Chapter 10 Fear
Harry stared out at the night sky, his mind mercifully blank. His bottle green eyes followed a shooting star that seemed to be falling from the heavens. It's tail was a soft blue-white that had to be, at the least, the size of a Quidditch field. Quickly following the tail, more stars fell, as if the heavens no longer wanted to share the massive night sky with the bright beauties that lead travelers on this moonless night.
He was currently sitting up on his hospital bed, facing away from the doors. A thin, shell-colored blanket was pulled over his thin shoulders, protecting him from the slight chill that seemed to lure the wary into it's icy depts.
Try as he might, Harry couldn't seem to keep his mind from wondering to that afternoon. All he could remember was Lucius Malfoy walking toward him and feeling a warning in the back of his mind. He didn't know how he did it, but somehow, he'd held the older man off without even touching him. Then he remembered Hagrid running toward him and something, a confused part of his mind, no doubt, refusing to let the half-giant near him. When Harry saw Hagrid going down, he'd tried to stop the unknown-force from crushing the giant. Harry would have done it too, except, Dumbledore and Snape had run up to him and the Headmaster had yelled something at him, a spell or incantation of some sort. That was as far as his memories went, before waking in the hospital wing from yet another nightmare.
It was tearing Harry to pieces not knowing what had happened to Hagrid. Never would Harry do something that could hurt the big, gentle man. But for some unknown reason, Harry couldn't let his giant friend near him, no matter how hard he'd tried.
Never had Harry felt more alone then right now, staring out at the night sky, while on the other side of the Hospital Wing door, Snape, Hagrid, and Dumbledore stood talking in hushed voices about what had happened. Finally, the isolation was too much for poor Harry.
Turning toward the door, Harry felt a rush of magic go through him as the swing doors were thrown open and the three adults turned swiftly and looked at the pale young man that sat quietly on the white bed.
"If you're going to talk about me," Harry said lowly, "do it to my face, not my back."
Harry noticed that Hagrid wouldn't look him in the eye, while Snape kept in the shadows. However, it was Dumbledore's reaction that caused Harry to really begin to worry. There was concern in his blue eyes, along with worry, respect and a fine line of fear. Never had Harry seen fear in the old Headmaster's eyes. And that scared him. Because he knew that the Headmaster was afraid of him, Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived…
Harry stared out at the night sky, his mind mercifully blank. His bottle green eyes followed a shooting star that seemed to be falling from the heavens. It's tail was a soft blue-white that had to be, at the least, the size of a Quidditch field. Quickly following the tail, more stars fell, as if the heavens no longer wanted to share the massive night sky with the bright beauties that lead travelers on this moonless night.
He was currently sitting up on his hospital bed, facing away from the doors. A thin, shell-colored blanket was pulled over his thin shoulders, protecting him from the slight chill that seemed to lure the wary into it's icy depts.
Try as he might, Harry couldn't seem to keep his mind from wondering to that afternoon. All he could remember was Lucius Malfoy walking toward him and feeling a warning in the back of his mind. He didn't know how he did it, but somehow, he'd held the older man off without even touching him. Then he remembered Hagrid running toward him and something, a confused part of his mind, no doubt, refusing to let the half-giant near him. When Harry saw Hagrid going down, he'd tried to stop the unknown-force from crushing the giant. Harry would have done it too, except, Dumbledore and Snape had run up to him and the Headmaster had yelled something at him, a spell or incantation of some sort. That was as far as his memories went, before waking in the hospital wing from yet another nightmare.
It was tearing Harry to pieces not knowing what had happened to Hagrid. Never would Harry do something that could hurt the big, gentle man. But for some unknown reason, Harry couldn't let his giant friend near him, no matter how hard he'd tried.
Never had Harry felt more alone then right now, staring out at the night sky, while on the other side of the Hospital Wing door, Snape, Hagrid, and Dumbledore stood talking in hushed voices about what had happened. Finally, the isolation was too much for poor Harry.
Turning toward the door, Harry felt a rush of magic go through him as the swing doors were thrown open and the three adults turned swiftly and looked at the pale young man that sat quietly on the white bed.
"If you're going to talk about me," Harry said lowly, "do it to my face, not my back."
Harry noticed that Hagrid wouldn't look him in the eye, while Snape kept in the shadows. However, it was Dumbledore's reaction that caused Harry to really begin to worry. There was concern in his blue eyes, along with worry, respect and a fine line of fear. Never had Harry seen fear in the old Headmaster's eyes. And that scared him. Because he knew that the Headmaster was afraid of him, Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived…