Chapter 10: Point of no Return
The next few weeks were almost unbearable for Ron and Hermione. Harry had made a game out of talking to snake and Malfoy, making obvious glances in their direction and bursting out in laughter. In Transfiguration Professor McGonagall had sent him out of the class for talking with his special pet which he just decided to call snake. Malfoy , Crabbe, and Goyle loved Harry's new Christmas present although they were disappointed about it's small size, which "was only a foot and a half long." Most of the teachers however, frowned upon it, all except Professor Snape.
"What is the best substitute for fish scales in an aging potion, Mr. Potter?" asked Snape.
"Gummal Weed, Professor Snape." Harry said proudly.
"Excellent, Mr. Potter." Continuing on with the lesson.
"Teachers pet." Ron muttered from his desk behind Harry just loud enough for Harry to hear him.
"Don't lisssten to him Harry, he'sss jussst jealousss, and not worth talking too." Snake said slowly.
"Ay, not worth talking too." Harry hissed back, turning around to Ron and laughing. He turned back around slowly and saw the different colours mesh together and separate into two. And then, unlike so many times before in which the pain came on gradually, an explosion gave way from Harry's scar so unexpectedly that he couldn't help from jumping from his chair. Harry, staring down at his desk, breathing hard, with slightly shaking hands, was hardly aware of the voice speaking to him until suddenly he found himself gazing around a room with all eyes on him.
"Is everything OK. Mr. Potter?" Snapes voice reaching Harry's ears.
"Yeah…Yes Professor Snape." Harry said taking his seat. "Sorry."
Snape turned back around to the black board.
"You sure you're all right Potter?" asked Malfoy.
"Yes I'm fine…" barely having enough time to finish his sentence before another explosion twice as painful took place. Dizzy and nauseated with beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead, Harry was sure that snake was trying to speak to him, the slithering sounds of Parseltongue resonating in his head. Snape whipped around from the chalk board and stared at Harry who was not aware of the moan that had left his mouth. Harry decided he needed to get out of there as fast as possible but stood up too quickly and grabbed the post, almost missing it to keep himself from falling. He steadied himself and stumbled to the staircase using his hands to help him up. The pain receded and Harry straightened himself, tripping on the last step as a third and final explosion matching that of the Cruciatus Curse enveloped him. He grabbed onto what felt like curtains before the world went dark. He came to a few minutes later with Dumbledore and Snape looking down at him.
"Are you all right Harry?" Said Dumbledore with a great deal of concern. "Let go up to my office, Harry. There you can tell me what it was you said." Memory flashing back to Harry lying on the ground hissing at the air. Dumbledore, helping Harry to his feet, placing his left hand on Harry's left shoulder.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Harry yelled, slapping Dumbledore's hands away from him just before he gained his balance, causing him to stumble backwards back to the ground.
"Calm down, calm down, don't try to get up, Harry. Madam Pomfrey is on her way." spoke Dumbledore.
"Shut it! You old stupid git. I've taken care of myself all my life. I don't need your help to handle a stupid little headache. You ancient…old fool." Harry snapped struggling to get to his feet and leaving Dumbledore speechless.
"You're all pathetic and when Voldemort makes his move he'll be able to get past all your stupid defensives with one ancient spell." Harry stopped, out of breath and shaking, seeing hundreds of peoples faces smearing together, seeing the ground rush up at him as he fell into unconsciousness.