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Chapter 2
Harry walked through the dungeons with Ron and Hermione. It had been a week since his encounter with the odd man, and they hadn't figured out anything about it. All they knew was that Harry hadn't suddenly dropped dead, and that now they faced double Potions with the Slytherins.
They reached the Potions dungeons and found Lavender Brown and Neville with the rest of their house facing the Slytherins. They joined the Gryffindors and stood talking with their friends.
From the Slytherin side of the corridor Malfoy stepped forward with Crabbe and Goyle at his back. "Well, Potter-" he started, but at the same moment there came the swish of a cloak and the footsteps of Professor Snape could be heard coming along the corridor. He rounded the final bend and observed his class with the usual sneer along the Gryffindor side and a nod to his favorites on the other. He opened the door and ushered in the class snapping at them to hurry up.
Once the roll call was given Snape surveyed the class with his usual look. "Today," he began (the nasal tone of his voice grated down the nerves of every Gryffindor in the room), "we will be creating Parali potions. A Parali potion will paralyze any part of the body it touches. The paralyzed person will feel a numbness, and nothing else for ten minutes.
"There will be no fooling around with these potions. I will take twenty points from the house of any person who tries to use this on another student. The potions are for the school." He paused before continuing. "Now, today we will be using powdered newts. You have worked with powdered newt tails, and eyes, but this time we be using the entire newt. The tail- "
"The anus," whispered Malfoy loudly.
"The legs-"
"The guts," said Malfoy again.
"The head-"
"The boogers!" hissed Malfoy, laughing as all the Gryffindor girls looked at him in disgust.
"-And the claws. Now choose partners and tables. Set up your cauldrons. Hurry up!"
Harry quickly sat down with Ron. And a few seconds later Malfoy and Crabbe sat down across from them. Malfoy watched with cold contempt as Ron and Harry put their supplies on the table. "My god, Weasely," said Malfoy in mock surprise. "You're things look almost modern! Was it very difficult begging for them?"
"Watch yourself Malfoy, or I'm gonna-" said Ron too loudly. Snape's head twisted around to look at them.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for talking out of turn, Mr. Weasely," he spat out. Then he turned to the entire class. "The jars on your tables contain your newts. Take out your.." Here Harry began to let his attention wander, taking in and following directions, but not really listening. (As everyone does in class. Except Hermione.)
Ron and Harry worked together on the potion, ignoring Malfoy's comments from the other side of the table, though from time to time Ron's hands would clench and his ears would go red.
The two had almost finished their potion when suddenly Harry froze. There was a sound from above his head. A voice. And though it was muffled he could still hear it. Must find the boy. For Master. Find him, kill him, kill Harry Potter. Master says I may eat him. Yess, young, tasty.
Harry jumped in surprise. And unfortunately flung powdered newts all over Malfoy. The powder hung in clumps on his face and robes; it stuck to his wet hair. Ron was red and laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing. If looks could kill Harry would have been a million ways by Malfoy, each more painful than the last. Harry could barely take this in, but he was brought back to earth as Snape swept angrily across the dungeon to their table. Though perhaps angrily was too mild a word. He looked livid.
"What's the meaning of this?" he hissed looking back and forth between Ron and Harry.
"Potter threw the powdered newts at me, Professor," said Malfoy in a pitiable voice, though his eyes glared across the table.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Potter. Now clean up this mess!"
"Professor-" began Malfoy.
"Yes, Malfoy, go to the bathroom. Take as long as you need." Snape glided away smoothly from the table. "I will see you at the end of class, Potter."
The rest of their double potions passed largely without incident. Malfoy never came back, and he had taken Crabbe and Goyle with him. Ron looked as if he was dying to say something, but he never quite dared with Snape glaring at them. But whenever the teacher turned his back, Ron would snicker under his breath.
The lesson finally ended. Harry packed his things slowly, motioning Hermione and Ron to go on without him. After waiting for everyone to leave he slowly approached the front of the classroom where Snape stood.
"So, Potter," Snape said slowly. "And just why did you fling powdered newt all over Malfoy? Could you possibly have a good reason?"
"It was an accident," said Harry.
Snape's face took on a disbelieving look with a sneering, curled upper lip. "An accident?" he repeated scornfully. "I find that rather hard to believe. Everyone knows you make a habit of picking fights with Malfoy."
Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, then shut it again. "Not saying anything, Potter? How unlike you. Your mouth usually takes after your father's. Always defending himself against the terrible injustices of his life. Poor Potter, with everything so hard." Harry's blood boiled and his teeth clenched. He stood straighter, looking Snape right in the eyes. They were more or less the same height now, and it was harder for Snape to intimate him. Annoy him, yes. And Snape could definitely make Harry hate him, but it would take one of his spitting rages before Harry got really frightened.
They stood and glared at each other.
Snape was the first to break away. He turned and began agitatedly going through the papers on his desk. "You may go, Potter," he said tersely, without turning. "Two days detention."
Harry hurried for the door, a little startled by how easily he had gotten away. And he wanted to find his friends and tell them what had happened, why he had gotten in trouble in the first place. As he reached the door he heard Snape mutter so low he could barely understand, "Lily's damn green eyes."
