A.N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. School started on the 29th, and I entered
High School, so it was a difficult adjustment. And, on top of that, I got writer's block.
So...be gentle.
A half an hour after arriving at Hogwarts, Snape left his quarters heading
towards the Hospital Wing. He walked in a daze, his mind swirling with questions
and pictures from earlier that day.
Trying to block out the feared fact that Harry might not come out of the
Hospital Wing alive, he foccused on somthing less...depressing; but much more
confusing.
'How does Sirius know that he could jump from the Astronomy Tower safely?
Dumbledore had set up those wards when he had become Headmaster. And that
was years before he even started school! The only way he could have known is...'
He broke out of his reverie as he realized he could no longer walk, for
his whole right leg had went right through one of the vanishing steps.
He roared in rage, but quickly put a hand to his mouth so he wouldn't
disturb the classes.
Then, hitting himself on the head, he realized there were no classes.
Growling darkly at himself, he grabbed the banister and pulled himself out of the
stair and continued to the Hospital Wing, no thinking as deeply so he wouldn't
fall through the stairs again.
~*~*~*
Resching the door of the Hospital wing, Snape hesitated. He didn't even
think he was needed, let alone wanted. Frowning sadly at himself, he turned away
and started walking back to the dungeons.
Not even five steps away, a blood-curdling scream sounded from behind
the doors. Whirling back around he ran back and threw the doors open, horrified.
Harry was laying on a bed screaming as though his life depended on it.
Draco, Ron, and Hermione were at the end of the bed, holding down Harry's legs
as he thrashed madly. Remus and Sirius(in dog form) were holding down Harry's
left arm, Madame Pomfrey was holding his other.
Snape raced to there side, holding Harry's thin torso in place as he
continued to scream and jump uncontrolably. Snape watched as Harry's scar
faintly glowed green as it had before, and begin to bleed down his forhead, making
a scarlet stain on his pillows.
Harry's screaming subsided, and he layed still once again. Everyone
panickly at Harry who wasn't breathing.
Snape - noticing a long strand of pink substance coming out of Harry's
temple to an instrument on his bed side table - watched as two yellow lines suddenly
flattened on the box-like instrument. The black dog next to him gave a howl as
Hermione shreeked., "He's flat-lined!"
Before Pomfrey could even begin to help when the doors flew open and
banged off the wall, much more harder than Snape had done, and Minister of
Magic stomped into the ward.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" He yelled, causing all of them to stare at
him open-mouthed. Fudge was deep red in the face, spit flying from his mouth.
"WHAT SCAM ARE YOU ALL PULLING? DUMBLEDORE SHOWED UP IN MY
OFFICE, WITH WHO HE CLAIMED WERE DEATH EATERS AND THE BODY
OF YOU-KNOW-WHO!" He roared, and made his way torwards them.
Snape flung at Fudge and pinned him against the wall, his face becoming
as red as the Minister's. "How dare you call all of this a scam!" He hissed at Fudge
angrily. "Harry Potter has killed Voldemort, and now is dying himself! And you dare
come in here! If you were a true Minister you wouldn't be so damn blinded! Those
are Death Eaters, and that was the body of Voldemort! You-" Snape was cut off as
he began to glow green, and heard Pomfrey speak.
"Harry's brain waves - they're surging!" she whispered in shock. Snape
turned to see the bottom yellow line zig-zag wildly across the screen. He then felt his
body begin to rise off the air. Frightened he looked around the room, then was flung
into a chair away from Fudge.
Eveyone looked at the screen and Snape in shock, especially Fudge.
Then the top line on the screen also began to zig-zag, much to their wonder and relief.
"Look!" Remus said, and pointed to Harry's left arm right above his elbow.
They all watched as a mark apeared, roughly around the sze of the Dark mark, but
red, not black. Amazingly a snow white Pheonix appeared. As they watched closer,
the Pheonix's eyes opened and winked at them with it's beautiful green eyes.
And again they watched as Harry's scar began to glow, and created an
image on the ceiling. They all watched as the image showed them what had happened
that day. It started when Snape was carying Harry and running through the woods -
to when Ron and Hermione revealed themselves to Snape - Voldemort dropping
Harry of the cliff - and to Fudge's horror - Harry defeating Voldemort.
The picture faded and Harry's scar stopped glowing. Everyone turned to
see Snape sneering at Fudge from across the room. "Well, is that enough proof
for you?" Fudge looked at them all disbelievingly, and walked out the doors.
~*~*
A.N: Well, that was...erm...hard. I seem to behaving dificulty with these chapters lately.
So bare with me as I try to write the next one. Oh, I hate Fudge by the way, so if you think
I was maybe to tough on him, to bad.
A.N.2: When you review, tell me if you think I should write a sequel or not. I allready
have written two chapters for a possible sequel, and I think it'll be better than the
original.
