Harry Potter fanfic: Dropping in
Okay, I'm getting lots of reviews that say Snape and Harry are out of character, well
mostly Snape. Don't worry, I know this is true, so I don't mind the comments. After I
finish this fic, I hope to start another one really soon, either Harry Potter or Batman
Beyond, I haven't decided yet.
Anyway, this is the last part of the fic so I hope you like it!!!
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Dropping In
((Part Two))
((Later that day))
That night Snape let Harry sit by the fire and warm up while he looked for food. Harry
protested that Snape wouldn't be able to use his wand with his arm in a sling, but the older
man simply put up a hand to stop him, said he could manage and left out of sight.
Harry couldn't help but shiver when a sudden, cold autumn breeze came by and blew his
hair around. He drew his robes closer to his body, suddenly thankful that they were
mandatory dress at Hogwarts, with only his muggle clothes, he would have froze.
The thought of Hogwarts only made him wish more intensely that he was already there.
He thought of Hermione and Ron and wondered if they were worried about him. No, he
knew they were, in fact he figured that they were getting less sleep searching and fussing
over him. That thought made him feel a bit better.
Not too much better, but better. He missed them and that reminded him of being with the
Dursleys during the summer, another thought he didn't need at the moment. Also, the cuts
on his side and temple weren't fairing too well. He could hardly even touch either of them
without flinching and hissing in pain. He could tell that the bandages under his shirt needed
changing, but the pain made him reluctant to do it.
It didn't take long for Snape to come back. Harry, being surprised Snape had been able to
use his wand was thoroughly happy to see the Potions Master.
...Of course he would never tell him that.
They ate silently and sat quietly by the fire. They had no trouble getting to sleep that
night, with no monsters to worry about.
((Morning))
Snape, who'd been sleeping soundly despite the fact that his head had been unknowingly
resting on a rock, woke up suddenly.
After taking a moment to remember where he was, he looked up to see that Harry was
awake too. The boy was sitting up against a tree, holding a hand to his side. Blood was
seeping through his fingers, Snape didn't know how long it had been bleeding, but judging
by Harry's blank expression, it had been a while.
"Potter?" Snape said cautiously, moving slowly over to Harry. He bent down next to him
and inspected the boy.
"How do you feel?" asked Snape. When Harry looked up at him, his eyes seemed to
focus more and he put on a fake, confident smile.
"I'm just tired, Professor," Harry said. Then he saw the uncertainty in Snape's black eyes
and added, " I'll just have to take it easy today."
"Yes you will," Snape confirmed, "... Are you sure you can keep going?"
Harry winced as he got up to stand, "Yes, sir." And with that he was moving away, at the
same time thinking 'I'm just glad I have nothing to carry' and with an inward sigh
carefully stepped over a fallen tree log.
Snape sighed and began walking, only to turn quickly around and put out the fire he'd
forgotten about.
(( A few hours later))
They were going slow, way too slow. Harry was taking careful steps, gingerly hold his
side. Snape was walking even slower, making sure to stay close behind Harry.
Snape was just about to say that they should rest, when Harry suddenly tripped on a tree
root and fell forwards. Snape tried to stop his fall, but hadn't been ready in time.
Harry stuck out his arms to stop himself, but didn't have the strength, and he hit the dirt
chest first. He yelped and clutched at his side, staying on the ground.
Snape rushed forward and knelt down beside him, "Perhaps it's time to take a rest,
Potter."
"No," Harry said, " Just help me up and we can keep going."
.....That was it! If Harry was going to be some stubborn git, Snape wasn't going to take
it. After all, Harry was his student and he was the teacher! And he wasn't about to let a
student tell him he was wrong in any way, shape, or form!!!!!
"All right, Potter!" Snape yelled fiercely. He got up and walked a few paces away from
Harry, "If you truly believe you can keep going, you truly do not need my help. Get
yourself up and then I will consider letting you keep going."
