Chapter 7 Meetings
By, Silver Lighting
Albus Dumbledore was just sitting down to have a cup of sweet tea in his Hogwarts office when a great roar came from outside. Looking out his window, he saw Hagrid, the gamekeeper, running to the open front gates. Turning his pale blue eyes toward the gate, Dumbledore almost chocked on the hot tea he had taken a sip of. For there, walking as calmly as you please, was Severus Snape, leaning on the young shoulders of Harry Potter.
By the looks of things, Snape was too weak to walk any farther. That theory was proven correct, as Severus collapsed to the soft green grass, pulling the youngster with him.
Turning quickly, Dumbledore ran as fast as his old bones would let him down to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey was staying this summer.
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Harry watched with guarded, dull eyes as Dumbledore lead the way to the Hospital Wing. Snape was thrown over Hagrid's shoulder in a fireman's carry. Harry knew that he wouldn't wake before the sun went down; he'd been hit too many times with the Cruciatus Curse. He would be very lucky, Harry knew, to wake with his sanity. Very lucky, indeed.
Entering the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey told Hagrid to lay Snape down on one of the two beds that had been made up for them. Dumbledore must've thought that we were both hurt, Harry thought. Sorry to disappoint.
"Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said, "Would you please get on the other bed?"
"Why?" Harry asked, startling the three adults. He'd never before questioned them.
Pomfrey glanced over at the Headmaster before answering. "So that I can examine you."
"I think it would be best to look over the one that's passed out, not the one standing here talking to you," he replied coolly.
He jerked sharply to the right when Dumbledore reached out to him. Again, he'd startled everyone in the room but Snape, who was unconscious. Dumbledore drop his hand, staring at Harry as if he'd never seen him before; Hagrid's mouth was hanging open; Pomfrey had stilled with the sheet she'd been about to place over Snape held in midair.
Taking two steps back, toward the door, Harry watch them all suspiciously. When Hagrid side-stepped the older man, Harry turned and fled the Hospital Wing, running down stairs till he was in front of the Great Hall.
Pulling one of the heavy doors open, he ran into the outside. The sky was quickly turning from afternoon pink to the dull gray of night fall. Harry ran till he reached the weeping willow beside the lake. There, he fell to his knees and rolled onto his back, staring at the sky as the first stars came out.
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In the Hospital Wing, Dumbledore was holding Hagrid's thick arm, keeping him back from chasing after Harry. "Give him time, Rubeus. I think he needs that more than anything right now."
"His a seer," came a shaky whisper from Snape's bed. "He 'saw' where I'd been. He 'saw' the Dark Lord coming for us." There was a small pause as Snape tried to get the last bit out. "He 'saw'……… He 'saw' what would have happened to both of us, had we stayed."
By, Silver Lighting
Albus Dumbledore was just sitting down to have a cup of sweet tea in his Hogwarts office when a great roar came from outside. Looking out his window, he saw Hagrid, the gamekeeper, running to the open front gates. Turning his pale blue eyes toward the gate, Dumbledore almost chocked on the hot tea he had taken a sip of. For there, walking as calmly as you please, was Severus Snape, leaning on the young shoulders of Harry Potter.
By the looks of things, Snape was too weak to walk any farther. That theory was proven correct, as Severus collapsed to the soft green grass, pulling the youngster with him.
Turning quickly, Dumbledore ran as fast as his old bones would let him down to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey was staying this summer.
~*
Harry watched with guarded, dull eyes as Dumbledore lead the way to the Hospital Wing. Snape was thrown over Hagrid's shoulder in a fireman's carry. Harry knew that he wouldn't wake before the sun went down; he'd been hit too many times with the Cruciatus Curse. He would be very lucky, Harry knew, to wake with his sanity. Very lucky, indeed.
Entering the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey told Hagrid to lay Snape down on one of the two beds that had been made up for them. Dumbledore must've thought that we were both hurt, Harry thought. Sorry to disappoint.
"Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said, "Would you please get on the other bed?"
"Why?" Harry asked, startling the three adults. He'd never before questioned them.
Pomfrey glanced over at the Headmaster before answering. "So that I can examine you."
"I think it would be best to look over the one that's passed out, not the one standing here talking to you," he replied coolly.
He jerked sharply to the right when Dumbledore reached out to him. Again, he'd startled everyone in the room but Snape, who was unconscious. Dumbledore drop his hand, staring at Harry as if he'd never seen him before; Hagrid's mouth was hanging open; Pomfrey had stilled with the sheet she'd been about to place over Snape held in midair.
Taking two steps back, toward the door, Harry watch them all suspiciously. When Hagrid side-stepped the older man, Harry turned and fled the Hospital Wing, running down stairs till he was in front of the Great Hall.
Pulling one of the heavy doors open, he ran into the outside. The sky was quickly turning from afternoon pink to the dull gray of night fall. Harry ran till he reached the weeping willow beside the lake. There, he fell to his knees and rolled onto his back, staring at the sky as the first stars came out.
~*
In the Hospital Wing, Dumbledore was holding Hagrid's thick arm, keeping him back from chasing after Harry. "Give him time, Rubeus. I think he needs that more than anything right now."
"His a seer," came a shaky whisper from Snape's bed. "He 'saw' where I'd been. He 'saw' the Dark Lord coming for us." There was a small pause as Snape tried to get the last bit out. "He 'saw'……… He 'saw' what would have happened to both of us, had we stayed."