Part 4
Here he was, four or more weeks after he was returned from that place, three days after the shopping trip, three days after whatever happened that day, and two days until the rest of the Hogwarts students would arrive, the first years on their boots, scared stiff of the great, horrible test they would have to endure, or so their older siblings and fellow classmates said.
Now, he had to just open that door, if it was open. It had to be open or would be open. He had been called up here. If the door didn't open, he could always go into his big list of candy. Cockroach Clusters, chocolate frogs (he had to get some more of those), Bert Betrie Botts Every Flavor Beans (Snape had a dog-barf flavored one everyday, he was sure; he had been acting strange), muggle candy... Harry's stomas grumbled. Snape would not allow any candy in his quarters, and for some reason that Harry would ask for today, he was still sleeping down there.
"Well, I invited you, and you're here, so maybe you, and I, should go in. Shall we?" Dumbledore grinned down at him, a Betrie Botts bean going into the mouth, which soon became a grimace. "Ah, green-puke, and I thought it was lime. All well, Smarties."
With the last word, the door opened for the delicious candy*. Dumbledore ushered him in and into a comfy chair with a pat on his back and a warm smile.
The arm of the chair caught his attention quite splendidly as he waited for Dumbledore to sit down and talk about why he was here. His finger dragged against the smooth leather, the red colour of blood of a bleeding corpse or a pregnant woman with a baby tearing its mother apart as it pushed out to freedom.
"Two more days until your friends arrive. Yes, only two more. Of course, you already know that, unless Snape has been keeping you death and blind down there in his dungeon. Is he? Oh, you've been walking around the school somewhat, haven't you? Then he hasn't. Well, we should get to the main point of the discussion now, shouldn't we? Let's see, oh yes. Its two days until the Hogwarts express will pick up all the little children to come to this grand school and get scared stiff by Snape, and delighted by the food unless they are grumbling little kids with tough tastes."
"Um, Headmaster, why did you call me?"
"Oh yes, the reason you are here. We wonder if you want to go on Hogwarts Express to be with your friends. Do you?"
"Yes," he said a bit shrilly. This summer could be a bit normal this way. He wouldn't need to make up a fake nothing because he couldn't remember what happened during his disappearance or actually say anything about the summer. The only problem would be explaining it to Hermione and Ron, but he could bluff that easier. He could say he was shopping with Snape because the Durselys*.... Where were the Durselys now? He had just disappeared one day without their knowledge or consent, hopefully. Maybe they hadn't even noticed.
"What happened to the Durselys?"
"You won't be going to live with them for this. I'll let Snape have the pleasure of taking you, and the luggage already gotten from the Durselys, to the train station. I'm sure he will have so much fun, and if he brings his new pets, even more fun."
Snape had new pets? That must have been what was in the room he would not allow Harry near. He had thought the sometimes-crashing sound was a magical beast that Snape was planning to kill annoying first years with. Maybe it still was one.
"That sounds great."
They said their goodbyes and such before Harry left. Happy day, he would see his friends soon.
Dumbledore had never said anything about how the Durselys were. Probably because they were fine, right?
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*Not American smarties. English smarties. Sorta like M&Ms but tastier. *Licks lips* I haven't had them in sooo long...
*Spelling?
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"Harry!" A shout. Then a hug of six arms circling three waists. A peck on the cheek from the girl, a fake peck from the boy. And then the horror. A giant, deadly, orange fur ball jumped out of a bag and attacked. The fur ball failed and landed in arms that began petting it and telling it its cuteness.
"Harry!" Harry looked up, his hand running, petting warm fur. Why were his friends yelling at him? "You're petting Crookshanks."
The cat landed on the floor, under the shocked, green eyes. What the freak had he been doing? The second time this week.
"Well, now I'm not. Let's go get some snacks. On me."
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"Pass me some braid, will you Harry," said Ron, mouth already half full with a chicken. On the train, they had so many candies. He already ate three plates of food since the sorting ceremony. How could Ron eat so much? It wasn't like they were growing boys or anything like that. They were growing people.
Harry wasn't eating right now. His stomach was feeling just bad, and it was going from bad to worse as the time went by and the food disappeared.