Harry looked up at him with those deep emerald eyes for almost a full minute.
"I'm waiting, Mr Potter," Snape said, crossing his arms, which was basically weaving his
left arm through the sling on his right.
'Oh great', Harry thought, 'Now he's acting like the jerk he's always been.' He slowly
and shakingly pushed himself up to one knee, inhaled from the sting, then proceeded to
stand straight. He looked up at Snape, who was still watching him closely.
Suddenly his head was swimming and he felt extremely dizzy.
Snape saw Harry stagger and rushed over to his side and caught him in his arms before he
fell once again to the ground.
"Okay then, Potter," Snape said, his voice stumbling with Harry's weight. He dragged
Harry over to a tree, "Stay still or I'll Stupefy you for three years."
Harry didn't argue this time, his head was too sore and he was having trouble getting his
eyes to focus. He sat on the ground, leaning his back to the tree. He did, however, feel
slightly uncomfortable when Snape opened his robes and lifted his shirt to his shoulders to
get a good look at his side.
The bandages were soaked all the way through with blood. They also looked dirty and
Snape could see some of the blood had dried on the underside and was crusted onto the
bandage.
"Potter, these should have been changed a long time ago," Snape said, wondering why
Harry hadn't told him. He cursed under his breath, half at Harry for being such a proud
person, and half at himself for the same thing.
Harry didn't respond to what he'd said, "Just sit still, this is probably going to hurt."
The boy nodded slightly. He was ready to grit his teeth against the pain, but it was worse
than he'd expected it to be. Where the old blood had dried, the bandage had to be ripped
from his skin, it immediately started to bleed again. Harry gasped, tears welling up in his
eyes. He squeezed them shut.
Snape worked quickly taking the black material off while Harry whimpered as quietly as
possible.
As soon as it was off Snape looked closely at the cut, it was pretty clean because it had
happened quickly, but it was deep. Harry, who's shirt was still up around his shoulders
shivered slightly in the cold.
Snape removed his robes and placed them lightly over Harry. He then worked quickly to
tear at the shirt he was wearing and made long strands. He then tied the strands together
end to end.
He applied the makeshift bandage to Harry's side. " Oww...." Harry moaned quietly.
Snape smirked and couldn't keep himself from saying, "Stop whining, Potter. It's your
fault that these didn't get changed."
He really expected the boy to argue with him, but when he heard, "I know...." he knew
something was wrong. He looked up into Harry's face and saw his eyes were closed.
'Damn!' Snape cursed himself. He hastily finished wrapping the bandage around Harry's
waist, pulled shirt down, his robes closed, and began to shake Harry's shoulders, "Potter!
Open your eyes."
Harry's eyes blinked open and he looked up at his Professor.
"You have to stay awake," Snape said. What should he do? He had to keep Harry awake
somehow. Then he thought of something, " So how's that cousin of yours, Potter?"
Harry looked him slightly shocked at the question Then he moved his eyes away in
thought, " Dudley? He's fine, I guess."
Snape shifted his weight and sat down beside Harry, "I hear he's quite the pig, is that
right?"
Harry chuckled lightly, then coughed, "Oh yeah. If we had a Pig's house he would fit
right in at the catsle."
Snape remained silent for a while, thinking of something else to say. It was harder than he
thought to make idle conversation. Then he heard Harry say, " How long have you been a
Professor at Hogwarts?"
"Oh", Snape had to think about that one for a while, "Quite a few years now. I only
started a few years after I left as a student."
Harry looked up at him again, thinking about how much Snape seemed like Dumbledor
when he was trying to be intimidating or scary... ...Harry felt tired again..
Snape saw Harry's head droop slightly out of the corner again, "No, Potter, stay awake"
he moved over in front of Harry and placed his hands on his shoulders again, " You can't
fall asleep right now."
Harry lifted his head slightly, but it fell again and he felt his body being shaken, " Dammit,
Potter, why is it you don't seem to be capable of listening to your superiors?"
