Snape's attack???!!???
Chapter 3.
Harry's frail form lay limply on the comfortable bed. The room swam before his eyes, and he felt like he was floating, although he could feel the soft mattress beneath his heavy limbs a strange feeling of weightlessness surrounded him. Harry tried firmly to hold on to the lingering picture, that was still a blur. He knew he wasn't at the Dursleys, as his uncle wouldn't have cared as much as to have taken him to hospital, or worse Hogwarts. Then a sense of realness hit Harry sharply. Sirius! He was going to live with Sirius, where was his godfather, where had he suddenly vanished to? Harry sat up quickly, forcing away the constant swell of agony that tried forcibly to claim him.
* * *
He looked around the room from each of the concerned faces to his godfather. His stomach wretched and his head ached. The room swirled as he swayed in a circular fashion, he leant forward to get up and rush to the bathroom, a routine that he was more than familiar with. A restraining hand held him back as clutched his chest gasping for breaths, all his strength left him, and he had no choice but to give in to the inevitable. Snape led the boy back down and fed him yet more potions, of which he had concocted rather expertly before hand, well that's what he thought, he smirked to himself and praised his own expertise in his solitary mind. Snape was still praising his own efforts when Harry spluttered and coughed up the only fluid inside of him, all over his potion masters robes. If Harry had the strength he would have laughed along with Sirius and professor Dumbledore. Snape glared at the two imbeciles and almost spat venom when he retaliated;
" Even in unconsciousness the boy has a habit of causing a scene, and a troublesome one at that. But then I suppose he learns that sort of thing from the only supposed role model he has; Sirius! "
Snape spat out each word with resentment and hate. At this bait Sirius lunged forward he wasn't any good at magic but he could throw his weight around when he wanted to. Dumbledore put a gentle hand on Sirius' shoulder and held him back. " Gentlemen, we must remember that we are in the presence of a young child, whether he is conscious or not, it is not what we want our youth to see or hear "
Sirius immediately held back and nodded in agreement. Snape however was not as impressed at this little speech, but somehow felt that maybe Harry would be better off with him. He would get all the care and attention he needed and he would never in his life treat the boy with as much hatred as those so called relatives treated him. Then he remembered he was the potions master his duty as Slytherin's head of house to keep Gryffindor in its place, also the boy who lived his duty not only to the wizarding world but to Dumbledore was to sneer at the boy in his moment of weakness, to treat the boy like dirt when around other students so many Slytherin's fathers were death eaters and were jealous of Snapes superiority, he could not let this charade slip, he must stay strong and ignore his own regrets and wishes.
* * *
Harry soon awoke in an enormous amount of agony but was soon relieved of his burden when administered his pain relief. He felt rather embarrassed by what had happened, especially when so many people were concerned. Harry was okay he pulled through, at least he usually did. He wasn't sure if he wanted to live through any more. Why was life so harsh? Why couldn't he be granted one moment of sheer joy and happiness? Was it all worth it? Really? Why go through all this anxiety, pain, and anguish, when something much better was awaiting him. His parents! Harry was soon brought out of his train of thought. Sirius was hopping about the room in anticipation:
" Will he be up to it? Are you sure that he won't collapse again? I don't want to cause him any more unnecessary pain. "
Harry looked around the room cautiously, every one was assuring Sirius that Harry wasn't going to drop dead at the slightest touch. The only person that was actually paying attention to Harry was Snape. Professor Severus Snape. This unhinged Harry a bit. He seemed to be watching Harry's every move intently, and every crease in his face was etched with concern. He stood silently in the shadowy corner of the far wall and stared silently at Harry's pale form. Harry felt uneasy and embarrassed. More so embarrassed than anything, his potions master had seen him in his most vulnerable state and Harry couldn't do a thing about it. His pride and dignity was dashed. And why was this stranger, once his cruel potions master, paying such an interest to Harry, was he actually concerned about him? Was he just trying to unnerve Harry? Or was it all a front, was he really spying for Voldemort and trying to suss out Harry's weaknesses? Harry felt sick thinking about it and vowed to find out, but what was scaring Harry the most was the thought that maybe his obnoxious potions master had suddenly grown a heart and felt for Harry, but even Harry knew that it was a ludicrous idea. He must be up to something. And was he really on his side?
Chapter 3.
Harry's frail form lay limply on the comfortable bed. The room swam before his eyes, and he felt like he was floating, although he could feel the soft mattress beneath his heavy limbs a strange feeling of weightlessness surrounded him. Harry tried firmly to hold on to the lingering picture, that was still a blur. He knew he wasn't at the Dursleys, as his uncle wouldn't have cared as much as to have taken him to hospital, or worse Hogwarts. Then a sense of realness hit Harry sharply. Sirius! He was going to live with Sirius, where was his godfather, where had he suddenly vanished to? Harry sat up quickly, forcing away the constant swell of agony that tried forcibly to claim him.
* * *
He looked around the room from each of the concerned faces to his godfather. His stomach wretched and his head ached. The room swirled as he swayed in a circular fashion, he leant forward to get up and rush to the bathroom, a routine that he was more than familiar with. A restraining hand held him back as clutched his chest gasping for breaths, all his strength left him, and he had no choice but to give in to the inevitable. Snape led the boy back down and fed him yet more potions, of which he had concocted rather expertly before hand, well that's what he thought, he smirked to himself and praised his own expertise in his solitary mind. Snape was still praising his own efforts when Harry spluttered and coughed up the only fluid inside of him, all over his potion masters robes. If Harry had the strength he would have laughed along with Sirius and professor Dumbledore. Snape glared at the two imbeciles and almost spat venom when he retaliated;
" Even in unconsciousness the boy has a habit of causing a scene, and a troublesome one at that. But then I suppose he learns that sort of thing from the only supposed role model he has; Sirius! "
Snape spat out each word with resentment and hate. At this bait Sirius lunged forward he wasn't any good at magic but he could throw his weight around when he wanted to. Dumbledore put a gentle hand on Sirius' shoulder and held him back. " Gentlemen, we must remember that we are in the presence of a young child, whether he is conscious or not, it is not what we want our youth to see or hear "
Sirius immediately held back and nodded in agreement. Snape however was not as impressed at this little speech, but somehow felt that maybe Harry would be better off with him. He would get all the care and attention he needed and he would never in his life treat the boy with as much hatred as those so called relatives treated him. Then he remembered he was the potions master his duty as Slytherin's head of house to keep Gryffindor in its place, also the boy who lived his duty not only to the wizarding world but to Dumbledore was to sneer at the boy in his moment of weakness, to treat the boy like dirt when around other students so many Slytherin's fathers were death eaters and were jealous of Snapes superiority, he could not let this charade slip, he must stay strong and ignore his own regrets and wishes.
* * *
Harry soon awoke in an enormous amount of agony but was soon relieved of his burden when administered his pain relief. He felt rather embarrassed by what had happened, especially when so many people were concerned. Harry was okay he pulled through, at least he usually did. He wasn't sure if he wanted to live through any more. Why was life so harsh? Why couldn't he be granted one moment of sheer joy and happiness? Was it all worth it? Really? Why go through all this anxiety, pain, and anguish, when something much better was awaiting him. His parents! Harry was soon brought out of his train of thought. Sirius was hopping about the room in anticipation:
" Will he be up to it? Are you sure that he won't collapse again? I don't want to cause him any more unnecessary pain. "
Harry looked around the room cautiously, every one was assuring Sirius that Harry wasn't going to drop dead at the slightest touch. The only person that was actually paying attention to Harry was Snape. Professor Severus Snape. This unhinged Harry a bit. He seemed to be watching Harry's every move intently, and every crease in his face was etched with concern. He stood silently in the shadowy corner of the far wall and stared silently at Harry's pale form. Harry felt uneasy and embarrassed. More so embarrassed than anything, his potions master had seen him in his most vulnerable state and Harry couldn't do a thing about it. His pride and dignity was dashed. And why was this stranger, once his cruel potions master, paying such an interest to Harry, was he actually concerned about him? Was he just trying to unnerve Harry? Or was it all a front, was he really spying for Voldemort and trying to suss out Harry's weaknesses? Harry felt sick thinking about it and vowed to find out, but what was scaring Harry the most was the thought that maybe his obnoxious potions master had suddenly grown a heart and felt for Harry, but even Harry knew that it was a ludicrous idea. He must be up to something. And was he really on his side?