A Simple Wish: Chapter 3
Previously on A Simple Wish:
"What penance Harry? Harry? Please tell me!" Sirius worriedly replied and he gained a nod of agreement from everybody else.
With a croaky voice void of any emotion, Harry whispered "The Cruciatus Curse."
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The room was so silent that Harry's shuddering breaths were slicing through the room.
"Harry." Dumbledore began slowly, "There were no signs of dark magic at the house. Are you sure it was the Cruciatus Curse?"
Harry lowered his eyes to the floor and pronounced his words carefully to cover up his trembling, "It was the Cruciatus. Voldemort cast it on me."
Everyone appeared startled, yet confused.
* How could anyone cast it on the boy? No magic was detected on his relative's house - surely he is making it up to gain attention! * Thought Severus while never taking his gaze off of the ghostly pale boy.
"Harry, there's no way Voldemort could have cast it. If he were able to get through the protective wards, the magic would still have been detected." Remus explained carefully.
They will never believe me unless I tell them about the dreams. I can't tell, I won't! They will see me as weak. * Argued Harry in his head.
"Potter, did Voldemort cast the curse at your house?" Severus questioned.
Harry sighed, * I suppose I will have to tell. *
"No P-professor. I.I have been having nightmares. V-Voldemort converses with me most of the time. T-tonight when I dreamt, he cast it on me and I awoke with its affects." Harry whispered, eyes still downcast.
"Harry why didn't you owl us?! This is a very serious matter!" Sirius scolded.
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, "go with Madam Pomfrey to the medical wing so you can be treated." Harry slowly slid off of the table, took one step, and collapsed. Severus, who just happened to be seated right by Harry, caught him.
"Thank you Professor." Harry said weakly, followed by savage coughing that ended up with him spitting blood up.
"Severus please help Madam Pomfrey escort young Mr. Potter to the Medical Wing." Dumbledore said, leaving no room for argument.
Carefully, Severus cradled the pale, skinny child against his chest, and left the room without a word.
"Place Harry on the bed while I go get some potions," Pomfrey said when they reached the Medical Wing.
Grumbling on the unfairness of it all, Snape slowly lowered the boy into a white bed. * He looks so weak. * Severus thought while looking at the boy's features. Slowly, Severus raised his hand to Harry's face as if to brush a piece of untamable hair away. As if realizing what he was doing as Pomfrey came bustling in, he abruptly jerked away and stalked out the door.
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Back in the room where the Order of the Phoenix was residing, Dumbledore had hastily called for dismissal due to recent events and issued a reminder that they would meet two weeks from then.
As Severus returned and everyone else was leaving, Dumbledore called Sirius, Remus, and Severus into his office.
"Lemon drop?" The Headmaster offered after the marauders were seated and Severus was gazing out the window in the corner. "No? Well, then I suggest we get down to business. I understand that Harry will need a placed to stay until he recovers. Sirius you're in hiding with Remus, and I cannot afford to place him with you. The rest of the staff and the order are all away on different missions so he cannot be placed with them either." His gaze shifted towards the tall, dark man glaring out the window.
Immediately sensing the Headmaster's unasked question, Severus exclaimed, "You expect me to take that-that-BRAT into my room here at Hogwarts and watch him! Certainly not! We both detest each other! What happens when HE calls? No, I won't!"
"Severus, please! The boy needs someone to watch him for now, and I am fairly certain the boy does not DETEST you. Maybe if you weren't so unfair to him you might see what you are blinded to. As for when Voldemort calls for you, I sure he is mature enough to understand. You may go collect him tomorrow morning after he is healed. I'll have his things fetched from the Dursley's and brought to your living quarters." Dumbledore said with a tone that not meant to be argued with.
Huffing with anger, Severus stormed out, his cloak billowing out around him.
"Albus you can't be serious!" Sirius exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Sirius, but there is no other choices. Harry is not safe with you and you know this. You can visit him when the Order has meetings. Now that is final. I expect to see you in two weeks." Dumbledore replied.
----- The next morning in the Medical Wing
Harry stirred from a sleep void of any nightmares thanks to the dreamless sleep potion Pomfrey had demanded that he take.
