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line. This is a response to Severitus' challenge. And I want you to know
that I am not being paid to do this.
A/N: Well I loved to read these challenge ones, so I decided, what the heck let's do it. Thanx for all of ur reviews I love getting them. Petrol is gasoline yes, well I'm British you see. And yes all the chapters are after Ocean Colour Scene songs, no reason, I like them and well the box for their greatest hits is right in front of me, thought it would be kinda cool.
Chapter 4---- The Day We Caught The Train
Harry walked through the corridors and down the stairs. He knew what he was going to do, and he was going to do it. He'd been moping in Gryffindor tower for almost a week now, but he was going to do something about it now. He was going to do it.
After walking down many a staircase and through corridors he arrived at Snapes' office. He checked his map to make sure Snape was in his classroom, and he walked in. After coating the entire room with petrol that he had found in the muggle studies classroom he grabbed a bit of cloth from the cupboard he wrapped it around a stick of wood. He then pulled out matches and set it alight. The torch worked, but a torch wasn't what Harry was going to use it for.
It made sense to set fire the material things first, the desk, which was wood and the painting above it. The flames licked around the room so quickly Harry was beginning to get worried. And even more so when he realised that his path was blocked. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
He would have considered jumping out of the window if there were any. But there weren't, one thing was clear this was where he was going to meet his death. Coughing due to the smoke he slid down to get himself as small as possible, but then darkness took hold.
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Snape ran along the corridor to his office, he burst the door open and the first thing he saw was the light that was created by the fire. He was just about to go and get somebody when he heard a cough from the far side of the room, and a figure move. It was Harry there was no mistake about it.
Without thinking twice about it he ran to him and turned him over. "Harry! Harry!" No answer. Snape grabbed the boy under the armpits and dragged him out backwards. Once outside Snape put the fire out of his robes, and the same to Harry's. But then he noticed the burns on his sons' body. He was virtually a charcoal mess. Paying no attention to his own burns he lifted Harry up and quickly went to the hospital wing.
He put Harry on a spare bed and went to get Poppy up. "Professor, what is wrong?" then she saw the burns on Snapes hands. "Goodness gracious, we have to get them seen to."
"Forget about me," he led her to where he had put Harry, "Look."
"Oh my god, what happened."
"Just sort him out." Now to sort out that fire. What on earth had Harry been thinking setting fire to it, it was unmistakably him who had done it, but then again Snape couldn't blame him.
He went back to his office he conjured water from his wand and sprayed it across the room. Most of the fire was put out but there were still a few little flames around the room. But his main concern was Harry, was it some suicide mission? Did he mean to go and kill himself?
Walking back to the hospital wing he met up with Lupin. "I smelt burning what's wrong."
"Harry, didn't take it as well as we had thought, he decided to go on a kamikaze mission, and burn my office."
"Blooming' heck, is he alright?"
Snape shook his head. "I don't know." He put his index fingers on his temples "I just don't know what to do. He's doing suicide missions and… what should I do?"
"This is going to take a lot of time. What you told him it came as a complete shock, he's never questioned about his parentage before it just made no sense to him." Snape shook his head mournfully. "Severus you told him you were his father. That is information that no one takes well. It's impossible to just retake this information and live it out, just like that."
Snape learned forward and rested his forehead on Lupins' shoulder. "It's all my fault."
"I don't deny that, why didn't you say something earlier?"
"I don't know Lupin. I thought that maybe that I wouldn't have to. Then when he came to School I saw him and he looked so much like James I knew it was a spell, could be nothing but. I even forgot that he wasn't James' for a while, it was impossible to think that he was mine." Snape drew in an icy breath, "I saw him once, before Lily died. James looked so happy, I was sulking in a corner like normal and Harry saw me, and he waved."
"Yes he did wave a lot. Listen Severus, he'll be fine, I know that you're worried, but lets go and see how he's doing. He's in the hospital wing yes?"
But when they arrived there Lupin ate his words. Harry looked even worse than Snape had originally thought, he almost head to foot in bandages and he was what looked like a muggle ventilator. Dumbledore was sitting by the bed that he was one he had a very pensive look worn on his face.
"I suppose that you told him then."
They both nodded. "We thought that he had taken it well, obviously not." Lupin told him. "Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know, Remus, I don't know. Poppy hasn't said anything; she's done all she can for the time being."
Snape nodded, "I'm sorry."
"Hmm, well all we can do now is wait, I suggest Severus that you get your hands seen to and get a good night sleep, there's no point worrying, there's nothing we can do."
Dumbledore got up and left and as Poppy saw to his hands which had seen quite a bit of action Snape realised how much he actually was worried now he had been told to stop.
"What's wrong with him?" He asked.
"Burns all over his body, smoke inhalation. Really Professor what happened?"
"I was in the classroom marking I smelt burning so I traced it down to my office. I was just about to get somebody when I heard a cough. So I ran into the room and dragged Potter out." He carefully avoided that Harry had actually started the fire, but luckily Poppy didn't ask about it. "Do you think he'll be all right?"