High School, so it was a difficult adjustment. And, on top of that, I got writer's block.
So...be gentle.
A half an hour after arriving at Hogwarts, Snape left his quarters heading
towards the Hospital Wing. He walked in a daze, his mind swirling with questions
and pictures from earlier that day.
Trying to block out the feared fact that Harry might not come out of the
Hospital Wing alive, he foccused on somthing less...depressing; but much more
confusing.
'How does Sirius know that he could jump from the Astronomy Tower safely?
Dumbledore had set up those wards when he had become Headmaster. And that
was years before he even started school! The only way he could have known is...'
He broke out of his reverie as he realized he could no longer walk, for
his whole right leg had went right through one of the vanishing steps.
He roared in rage, but quickly put a hand to his mouth so he wouldn't
disturb the classes.
Then, hitting himself on the head, he realized there were no classes.
Growling darkly at himself, he grabbed the banister and pulled himself out of the
stair and continued to the Hospital Wing, no thinking as deeply so he wouldn't
fall through the stairs again.
~*~*~*
Resching the door of the Hospital wing, Snape hesitated. He didn't even
think he was needed, let alone wanted. Frowning sadly at himself, he turned away
and started walking back to the dungeons.
Not even five steps away, a blood-curdling scream sounded from behind
the doors. Whirling back around he ran back and threw the doors open, horrified.
Harry was laying on a bed screaming as though his life depended on it.
Draco, Ron, and Hermione were at the end of the bed, holding down Harry's legs
as he thrashed madly. Remus and Sirius(in dog form) were holding down Harry's
left arm, Madame Pomfrey was holding his other.
Snape raced to there side, holding Harry's thin torso in place as he
continued to scream and jump uncontrolably. Snape watched as Harry's scar
faintly glowed green as it had before, and begin to bleed down his forhead, making
a scarlet stain on his pillows.
Harry's screaming subsided, and he layed still once again. Everyone
panickly at Harry who wasn't breathing.
Snape - noticing a long strand of pink substance coming out of Harry's
temple to an instrument on his bed side table - watched as two yellow lines suddenly
flattened on the box-like instrument. The black dog next to him gave a howl as
Hermione shreeked., "He's flat-lined!"
Before Pomfrey could even begin to help when the doors flew open and
banged off the wall, much more harder than Snape had done, and Minister of
Magic stomped into the ward.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" He yelled, causing all of them to stare at
him open-mouthed. Fudge was deep red in the face, spit flying from his mouth.
"WHAT SCAM ARE YOU ALL PULLING? DUMBLEDORE SHOWED UP IN MY
OFFICE, WITH WHO HE CLAIMED WERE DEATH EATERS AND THE BODY
OF YOU-KNOW-WHO!" He roared, and made his way torwards them.
Snape flung at Fudge and pinned him against the wall, his face becoming
as red as the Minister's. "How dare you call all of this a scam!" He hissed at Fudge
angrily. "Harry Potter has killed Voldemort, and now is dying himself! And you dare
come in here! If you were a true Minister you wouldn't be so damn blinded! Those
are Death Eaters, and that was the body of Voldemort! You-" Snape was cut off as
he began to glow green, and heard Pomfrey speak.
"Harry's brain waves - they're surging!" she whispered in shock. Snape
turned to see the bottom yellow line zig-zag wildly across the screen. He then felt his
body begin to rise off the air. Frightened he looked around the room, then was flung
into a chair away from Fudge.
Eveyone looked at the screen and Snape in shock, especially Fudge.
Then the top line on the screen also began to zig-zag, much to their wonder and relief.
"Look!" Remus said, and pointed to Harry's left arm right above his elbow.
They all watched as a mark apeared, roughly around the sze of the Dark mark, but
red, not black. Amazingly a snow white Pheonix appeared. As they watched closer,
the Pheonix's eyes opened and winked at them with it's beautiful green eyes.
And again they watched as Harry's scar began to glow, and created an
image on the ceiling. They all watched as the image showed them what had happened
that day. It started when Snape was carying Harry and running through the woods -
to when Ron and Hermione revealed themselves to Snape - Voldemort dropping
Harry of the cliff - and to Fudge's horror - Harry defeating Voldemort.
The picture faded and Harry's scar stopped glowing. Everyone turned to
see Snape sneering at Fudge from across the room. "Well, is that enough proof
for you?" Fudge looked at them all disbelievingly, and walked out the doors.
~*~*
A.N: Well, that was...erm...hard. I seem to behaving dificulty with these chapters lately.
So bare with me as I try to write the next one. Oh, I hate Fudge by the way, so if you think
I was maybe to tough on him, to bad.
A.N.2: When you review, tell me if you think I should write a sequel or not. I allready
have written two chapters for a possible sequel, and I think it'll be better than the
original.