Then again, that was easy for Snape to say.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked weakly, his eyes remained shut, " Why don't you
just leave?"
Snape hesitated to answer, slightly taken aback, "Well, Potter, despite the fact that I think
you are honestly a little, pompous, big-headed brat," Snape let the words sink in, "I am
still your Professor, and as we are stuck here together and quite alone, that makes you my
responsibility. Besides, Potter, you don't want me to leave, do you?"
Harry paused and thought a second, responding slowly, "...No..." then he put a hand to
his side.
The cut hadn't stopped bleeding, if anything, it was gushing more blood than ever before.
Snape slightly panicked because he couldn't decide what to do. He could carry the boy,
but that would be too difficult with his arm in a sling. He could-
"Professor..?" Harry said still slowly, "Why don't you apparate?"
Snape looked at him as if to say the obvious; you can't apparate on school grounds. "I
mean, to somewhere close to the school .... maybe Hogsmeade? You could get to the
castle from there.."
Snape thought about it and decided that Harry was right.....for once. Then he lifted
Harry's chin so that he was looking straight into his eyes, "You realize how much time
that will take, right?" Harry nodded, "Okay then."
Snape got up and ready to leave after he lay Harry on the ground, putting his robes down
as a pillow. He then conjured a fire and spoke to Harry one last time, "Whatever you do,
Potter, do not fall asleep. Got it?"
Harry nodded, squeaked, "Have fun."
With a loud 'pop!', Snape was gone, Harry was alone. With nothing to distract him, he
already felt sleep..y....
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(( Hogwarts))
Ron and Hermione were walking lazily around the lake. They watched as the Giant Squid
swam around under the dart surface.
It was nearly time to get to the evening feast. The past couple days had been hard on
them. Despite a teacher and a student being missing, classes had continued as usual,
except that Potions was canceled because none of the staff wanted the job and they
couldn't find someone as skillful as Snape on such short notice.
It wasn't easy for either of them to get through class. No one talked to them because
nobody knew what to say. In fact all of Gryffindor seemed to be saddened by Harry's
absence. After finishing homework each night, Ron and Hermione spent most of their time
siting quietly in the common room. Fred and George tried, in vain, to cheer everyone up,
Ginny sat beside Hermione and remained quiet. Every now and then they could see Cho
Chang searching their party scanning for Harry.
Some people played quiet board games, but the Gryffindor common room was less than
lively. It almost reminded Ron of Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party.
The Slytherins didn't seem to be very happy either, especially Malfoy. Having Harry
Potter missing was the perfect base for poking fun, but whenever he mentioned it, there
was always someone around to shoot back something about Snape.
"Come on, we'd better go inside," Ron said. Hermione nodded sadly and they turned
around.
Ron's entire family had gotten into the search for Harry. Percy and Mr Weasley forced
the Ministry into a frenzy searching everywhere. Even Bill and Charlie found out and were
constantly sending owls of where they'd searched and where they were going to search
next. Mrs Weasley kept sending letters of encouragement [and sweets] to the school.
Hagrid had been extremely upset the passed couple of days. It hadn't exactly cheered Ron
or Hermione to see Hagird weeping into Fang's fur, but they couldn't stand to see him so
sad without trying to help him.
They took they're time, not wanting to be back in the Great Hall where everyone,
especially the teachers had the chance to stare at them in pity.
Hermione was about to open her mouth when they heard a sound behind them. They both
stopped and turned around. Snape was jogging quickly towards them, his robes were gone
and his arm was in a sling.
"Professor!" Hermione yelled, completely shocked. She and Ron began to run to him,
ready to ask a million questions.
Snape, put his hand out, "No, go get Professor Dumbledor and bring him out here
immediately!"
The two looked at each other then back to him questioningly. What was going on?
Then Snape lost his temper, remembered where he was and put a nice furrow to his
eyebrows, " Did you hear me?! Go get the Headmaster NOW!"
