This is the second part of my second fic. I've gotten some good feedback. THANK YOU!
All Characters belong to the wonderful creator, J. K. Rowling. We love you, J. K. !
center
Harry cautiously got up and began to walk toward Snape's desk. It was cluttered with lots of things; wrappers, potion bottles, and even three special looking wands. One was so small he could barely see it, and the other was very large. He looked at them curiously.
"What is it Potter?" Snape asked cruelly.
"Um...ah...Professor..... I don't feel to well....I hope you don't mind...if....I.....ah go to the....ah...to see...Madam...Pomfrey?" Harry stammered. Snape glanced at him, and looked at him cock eyed.
"I suppose....you do look quite sick." To Harry's amazement Snape wrote him a pass and excused him without even another look. Did he really look that bad?
When he arrived in the Ward, Madam Pomfrey came over to him immediately.
"My dear boy! You should have come sooner. Look at you! You look terrible!" she said with concern. Harry was becoming quite scared now. He walked over to the large mirror over her desk. He looked quite normal to himself; not at all pale and sick looking. He shrugged and went to lay down on the bed. It was cold and hard, but he was more tired than he thought, because he felt right asleep.
"Yes. Look at him. You don't think this has anything to do with You-Know-Who?"
"Well Poppy, I'm not sure. Something's not right. I'll need to talk to him."
"No right now Headmaster! I'm sorry, but the boy is very sick, and in a fragile state. He's sleeping so peacefully!"
"All right."
Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey we having a discussion when Harry awoke. He pretended to be asleep; he wanted to hear all of it. He guessed this was the time to wake up now. He wanted to tell Dumbledore something's.
"I'm awake now. I'll talk with you Professor." Harry mumbled. Madam Pomfrey looked absolutely disturbed, but she let Harry go up with Dumbledore to his "office".
*
"So you don't know why you are sick? And you look fine to yourself in the mirror, eh? Well, Harry, this just doesn't make much sense."
Harry paused. He had been having weird dreams again. This time, Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy had been trying to find out ways to get into the castle.
"We can go through Hogsmeade. We can use the tunnel from the Shrieking Shack." Lucius had said evily.
"I thought I told you to be quiet Malfoy. We'll have Potter soon enough. Dumbledore has been going regularly to the Ministry of Magic, and the next time he's gone...." Voldemort smiled. They continued to talk about cruel ways to torture and punish Harry. Harry shivered.
"Ah Harry? Are you still with me?" Dumbledore asked, smiling.
"Well, Professor, I've been having dreams again. Terrible dreams. With Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort planning my death. They were talking about going through Hogsmeade...and coming when you were gone." Harry breathed. It was a great feeling to get that off his chest.
"Harry, you should have told me this before. This explains a lot. Yes, a lot."
Harry watched Dumbledore think and ponder it over. He didn't see how they could be related. Then, Dumbledore looked at him, and frowned.
"I believe Harry, that there's a part of him inside you, and it's destroying itself."
*
How's that? Okay, or not up to what you wanted? Well, there's more to come!
All Characters belong to the wonderful creator, J. K. Rowling. We love you, J. K. !
center
Harry cautiously got up and began to walk toward Snape's desk. It was cluttered with lots of things; wrappers, potion bottles, and even three special looking wands. One was so small he could barely see it, and the other was very large. He looked at them curiously.
"What is it Potter?" Snape asked cruelly.
"Um...ah...Professor..... I don't feel to well....I hope you don't mind...if....I.....ah go to the....ah...to see...Madam...Pomfrey?" Harry stammered. Snape glanced at him, and looked at him cock eyed.
"I suppose....you do look quite sick." To Harry's amazement Snape wrote him a pass and excused him without even another look. Did he really look that bad?
When he arrived in the Ward, Madam Pomfrey came over to him immediately.
"My dear boy! You should have come sooner. Look at you! You look terrible!" she said with concern. Harry was becoming quite scared now. He walked over to the large mirror over her desk. He looked quite normal to himself; not at all pale and sick looking. He shrugged and went to lay down on the bed. It was cold and hard, but he was more tired than he thought, because he felt right asleep.
"Yes. Look at him. You don't think this has anything to do with You-Know-Who?"
"Well Poppy, I'm not sure. Something's not right. I'll need to talk to him."
"No right now Headmaster! I'm sorry, but the boy is very sick, and in a fragile state. He's sleeping so peacefully!"
"All right."
Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey we having a discussion when Harry awoke. He pretended to be asleep; he wanted to hear all of it. He guessed this was the time to wake up now. He wanted to tell Dumbledore something's.
"I'm awake now. I'll talk with you Professor." Harry mumbled. Madam Pomfrey looked absolutely disturbed, but she let Harry go up with Dumbledore to his "office".
*
"So you don't know why you are sick? And you look fine to yourself in the mirror, eh? Well, Harry, this just doesn't make much sense."
Harry paused. He had been having weird dreams again. This time, Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy had been trying to find out ways to get into the castle.
"We can go through Hogsmeade. We can use the tunnel from the Shrieking Shack." Lucius had said evily.
"I thought I told you to be quiet Malfoy. We'll have Potter soon enough. Dumbledore has been going regularly to the Ministry of Magic, and the next time he's gone...." Voldemort smiled. They continued to talk about cruel ways to torture and punish Harry. Harry shivered.
"Ah Harry? Are you still with me?" Dumbledore asked, smiling.
"Well, Professor, I've been having dreams again. Terrible dreams. With Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort planning my death. They were talking about going through Hogsmeade...and coming when you were gone." Harry breathed. It was a great feeling to get that off his chest.
"Harry, you should have told me this before. This explains a lot. Yes, a lot."
Harry watched Dumbledore think and ponder it over. He didn't see how they could be related. Then, Dumbledore looked at him, and frowned.
"I believe Harry, that there's a part of him inside you, and it's destroying itself."
*
How's that? Okay, or not up to what you wanted? Well, there's more to come!