Chapter Four Okay people, I have hit eighty reviews, and I am extremely happy. One of my Beta-readers has gone through this, but my other one hasn't sent me it back yet. Sorry Crystal Music, but people were getting impatient. Now, the humour starts to become more obvious in this one, and Sirius Black will appear in the next one for everyone who was wondering. Sorry but I'm not revealing what magical surges are yet, that will be coming in later chapters. A hint though - Dumbledore had them. Hi to the gang, and especially to Rebecca, who beta-read this for me. People, if you go to my little profile thingimibob, go to Min_1979's thing and read her stories. They are great, and compared to her I am a dull spark. Also, I forgot to mention something. I am sure that a lot of you know about the situation with Cassandra Claire, and I am sure a lot of you are unhappy about it. A few authors that have left are setting up a seperate HP fanfiction site, and I would like to ask you to allow them to post your fanfiction on their page as well as on FF.net. In my reviews page an author called Tygrestick left a review, and there should be a link to the new site from there. Thank you. That is all, Enjoy.

Disclaimer

JK Rowling is God. I am the anti-christ. I do not own the Potter series, I just stole the characters temporarily and turned them into my puppets, forcing them to perform my every whim. Bwhhaaa-haaa-haa-haa-haa-haa! MWHAAA-haa-haa-haa-haa-haaa! *coughs and splutters, before walking off muttering about how she must practice her evil laugh*

Chapter Four

It had been a week since Harry had arrived at Hogwarts, and he was still unconscious. The teachers had been watching him non-stop, but they were beginning to feel the strain of having to control Harry whenever he had a surge, as well as organising and teaching classes, and marking homework. Many of the classes had become lax because of this. One class that had not, however, was Potions.

"Neville! I specifically told you not to add the dragon bile until the potion had turned green!!" Snape's voice roared through the dungeon. "Five points from Gryffindor!"

"I-I-I'm sorry Sir, I-I-I didn't think I had…Or maybe I did…I just can't stop thinking about Harry" Neville's voice faded out as Professor Snape glared at him.

"I do not care if your best friend, or worst enemy for that matter, is lying in a hospital bed; you are not. You are in my class and as long as you are you will pay attention!"

Snape turned to walk to the front of the class, then stopped.

"Mr. Malfoy, ten points from Slytherin and a detention for touching another student's potion."

Malfoy, who had been snickering at Neville, stopped and stared at Snape in shock and anger. So did most of the class. Severus either did not notice this or did not care, as he continued walking around the classroom, giving commands and yelling at anyone who did not follow them.

Professor Snape was walking up the corridor towards the Hospital wing to take his watch when he heard Madam Pompfrey screaming angrily. He increased his pace, and was about to walk into the wing when Professor Dumbledore appeared beside him, seemingly out of thin air, and stopped him. Dumbledore motioned for him to listen, and Snape became aware, for the first time, of exactly what Poppy was yelling.

"You are not going to class and that is final! You are injured, and should be resting!"

At this, Dumbledore walked forward, and pushed the doors open. Madam Pomfrey was standing at the end of the bed, yelling at Harry, who was awake, standing, and pulling his robes on over the bandages. Pomfrey reached out to push him back onto the bed, but Harry dodged out of the way of her hand, an amazing feat considering he had both an arm and leg in plaster. Luckily it was his right arm and left leg, otherwise he would have fallen over when he moved.

"Harry, it's good to see you awake, but you really should rest," Dumbledore said, reaching out to touch Harry's arm gently. Harry jerked away, and turned to gaze at him warily. The look in Harry's eyes shocked them all. He held an air about him that was akin to that of a wild animal, ready to run or fight if something threatened him. Harry relaxed slightly when he saw it was the Headmaster, but he still remained alert, and Snape could not shake the feeling that if Harry wanted out he would get out, no matter what.

"Besides, you don't have any of your supplies yet," Dumbledore said carefully.

Harry seemed to consider this, then sat on the bed…and started putting his shoes.

Dumbledore sighed. "Okay Harry, I'll make a deal with you. If you can make it to the door leading out of the Hospital Wing without falling over or using anything besides your crutches," he said, motioning to a pair lying beside the bed, "Severus will take you to Diagon Alley for your supplies."

Harry regarded Dumbledore for a moment, then turned and looked at Snape closely, before nodding. He got up slowly, picked up the crutches, and began to carefully hobble towards the door. Poppy glared at Dumbledore, but he was too busy watching Harry to notice. Severus noticed that Dumbledore had the gleam in his eye that he got when he was testing or weighing up something. A small cough caught his attention, and Severus sighed. Harry had made it to the door.