Bang.
Either someone had just done a spell, or Fred and George had tricked someone, or the Great Hall's doors had been slammed open. Choose C it was. Everyone's eyes had turned toward the doors after looking everywhere but the last place to look.
A puffing first year half stood, leaned over as it brought air back to its lungs. Long, slightly greasy and messy hair the only thing they saw of it other than black robes.
"Snape, Lumen*?" McGonagall yelled over the then loud, now totally quiet room. The boy looked up and nodded, the Snape-like hair falling in front of his pale face. Green eyes flashed briefly from the shadows under his eyebrows.
Eyes switched from a slightly angry faced Snape and his possible son. Whispers sprung out, then a scream.
Harry Potter lay moaning on the ground, his arms wrapped around his stomach, his eyes closed tight.
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*Means eyes sorta. Looked it up in a Latin/English dictionary.
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Warning: this is down confusingly. The boy's a bit considered insane and its his thoughts.
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Mummy was hurting. She was screaming and hurting. Her voice filling his mind. Crying for help. She needed him now. He could help her. But how? Where was she?
There, on the floor, look. Screaming in life and mind, overcome. He had to help her. He was Mummy's help. But what about papa? Couldn't he help? No, no, he wasn't helping. He himself had to.
Wrapping hand around mummy, had to carry her out, blabbing about you seeming people act this way, it was a curse of yours you alone knew how to take care of. Just got to get mummy out or else they will know mummy and hate her. A bathroom, girls for mummy, go there.
There, heading in, bringing mum to safty. She needs here as she turns into her, abonding her other form. A boy tries to get in. Stop her, girl. Quick your moaning. For mummy, go stop him. Thank you.
Mummy going already? Bye-bye, see you later. Mummy looking like him again. Daddy with old man rushing in, angry face a mask with the worried face almost not a mask. Hello, hello, you here to help Mummy?
Only one of you can. But not now. You got to meet mummy again.
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Sorry about that.
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Read and review, preferably in that order.
I'm going on vacation with my computer the week of March 11th and my birthday is that day. *Grin*
Here he was, four or more weeks after he was returned from that place, three days after the shopping trip, three days after whatever happened that day, and two days until the rest of the Hogwarts students would arrive, the first years on their boots, scared stiff of the great, horrible test they would have to endure, or so their older siblings and fellow classmates said.
Now, he had to just open that door, if it was open. It had to be open or would be open. He had been called up here. If the door didn't open, he could always go into his big list of candy. Cockroach Clusters, chocolate frogs (he had to get some more of those), Bert Betrie Botts Every Flavor Beans (Snape had a dog-barf flavored one everyday, he was sure; he had been acting strange), muggle candy... Harry's stomas grumbled. Snape would not allow any candy in his quarters, and for some reason that Harry would ask for today, he was still sleeping down there.
"Well, I invited you, and you're here, so maybe you, and I, should go in. Shall we?" Dumbledore grinned down at him, a Betrie Botts bean going into the mouth, which soon became a grimace. "Ah, green-puke, and I thought it was lime. All well, Smarties."
With the last word, the door opened for the delicious candy*. Dumbledore ushered him in and into a comfy chair with a pat on his back and a warm smile.
The arm of the chair caught his attention quite splendidly as he waited for Dumbledore to sit down and talk about why he was here. His finger dragged against the smooth leather, the red colour of blood of a bleeding corpse or a pregnant woman with a baby tearing its mother apart as it pushed out to freedom.
"Two more days until your friends arrive. Yes, only two more. Of course, you already know that, unless Snape has been keeping you death and blind down there in his dungeon. Is he? Oh, you've been walking around the school somewhat, haven't you? Then he hasn't. Well, we should get to the main point of the discussion now, shouldn't we? Let's see, oh yes. Its two days until the Hogwarts express will pick up all the little children to come to this grand school and get scared stiff by Snape, and delighted by the food unless they are grumbling little kids with tough tastes."
"Um, Headmaster, why did you call me?"
"Oh yes, the reason you are here. We wonder if you want to go on Hogwarts Express to be with your friends. Do you?"