Slowly he raised himself into a sitting position as to not jar any of his bruises. Placing his glasses on this nose he glanced into a mirror across the room and gaped. Snapping his head around, he quickly scanned the room for another person. Finding none, he turned back to the mirror to gape again. * It can't be! That is ME! * Harry thought, eyes wide with shock.
He reflection was of a person with severely pale skin, narrow face, and high cheekbones. His eyes were tilted on a slight slant while his eyebrows arched gracefully over them. His once short, messy hair was replaced with longer, black tresses that curled at the ends.
His unwavering gaze was broken as the door to the wing was opened and shut forcefully.
Suddenly his curtain was drawn back, and Professor Snape towered over him, his menacing glare resting on Harry.
* Can he not see what has happened to me? Maybe I was imagining it? * Thought Harry.
"The Headmaster," Professor Snape spat out, "has requested that you stay with me until further notice."
Harry's eyes widened slightly as Snape stalked away before he mentally scolded himself. * You should be grateful. No one should have to house a killer like you. *
"POTTER!" Snapped Snape, who was waiting by the door. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Harry sighed and slowly slipped from bed, and clumsily followed. Neither of them said a word until they reached the dungeons where a portrait of a tall man with black hair and black eyes stood, a menacing look across his features. A snake was intertwined around the man's arm.
"Password?" The man hissed. Severus whispered something, and stepped through the open portrait.
The living room was decorated with a plain leather coach with two match chairs placed in front of a roaring fire. Paintings were scattered around the walls. Four doors were situated around the room.
Stalking up to one, Snape pointed and spoke harshly, "This is my lab. You are not to enter it for any reason." The next one was his room, which was also restricted. The third was the bathroom where Harry could see a small bag of toiletries laid upon the counter with his initials on it.
The last door was his own room, where Snape promptly left to take refuge in his lab. The room was plainly decorated with large bed with a dark green down comforter, a desk, a dresser, and a closet. His own chest was placed at the end of the bed.
Exhausted from the journey to the dungeons, he walked over to the bed and eased himself in, and quickly fell into a restless sleep.
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That's it for Chapter 3- that was a long one for me! I hope everybody likes it! Expect Chapter 4 to be up sometime this week. Keep up with the reviews! Thanks!
- Magami
Previously on A Simple Wish:
"What penance Harry? Harry? Please tell me!" Sirius worriedly replied and he gained a nod of agreement from everybody else.
With a croaky voice void of any emotion, Harry whispered "The Cruciatus Curse."
-----
The room was so silent that Harry's shuddering breaths were slicing through the room.
"Harry." Dumbledore began slowly, "There were no signs of dark magic at the house. Are you sure it was the Cruciatus Curse?"
Harry lowered his eyes to the floor and pronounced his words carefully to cover up his trembling, "It was the Cruciatus. Voldemort cast it on me."
Everyone appeared startled, yet confused.
* How could anyone cast it on the boy? No magic was detected on his relative's house - surely he is making it up to gain attention! * Thought Severus while never taking his gaze off of the ghostly pale boy.
"Harry, there's no way Voldemort could have cast it. If he were able to get through the protective wards, the magic would still have been detected." Remus explained carefully.
They will never believe me unless I tell them about the dreams. I can't tell, I won't! They will see me as weak. * Argued Harry in his head.
"Potter, did Voldemort cast the curse at your house?" Severus questioned.
Harry sighed, * I suppose I will have to tell. *
"No P-professor. I.I have been having nightmares. V-Voldemort converses with me most of the time. T-tonight when I dreamt, he cast it on me and I awoke with its affects." Harry whispered, eyes still downcast.
"Harry why didn't you owl us?! This is a very serious matter!" Sirius scolded.
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, "go with Madam Pomfrey to the medical wing so you can be treated." Harry slowly slid off of the table, took one step, and collapsed. Severus, who just happened to be seated right by Harry, caught him.
"Thank you Professor." Harry said weakly, followed by savage coughing that ended up with him spitting blood up.
"Severus please help Madam Pomfrey escort young Mr. Potter to the Medical Wing." Dumbledore said, leaving no room for argument.
Carefully, Severus cradled the pale, skinny child against his chest, and left the room without a word.
"Place Harry on the bed while I go get some potions," Pomfrey said when they reached the Medical Wing.