"I don't know Professor, he has some severe burns and he might not make a full recovery. I've had to shave all of his hair off, I don't know whether it will grow back, now bed."
Snape crawled into one of the beds far away from Harry, he tried to keep awake, but find that he couldn't
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Things weren't going well, every one was bursting with rumours on how Snapes' office had caught fire, and how Harry had come to be there. He had heard Weasley whisper to Granger that Snape himself had started it and locked Harry in, then had rescued him so no one became suspicious. But then the truth had been told, that Harry had set fir to it intentially.
Granger was very worried about him, she asked Poppy everyday whether she could see Harry. But Poppy didn't want Harry to have any visitors, but he had been swallowed by get well cards and sweets, that Snape strongly suspected Fred and George had got a hold off considering that there hadn't been a Hogsmeade visit this year.
But there was another matter of importance when not if, //when// Harry got better what was to be done about him. Setting fire to school property was an expulsion crime. But would the reason that Harry had done this stand in his favour? It would be up to Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagol, but Snape would have a say.
Maybe that was the reason that all of the Gryffindors were all behaving themselves especially in his classes, they didn't want Harry expelled, either did Snape. The thought of his son returning to those muggles? He wouldn't stand it. He was going to fight without telling every body his secret, because then surely Voldemort would want Snape to do something about it.
"Maybe it was an accident Professor." Weasley piped up one lesson about a week after the fire. "Maybe he did it by accident, it's not like Harry to do something like that."
"Ron sit down" Granger hissed.
"No, I'm not going to see Harry get expelled, don't you see what will happen if he does? He'll go back home and his aunt and uncle… Don't you understand Professor? They hate him." Weasley swallowed. "His aunt Petunia…"
"Petunia? That's Lily's sister." Snape said without thinking.
"Lily?" Finnegan asked. "Who's Lily?"
"His mother Finnegan, his mother."
"You knew his mother?" Thomas asked.
"Yes." Snape said pointing out the obvious.
"Didn't know that. How did you?"
"Does it really matter?" No answer. "We were in the same year at school, and in the same potions class. I sat where Malfoy is now and she sat up at the back where Longbottom is next to Lupin. Now enough chit chat, and get on with your work."
"But Professor." That was Weasley again.
"What?"
"About Harry,"
"Enough Weasley enough. I know what his aunt and uncle do."
Finally the bell rang and the class piled along to their next class. As Snape had a free he went a long to the hospital wing to check on Harry. "Poppy is he?"
"He's awake, woke up an hour ago."
Slowly Snape nodded and drew back the curtains.
A/N: Well I loved to read these challenge ones, so I decided, what the heck let's do it. Thanx for all of ur reviews I love getting them. Petrol is gasoline yes, well I'm British you see. And yes all the chapters are after Ocean Colour Scene songs, no reason, I like them and well the box for their greatest hits is right in front of me, thought it would be kinda cool.
Chapter 4---- The Day We Caught The Train
Harry walked through the corridors and down the stairs. He knew what he was going to do, and he was going to do it. He'd been moping in Gryffindor tower for almost a week now, but he was going to do something about it now. He was going to do it.
After walking down many a staircase and through corridors he arrived at Snapes' office. He checked his map to make sure Snape was in his classroom, and he walked in. After coating the entire room with petrol that he had found in the muggle studies classroom he grabbed a bit of cloth from the cupboard he wrapped it around a stick of wood. He then pulled out matches and set it alight. The torch worked, but a torch wasn't what Harry was going to use it for.
It made sense to set fire the material things first, the desk, which was wood and the painting above it. The flames licked around the room so quickly Harry was beginning to get worried. And even more so when he realised that his path was blocked. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
He would have considered jumping out of the window if there were any. But there weren't, one thing was clear this was where he was going to meet his death. Coughing due to the smoke he slid down to get himself as small as possible, but then darkness took hold.
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Snape ran along the corridor to his office, he burst the door open and the first thing he saw was the light that was created by the fire. He was just about to go and get somebody when he heard a cough from the far side of the room, and a figure move. It was Harry there was no mistake about it.
Without thinking twice about it he ran to him and turned him over. "Harry! Harry!" No answer. Snape grabbed the boy under the armpits and dragged him out backwards. Once outside Snape put the fire out of his robes, and the same to Harry's. But then he noticed the burns on his sons' body. He was virtually a charcoal mess. Paying no attention to his own burns he lifted Harry up and quickly went to the hospital wing.
He put Harry on a spare bed and went to get Poppy up. "Professor, what is wrong?" then she saw the burns on Snapes hands. "Goodness gracious, we have to get them seen to."
"Forget about me," he led her to where he had put Harry, "Look."
"Oh my god, what happened."
"Just sort him out." Now to sort out that fire. What on earth had Harry been thinking setting fire to it, it was unmistakably him who had done it, but then again Snape couldn't blame him.
He went back to his office he conjured water from his wand and sprayed it across the room. Most of the fire was put out but there were still a few little flames around the room. But his main concern was Harry, was it some suicide mission? Did he mean to go and kill himself?
