisting and running along next to each other, from up here he could probably jump over some of the thinner gaps, and move between rows. Also it was easier to see where there was a dead end, because some passageways which looked quite good to go down, turned off and then stopped three feet later. Harry began cautiously walking along the bricks. For some reason they didn't feel as solid as they should do, although when your fifty feet in the air on something two foot wide, there are probably very few things which seem solid, other than the ground below.

Harry walked a corner, and saw that if he jumped diagonally then he could probably make it to the other wall, and that seemed to run in the direction he wanted for a long time. However only thinking you can probably do something, and risking your life for it can, be very different things, and if you are sane then they should always be different. What if he fell short? Would he plummet down and land with a bump, none the worse for wear? Or would he plummet into the hard stone floor below him with a lot of sound. First there would be a whistling sound that got lower and lower in pitch until there was a loud splat sound, as his body became either several feet wide, or he sunk a meter into the ground.

Harry hoped for something like a bungee chord or a parachute, something he could use to jump without fearing for his life. He wished he had asked what would happen if he injured himself, but then when your running along a simple maze you don't expect to be making life threatening decisions. He felt his nose, which still ached a bit from bashing into the wall earlier, and he decided that he didn't want to fall after all. Nut as he looked round it was either go off where he didn't want to go, or risk the jump.  After all it was probably no more than two meters. Probably.

He took several steps back to where he had come from, turned round and looked at the gap ahead of him. With the best run up he could manage from the thin wall itself. His legs pounded furiously against the stone and as he reached the corner he carefully angled his foot so that instead of flying straight forwards, he could push off at an angle and go diagonally instead. This plan sort of worked, but at the same time didn't. If Harry were in a film he would no doubt land with his fingertips gripping, and pull himself up with freakish strength that few people without harnesses possess.

NO, instead Harry made the jump, except in a way he made it to well. He hadn't managed to push off as hard as he had hoped, and so he actually didn't fly off at a forty-five degree angle like he had hoped. Instead he flew off at about thirty degrees, and so his jump was longer, and also it meant rather than having a nice corner to land on, he found his feet coming into contact with the thin stone wall where he stumbled forward trying to sow down, and ended up balancing on the very edge, pivoting over the drop.

If a gust of wind came along or a well-timed bird landed on his shoulder he undoubtedly would have fallen. However Severus' mind wasn't nice enough to have birds. No it would probably have bats instead. However Harry didn't see any bats, and the wind didn't come along, yet. He waved his arms in small circles as he tried to will himself up into a balanced position. With one desperate attempt, the kind that you never expect to work but try anyway, Harry's gave a large blow. Slowly, as if it was considering not happening, Harry began to edge back a fraction of inch, to a safe standing position. With lots more frantic puffing and a bit of help from the deranged physics of Snape's mind Harry managed to gain his balance again, and slumped down onto his hands and knees as he got his breath back and gave his heart chance to recover.

Once he had got his breath back, ad his nerves had settled down Harry looked round. All he had to do was walk forwards for a long time and he would be much further on. Hopefully when he got there, there would be some way to get down, because Harry wasn't to keen on the idea of jumping. He set off along the top of the wall, but after taking two steps he suddenly felt his foot slip out from under him as several bricks gave way under his weight. Harry quickly flung himself flat against it and clung on, with his eyes closed, waiting to see if anymore would fall. They didn't but as he listened carefully, it almost seemed as if he could hear a snickering. As if Snape was laughing at him.

Harry stood up and tried to look brave. Maybe it was his imagination, but if Snape could see him then Harry didn't want to be caught looking scared. He looked ahead of him and realised if the whole wall was crumbly, or if Snape could choose to make it crumble at random, then the chance of making it to the end was going to be pretty slim. He gingerly put a foot forwards to test if it was safe. It seemed fairly safe, and so he moved forward.
"One step down. About one thousand to go." He said to himself as he tried to make it sound simpler than it was.

He could probably have just imagined himself moving from one place to the other as he had on the ground, except that it seemed a bit risky, should he accidentally appear a few feet to one side. Also he didn't get much chance to think about doing this, because a few seconds later a gust of wind started blowing. At first it just seemed like a little gust, the sort that blows along tumble weed in tense situations. However, it quickly became apparent to Harry that this was no ordinary wind, this was mental wind. It quickly picked up speed until within the space of a few moments it was blowing with full gale force. Harry put his legs a bit further apart so he had better balance, because it seemed quite possible that if he wasn't at the height of his awareness.

Eventually it reached such a point that Harry had to lean right forwards just so the wind didn't blow him off the top of the wall.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily." Harry yelled. If it was Snape making the wind, then it was Snape who could hear him. Harry was quite shocked when he hear Snape's voice reply back to him.
"Oh really? I think I will." And with that the wind stopped, and Harry suddenly found himself leaning very far over a wall, with no way back. Harry looked down below him, and did a quick sum of how likely he was to land unharmed.
"Oh bugga!"

Harry felt himself falling down towards the ground. Several thoughts ran through his mind, most f which were not at all helpful in saving him from whatever fate was on the ground. However one though was there. If Harry could manipulate the properties of things and make a swamp disappear, then surely it would be possible to make something as well. He could make himself a parachute. Harry had closed his eyes already; he imagined it would make the whole thing less painful.

With all his concentration he tried to focus on the fact that would allow him to materialize a parachute and break his fall. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to think of something I actually understand, Harry thought later on, because a parachute is certainly not the simplest of items. However as he failed to slow, he learned on important fact. You could take something out of someone's mind, but one thing you couldn't do was put things in. If Snape didn't want a parachute to be there then he wouldn't allow it, and if he didn't want Harry to have a broom stick and simply fly over the whole thing, then that also was out of bounds. Harry, with no parachute, continued to fall

The impact should have hit by now, and it would have, if it hadn't been for the intervention of a mind at work. It wasn't Harry that did it. It was Snape. Harry felt his clothes wiping around him as he fell, except for some reason he just continued to fall. He dared open his eyes after another five seconds of falling, and found to his pleasant surprise that he was not actually falling at all. He was floating about three feet in the air as a strong updraft held him suspended.

Harry wasn't aware it had come from, but he was fairly certain it was Snape who had placed it there, and decided to take it away. Any kind person would have gently lessened the wind until Harry was gently lying on the ground, but Snape wasn't any person. No Snape had a bitter category of his own, away from normal people. Instead he simply stopped it, and Harry slammed down onto the ground. His head thudded painfully on the dirty cobbles and the colours swam in front of his eyes.

For a brief moment all of Harry's thoughts that he had been maintaining in some section of his mind disappeared. He quickly found that with out their perfect friction he relied on the pulling force quickly returned. He gave his head a shake and quickly called back all his thoughts and reasoning which he depended on to advance through the maze Snape had concocted so cunningly. As Harry looked round he noticed that although he had fallen, he had actually fallen onto the side of the wall he wanted to be, for just like the wall next to it, it ran straight down for a long time.

Harry needed to be fast because although long passageways made life easier, it also took him a bit longer to travel along, and where Snape was concerned he only needed a fraction of a second to batter you round the head with the bastard stick. Harry focused as far ahead as he could see, which wasn't all the way, due to the gloom and fog, which seemed to hang about. With a quick flash he advanced down, and looked behind him to see a wall shoot right out of the ground, so close behind him that it brushed against his robes. Harry looked ahead again. He was close. He could almost taste it. It tasted of cabbage.

Harry looked ahead of him, and in the distance, so far that it was possible not to really see it, but just imagine it, the wall stopped, and there was a faint blue glow. Harry put to fingers to his forehead and with a flash he moved to the end of the passage, and to the end of the maze. As he looked round he dared not believe it, he had done it, He had beaten Snape's mental defences and all that stood in front of him was large open space, to an extent. It seemed large, and depending on the context you were talking about, it was large, probably about the size of the great hall.

Some way to his left and right several other passages seemed to lead to the same area he was standing in. A wall on either side, in the far sides of the maze, continued on and curved round so that they formed the large semi circle that Harry was stood in. He looked round for the source of blue light that he had seen twice now, and spotted it almost immediately. His eyes seemed almost magically drawn to it (which they probably were.) and even though he wanted move forwards so that Snape couldn't try some last minute tricks, he remained stood, staring at it.

Admittedly he couldn't pinpoint what was so fascinating about the sight of the wooden door at the far side of the opening. But, as the light poured from the edges of the door, he knew that whatever was behind it would be interesting, very interesting. He took a few steps forward, as he continued staring. He also knew what was behind the door. Every bit of knowledge and every memory that Snape possessed was hidden behind the door. As he managed to tear his eyes away and walk closer he examined the area he was in again. He noticed that the closer to the door the walls got, the darker and grimier they seemed to become. In fact the bricks around the door frame where so old they were actually stone, held together by a muddy mixture.

Harry cautiously reached a hand forward towards the door. He knew that this was the final stage; there was no doubt about it. No one wasted time making a mysterious looking door like this just to put old brooms in, except filch of course, who believed brooms and other cleaning equipment to be a type of religion. The door handle was a plain round one that lacked any form of elegance.

It wasn't shiny and didn't have intricate engravings round the side, all it was, was an old dull looking wood, that seemed like it was in need of several years of polishing before it would be presentable on any kind or real door. Some ivy seemed to have started climbing up the base of the door, and wrapped itself round the door handle, which indicated it was a very long time indeed since anyone had forced their way in.

Harry clasped his hand around it, only to draw it back straight away. He hadn't felt anything like it before, but a painful sensation passed through his body. It was a mixture of fire and lightning, that tingled his body whilst bubbling at his flesh, there was also the subtle aftertaste of biting cold. Harry was just checking that he hadn't actually been hurt in any real way when a plaque appeared on the door. It merged out of the wood, and in the same dull colour as the handle, it became a solid object. Harry watched as black engraved letters started appearing on it.
"I don't think you should try that again Potter"

Harry looked at the message and sighed to himself. Snape probably thought it was big and impressive, but as Harry had learned from living such an eventful life, if you want something to be impressive it needs to be big and shiny, a bit like Madam Maxines prom dress, which was often confused for a royal marquee. Harry glared at the door calculatingly. There must be a way in, maybe he didn't need to use the door handle.