***
Harry met up with Ron and Hermione at their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Harry gave a Hagrid a hurried explanation of why he was late and hastened to his friends' sides. Before he could tell them anything, however, Hagrid began the lesson.
The rest of the day passed the same way. At supper Ginny, Neville, Seamus, and some of their other class mates were all sitting too close for Harry to want to tell his friends. The three of them had no time to talk until they went to the common room to work on their homework.
They got out their things so the rest of the Gryffindors would think they were doing their homework before Hermione and Ron could speak privately with Harry.
"So, Harry, spill! What made you fling newts all over Malfoy?" Ron asked eagerly. Harry was silent for a minute.
"Do you two remember second year when I was hearing the basilisk in the walls?" he asked quietly. The other two nodded, suddenly wary. "Well, I heard another voice today."
Hermione was white and Ron looked at least as bad. Harry was reluctant to say anything else. "It was different of course; it seemed.well, feminine I guess. And smaller; it wasn't so loud." They were still both staring at him, and he couldn't manage to continue.
Ron was the first to break the silence. "And.what did it say?" he asked in a strangled voice.
Harry hesitated again. "Oh, go on, Harry," said Hermione. "You've told us this much. What did it say?"
"It said-it said that it wanted to kill me. It was looking for me," he hurried on, trying not to see the horror on his friends' faces. "It didn't know where I was. It was trying to find me for its master."
Ron's mouth dropped open. "Well, that's it then!" he said loudly.
"What?" said Harry confused.
"That snake! It's really an Animagus! It's the man you saw last week!" Harry stared in surprise at the obviousness of this.
"I don't like to jump to conclusions," said Hermione, looking at Harry, "but it seems like he could be right. It makes sense."
"That man told you his employer wanted to know. And maybe he didn't want you to know it was really for his master." Ron paused, thinking, then said, "I bet it's Voldemort."
"Now that doesn't make sense," Hermione interrupted. "Think about it Ron, Voldemort already knows where Harry is, and everyone knows what Harry looks like. A Death Eater wouldn't need to ask his name. Maybe we're wrong. After all, if that man was out to kill Harry, he could have done it right there in the corridor. No one was watching." She looked at the two of them.
Harry shrugged. He wasn't sure anymore. He was about to go back to his homework again when Hermione interrupted one last time. "I do know one thing," she said looking at him sternly. "You should tell Dumbledore."
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A/N: There you go. Chapter two. :D Hope you like it. More to come as soon as I get this brain box working.
Chapter 2
Harry walked through the dungeons with Ron and Hermione. It had been a week since his encounter with the odd man, and they hadn't figured out anything about it. All they knew was that Harry hadn't suddenly dropped dead, and that now they faced double Potions with the Slytherins.
They reached the Potions dungeons and found Lavender Brown and Neville with the rest of their house facing the Slytherins. They joined the Gryffindors and stood talking with their friends.
From the Slytherin side of the corridor Malfoy stepped forward with Crabbe and Goyle at his back. "Well, Potter-" he started, but at the same moment there came the swish of a cloak and the footsteps of Professor Snape could be heard coming along the corridor. He rounded the final bend and observed his class with the usual sneer along the Gryffindor side and a nod to his favorites on the other. He opened the door and ushered in the class snapping at them to hurry up.
Once the roll call was given Snape surveyed the class with his usual look. "Today," he began (the nasal tone of his voice grated down the nerves of every Gryffindor in the room), "we will be creating Parali potions. A Parali potion will paralyze any part of the body it touches. The paralyzed person will feel a numbness, and nothing else for ten minutes.
"There will be no fooling around with these potions. I will take twenty points from the house of any person who tries to use this on another student. The potions are for the school." He paused before continuing. "Now, today we will be using powdered newts. You have worked with powdered newt tails, and eyes, but this time we be using the entire newt. The tail- "
"The anus," whispered Malfoy loudly.
"The legs-"
"The guts," said Malfoy again.
"The head-"
"The boogers!" hissed Malfoy, laughing as all the Gryffindor girls looked at him in disgust.
"-And the claws. Now choose partners and tables. Set up your cauldrons. Hurry up!"
Harry quickly sat down with Ron. And a few seconds later Malfoy and Crabbe sat down across from them. Malfoy watched with cold contempt as Ron and Harry put their supplies on the table. "My god, Weasely," said Malfoy in mock surprise. "You're things look almost modern! Was it very difficult begging for them?"
"Watch yourself Malfoy, or I'm gonna-" said Ron too loudly. Snape's head twisted around to look at them.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for talking out of turn, Mr. Weasely," he spat out. Then he turned to the entire class. "The jars on your tables contain your newts. Take out your.." Here Harry began to let his attention wander, taking in and following directions, but not really listening. (As everyone does in class. Except Hermione.)
Ron and Harry worked together on the potion, ignoring Malfoy's comments from the other side of the table, though from time to time Ron's hands would clench and his ears would go red.
