5
Snape closed his eyes. "Yes, I wonder…" he said softly.
*
Ron and Hermione walked into Hogwarts in a crowd of students.
"Urgh, my stomach hurts," Ron moaned.
"You shouldn't have eaten all that candy in Honeydukes," Hermione snapped irritably.
Ron grinned sheepishly. "Well I didn't eat ALL of it--" He jabbed a hand into his robes and pulled out a handful of Chocolate Frogs. "I saved some for Harry."
"Oh good," Hermione said. "I DO hope he's okay."
"Yeah—I wonder if he survived Snape," Rom grimaced.
They reached the Common Room. Harry wasn't there.
"Hm—maybe he took a nap, I'll go see--" Ron said and left. He returned a moment later.
"Find him?" asked Hermione anxiously.
"No," Ron muttered.
"Maybe he got lonely and went to visit Snape," Hermione suggested.
"Um—that would be a REALLY desperate act—but okay," Ron sighed.
They burst into the Potions room, but it was empty.
"That's strange--" Ron started, and then he glimpsed Hermione. Her eyes were wide and a hand was over her mouth.
"What's wro—oh, no," Ron whispered, as he saw what Hermione was staring at. Harry was lying motionless on the floor.
They rushed over. Hermione squatted down and lifted Harry head.
"Say something," she choked out in a whisper.
Harry didn't move.
Ron burst into tears.
Hermione turned his head slowly and gasped.
"What?" Ron sniffed angrily—and then he noticed the marks on Harry's neck.
"I always knew Snape was a vampire but—I—I had no IDEA he would do something like this," Hermione sobbed.
Ron lost it.
"F*** him! F*--!"
The door opened.
"I shall pretend I didn't hear that," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. Then he saw Harry. "Oh dear, sweet Merlin," he whispered. He looked up at Ron and Hermione, speechless. The twinkle in his eye was gone.
Draco opened the door.
"Where's Professor Snape?" he asked, glimpsing Dumbedore.
"Gone," Dumbledore replied coldly.
"What?—Oh, hullo Weasley. Granger. Potter," he sneered, noticing Ron, Hermione, and Harry. "Granger, I'm not even going to ask what you and Potter might be doing--"
"Harry is dead, Draco," Dumbledore said softly.
"YAY! I mean—oh noooo, Professor," Draco said sarcastically.
Dumbledore stared at him icily, heaved a heavy sigh, and snapped his fingers. Professor McGonagall's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Yes?" McGonagall asked.
"Minerva—I never thought I would have to say this again--" Dumbledore said, biting his lip. "Summon the dementors."
Snape closed his eyes. "Yes, I wonder…" he said softly.
*
Ron and Hermione walked into Hogwarts in a crowd of students.
"Urgh, my stomach hurts," Ron moaned.
"You shouldn't have eaten all that candy in Honeydukes," Hermione snapped irritably.
Ron grinned sheepishly. "Well I didn't eat ALL of it--" He jabbed a hand into his robes and pulled out a handful of Chocolate Frogs. "I saved some for Harry."
"Oh good," Hermione said. "I DO hope he's okay."
"Yeah—I wonder if he survived Snape," Rom grimaced.
They reached the Common Room. Harry wasn't there.
"Hm—maybe he took a nap, I'll go see--" Ron said and left. He returned a moment later.
"Find him?" asked Hermione anxiously.
"No," Ron muttered.
"Maybe he got lonely and went to visit Snape," Hermione suggested.
"Um—that would be a REALLY desperate act—but okay," Ron sighed.
They burst into the Potions room, but it was empty.
"That's strange--" Ron started, and then he glimpsed Hermione. Her eyes were wide and a hand was over her mouth.
"What's wro—oh, no," Ron whispered, as he saw what Hermione was staring at. Harry was lying motionless on the floor.
They rushed over. Hermione squatted down and lifted Harry head.
"Say something," she choked out in a whisper.
Harry didn't move.
Ron burst into tears.
Hermione turned his head slowly and gasped.
"What?" Ron sniffed angrily—and then he noticed the marks on Harry's neck.
"I always knew Snape was a vampire but—I—I had no IDEA he would do something like this," Hermione sobbed.
Ron lost it.
"F*** him! F*--!"
The door opened.
"I shall pretend I didn't hear that," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. Then he saw Harry. "Oh dear, sweet Merlin," he whispered. He looked up at Ron and Hermione, speechless. The twinkle in his eye was gone.
Draco opened the door.
"Where's Professor Snape?" he asked, glimpsing Dumbedore.
"Gone," Dumbledore replied coldly.
"What?—Oh, hullo Weasley. Granger. Potter," he sneered, noticing Ron, Hermione, and Harry. "Granger, I'm not even going to ask what you and Potter might be doing--"
"Harry is dead, Draco," Dumbledore said softly.
"YAY! I mean—oh noooo, Professor," Draco said sarcastically.
Dumbledore stared at him icily, heaved a heavy sigh, and snapped his fingers. Professor McGonagall's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Yes?" McGonagall asked.
"Minerva—I never thought I would have to say this again--" Dumbledore said, biting his lip. "Summon the dementors."