'Take off the cloak"
Harry's mouth went dry and he swallowed trying frantically to clear it. Snape was looking directly at him, and he had no chance of running for it. Whatever charms Snape had were showing him where Harry was.
Feeling violently ill, Harry raised his hands to take off the cloak. As he did so, Snape lowered his wand..just a fraction.and summoning all the power Harry had, he yelled 'Accio wand!'. His wand flew from Snape's other hand and hit Harry's palm.
*Ok, ok, I have my wand. I must be able to do something now!*
Snape looked at Harry with a slightly amused expression, which immediately gave Harry a very very bad feeling.
"How brave," sneered Snape. "How.Gryffindor"
The way the shadow of Harry flinched shocked him (the charm showed the shadow of the intruder). Why should the boy be so afraid of the mention of Gryffindor?
Snape picked up the bottle in his hand. Pain killing lotion, basically, though it had some interesting side effects. Like, green hair and warts. Typical of Potter not to listen in class.
Suddenly the shadow waved it's wand slightly at itself. Snape started; he was out of practice.
"What are you doing Potter?" he asked with a tone of bored resignation. "And why, why Mr Potter, are you incapable of following one simple command to TAKE OFF THAT BLOODY CLOAK!"
The shadow shifted uncomfortably for a moment before finally morphing into the annoying shape of Harry Potter.
Snape smirked, and Harry tried to stop his relief from showing. He had just managed to cast the concealing charm while Snape's mind was wandering. Ok, so he would probably be expelled, but nobody would ever know what had happened to him at the Dursleys.
However he couldn't help wishing he could still have the potion he'd stolen. He was seeing spots in front of his eyes and it wasn't a nice sensation.
Harry had often thought Snape could read minds, and this time seemed to be no different. "Would you like that potion you so bravely came into my office for?"
Harry gulped. His whole mind was willing him to say no, no, no.but the word that came out was "Yes"
"Why?"
"Sorry?"
"Why do you need the potion?"
"ummm.headache."
"I see. And I presume there is a very good reason you didn't go and see Madam Pomfrey for a headache cure?"
"Ummm."
Snape smirked. Oh merlin, this would be fun. He held out the vial and the boy took it, suspicious. Desperation overcame Harry and he downed the mixture in one gulp. The pain faded to a dull ache and he inadvertently let out a small sigh of relief. Then he looked at Snape.
The Potions master was looking at him oddly. Oddly.like he had at the duelling club when harry had spoken to the snake. Harry really didn't like the look.
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Snape was stunned. Where was the green hair? Where were the warts? Why was Potter swaying? What the hell was going on? It must be a mistake. No, he was Severus Snape, potions master. It was just impossible that he could have botched a potion, especially one so simple as this. Impossible.unless.a concealing charm!
"Finite Incatatem!"
Harry let out an anguished scream and fell to the ground. The world spun before Snape, looking in horror at the boy.
"Stop it, please stop it, stop it, make it go away!" The boy's shrieks pieced the stupor Snape had fallen in and he jerked into action, grabbing a vial of the strongest painkiller he could find. He forced it down Harry's throat and crouched down by him, waiting for him to wake up from the temporary coma the potion induced.
As he did so, he had a horribly good opportunity to see the extent of Potter's state. His face was varying shades of yellow, blue, green and purple, with a slash running down his left cheek. His cheekbone jutted out from the papery skin, and his bottom lip was swollen and sore. The remaining skin on his face uncovered by bruises was chalk white and drawn in pain.
His arm lay at an awkward angle, and the robes swamped his unnaturally skinny body.
Snape sighed and rubbed his nose absently. Of all the students.to find Harry like this.but honestly, how could nobody have ever noticed? What the hell should he do? This shouldn't be his problem. He was the head of Slytherin, Harry was Gryffindor's star student.
"What a fucking mess" muttered Snape to himself.
There was a groan from his side and Harry looked up with unfocussed eyes which immediately hardened.
"You bastard! Why the hell can't you just leave me alone? Why did you have to hurt me again? Why?" Snape gaped like a fish out of water.
"Look, I'm ok, I'm going to heal.I don't need any of this shit, just because I got caught up in a street fight doesn't mean I'm stupid and reckless and whatever else you want to call me. I can take care of myself without your stupid charms and.owwww!!."
Snape continued gaping as Harry straightened up, recast the glamour spell and slammed his way out of the door, his robes billowing menacingly in the candlelight, pausing only to shoot him a final evil glare. The message that if anyone else found out Snape would be very sorry was clear.
And, much as he hated to admit it, Snape was a little afraid.
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Harry leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath. His ribs hurt. But not as badly as they had been. And he really never knew he was such a good actor. This was ok. Snape had obviously believed him Everything would be ok now.
As long as he could get up to his tower without fainting.
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Snape was sitting in the same place on the floor twenty minutes later before he finally snapped out of his daze.
*Just a street fight. No need to tell Dumbledore. But bloody hell, never seen him so angry. Never seen anyone that angry.*
He got up, and looked at the bottle on his desk.
The thought of Harry disturbed him. Even as a Death Eater, he hadn't seen anyone so ill and battered. Some street fight, he thought, grateful not for the first time that he had grown up in a wizarding family.
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Covered by the invisibility cloak, Harry made his way up the stairs towards his dorm. It was cold and his legs felt heavy. Maybe he could just sit down here.and rest a little.just for a moment.
And everything faded to black.
Harry's mouth went dry and he swallowed trying frantically to clear it. Snape was looking directly at him, and he had no chance of running for it. Whatever charms Snape had were showing him where Harry was.
Feeling violently ill, Harry raised his hands to take off the cloak. As he did so, Snape lowered his wand..just a fraction.and summoning all the power Harry had, he yelled 'Accio wand!'. His wand flew from Snape's other hand and hit Harry's palm.
*Ok, ok, I have my wand. I must be able to do something now!*
Snape looked at Harry with a slightly amused expression, which immediately gave Harry a very very bad feeling.
"How brave," sneered Snape. "How.Gryffindor"
The way the shadow of Harry flinched shocked him (the charm showed the shadow of the intruder). Why should the boy be so afraid of the mention of Gryffindor?
Snape picked up the bottle in his hand. Pain killing lotion, basically, though it had some interesting side effects. Like, green hair and warts. Typical of Potter not to listen in class.
Suddenly the shadow waved it's wand slightly at itself. Snape started; he was out of practice.
"What are you doing Potter?" he asked with a tone of bored resignation. "And why, why Mr Potter, are you incapable of following one simple command to TAKE OFF THAT BLOODY CLOAK!"
The shadow shifted uncomfortably for a moment before finally morphing into the annoying shape of Harry Potter.
Snape smirked, and Harry tried to stop his relief from showing. He had just managed to cast the concealing charm while Snape's mind was wandering. Ok, so he would probably be expelled, but nobody would ever know what had happened to him at the Dursleys.
However he couldn't help wishing he could still have the potion he'd stolen. He was seeing spots in front of his eyes and it wasn't a nice sensation.
Harry had often thought Snape could read minds, and this time seemed to be no different. "Would you like that potion you so bravely came into my office for?"
Harry gulped. His whole mind was willing him to say no, no, no.but the word that came out was "Yes"
"Why?"
"Sorry?"
"Why do you need the potion?"
"ummm.headache."
"I see. And I presume there is a very good reason you didn't go and see Madam Pomfrey for a headache cure?"
"Ummm."
Snape smirked. Oh merlin, this would be fun. He held out the vial and the boy took it, suspicious. Desperation overcame Harry and he downed the mixture in one gulp. The pain faded to a dull ache and he inadvertently let out a small sigh of relief. Then he looked at Snape.
The Potions master was looking at him oddly. Oddly.like he had at the duelling club when harry had spoken to the snake. Harry really didn't like the look.
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Snape was stunned. Where was the green hair? Where were the warts? Why was Potter swaying? What the hell was going on? It must be a mistake. No, he was Severus Snape, potions master. It was just impossible that he could have botched a potion, especially one so simple as this. Impossible.unless.a concealing charm!
"Finite Incatatem!"
Harry let out an anguished scream and fell to the ground. The world spun before Snape, looking in horror at the boy.
"Stop it, please stop it, stop it, make it go away!" The boy's shrieks pieced the stupor Snape had fallen in and he jerked into action, grabbing a vial of the strongest painkiller he could find. He forced it down Harry's throat and crouched down by him, waiting for him to wake up from the temporary coma the potion induced.
As he did so, he had a horribly good opportunity to see the extent of Potter's state. His face was varying shades of yellow, blue, green and purple, with a slash running down his left cheek. His cheekbone jutted out from the papery skin, and his bottom lip was swollen and sore. The remaining skin on his face uncovered by bruises was chalk white and drawn in pain.
His arm lay at an awkward angle, and the robes swamped his unnaturally skinny body.
Snape sighed and rubbed his nose absently. Of all the students.to find Harry like this.but honestly, how could nobody have ever noticed? What the hell should he do? This shouldn't be his problem. He was the head of Slytherin, Harry was Gryffindor's star student.
"What a fucking mess" muttered Snape to himself.
There was a groan from his side and Harry looked up with unfocussed eyes which immediately hardened.
"You bastard! Why the hell can't you just leave me alone? Why did you have to hurt me again? Why?" Snape gaped like a fish out of water.
"Look, I'm ok, I'm going to heal.I don't need any of this shit, just because I got caught up in a street fight doesn't mean I'm stupid and reckless and whatever else you want to call me. I can take care of myself without your stupid charms and.owwww!!."
Snape continued gaping as Harry straightened up, recast the glamour spell and slammed his way out of the door, his robes billowing menacingly in the candlelight, pausing only to shoot him a final evil glare. The message that if anyone else found out Snape would be very sorry was clear.
And, much as he hated to admit it, Snape was a little afraid.
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Harry leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath. His ribs hurt. But not as badly as they had been. And he really never knew he was such a good actor. This was ok. Snape had obviously believed him Everything would be ok now.
As long as he could get up to his tower without fainting.
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Snape was sitting in the same place on the floor twenty minutes later before he finally snapped out of his daze.
*Just a street fight. No need to tell Dumbledore. But bloody hell, never seen him so angry. Never seen anyone that angry.*
He got up, and looked at the bottle on his desk.
The thought of Harry disturbed him. Even as a Death Eater, he hadn't seen anyone so ill and battered. Some street fight, he thought, grateful not for the first time that he had grown up in a wizarding family.
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Covered by the invisibility cloak, Harry made his way up the stairs towards his dorm. It was cold and his legs felt heavy. Maybe he could just sit down here.and rest a little.just for a moment.
And everything faded to black.