The Way Things Were -Part 6
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***
Harry could dimly feel someone slapping his face . He could still hear the
screams in the back of his head ... All of a sudden , his eyes flew open , and
he found himself looking up into the scared eyes of Professor McGonagall.
***
Professor McGonagall had just been instructing a normal class , preparing a
sheet for the students to copy down notes from , when she heard a funny
rasping sound from behind her. She turned around just in time to see Potter
doubled over in pain , clutching his ribs. All of a sudden , he started
wheezing , and rolled out of his chair .
"Potter !"
But he was out cold . She ran over to him ; he started twitching. Ron
stepped back.
"Where's the Dementor ?"
"What are you talking about Weasley ?"
"Professor , he only acts like the around a Dementor . That's the only time."
He was twitching more jerkily now , and crying out. Professor McGonagall
put her hand on his chest to stop him from rolling around , when -
"His ribs."
'What ?"
"His ribs. They're broken ."
'What are you talking about Mr. Weasley ?"
"Draco broke some of his ribs in Potions. He must have ... Don't touch his
chest."
"In Potions ?"
"Yeah ... he and Draco got into a fight , now Draco is in the Hospital Wing."
'Why isn't Potter there ?"
"Snape wouldn't let him."
'WHAT ?"
"I-."
"But the boy's ribs are broken ! He could have DIED !"
"I-."
But Harry's cries stopped. Everyone quieted down , waiting . Nothing
happened.
"Wake Up Harry ! Wake Up !!!!!"
The frantic Professor started to slap his face , in hopes of waking him up .
Harry looked as though he had stopped breathing. And then , all of a
sudden , his eyes flew open.
***
Draco sat in the Great Hall , thinking about what Hermione had told him -
quite unwillingly . How Harry had collapsed in Transfiguration after he had
broken all of Harry's ribs ... And how he had gone to the Hospital Wing for
nothing more than a simple broken nose , which Madame Hooch had
mended in a second ... Normally , he would be making fun of Potter ,
throwing large swooning fits , fainting every third second , milking his own
injury for all it was worth , but ... Today he felt strangely upset about it.
Almost ... guilty. A vision of Harry twitching on the floor , crying out ,
normally would have brought a smile to his face ... but today ... Who knew
what , anymore ?
***
"You wished to see me ?"
'Yes Harry , please sit down ."
Harry settled down in his chair nervously , looking at the old Headmaster.
Fawkes came and settled on his knee.
"Now Harry , some disturbing news has reached my ears. Is there anything
you would like to tell me ?"
"About what ?"
'People do not collapse in class , merely because. They collapse for
reasons."
"My ribs were puncturing my lungs !" Harry felt strangely compelled not to
tell Dumbledore about what he saw. And his urges had kept him alive. Why
choose not to trust them now ? But still ... he couldn't just , refuse ...
Dumbledore would know he was hiding something. Then again , he probably
knew already.
"I understand that. But ... Do you remember what you were seeing ?"
"No."
Dumbledore looked at him , his deep , penetrating stare that always made
Harry feel as though he could read his mind. In this case , that was bad.
"You aren't telling me the truth."
Harry didn't say anything.
"I know you saw something. I don't know why you don't want to tell me ...
Have I ever done something to make you not trust me ?"
Harry thought back to third year , what he was thinking the night of the
opening feast ... "you can't help but trust Dumbledore."
So why shouldn't he tell him ?
"No."
"Then why won't you ?"
"Fine ... I will. I saw my parent's dying ..."
"Again ? Is that all ?"
"No. I could almost tell what they were thinking. It was really weird. I saw
my mother die ... And then ... I saw ..."
'What ? You saw what ?"
"I saw my father beginning to wake up ..."
"YOU WHAT ?"
Harry jumped back. He had never seen him get so excited.
"I saw him stirring , almost to the point of -."
'I see." He was back to being calm.
"Professor ... The last time I had a ... well , vision , I guess , it had been in
fourth year , and it , well ... it was true ... Is this ?"
"No ! Of course not !"
"Yeah ... I thought so ..."
***
It hurt him so much. But I couldn't tell him. To think ... what would happen
if he knew ... But what was going on ? Surely ... someone didn't WANT him
to find out ... And surely , they couldn't have found ways to contact him ...
They would have needed help from the outside world ...
A/N : Thanx soooo much to everyone who reviewed. I have enjoyed them
so much . Thanks to Michele Black , Seeker_2000 , N.E.O , zapper , Green
Eyed Lily's Daughter , Kirst , Kelzery , Prongs , Rachel , Snow Bunny Fuzzy
Slippers , ~*Charmsangel*~ , K.I.W.I , Jan Girl , and Juliana Edwards. I
really appreciate them. Please don't flame , they will just be laughed at.
***
Harry could dimly feel someone slapping his face . He could still hear the
screams in the back of his head ... All of a sudden , his eyes flew open , and
he found himself looking up into the scared eyes of Professor McGonagall.
***
Professor McGonagall had just been instructing a normal class , preparing a
sheet for the students to copy down notes from , when she heard a funny
rasping sound from behind her. She turned around just in time to see Potter
doubled over in pain , clutching his ribs. All of a sudden , he started
wheezing , and rolled out of his chair .
"Potter !"
But he was out cold . She ran over to him ; he started twitching. Ron
stepped back.
"Where's the Dementor ?"
"What are you talking about Weasley ?"
"Professor , he only acts like the around a Dementor . That's the only time."
He was twitching more jerkily now , and crying out. Professor McGonagall
put her hand on his chest to stop him from rolling around , when -
"His ribs."
'What ?"
"His ribs. They're broken ."
'What are you talking about Mr. Weasley ?"
"Draco broke some of his ribs in Potions. He must have ... Don't touch his
chest."
"In Potions ?"
"Yeah ... he and Draco got into a fight , now Draco is in the Hospital Wing."
'Why isn't Potter there ?"
"Snape wouldn't let him."
'WHAT ?"
"I-."
"But the boy's ribs are broken ! He could have DIED !"
"I-."
But Harry's cries stopped. Everyone quieted down , waiting . Nothing
happened.
"Wake Up Harry ! Wake Up !!!!!"
The frantic Professor started to slap his face , in hopes of waking him up .
Harry looked as though he had stopped breathing. And then , all of a
sudden , his eyes flew open.
***
Draco sat in the Great Hall , thinking about what Hermione had told him -
quite unwillingly . How Harry had collapsed in Transfiguration after he had
broken all of Harry's ribs ... And how he had gone to the Hospital Wing for
nothing more than a simple broken nose , which Madame Hooch had
mended in a second ... Normally , he would be making fun of Potter ,
throwing large swooning fits , fainting every third second , milking his own
injury for all it was worth , but ... Today he felt strangely upset about it.
Almost ... guilty. A vision of Harry twitching on the floor , crying out ,
normally would have brought a smile to his face ... but today ... Who knew
what , anymore ?
***
"You wished to see me ?"
'Yes Harry , please sit down ."
Harry settled down in his chair nervously , looking at the old Headmaster.
Fawkes came and settled on his knee.
"Now Harry , some disturbing news has reached my ears. Is there anything
you would like to tell me ?"
"About what ?"
'People do not collapse in class , merely because. They collapse for
reasons."
"My ribs were puncturing my lungs !" Harry felt strangely compelled not to
tell Dumbledore about what he saw. And his urges had kept him alive. Why
choose not to trust them now ? But still ... he couldn't just , refuse ...
Dumbledore would know he was hiding something. Then again , he probably
knew already.
"I understand that. But ... Do you remember what you were seeing ?"
"No."
Dumbledore looked at him , his deep , penetrating stare that always made
Harry feel as though he could read his mind. In this case , that was bad.
"You aren't telling me the truth."
Harry didn't say anything.
"I know you saw something. I don't know why you don't want to tell me ...
Have I ever done something to make you not trust me ?"
Harry thought back to third year , what he was thinking the night of the
opening feast ... "you can't help but trust Dumbledore."
So why shouldn't he tell him ?
"No."
"Then why won't you ?"
"Fine ... I will. I saw my parent's dying ..."
"Again ? Is that all ?"
"No. I could almost tell what they were thinking. It was really weird. I saw
my mother die ... And then ... I saw ..."
'What ? You saw what ?"
"I saw my father beginning to wake up ..."
"YOU WHAT ?"
Harry jumped back. He had never seen him get so excited.
"I saw him stirring , almost to the point of -."
'I see." He was back to being calm.
"Professor ... The last time I had a ... well , vision , I guess , it had been in
fourth year , and it , well ... it was true ... Is this ?"
"No ! Of course not !"
"Yeah ... I thought so ..."
***
It hurt him so much. But I couldn't tell him. To think ... what would happen
if he knew ... But what was going on ? Surely ... someone didn't WANT him
to find out ... And surely , they couldn't have found ways to contact him ...
They would have needed help from the outside world ...