"Yes," he said a bit shrilly. This summer could be a bit normal this way. He wouldn't need to make up a fake nothing because he couldn't remember what happened during his disappearance or actually say anything about the summer. The only problem would be explaining it to Hermione and Ron, but he could bluff that easier. He could say he was shopping with Snape because the Durselys*.... Where were the Durselys now? He had just disappeared one day without their knowledge or consent, hopefully. Maybe they hadn't even noticed.
"What happened to the Durselys?"
"You won't be going to live with them for this. I'll let Snape have the pleasure of taking you, and the luggage already gotten from the Durselys, to the train station. I'm sure he will have so much fun, and if he brings his new pets, even more fun."
Snape had new pets? That must have been what was in the room he would not allow Harry near. He had thought the sometimes-crashing sound was a magical beast that Snape was planning to kill annoying first years with. Maybe it still was one.
"That sounds great."
They said their goodbyes and such before Harry left. Happy day, he would see his friends soon.
Dumbledore had never said anything about how the Durselys were. Probably because they were fine, right?
*****
*Not American smarties. English smarties. Sorta like M&Ms but tastier. *Licks lips* I haven't had them in sooo long...
*Spelling?
*****
"Harry!" A shout. Then a hug of six arms circling three waists. A peck on the cheek from the girl, a fake peck from the boy. And then the horror. A giant, deadly, orange fur ball jumped out of a bag and attacked. The fur ball failed and landed in arms that began petting it and telling it its cuteness.
"Harry!" Harry looked up, his hand running, petting warm fur. Why were his friends yelling at him? "You're petting Crookshanks."
The cat landed on the floor, under the shocked, green eyes. What the freak had he been doing? The second time this week.
"Well, now I'm not. Let's go get some snacks. On me."
*****
"Pass me some braid, will you Harry," said Ron, mouth already half full with a chicken. On the train, they had so many candies. He already ate three plates of food since the sorting ceremony. How could Ron eat so much? It wasn't like they were growing boys or anything like that. They were growing people.
Harry wasn't eating right now. His stomach was feeling just bad, and it was going from bad to worse as the time went by and the food disappeared.
Bang.
Either someone had just done a spell, or Fred and George had tricked someone, or the Great Hall's doors had been slammed open. Choose C it was. Everyone's eyes had turned toward the doors after looking everywhere but the last place to look.
A puffing first year half stood, leaned over as it brought air back to its lungs. Long, slightly greasy and messy hair the only thing they saw of it other than black robes.
"Snape, Lumen*?" McGonagall yelled over the then loud, now totally quiet room. The boy looked up and nodded, the Snape-like hair falling in front of his pale face. Green eyes flashed briefly from the shadows under his eyebrows.
Eyes switched from a slightly angry faced Snape and his possible son. Whispers sprung out, then a scream.
Harry Potter lay moaning on the ground, his arms wrapped around his stomach, his eyes closed tight.
*****
*Means eyes sorta. Looked it up in a Latin/English dictionary.
*****
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Warning: this is down confusingly. The boy's a bit considered insane and its his thoughts.
-
Mummy was hurting. She was screaming and hurting. Her voice filling his mind. Crying for help. She needed him now. He could help her. But how? Where was she?
There, on the floor, look. Screaming in life and mind, overcome. He had to help her. He was Mummy's help. But what about papa? Couldn't he help? No, no, he wasn't helping. He himself had to.
Wrapping hand around mummy, had to carry her out, blabbing about you seeming people act this way, it was a curse of yours you alone knew how to take care of. Just got to get mummy out or else they will know mummy and hate her. A bathroom, girls for mummy, go there.
There, heading in, bringing mum to safty. She needs here as she turns into her, abonding her other form. A boy tries to get in. Stop her, girl. Quick your moaning. For mummy, go stop him. Thank you.
Mummy going already? Bye-bye, see you later. Mummy looking like him again. Daddy with old man rushing in, angry face a mask with the worried face almost not a mask. Hello, hello, you here to help Mummy?
Only one of you can. But not now. You got to meet mummy again.
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Sorry about that.
-
Read and review, preferably in that order.
I'm going on vacation with my computer the week of March 11th and my birthday is that day. *Grin*