When they turned and ran for the Great Hall, he added, " And tell him not to waste time
asking questions!"
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Harry's eyes began to close again.
'No!' Harry thought. He tried to think of things that he had to look forward to when
Snape got him back to the Castle.
Quidditch! They hadn't even started practicing for the new year yet. He didn't even know
who were going to take the place of Wood as goalie and coach. Maybe one of the
Weasley twins or...or..
"Okay, this is getting stupid," Harry said aloud to no one, which made him realize just
how alone he was. He tried not to think about how scared has was at that moment. He
wasn't sure what would happen to him if he fell asleep, but Snape was so urgent about it,
and they'd been trusting each other for a few days now and he couldn't help but believe
what he had said.
Would he die? That, Harry imagined, would be a horrible way to die. All alone and cold -
cold, yes he was extremely cold.
He coughed and pulled his robes closer together. He tried to shuffle closer to the fire, but
even that simple task was too much for him. He coughed again and felt his temple, there a
definite bump now, and laying right across the middle was the unhealed cut.
"Hmph," Harry chuckled lightly, "Maybe it will be another scar."
Staring up at the sky, he could see it had gotten much darker and could see some stars
beginning to twinkle. It was only then that he noticed his breath was fogged each time it
exited his mouth.
'This can't be good..' Harry thought. He felt so tired.......He finally gave in and closed his
eyes.
....
....
....
..
*Pop!*
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He felt warm. Maybe he was dead already, if he was, he certainly didn't mind. Either way,
he was enjoying his rest. The black all around was so relaxing.
Then there was a faint sound, a voice, " Good morning, you two" it sounded oddly like
Madame Promfrey. But after that, it was quiet.
He opened his eyes slowly and closed them immediately from the sting of the morning
sunlight. When he got them open, he saw a familiar room. Of course it was blurry, his
glasses had been removed, but he'd waken up in it so many times that he didn't need clear
vision to tell he was in the Hospital Wing.
He looked to his left and saw two darker figures sitting motionless and quiet beside his
bed. He also didn't need his glasses to tell who it was.
" 'Morning," said Harry, trying to make the tone happy, but his throat was a bit dry.
The blurry figures of Hermione and Ron jumped nearly a foot in the air and turned to
look at him.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked happily. She dove forward and gave Harry one of the
tightest hug's Harry's ever had - and the most painful at the same time.
"Oom!..Hermione!" Harry said weakly.
Ron yanked her off and gave Harry his glasses. However, Ron himself had to fight back
the urge to give Harry a huge hug.
"Sorry!" Hermione whispered, hardly able to hold in the joy she felt.
Harry put his glasses to his face and looked at his friend's sweet, smiling faces and said
the first thing that came to mind, "I missed you guys."
"You had us in such a scare, Harry!" Hermione said.
"Not just us, the entire school, the Ministry," Ron said, " Dumbledor had everyone
around looking for you and Snape!"
'Oh yeah,' Harry thought.
"Where is Snape?" Harry asked, "Is he okay?"
Then Madame Promfrey came in, "He's absolutely fine, Harry. Thanks to you in fact. He
told me that you were quite quick to sling his arm up the way you did. And a good job
too, it's going to heal rather quickly."
Ron and Hermione looked at him, surprise written all over their faces, "You on the other
hand," Promfrey said, then she looked at the other two, "You know what that means."
She shuffled them nearly all the way out the door.
Ron stoppred and looked back at Harry and said, "You'd better rest up if you thought
Hermione's hug hurt; Hagrid and Dobby are comming to visit you soon."
Harry laughed and sat back ikn his pillows as Madame Promfrey worked around him. He
couldn't take the smile off of his face, thinking how happy he was to be back...and away
from Snape.
(( Done! Wow, was that a happy ending or what?! [tear]. That is the first time I've ever
written a fanfic without going back to delete it all, so I hope you're all happy!!!!))
Bye-bye, 'Till my next fic [which I'll be starting soon!]
