© Besnaped.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. Written in response to Severitus' challenge.
A/N: I either need a beta, or all you readers to point out my mistakes for me to correct. Huge big enormous thanks to Ariana Deralte for betaing my English in her reviews!
A/N: What about the Star Wars allusion in the previous chapter, I must confess, yes, I was kinda inspired by Darth Vader. But I haven't known that myself till I finished the chapter. I had it all planned much less abrupt. AS HAD SNAPE. He might muse on that in chapter 8. Soon.
A/N: Guys! I'm so excited with your kind reviews! Keep posting them and I might even follow your example and turn a nicer person myself! I love you guys! I DEDICATE MY WRITING TO MY READERS, yeah! Hope you keep liking it.
Chapter 3. Not Truth or Dare again?!
Harry awoke to the sensation of Madame Pomfrey slapping him ever so gently on his hands, to the pleasant smell of chocolate coming from the steaming mug on the desk in front of him, and to the realisation that he STILL was NOT waking up in his bed but coming out of shock in the Professor Snape's office. His head snapped around, eyes scanning for said professor. Snape has retreated to the faraway corner of the room and his pose held a mark of uncertainty, as though he were afraid of coming out of his corner, of approaching the nurse. Of disturbing Harry further perhaps?
Eyes wider than ever before, Harry let Madame Pomfrey throw back his head and pour the hot chocolate down his throat.
"Really, Severus," she snapped. "You are going to end up killing some student with fright! I am reporting this to the Headmaster. Are you feeling ready to walk, Mr. Potter?"
Harry shook his head frantically.
"No? Do you need another moment? Can you talk?" Madame Pomfrey has bent upon him and was now squinting straight into his pupils.
"I will stay," his voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'll stay here," he repeated a bit stronger seeing the disbelief in nurse's eyes.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow that. Given your reaction to whatever this man did to you, you need to be removed from the origin of your stress, unless we want your emotional state to worsen. You are obviously still in shock and are either not yet fully aware of the situation or blatantly afraid. Now, let's get you out of here to some place more pleasant." She sounded adamant, but at the last words her voice softened and she took Harry by an elbow, tugging him from the chair.
Harry pulled back, resisting the tug. "No, it's all right, Madame Pomfrey! I'm fine, seriously," he protested finding his voice in an effort to sound normal.
"Harry! You are not making sense!" she bristled. "I cannot just leave you here and allow this man to continue his abuse!"
Harry turned over to look at Snape. Professor's eyes were closed shut. Sensing Harry's questioning stare he opened his eyes and spoke in a distinctly strained tone. "It's all right, Harry. Maybe you should go with Madame Pomfrey."
Harry was beside himself with indignation. "You said you'd help me cope! And when I choose the truth you just spring the news on me and want me go away!" Tears were streaming down his face.
Snape tore himself form the corner and towards Harry. Pushing Pomfrey's hands away and ignoring her shrieks, he was now on his knees silently holding in tight embrace the trembling form of his son, not hearing anything but the sobs of the distressed child in his arms. "I choose the truth," Harry was mumbling, "I choose the truth."
A/N: May be a little short? But don't worry, the next update shouldn't take long.
A/N: All corrections, suggestions and comments are welcomed and begged for. Thanks for reading! And I simply love you for reviewing!
P.S.: Read my other stuff too, will ya?
© Besnaped.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. Written in response to Severitus' challenge.
A/N: I either need a beta, or all you readers to point out my mistakes for me to correct. Huge big enormous thanks to Ariana Deralte for betaing my English in her reviews!
A/N: What about the Star Wars allusion in the previous chapter, I must confess, yes, I was kinda inspired by Darth Vader. But I haven't known that myself till I finished the chapter. I had it all planned much less abrupt. AS HAD SNAPE. He might muse on that in chapter 8. Soon.
A/N: Guys! I'm so excited with your kind reviews! Keep posting them and I might even follow your example and turn a nicer person myself! I love you guys! I DEDICATE MY WRITING TO MY READERS, yeah! Hope you keep liking it.
Chapter 3. Not Truth or Dare again?!
Harry awoke to the sensation of Madame Pomfrey slapping him ever so gently on his hands, to the pleasant smell of chocolate coming from the steaming mug on the desk in front of him, and to the realisation that he STILL was NOT waking up in his bed but coming out of shock in the Professor Snape's office. His head snapped around, eyes scanning for said professor. Snape has retreated to the faraway corner of the room and his pose held a mark of uncertainty, as though he were afraid of coming out of his corner, of approaching the nurse. Of disturbing Harry further perhaps?
Eyes wider than ever before, Harry let Madame Pomfrey throw back his head and pour the hot chocolate down his throat.
"Really, Severus," she snapped. "You are going to end up killing some student with fright! I am reporting this to the Headmaster. Are you feeling ready to walk, Mr. Potter?"
Harry shook his head frantically.
"No? Do you need another moment? Can you talk?" Madame Pomfrey has bent upon him and was now squinting straight into his pupils.
"I will stay," his voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'll stay here," he repeated a bit stronger seeing the disbelief in nurse's eyes.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow that. Given your reaction to whatever this man did to you, you need to be removed from the origin of your stress, unless we want your emotional state to worsen. You are obviously still in shock and are either not yet fully aware of the situation or blatantly afraid. Now, let's get you out of here to some place more pleasant." She sounded adamant, but at the last words her voice softened and she took Harry by an elbow, tugging him from the chair.
Harry pulled back, resisting the tug. "No, it's all right, Madame Pomfrey! I'm fine, seriously," he protested finding his voice in an effort to sound normal.
"Harry! You are not making sense!" she bristled. "I cannot just leave you here and allow this man to continue his abuse!"
Harry turned over to look at Snape. Professor's eyes were closed shut. Sensing Harry's questioning stare he opened his eyes and spoke in a distinctly strained tone. "It's all right, Harry. Maybe you should go with Madame Pomfrey."
Harry was beside himself with indignation. "You said you'd help me cope! And when I choose the truth you just spring the news on me and want me go away!" Tears were streaming down his face.
Snape tore himself form the corner and towards Harry. Pushing Pomfrey's hands away and ignoring her shrieks, he was now on his knees silently holding in tight embrace the trembling form of his son, not hearing anything but the sobs of the distressed child in his arms. "I choose the truth," Harry was mumbling, "I choose the truth."
A/N: May be a little short? But don't worry, the next update shouldn't take long.
A/N: All corrections, suggestions and comments are welcomed and begged for. Thanks for reading! And I simply love you for reviewing!
P.S.: Read my other stuff too, will ya?
© Besnaped.