The Spirit Within
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, do I make myself clear?
A/N Here comes chapter 3 of the mayhem!
"Hide behind a mask of lies. I see the truth inside your eyes." -Savage Garden
Ron had become very accustomed to fainting spells these days and unbearable pains behind his eyes and yet every time he had one he claimed to not remember. These surprised Harry and Hermione greatly and were now pestering him constantly to see Madame Pomfry. Yet he waved them off and still managed to make excuses for these things and continued as though nothing was wrong.
"Potions, why potions?" sighed Harry. It seemed that the trio's last class of the day was potions and none of them were in the mood to put up with Snape. However, they reluctantly kept on walking towards Snape's classroom anyhow.
"Ah, buck up Harry." Ron said, "It is Friday after all. We could visit Hagrid afterward if you like." Ron seemed a bit perkier today though still quite pale. Harry smiled at his best friend's enthusiasm towards his least favorite subject.
They neared the classroom and Hermione opened the door. They casually stepped inside only to be met with a site that made Ron recoil and step behind Harry. Spiders. In the front of the classroom Snape stood beside a cauldron that contained over hundreds of spiders at the least.
"I really don't like this," said Ron.
"Come on, well get a seat in the back," Hermione said tugging at Ron's sleeve.
Ron nervously followed Hermione through the class and avoiding looking at the spiders in the cauldron. Harry followed shortly behind. The trio took a seat in the far back of the class and began waiting for Snape's instructions.
"Today, we will be learning to brew a Willowet potion," Snape declared. "It is highly complex and I don't doubt if some of you manage to poison your fellow classmates by dropping just a mere smidgen on them." He added with a malevolent gleam in is eye, "The instructions have been written on the board and Miss Granger," His eyes turned airily towards Hermione, "you are not to be helping Mr. Longbottom unless instructed." Hermione curtly nodded. "Very well, now get to work!" he barked.
And so the Gryffindoors jumped in their seat and ran to get their ingredients. Hermione had volunteered to get their ingredients as to Ron was edging his chair away from the spiders every few minutes and Harry kept eyeing Snape who was now seated at his desk holding something glimmering that had caught his eye.
Hermione returned shortly with the ingredients and began smashing the spiders with her pestle. Ron took the shriveling and pasted it to Harry to skin. However Harry didn't take it. Ron prodded Harry in the back.
"What're you looking at?" Ron inquired.
"Snape. Look, whats he got in his hand?" Harry answered. Ron's gaze shifted to the small glimmering object in Snape's outstretched palm, before Snape quickly grasped the object shoving it roughly in his desk. A faint red light protruded from it through the cabinet door but Snape quickly covered it up with his spare cloak and continued eyeing the students.
Harry took the shrivling from Ron and began skinning it. Ron however was still watching the red light shine through Snape's cloak. Ron jogged his memory, where had he seen this before? Ron's daydream didn't last long though as Hermione nudged him, "Stir this, will you?" she handed him a large basin filled with their ingredients. Ron gingerly took it and stirred it but his curiosity was not on their potion's assignment but on the faint red light under Snape's cloak. He slowly watched it flicker, flicker, and then die out.
Ron's vision faded, the world was growing darker, specks of multicolored stardust danced in front of his eyes and he saw no more. Hermione gasped, "Ron! Ron, are you ok? Can you hear me? Ron, oh no!" Hermione's tears edged down her beautiful face as she took hold of Ron's hand and rubbed it, "Ron come on wake up."
The class had now turned to look at the sight of Hermione crying and Ron's unconscious body. Snape strode over and bent down near Ron's face, "Ennervate," He whispered. Ron's eyes snapped open again dimly lit with a faint silver-green lining.
"What?" Ron shot up from the floor. Hermione's tears had stopped cascading downward as she watched Ron worriedly.
Ron blinked a couple of times before turning towards Hermione and, realizing where he was, softly spoke, "Sorry, I, er, well."
Harry interrupted him smiling slightly, "Well now I can say I'm not the only one who fainted during class." Ron smiled sheepishly and shakily stood up.
Hermione grabbed his arm to steady him, "Are you ok?" she asked. Ron glared nastily at her his eyes slightly greener then usual.
"Of coarse I'm ok! I don't need your help." He spat and tugged his arm back. Hermione's teary eyes turned to fire.
"Well fine then see if I ever help you again!" She sneered and sat back down again.
"Weasley!" Snape said, "To the infirmary, I don't need any more fainting students to teach in this class. Potter, escort him as I should hope you know the way by now." He began muttering about 'Potter's ruddy scar aches' and trudged back to his desk.
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Another chapter down! I do hope this is not growing too dull for you readers. I do have planned what will be on store for poor Ronny but that is for another chapter. I'm am afraid what I have been trying to make drama/angst has been turning a bit humorous. Ah, well, lets just see what happens. If I shall write it thou must review! -Lady Karina
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, do I make myself clear?
