IPain.
Ow.
Vernon? Voldemort? Malfoy?
Ow.
Malfoy.
Bastard./I
Harry groaned and looked up. Into the expressionless face of Snape - except it wasn't expressionless, it was....concerned?
Seeing Malfoy's terrified face over Snape's shoulder, harry decided he had been hallucinating and shut his eyes, not bothering to fight the warm darkness that engulfed him.
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When Malfoy had heard the screaming he had tuned back, shocked at the level of pain in the voice. Suddenly he thought of all the odd things he'd seen since the start of term - Potter on the train, wearing makeup, the Gryffindors ignoring him, his doziness , the anguished screaming as Snape knelt by his head, horrified - something was wrong, but what?
Snape looked up and saw Malfoy.
"Get Pomfrey." He said tersely.
"But, sir, what about the headmaster?"
"He'll be on his way already now get Pomfrey for Merlin's sake!"
Draco hadn't seen Snape look so deranged for a long time. Well, not since the last potions lesson when Longbottom had melted yet another cauldron. He ran.
Sure enough Dumbledore appeared through a hidden door almost the second Malfoy had disappeared from sight.
"What on earth happened, Severus?"
"Can't you feel it, the pain, Albus? I don't understand it. Something emotional is causing him a lot of pain."
Dumbledore knelt next to Harry, hand on Harry's head.
"Yes....I feel something....I think he's blocking me out though."
"I sent Draco to get Poppy."
"Thank you. I think we should set off to the Hospital Wing with him now. It will do the boy no good to be lying on the cold floor in his condition."
Snape rolled his eyes. He hadn't missed Dumbledore's 'we'. And to be honest, he had nothing better to do.and it wasn't worth arguing with the old man. Snape would always lose.
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Harry opened his eyes. The pain was still there, but Dumbledore was sitting by his bed.
His bed?
Oh shit, not again. Bloody Hospital Wing.
"How are you feeling, Harry?"
Harry tried to make his voice steady. "Fine thank you, sir."
A snort came from somewhere to his left but he ignored it.
"You realise you were shrieking loudly enough to shake the foundations of this castle? That didn't sound like you were fine."
Harry sighed, and put on his best traumatised expression, which wasn't too hard given that he was in the Hospital Wing and he had no idea why, and he had a horrible feeling Snape had something to do with it.
"I - I think - I had a nightmare..." He let his lower lip wobble and Dumbledore looked sympathetic.
"Oh dear. I think maybe you should have a dreamless sleep potion for the rest of the night, and maybe sleep through the first few lessons tomorrow. But, Harry, I must ask why you were out of bed tonight? You know the rules well by now."
"I was on my way to the hospital wing for some dreamless sleep potion, but I didn't quite make it." lied Harry.
"Via the dungeons?"
Harry gulped silently. Of all the people who could make this situation worst, Snape was number 2 on the list. Right behind Voldemort.
"Harry, I am quite disappointed in you, stealing from Professor Snape's personal stores. Normally the penalty would be expulsion, however I think you were delusional, perhaps sleepwalking at the time, so we will say no more about that. You will serve a detention with Professor Snape tomorrow night, and 20 points will be taken from Gryffindor. Goodnight Harry, and don't get up before you feel like it in the morning."
And with that Dumbledore swept out of the room, followed by Snape, who shot Harry a final glare before he turned the corner.
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Snape was confused. Just before he had sent Draco away he had cast a revealing charm on Potter, and nothing had happened. The boy remained the same as he had been. When he had told Dumbledore what he had seen in the dungeons, Dumbledore had cast the most powerful revealing charms he knew to see what was wrong with harry, but nothing had shown up.
Snape told himself he had just fallen asleep and had a very realistic dream. It had happened before, he had dreamt that Voldemort was torturing the Boy Who Lived. But now, for some reason, those thoughts didn't make Snape smile. He must be mellowing in his old age, he thought.
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Madam Pomfrey sent Harry back to his dorm with the dreamless sleep potion, and he fell asleep immediately.
Unfortunately, there was a device in the corner of the Common Room which stated each House's points total, and also a log of points gained and lost by which student for which act. Harry's night time wander was now showing, and the Gryffindors weren't happy.
Harry was woken too early. At 6.00am to be precise. He calculated that he had 3 hours sleep overall that night. But now the Gryffindors were bearing down on him, all looking livid. Thanks to Harry's lost points, Gryffindor were trailing Slytherin.
And his ex-friends looked seriously pissed off.
There was silence as they moved nearer and nearer, and Harry was furiously aware that he was shaking. Then the shouting started. Thankfully he didn't catch all of it.
"Stupid asshole."
"Lose the House Cup."
"Liability."
"Parents would be ashamed."
"Ought to change houses."
".Crazy.."
Harry turned over, pinning the pillowcase over his head, trying to block out the nasty voices. But the pillow was set on fire, singing the back of his hair, which of course under the concealing charm didn't show any signs of burning.
And then the most painful voice. Hermione's. The one person in Gryffindor who hadn't been hostile to him.
"What a disgrace to Gryffindors"
Harry's eyes filled with tears, and he stumbled out of the room to the jeers of the Gryffindors.
He was completely alone now.
**Guess what? Another chapter is going to be up tonight! Do I spoil you or what?**
Ow.