Thanx evrybody!
Okay, I'm getting lots of reviews that say Snape and Harry are out of character, well
mostly Snape. Don't worry, I know this is true, so I don't mind the comments. After I
finish this fic, I hope to start another one really soon, either Harry Potter or Batman
Beyond, I haven't decided yet.
Anyway, this is the last part of the fic so I hope you like it!!!
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Dropping In
((Part Two))
((Later that day))
That night Snape let Harry sit by the fire and warm up while he looked for food. Harry
protested that Snape wouldn't be able to use his wand with his arm in a sling, but the older
man simply put up a hand to stop him, said he could manage and left out of sight.
Harry couldn't help but shiver when a sudden, cold autumn breeze came by and blew his
hair around. He drew his robes closer to his body, suddenly thankful that they were
mandatory dress at Hogwarts, with only his muggle clothes, he would have froze.
The thought of Hogwarts only made him wish more intensely that he was already there.
He thought of Hermione and Ron and wondered if they were worried about him. No, he
knew they were, in fact he figured that they were getting less sleep searching and fussing
over him. That thought made him feel a bit better.
Not too much better, but better. He missed them and that reminded him of being with the
Dursleys during the summer, another thought he didn't need at the moment. Also, the cuts
on his side and temple weren't fairing too well. He could hardly even touch either of them
without flinching and hissing in pain. He could tell that the bandages under his shirt needed
changing, but the pain made him reluctant to do it.
It didn't take long for Snape to come back. Harry, being surprised Snape had been able to
use his wand was thoroughly happy to see the Potions Master.
...Of course he would never tell him that.
They ate silently and sat quietly by the fire. They had no trouble getting to sleep that
night, with no monsters to worry about.
((Morning))
Snape, who'd been sleeping soundly despite the fact that his head had been unknowingly
resting on a rock, woke up suddenly.
After taking a moment to remember where he was, he looked up to see that Harry was
awake too. The boy was sitting up against a tree, holding a hand to his side. Blood was
seeping through his fingers, Snape didn't know how long it had been bleeding, but judging
by Harry's blank expression, it had been a while.
"Potter?" Snape said cautiously, moving slowly over to Harry. He bent down next to him
and inspected the boy.
"How do you feel?" asked Snape. When Harry looked up at him, his eyes seemed to
focus more and he put on a fake, confident smile.
"I'm just tired, Professor," Harry said. Then he saw the uncertainty in Snape's black eyes
and added, " I'll just have to take it easy today."
"Yes you will," Snape confirmed, "... Are you sure you can keep going?"
Harry winced as he got up to stand, "Yes, sir." And with that he was moving away, at the
same time thinking 'I'm just glad I have nothing to carry' and with an inward sigh
carefully stepped over a fallen tree log.
Snape sighed and began walking, only to turn quickly around and put out the fire he'd
forgotten about.
(( A few hours later))
They were going slow, way too slow. Harry was taking careful steps, gingerly hold his
side. Snape was walking even slower, making sure to stay close behind Harry.
Snape was just about to say that they should rest, when Harry suddenly tripped on a tree
root and fell forwards. Snape tried to stop his fall, but hadn't been ready in time.
Harry stuck out his arms to stop himself, but didn't have the strength, and he hit the dirt
chest first. He yelped and clutched at his side, staying on the ground.
Snape rushed forward and knelt down beside him, "Perhaps it's time to take a rest,
Potter."
"No," Harry said, " Just help me up and we can keep going."
.....That was it! If Harry was going to be some stubborn git, Snape wasn't going to take
it. After all, Harry was his student and he was the teacher! And he wasn't about to let a
student tell him he was wrong in any way, shape, or form!!!!!
"All right, Potter!" Snape yelled fiercely. He got up and walked a few paces away from
Harry, "If you truly believe you can keep going, you truly do not need my help. Get
yourself up and then I will consider letting you keep going."
Harry looked up at him with those deep emerald eyes for almost a full minute.