Walking back to the hospital wing he met up with Lupin. "I smelt burning what's wrong."
"Harry, didn't take it as well as we had thought, he decided to go on a kamikaze mission, and burn my office."
"Blooming' heck, is he alright?"
Snape shook his head. "I don't know." He put his index fingers on his temples "I just don't know what to do. He's doing suicide missions and… what should I do?"
"This is going to take a lot of time. What you told him it came as a complete shock, he's never questioned about his parentage before it just made no sense to him." Snape shook his head mournfully. "Severus you told him you were his father. That is information that no one takes well. It's impossible to just retake this information and live it out, just like that."
Snape learned forward and rested his forehead on Lupins' shoulder. "It's all my fault."
"I don't deny that, why didn't you say something earlier?"
"I don't know Lupin. I thought that maybe that I wouldn't have to. Then when he came to School I saw him and he looked so much like James I knew it was a spell, could be nothing but. I even forgot that he wasn't James' for a while, it was impossible to think that he was mine." Snape drew in an icy breath, "I saw him once, before Lily died. James looked so happy, I was sulking in a corner like normal and Harry saw me, and he waved."
"Yes he did wave a lot. Listen Severus, he'll be fine, I know that you're worried, but lets go and see how he's doing. He's in the hospital wing yes?"
But when they arrived there Lupin ate his words. Harry looked even worse than Snape had originally thought, he almost head to foot in bandages and he was what looked like a muggle ventilator. Dumbledore was sitting by the bed that he was one he had a very pensive look worn on his face.
"I suppose that you told him then."
They both nodded. "We thought that he had taken it well, obviously not." Lupin told him. "Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know, Remus, I don't know. Poppy hasn't said anything; she's done all she can for the time being."
Snape nodded, "I'm sorry."
"Hmm, well all we can do now is wait, I suggest Severus that you get your hands seen to and get a good night sleep, there's no point worrying, there's nothing we can do."
Dumbledore got up and left and as Poppy saw to his hands which had seen quite a bit of action Snape realised how much he actually was worried now he had been told to stop.
"What's wrong with him?" He asked.
"Burns all over his body, smoke inhalation. Really Professor what happened?"
"I was in the classroom marking I smelt burning so I traced it down to my office. I was just about to get somebody when I heard a cough. So I ran into the room and dragged Potter out." He carefully avoided that Harry had actually started the fire, but luckily Poppy didn't ask about it. "Do you think he'll be all right?"
"I don't know Professor, he has some severe burns and he might not make a full recovery. I've had to shave all of his hair off, I don't know whether it will grow back, now bed."
Snape crawled into one of the beds far away from Harry, he tried to keep awake, but find that he couldn't
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Things weren't going well, every one was bursting with rumours on how Snapes' office had caught fire, and how Harry had come to be there. He had heard Weasley whisper to Granger that Snape himself had started it and locked Harry in, then had rescued him so no one became suspicious. But then the truth had been told, that Harry had set fir to it intentially.
Granger was very worried about him, she asked Poppy everyday whether she could see Harry. But Poppy didn't want Harry to have any visitors, but he had been swallowed by get well cards and sweets, that Snape strongly suspected Fred and George had got a hold off considering that there hadn't been a Hogsmeade visit this year.
But there was another matter of importance when not if, //when// Harry got better what was to be done about him. Setting fire to school property was an expulsion crime. But would the reason that Harry had done this stand in his favour? It would be up to Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagol, but Snape would have a say.
Maybe that was the reason that all of the Gryffindors were all behaving themselves especially in his classes, they didn't want Harry expelled, either did Snape. The thought of his son returning to those muggles? He wouldn't stand it. He was going to fight without telling every body his secret, because then surely Voldemort would want Snape to do something about it.
"Maybe it was an accident Professor." Weasley piped up one lesson about a week after the fire. "Maybe he did it by accident, it's not like Harry to do something like that."
"Ron sit down" Granger hissed.
"No, I'm not going to see Harry get expelled, don't you see what will happen if he does? He'll go back home and his aunt and uncle… Don't you understand Professor? They hate him." Weasley swallowed. "His aunt Petunia…"
"Petunia? That's Lily's sister." Snape said without thinking.
"Lily?" Finnegan asked. "Who's Lily?"
"His mother Finnegan, his mother."
"You knew his mother?" Thomas asked.
"Yes." Snape said pointing out the obvious.
"Didn't know that. How did you?"
"Does it really matter?" No answer. "We were in the same year at school, and in the same potions class. I sat where Malfoy is now and she sat up at the back where Longbottom is next to Lupin. Now enough chit chat, and get on with your work."
"But Professor." That was Weasley again.
"What?"
"About Harry,"
"Enough Weasley enough. I know what his aunt and uncle do."
Finally the bell rang and the class piled along to their next class. As Snape had a free he went a long to the hospital wing to check on Harry. "Poppy is he?"
"He's awake, woke up an hour ago."
Slowly Snape nodded and drew back the curtains.