A/N Here comes chapter 3 of the mayhem!
"Hide behind a mask of lies. I see the truth inside your eyes." -Savage Garden
Ron had become very accustomed to fainting spells these days and unbearable pains behind his eyes and yet every time he had one he claimed to not remember. These surprised Harry and Hermione greatly and were now pestering him constantly to see Madame Pomfry. Yet he waved them off and still managed to make excuses for these things and continued as though nothing was wrong.
"Potions, why potions?" sighed Harry. It seemed that the trio's last class of the day was potions and none of them were in the mood to put up with Snape. However, they reluctantly kept on walking towards Snape's classroom anyhow.
"Ah, buck up Harry." Ron said, "It is Friday after all. We could visit Hagrid afterward if you like." Ron seemed a bit perkier today though still quite pale. Harry smiled at his best friend's enthusiasm towards his least favorite subject.
They neared the classroom and Hermione opened the door. They casually stepped inside only to be met with a site that made Ron recoil and step behind Harry. Spiders. In the front of the classroom Snape stood beside a cauldron that contained over hundreds of spiders at the least.
"I really don't like this," said Ron.
"Come on, well get a seat in the back," Hermione said tugging at Ron's sleeve.
Ron nervously followed Hermione through the class and avoiding looking at the spiders in the cauldron. Harry followed shortly behind. The trio took a seat in the far back of the class and began waiting for Snape's instructions.
"Today, we will be learning to brew a Willowet potion," Snape declared. "It is highly complex and I don't doubt if some of you manage to poison your fellow classmates by dropping just a mere smidgen on them." He added with a malevolent gleam in is eye, "The instructions have been written on the board and Miss Granger," His eyes turned airily towards Hermione, "you are not to be helping Mr. Longbottom unless instructed." Hermione curtly nodded. "Very well, now get to work!" he barked.
And so the Gryffindoors jumped in their seat and ran to get their ingredients. Hermione had volunteered to get their ingredients as to Ron was edging his chair away from the spiders every few minutes and Harry kept eyeing Snape who was now seated at his desk holding something glimmering that had caught his eye.
Hermione returned shortly with the ingredients and began smashing the spiders with her pestle. Ron took the shriveling and pasted it to Harry to skin. However Harry didn't take it. Ron prodded Harry in the back.
"What're you looking at?" Ron inquired.
"Snape. Look, whats he got in his hand?" Harry answered. Ron's gaze shifted to the small glimmering object in Snape's outstretched palm, before Snape quickly grasped the object shoving it roughly in his desk. A faint red light protruded from it through the cabinet door but Snape quickly covered it up with his spare cloak and continued eyeing the students.
Harry took the shrivling from Ron and began skinning it. Ron however was still watching the red light shine through Snape's cloak. Ron jogged his memory, where had he seen this before? Ron's daydream didn't last long though as Hermione nudged him, "Stir this, will you?" she handed him a large basin filled with their ingredients. Ron gingerly took it and stirred it but his curiosity was not on their potion's assignment but on the faint red light under Snape's cloak. He slowly watched it flicker, flicker, and then die out.
Ron's vision faded, the world was growing darker, specks of multicolored stardust danced in front of his eyes and he saw no more. Hermione gasped, "Ron! Ron, are you ok? Can you hear me? Ron, oh no!" Hermione's tears edged down her beautiful face as she took hold of Ron's hand and rubbed it, "Ron come on wake up."
The class had now turned to look at the sight of Hermione crying and Ron's unconscious body. Snape strode over and bent down near Ron's face, "Ennervate," He whispered. Ron's eyes snapped open again dimly lit with a faint silver-green lining.
"What?" Ron shot up from the floor. Hermione's tears had stopped cascading downward as she watched Ron worriedly.
Ron blinked a couple of times before turning towards Hermione and, realizing where he was, softly spoke, "Sorry, I, er, well."
Harry interrupted him smiling slightly, "Well now I can say I'm not the only one who fainted during class." Ron smiled sheepishly and shakily stood up.
Hermione grabbed his arm to steady him, "Are you ok?" she asked. Ron glared nastily at her his eyes slightly greener then usual.
"Of coarse I'm ok! I don't need your help." He spat and tugged his arm back. Hermione's teary eyes turned to fire.
"Well fine then see if I ever help you again!" She sneered and sat back down again.
"Weasley!" Snape said, "To the infirmary, I don't need any more fainting students to teach in this class. Potter, escort him as I should hope you know the way by now." He began muttering about 'Potter's ruddy scar aches' and trudged back to his desk.
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Another chapter down! I do hope this is not growing too dull for you readers. I do have planned what will be on store for poor Ronny but that is for another chapter. I'm am afraid what I have been trying to make drama/angst has been turning a bit humorous. Ah, well, lets just see what happens. If I shall write it thou must review! -Lady Karina