Vernon? Voldemort? Malfoy?
Ow.
Malfoy.
Bastard./I
Harry groaned and looked up. Into the expressionless face of Snape - except it wasn't expressionless, it was....concerned?
Seeing Malfoy's terrified face over Snape's shoulder, harry decided he had been hallucinating and shut his eyes, not bothering to fight the warm darkness that engulfed him.
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When Malfoy had heard the screaming he had tuned back, shocked at the level of pain in the voice. Suddenly he thought of all the odd things he'd seen since the start of term - Potter on the train, wearing makeup, the Gryffindors ignoring him, his doziness , the anguished screaming as Snape knelt by his head, horrified - something was wrong, but what?
Snape looked up and saw Malfoy.
"Get Pomfrey." He said tersely.
"But, sir, what about the headmaster?"
"He'll be on his way already now get Pomfrey for Merlin's sake!"
Draco hadn't seen Snape look so deranged for a long time. Well, not since the last potions lesson when Longbottom had melted yet another cauldron. He ran.
Sure enough Dumbledore appeared through a hidden door almost the second Malfoy had disappeared from sight.
"What on earth happened, Severus?"
"Can't you feel it, the pain, Albus? I don't understand it. Something emotional is causing him a lot of pain."
Dumbledore knelt next to Harry, hand on Harry's head.
"Yes....I feel something....I think he's blocking me out though."
"I sent Draco to get Poppy."
"Thank you. I think we should set off to the Hospital Wing with him now. It will do the boy no good to be lying on the cold floor in his condition."
Snape rolled his eyes. He hadn't missed Dumbledore's 'we'. And to be honest, he had nothing better to do.and it wasn't worth arguing with the old man. Snape would always lose.
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Harry opened his eyes. The pain was still there, but Dumbledore was sitting by his bed.
His bed?
Oh shit, not again. Bloody Hospital Wing.
"How are you feeling, Harry?"
Harry tried to make his voice steady. "Fine thank you, sir."
A snort came from somewhere to his left but he ignored it.
"You realise you were shrieking loudly enough to shake the foundations of this castle? That didn't sound like you were fine."
Harry sighed, and put on his best traumatised expression, which wasn't too hard given that he was in the Hospital Wing and he had no idea why, and he had a horrible feeling Snape had something to do with it.
"I - I think - I had a nightmare..." He let his lower lip wobble and Dumbledore looked sympathetic.
"Oh dear. I think maybe you should have a dreamless sleep potion for the rest of the night, and maybe sleep through the first few lessons tomorrow. But, Harry, I must ask why you were out of bed tonight? You know the rules well by now."
"I was on my way to the hospital wing for some dreamless sleep potion, but I didn't quite make it." lied Harry.
"Via the dungeons?"
Harry gulped silently. Of all the people who could make this situation worst, Snape was number 2 on the list. Right behind Voldemort.
"Harry, I am quite disappointed in you, stealing from Professor Snape's personal stores. Normally the penalty would be expulsion, however I think you were delusional, perhaps sleepwalking at the time, so we will say no more about that. You will serve a detention with Professor Snape tomorrow night, and 20 points will be taken from Gryffindor. Goodnight Harry, and don't get up before you feel like it in the morning."
And with that Dumbledore swept out of the room, followed by Snape, who shot Harry a final glare before he turned the corner.
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Snape was confused. Just before he had sent Draco away he had cast a revealing charm on Potter, and nothing had happened. The boy remained the same as he had been. When he had told Dumbledore what he had seen in the dungeons, Dumbledore had cast the most powerful revealing charms he knew to see what was wrong with harry, but nothing had shown up.
Snape told himself he had just fallen asleep and had a very realistic dream. It had happened before, he had dreamt that Voldemort was torturing the Boy Who Lived. But now, for some reason, those thoughts didn't make Snape smile. He must be mellowing in his old age, he thought.
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Madam Pomfrey sent Harry back to his dorm with the dreamless sleep potion, and he fell asleep immediately.
Unfortunately, there was a device in the corner of the Common Room which stated each House's points total, and also a log of points gained and lost by which student for which act. Harry's night time wander was now showing, and the Gryffindors weren't happy.
Harry was woken too early. At 6.00am to be precise. He calculated that he had 3 hours sleep overall that night. But now the Gryffindors were bearing down on him, all looking livid. Thanks to Harry's lost points, Gryffindor were trailing Slytherin.
And his ex-friends looked seriously pissed off.
There was silence as they moved nearer and nearer, and Harry was furiously aware that he was shaking. Then the shouting started. Thankfully he didn't catch all of it.
"Stupid asshole."
"Lose the House Cup."
"Liability."
"Parents would be ashamed."
"Ought to change houses."
".Crazy.."
Harry turned over, pinning the pillowcase over his head, trying to block out the nasty voices. But the pillow was set on fire, singing the back of his hair, which of course under the concealing charm didn't show any signs of burning.
And then the most painful voice. Hermione's. The one person in Gryffindor who hadn't been hostile to him.
"What a disgrace to Gryffindors"
Harry's eyes filled with tears, and he stumbled out of the room to the jeers of the Gryffindors.
He was completely alone now.
**Guess what? Another chapter is going to be up tonight! Do I spoil you or what?**