Grumbling on the unfairness of it all, Snape slowly lowered the boy into a white bed. * He looks so weak. * Severus thought while looking at the boy's features. Slowly, Severus raised his hand to Harry's face as if to brush a piece of untamable hair away. As if realizing what he was doing as Pomfrey came bustling in, he abruptly jerked away and stalked out the door.
-----
Back in the room where the Order of the Phoenix was residing, Dumbledore had hastily called for dismissal due to recent events and issued a reminder that they would meet two weeks from then.
As Severus returned and everyone else was leaving, Dumbledore called Sirius, Remus, and Severus into his office.
"Lemon drop?" The Headmaster offered after the marauders were seated and Severus was gazing out the window in the corner. "No? Well, then I suggest we get down to business. I understand that Harry will need a placed to stay until he recovers. Sirius you're in hiding with Remus, and I cannot afford to place him with you. The rest of the staff and the order are all away on different missions so he cannot be placed with them either." His gaze shifted towards the tall, dark man glaring out the window.
Immediately sensing the Headmaster's unasked question, Severus exclaimed, "You expect me to take that-that-BRAT into my room here at Hogwarts and watch him! Certainly not! We both detest each other! What happens when HE calls? No, I won't!"
"Severus, please! The boy needs someone to watch him for now, and I am fairly certain the boy does not DETEST you. Maybe if you weren't so unfair to him you might see what you are blinded to. As for when Voldemort calls for you, I sure he is mature enough to understand. You may go collect him tomorrow morning after he is healed. I'll have his things fetched from the Dursley's and brought to your living quarters." Dumbledore said with a tone that not meant to be argued with.
Huffing with anger, Severus stormed out, his cloak billowing out around him.
"Albus you can't be serious!" Sirius exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Sirius, but there is no other choices. Harry is not safe with you and you know this. You can visit him when the Order has meetings. Now that is final. I expect to see you in two weeks." Dumbledore replied.
----- The next morning in the Medical Wing
Harry stirred from a sleep void of any nightmares thanks to the dreamless sleep potion Pomfrey had demanded that he take.
Slowly he raised himself into a sitting position as to not jar any of his bruises. Placing his glasses on this nose he glanced into a mirror across the room and gaped. Snapping his head around, he quickly scanned the room for another person. Finding none, he turned back to the mirror to gape again. * It can't be! That is ME! * Harry thought, eyes wide with shock.
He reflection was of a person with severely pale skin, narrow face, and high cheekbones. His eyes were tilted on a slight slant while his eyebrows arched gracefully over them. His once short, messy hair was replaced with longer, black tresses that curled at the ends.
His unwavering gaze was broken as the door to the wing was opened and shut forcefully.
Suddenly his curtain was drawn back, and Professor Snape towered over him, his menacing glare resting on Harry.
* Can he not see what has happened to me? Maybe I was imagining it? * Thought Harry.
"The Headmaster," Professor Snape spat out, "has requested that you stay with me until further notice."
Harry's eyes widened slightly as Snape stalked away before he mentally scolded himself. * You should be grateful. No one should have to house a killer like you. *
"POTTER!" Snapped Snape, who was waiting by the door. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Harry sighed and slowly slipped from bed, and clumsily followed. Neither of them said a word until they reached the dungeons where a portrait of a tall man with black hair and black eyes stood, a menacing look across his features. A snake was intertwined around the man's arm.
"Password?" The man hissed. Severus whispered something, and stepped through the open portrait.
The living room was decorated with a plain leather coach with two match chairs placed in front of a roaring fire. Paintings were scattered around the walls. Four doors were situated around the room.
Stalking up to one, Snape pointed and spoke harshly, "This is my lab. You are not to enter it for any reason." The next one was his room, which was also restricted. The third was the bathroom where Harry could see a small bag of toiletries laid upon the counter with his initials on it.
The last door was his own room, where Snape promptly left to take refuge in his lab. The room was plainly decorated with large bed with a dark green down comforter, a desk, a dresser, and a closet. His own chest was placed at the end of the bed.
Exhausted from the journey to the dungeons, he walked over to the bed and eased himself in, and quickly fell into a restless sleep.
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That's it for Chapter 3- that was a long one for me! I hope everybody likes it! Expect Chapter 4 to be up sometime this week. Keep up with the reviews! Thanks!
- Magami