"I'm waiting, Mr Potter," Snape said, crossing his arms, which was basically weaving his
left arm through the sling on his right.
'Oh great', Harry thought, 'Now he's acting like the jerk he's always been.' He slowly
and shakingly pushed himself up to one knee, inhaled from the sting, then proceeded to
stand straight. He looked up at Snape, who was still watching him closely.
Suddenly his head was swimming and he felt extremely dizzy.
Snape saw Harry stagger and rushed over to his side and caught him in his arms before he
fell once again to the ground.
"Okay then, Potter," Snape said, his voice stumbling with Harry's weight. He dragged
Harry over to a tree, "Stay still or I'll Stupefy you for three years."
Harry didn't argue this time, his head was too sore and he was having trouble getting his
eyes to focus. He sat on the ground, leaning his back to the tree. He did, however, feel
slightly uncomfortable when Snape opened his robes and lifted his shirt to his shoulders to
get a good look at his side.
The bandages were soaked all the way through with blood. They also looked dirty and
Snape could see some of the blood had dried on the underside and was crusted onto the
bandage.
"Potter, these should have been changed a long time ago," Snape said, wondering why
Harry hadn't told him. He cursed under his breath, half at Harry for being such a proud
person, and half at himself for the same thing.
Harry didn't respond to what he'd said, "Just sit still, this is probably going to hurt."
The boy nodded slightly. He was ready to grit his teeth against the pain, but it was worse
than he'd expected it to be. Where the old blood had dried, the bandage had to be ripped
from his skin, it immediately started to bleed again. Harry gasped, tears welling up in his
eyes. He squeezed them shut.
Snape worked quickly taking the black material off while Harry whimpered as quietly as
possible.
As soon as it was off Snape looked closely at the cut, it was pretty clean because it had
happened quickly, but it was deep. Harry, who's shirt was still up around his shoulders
shivered slightly in the cold.
Snape removed his robes and placed them lightly over Harry. He then worked quickly to
tear at the shirt he was wearing and made long strands. He then tied the strands together
end to end.
He applied the makeshift bandage to Harry's side. " Oww...." Harry moaned quietly.
Snape smirked and couldn't keep himself from saying, "Stop whining, Potter. It's your
fault that these didn't get changed."
He really expected the boy to argue with him, but when he heard, "I know...." he knew
something was wrong. He looked up into Harry's face and saw his eyes were closed.
'Damn!' Snape cursed himself. He hastily finished wrapping the bandage around Harry's
waist, pulled shirt down, his robes closed, and began to shake Harry's shoulders, "Potter!
Open your eyes."
Harry's eyes blinked open and he looked up at his Professor.
"You have to stay awake," Snape said. What should he do? He had to keep Harry awake
somehow. Then he thought of something, " So how's that cousin of yours, Potter?"
Harry looked him slightly shocked at the question Then he moved his eyes away in
thought, " Dudley? He's fine, I guess."
Snape shifted his weight and sat down beside Harry, "I hear he's quite the pig, is that
right?"
Harry chuckled lightly, then coughed, "Oh yeah. If we had a Pig's house he would fit
right in at the catsle."
Snape remained silent for a while, thinking of something else to say. It was harder than he
thought to make idle conversation. Then he heard Harry say, " How long have you been a
Professor at Hogwarts?"
"Oh", Snape had to think about that one for a while, "Quite a few years now. I only
started a few years after I left as a student."
Harry looked up at him again, thinking about how much Snape seemed like Dumbledor
when he was trying to be intimidating or scary... ...Harry felt tired again..
Snape saw Harry's head droop slightly out of the corner again, "No, Potter, stay awake"
he moved over in front of Harry and placed his hands on his shoulders again, " You can't
fall asleep right now."
Harry lifted his head slightly, but it fell again and he felt his body being shaken, " Dammit,
Potter, why is it you don't seem to be capable of listening to your superiors?"
Then again, that was easy for Snape to say.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked weakly, his eyes remained shut, " Why don't you
just leave?"
Snape hesitated to answer, slightly taken aback, "Well, Potter, despite the fact that I think
you are honestly a little, pompous, big-headed brat," Snape let the words sink in, "I am
still your Professor, and as we are stuck here together and quite alone, that makes you my
responsibility. Besides, Potter, you don't want me to leave, do you?"
Harry paused and thought a second, responding slowly, "...No..." then he put a hand to
his side.
The cut hadn't stopped bleeding, if anything, it was gushing more blood than ever before.
Snape slightly panicked because he couldn't decide what to do. He could carry the boy,
but that would be too difficult with his arm in a sling. He could-
"Professor..?" Harry said still slowly, "Why don't you apparate?"
Snape looked at him as if to say the obvious; you can't apparate on school grounds. "I
mean, to somewhere close to the school .... maybe Hogsmeade? You could get to the
castle from there.."
Snape thought about it and decided that Harry was right.....for once. Then he lifted
Harry's chin so that he was looking straight into his eyes, "You realize how much time
that will take, right?" Harry nodded, "Okay then."
Snape got up and ready to leave after he lay Harry on the ground, putting his robes down
as a pillow. He then conjured a fire and spoke to Harry one last time, "Whatever you do,
Potter, do not fall asleep. Got it?"
Harry nodded, squeaked, "Have fun."
With a loud 'pop!', Snape was gone, Harry was alone. With nothing to distract him, he
already felt sleep..y....
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(( Hogwarts))
Ron and Hermione were walking lazily around the lake. They watched as the Giant Squid
swam around under the dart surface.
It was nearly time to get to the evening feast. The past couple days had been hard on
them. Despite a teacher and a student being missing, classes had continued as usual,
except that Potions was canceled because none of the staff wanted the job and they
couldn't find someone as skillful as Snape on such short notice.
It wasn't easy for either of them to get through class. No one talked to them because
nobody knew what to say. In fact all of Gryffindor seemed to be saddened by Harry's
absence. After finishing homework each night, Ron and Hermione spent most of their time
siting quietly in the common room. Fred and George tried, in vain, to cheer everyone up,
Ginny sat beside Hermione and remained quiet. Every now and then they could see Cho
Chang searching their party scanning for Harry.
Some people played quiet board games, but the Gryffindor common room was less than
lively. It almost reminded Ron of Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party.
The Slytherins didn't seem to be very happy either, especially Malfoy. Having Harry
Potter missing was the perfect base for poking fun, but whenever he mentioned it, there
was always someone around to shoot back something about Snape.
"Come on, we'd better go inside," Ron said. Hermione nodded sadly and they turned
around.
Ron's entire family had gotten into the search for Harry. Percy and Mr Weasley forced
the Ministry into a frenzy searching everywhere. Even Bill and Charlie found out and were
constantly sending owls of where they'd searched and where they were going to search
next. Mrs Weasley kept sending letters of encouragement [and sweets] to the school.
Hagrid had been extremely upset the passed couple of days. It hadn't exactly cheered Ron
or Hermione to see Hagird weeping into Fang's fur, but they couldn't stand to see him so
sad without trying to help him.
They took they're time, not wanting to be back in the Great Hall where everyone,
especially the teachers had the chance to stare at them in pity.
Hermione was about to open her mouth when they heard a sound behind them. They both
stopped and turned around. Snape was jogging quickly towards them, his robes were gone
and his arm was in a sling.
"Professor!" Hermione yelled, completely shocked. She and Ron began to run to him,
ready to ask a million questions.
Snape, put his hand out, "No, go get Professor Dumbledor and bring him out here
immediately!"
The two looked at each other then back to him questioningly. What was going on?
Then Snape lost his temper, remembered where he was and put a nice furrow to his
eyebrows, " Did you hear me?! Go get the Headmaster NOW!"
When they turned and ran for the Great Hall, he added, " And tell him not to waste time
asking questions!"
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Harry's eyes began to close again.
'No!' Harry thought. He tried to think of things that he had to look forward to when
Snape got him back to the Castle.
Quidditch! They hadn't even started practicing for the new year yet. He didn't even know
who were going to take the place of Wood as goalie and coach. Maybe one of the
Weasley twins or...or..
"Okay, this is getting stupid," Harry said aloud to no one, which made him realize just
how alone he was. He tried not to think about how scared has was at that moment. He
wasn't sure what would happen to him if he fell asleep, but Snape was so urgent about it,
and they'd been trusting each other for a few days now and he couldn't help but believe
what he had said.
Would he die? That, Harry imagined, would be a horrible way to die. All alone and cold -
cold, yes he was extremely cold.
He coughed and pulled his robes closer together. He tried to shuffle closer to the fire, but
even that simple task was too much for him. He coughed again and felt his temple, there a
definite bump now, and laying right across the middle was the unhealed cut.
"Hmph," Harry chuckled lightly, "Maybe it will be another scar."
Staring up at the sky, he could see it had gotten much darker and could see some stars
beginning to twinkle. It was only then that he noticed his breath was fogged each time it
exited his mouth.
'This can't be good..' Harry thought. He felt so tired.......He finally gave in and closed his
eyes.
....
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....
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*Pop!*
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He felt warm. Maybe he was dead already, if he was, he certainly didn't mind. Either way,
he was enjoying his rest. The black all around was so relaxing.
Then there was a faint sound, a voice, " Good morning, you two" it sounded oddly like
Madame Promfrey. But after that, it was quiet.
He opened his eyes slowly and closed them immediately from the sting of the morning
sunlight. When he got them open, he saw a familiar room. Of course it was blurry, his
glasses had been removed, but he'd waken up in it so many times that he didn't need clear
vision to tell he was in the Hospital Wing.
He looked to his left and saw two darker figures sitting motionless and quiet beside his
bed. He also didn't need his glasses to tell who it was.
" 'Morning," said Harry, trying to make the tone happy, but his throat was a bit dry.
The blurry figures of Hermione and Ron jumped nearly a foot in the air and turned to
look at him.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked happily. She dove forward and gave Harry one of the
tightest hug's Harry's ever had - and the most painful at the same time.
"Oom!..Hermione!" Harry said weakly.
Ron yanked her off and gave Harry his glasses. However, Ron himself had to fight back
the urge to give Harry a huge hug.
"Sorry!" Hermione whispered, hardly able to hold in the joy she felt.
Harry put his glasses to his face and looked at his friend's sweet, smiling faces and said
the first thing that came to mind, "I missed you guys."
"You had us in such a scare, Harry!" Hermione said.
"Not just us, the entire school, the Ministry," Ron said, " Dumbledor had everyone
around looking for you and Snape!"
'Oh yeah,' Harry thought.
"Where is Snape?" Harry asked, "Is he okay?"
Then Madame Promfrey came in, "He's absolutely fine, Harry. Thanks to you in fact. He
told me that you were quite quick to sling his arm up the way you did. And a good job
too, it's going to heal rather quickly."
Ron and Hermione looked at him, surprise written all over their faces, "You on the other
hand," Promfrey said, then she looked at the other two, "You know what that means."
She shuffled them nearly all the way out the door.
Ron stoppred and looked back at Harry and said, "You'd better rest up if you thought
Hermione's hug hurt; Hagrid and Dobby are comming to visit you soon."
Harry laughed and sat back ikn his pillows as Madame Promfrey worked around him. He
couldn't take the smile off of his face, thinking how happy he was to be back...and away
from Snape.
(( Done! Wow, was that a happy ending or what?! [tear]. That is the first time I've ever
written a fanfic without going back to delete it all, so I hope you're all happy!!!!))
Bye-bye, 'Till my next fic [which I'll be starting soon!]
Thanx evrybody!