The two had almost finished their potion when suddenly Harry froze. There was a sound from above his head. A voice. And though it was muffled he could still hear it. Must find the boy. For Master. Find him, kill him, kill Harry Potter. Master says I may eat him. Yess, young, tasty.
Harry jumped in surprise. And unfortunately flung powdered newts all over Malfoy. The powder hung in clumps on his face and robes; it stuck to his wet hair. Ron was red and laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing. If looks could kill Harry would have been a million ways by Malfoy, each more painful than the last. Harry could barely take this in, but he was brought back to earth as Snape swept angrily across the dungeon to their table. Though perhaps angrily was too mild a word. He looked livid.
"What's the meaning of this?" he hissed looking back and forth between Ron and Harry.
"Potter threw the powdered newts at me, Professor," said Malfoy in a pitiable voice, though his eyes glared across the table.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Potter. Now clean up this mess!"
"Professor-" began Malfoy.
"Yes, Malfoy, go to the bathroom. Take as long as you need." Snape glided away smoothly from the table. "I will see you at the end of class, Potter."
The rest of their double potions passed largely without incident. Malfoy never came back, and he had taken Crabbe and Goyle with him. Ron looked as if he was dying to say something, but he never quite dared with Snape glaring at them. But whenever the teacher turned his back, Ron would snicker under his breath.
The lesson finally ended. Harry packed his things slowly, motioning Hermione and Ron to go on without him. After waiting for everyone to leave he slowly approached the front of the classroom where Snape stood.
"So, Potter," Snape said slowly. "And just why did you fling powdered newt all over Malfoy? Could you possibly have a good reason?"
"It was an accident," said Harry.
Snape's face took on a disbelieving look with a sneering, curled upper lip. "An accident?" he repeated scornfully. "I find that rather hard to believe. Everyone knows you make a habit of picking fights with Malfoy."
Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, then shut it again. "Not saying anything, Potter? How unlike you. Your mouth usually takes after your father's. Always defending himself against the terrible injustices of his life. Poor Potter, with everything so hard." Harry's blood boiled and his teeth clenched. He stood straighter, looking Snape right in the eyes. They were more or less the same height now, and it was harder for Snape to intimate him. Annoy him, yes. And Snape could definitely make Harry hate him, but it would take one of his spitting rages before Harry got really frightened.
They stood and glared at each other.
Snape was the first to break away. He turned and began agitatedly going through the papers on his desk. "You may go, Potter," he said tersely, without turning. "Two days detention."
Harry hurried for the door, a little startled by how easily he had gotten away. And he wanted to find his friends and tell them what had happened, why he had gotten in trouble in the first place. As he reached the door he heard Snape mutter so low he could barely understand, "Lily's damn green eyes."
***
Harry met up with Ron and Hermione at their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Harry gave a Hagrid a hurried explanation of why he was late and hastened to his friends' sides. Before he could tell them anything, however, Hagrid began the lesson.
The rest of the day passed the same way. At supper Ginny, Neville, Seamus, and some of their other class mates were all sitting too close for Harry to want to tell his friends. The three of them had no time to talk until they went to the common room to work on their homework.
They got out their things so the rest of the Gryffindors would think they were doing their homework before Hermione and Ron could speak privately with Harry.
"So, Harry, spill! What made you fling newts all over Malfoy?" Ron asked eagerly. Harry was silent for a minute.
"Do you two remember second year when I was hearing the basilisk in the walls?" he asked quietly. The other two nodded, suddenly wary. "Well, I heard another voice today."
Hermione was white and Ron looked at least as bad. Harry was reluctant to say anything else. "It was different of course; it seemed.well, feminine I guess. And smaller; it wasn't so loud." They were still both staring at him, and he couldn't manage to continue.
Ron was the first to break the silence. "And.what did it say?" he asked in a strangled voice.
Harry hesitated again. "Oh, go on, Harry," said Hermione. "You've told us this much. What did it say?"
"It said-it said that it wanted to kill me. It was looking for me," he hurried on, trying not to see the horror on his friends' faces. "It didn't know where I was. It was trying to find me for its master."
Ron's mouth dropped open. "Well, that's it then!" he said loudly.
"What?" said Harry confused.
"That snake! It's really an Animagus! It's the man you saw last week!" Harry stared in surprise at the obviousness of this.
"I don't like to jump to conclusions," said Hermione, looking at Harry, "but it seems like he could be right. It makes sense."
"That man told you his employer wanted to know. And maybe he didn't want you to know it was really for his master." Ron paused, thinking, then said, "I bet it's Voldemort."
"Now that doesn't make sense," Hermione interrupted. "Think about it Ron, Voldemort already knows where Harry is, and everyone knows what Harry looks like. A Death Eater wouldn't need to ask his name. Maybe we're wrong. After all, if that man was out to kill Harry, he could have done it right there in the corridor. No one was watching." She looked at the two of them.
Harry shrugged. He wasn't sure anymore. He was about to go back to his homework again when Hermione interrupted one last time. "I do know one thing," she said looking at him sternly. "You should tell Dumbledore."
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A/N: There you go. Chapter two. :D Hope you like it. More to come as soon as I get this brain box working.