Harry had to admit the door didn't look that strong, a few well placed blows and it would probably fall of its hinges. Harry took a few large steps backwards, and with one quick calculation at the best place to ram it, he charged forwards. (The last thing he wanted to do was ram the door handle, and end up doing himself a mischief.)

Harry ran forwards and did a jump as his body slammed against the door. He wasn't entirely sure how it happened, because it happened awfully fast, but the door remained firmly stood and Harry found himself being flung several meters back. He groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, and dusted down his robes. As he looked at the door he cursed, he was sure it would work, or at the very least damage it enough so the next attempt would work.

He walked back up to the door to examine it more closely. Perhaps there was something he had missed. However as he looked at the message on the door, it had changed and now it read
Tut tut. You really thought that would work? Try some manners.
Harry considered this for a moment, and in the end reached forwards and knocked on the door. He wouldn't have believed it to work if he hadn't seen it happen at Azkaban. However to his surprise again it didn't work. Instead the writing faded and was replaced with a third message.
No one's home

Harry grinned as he read this.

"Yeah I guessed that when you stared vacantly and started dribbling in lessons." He said allowed. Immediately the text in front of him changed.

Oh my aren't you funny Potter. You're like a big funny clown. I wish I were as funny s you. I really do. You hero.

Harry read it and smiled to himself. He could image Snape's face, not that he wanted to, but he could, and Snape wasn't laughing. However as he laughed to himself he hadn't been thinking about some of the other important things, such as the fact that he was still in Snape's mind.

Harry should have noticed the walls around him growing closer, but he didn't, not until one sprang up in front of him and blocked him from accessing the door. He spun round immediately, only to find that he was trapped, as before, between four close walls. Still, this time Harry wasn't prepared top give up so easily. Knowing that the door and the goal to it all was just a meter away. Perhaps he could somehow climb higher. If he really concentrated there had to be some way out. Still if there was Hary wasn't about to discover it now, as a plaque, just like the one that was on the door, appeared infront of him. Once again the writing appeared, and it said a message which Harry didn't like the sound of.

Don't look down.

Harry probably wouldn't have looked down, but the message saying it was basically forcing him to. It was like pushing the big red button in front of someone and then turning your back. Harry very slowly, lowered his gaze so that he was staring at the space floor below him. He expected to see something horrible, but all he was met by was the floor that was becoming so familiar to him. Its usual old cobbled stones, its thick layer of mental grime, and of course the not so usual dark spot which had appeared in the middle.

Harry stared at it questioningly, almost daring it to do what it was thinking. It began to grow. Now the problem was that Harry was afraid of touching the black spot in the ground, truth be told it could be a very localised black hole, and the last thing Harry wanted was to fall through it and get thrown into the distant future and meet up with a race of monkey people who all mysteriously speak English.

But as the seconds past, Harry soon became aware that he wasn't going to have much of a choice, because when your in a small box, you generally can't run for very long, unless you run like Wilbert Thistle Bottom, the oldest wizard alive who moved so slowly he could walk for four days and only just have walked from his bed to the corner where he kept his slippers. As any wizened wizard knows it is very improper to walk around without slippers.

The black hole hit the sides of the wall, leaving only a small amount in the corners remaining, and that small amount continued to diminish. Just seconds before it became blatantly obvious Harry managed to conclude that in actual fact the black spot that was replacing the ground, was a very distinct lack of ground. Also he knew that the hole was very deep. He could tell this because of how black it was. It was actually so deep that light had yet to reach the bottom and reflect back, and this is why it was so dark.

One second past, then another, and then the floor was gone. Harry looked below him as he floated in mid air for a second, and for a brief moment he actually thought it was some kind of trick, then the gravity kicked in and he started to fall. Harry frantically made to grab the walls, but they were smooth and lacked any ivy or indents which would allow him to obtain a decent grip. Quickly the stone all around him rose up as he sunk down into the dark depths of the black bottomless pit of Snape's mind. Harry's limbs flayed in all directions, hoping to find something to stop himself falling, although at this point he was going far to fast to be able to stop anyway.

Blackness consumed him and gradually the small circle of light above him shrunk and disappeared into a dot that was lost with a blink of an eye. Harry was just about to cry out for help of some kind, when he felt a sensation. The vaguest of tingling that ended as briefly as it had started. In a flash everything around him had gone, or at least the darkness had, because that was all he could see. Harry's eyes were met with familiar and relieving images of the classroom and Snape. In an instant the sudden falling sensation took its toll on him and Harry fell straight to his knees with a painful thud. He rubbed then gingerly as he cursed to himself. He had failed, again.