'Congratulations, you have won a trip to Diagon Alley with one injured and most probably mentally unstable... Harry!' A sarcastic voice said in Snape's head, and he scowled. He mentally made a note not to go near the Muggle Studies Professor unless there was someone else nearby. Last night he had run into Cornelious Flagstack, and had found himself watching muggle gameshows all night, unable to escape.

"Alright Potter, get your things." Severus said, silently cursing his luck, or lack thereof. Harry grabbed his wand from the front desk near the door, where Madam Pomfrey had placed it for safekeeping, and looked expectantly at Snape. Sighing, Severus stalked past Harry, curtly telling him to follow.

The unlikely pair managed to make it to the Leaky Cauldron without any mishaps, besides the fact that Harry almost got stuck coming out of the fireplace. The few people in there stared at them curiously, then went back to studying their drinks. They made their way out to the courtyard and into Diagon Alley slowly.

"Alright Potter, where first?" Snape asked, now resigned to the fact that he was stuck with him. Harry pointed mutely towards Eelops Owl Emporium.

"We are here to get school supplies, not…" Severus started to say, then stopped. Harry had already started towards the building. Snape sighed, and began to stride after him, mentally cursing the day he had met Harry. By the time he had managed to get through the suddenly large crowds (Severus was sure that there was some kind of society that made it their business to get in the way just when it was least convenient), Harry already had a large pile of various contraptions and supplies piled on the counter, ranging from 'Grandma's Grand Feather Glosser' to 'Bernie's Bone Breakage Brew'. The shopkeeper was just handing the change to Harry, when a great black and brown screech owl flew in. The wind from its wings blew Harry's fringe out of his eyes, and a second later the shopkeeper began to babble.

"Harry Potter!! The Harry Potter!! In my store! Fantastic to meet you, never believed I would be lucky enough to…" The man reached out to clap Harry on the shoulder. In an instant, Harry was crouched, ready to run. The shopkeeper pulled back in alarm, and began to apologise to Harry, and then to Snape as he watched him guide Harry out of the building. Severus turned Harry about to face him and was just about to give him an earful when Harry stiffened. The Potions Master watched in dismay as Harry's eyes became unfocused, and he began to scream. Hundreds of miles away, the newly replaced white orb next to Harry's bed in the Hospital Wing began to shriek along with him.

People turned to stare at the screaming teenager, then started to panic as shop windows cracked, warped and fell out of their frames. People doing their weekly shopping found that instead of holding a bag with a bottle of butterbeer in it they were now holding a bag leaking butterbeer that had shards of glass floating in it. Harry fell to the ground, and Snape moved to hold him down. Several people, thinking that Severus was attacking Harry, tried to pull him away. After placing them under the full body bind, Snape turned back to Harry. He was already calming down, and within a few minutes he opened his eyes and slowly stood. He glanced around at all the people staring at him, brushed off his robes and headed towards the Apothecary. Severus, who had been removing the Body Binds he had cast and apologising, turned around to see Harry halfway there, and, growling a curse, set off after him. Once again the large crowds seemed to get in the irate Potions Master's way, and by the time he had reached the Apothecary Harry was already on his way out. Growling under his breath, Snape grabbed Harry's arm and guided him towards Flourish and Blotts as he seemed intent on completing his mission. They gathered up the books needed and payed for them, before Severus, who was, although he would never admit it, a little concerned about Harry guided him to a seat. Just as Harry sat down, Dumbledore appeared from a fountain that was in the middle of the street, looking extremely worried. He strode towards them, and asked Professor Snape what had happened. As Severus explained, Dumbledore hurried the pair to the fountain and, murmuring something unintelligible under his breath and tapping one of the taps with his wand, opened a secret passage. The water from the fountain shielded them from view, and they walked quickly into the passage.

"This tunnel leads directly to Hogwarts. It has a distance spell on it, so it only takes half an hour to get here," Dumbledore said in answer to Snape's questioning look. Severus nodded, then remembering something, turned towards the entrance into Diagon Alley. Taking out his wand, he muttered Sonorus Directus.

"If I ever," the Professor said in a chillingly calm voice, "Ever find out who is behind the so-called spontaneous large crowds here, I will track them down and carve out their spleen with a dull wooden spoon." He then stalked away, followed by an extremely amused Dumbledore. Harry followed quietly, his gaze locked on his feet.

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In Knockturn Alley, a trio of figures shuddered as they heard Snape's threat, then laughed nervously.

"Do you, er, think we should change our target?" One asked timidly.

"No way." said another, barely able to control the amusement in his voice. "This is way too much fun." Having finished their meeting, the three highest members in the Secret Society for Spontaneous Crowds and Annoying Obstacles went their separate ways.