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Chapter Six: Sea of Red and Gold.
"I still can't get the smell out of my hair."
"Have you tried the stuff the teacher gave everyone?"
"Yes. It hasn't made any difference."
"If you hair was not so messy then you would be able to get rid of it. You would think you could use a comb once in a while. Everyone else has managed to get rid of the smell. It's just you. If you could get rid of it before we have to sleep near it that would be good though."
"Shut up, Rasmas."
"It's Remus."
"Whatever."
The conversation was starting to get annoying. Very. It had been going on for at least an hour and I had no where to go to get away from it.
It almost made me regret causing the plant to explode in Herboligy.
Well, not that much.
"Don't you know any spells that could remove it? I don't want to have to go around school tomorrow smelling like a cross between a clove of garlic and tomato sauce." The one named James argued.
"Believe me, we all want it cured before then." The remaining member of the dorm called from his bed.
"There. Leave that one for about half an hour and the smell should be gone. I do mean half an hour this time though." 'Remus' said, pouring quarter of a bottle of stuff onto James' head.
"It is not my fault! It was burning my brain!"
"Yes, but you did not have to run outside, yelling 'ow, my brain. My brain is melting. Help my brain.' That was going a bit overboard I thought."
"You did not have to put up with it. You don't know what it felt like."
In the end I could not stay there any longer. I managed to get out of the dormitory unnoticed and even the common room. I was halfway down another one of the corridors when-
"Oh look. It's the traitor."
"What do you want Snape?"
"Revenge. You should have been killed for being weak. You should not have been rewarded."
"Really?" I asked him- I knew that I was overstepping the line but I could not help it. Something was making me. I suppose it was just the rage at being a Gryffindor boiling up inside me. Whatever it was, it affected both of us. As evident in the fact that one moment we were both standing on opposite side of a hallway and the next, well, we were at each others throats. Almost literally.
It was my first fight that I had been in that I was not forced to fight. Despite the fact that I nearly lost all of my battles and that this was one that I could actually walk away from, I did not. I was just so angry that everything around me was in a red haze and I could not even feel the pain of his fist connecting with my face and breaking my jaw.
I was about to get the upper hand, I think. When someone came down the hall. I expected them to just walk past but instead, they reached over and easily pulled Snape off me. I gasped for breath and the pain of my jaw came flooding into me all in one go.
I looked up out of a badly bruised eye and saw one of the people from my dormitory standing there. Sirus I think his name was.
Whatever his name was, he had cost me the last strap of dignity that I had to hold on to. I had been saved by a Gryffindor.
It was a very dark day indeed.
"Can't fight you're own battles anymore then? You will regret this Pettigrew. You might consider yourself okay now but just wait. When you're trapped in a sea of red and gold you can't get out of it. Ever." Snape said, striding off down the hallway, seemingly unhurt from the battle.