Chapter 2:
As Pike walked down a grassy field, he stared into the forbidden
forest. He sat on the grass, shivering as the early morning dew soaked
into his clothes. He wondered how long it would take before his father
sent what he called his 'henchmen' to find him. He shook the thought off
and decided to enjoy the moment. Laying down in the grass he stared at the
sky, and took the freshly rolled joint out of his pocket, and lit it with a
sigh. "I'm fucked up." he admitted to himself, and for once though of what
his mother would think if she had seen him like this. Looking away from the
clouds he took a puff of the joint, taking in the smoke.
He could see the Quidditch field from where he was laying, and he
took not on how it was quickly being prepared, and he spotted a dark-haired
figure from near the top of the stands. Immediately he knew it was his
father, but he was too far away to see the anger etched on his face. Pike
had gotten so used to seeing it, to him it was a permanent and irremovable
feature. He took another drag on the joint and suddenly got the
unshakeable feeling that he was being watched. He quickly put the joint out
on a damp part of the grass, and took a look around.
He stared into the forbidden forest and got the feeling that someone
was calling him, drawing him to it. "No! I will not be your Pawn!" he
screamed, and birds flocked out of the trees and began to swarm towards
him. He got up and began to run, regretting that he had ever lit the joint
up, it was slowing him down, making him drag. Or maybe it was something
darker than that, he was not sure.
Snape looked up from his place in the stands when he heard the
scream, and he suddenly ran towards the voice. He knew it was his son, and
he knew he needed help. Sweat beaded at Snape's forehead as he struggled
to reach his son. Seeing the flock of crows and other various birds made
Snape gasp, not even his son, with all his abilities could hold back that
many. Terror gripped the both of them as the swarm thickened and closed
in, and forced Pike to the ground. Snape noted the grim determination on
his son's face and got the feeling of being proud of him for once in his
life, and then he too jumped into the thick of it all to save his son.
Pike turned his head and noticed his father, and began to use his
strength and telekinesis to clear a path. Their strength combined would be
no help if it wasn't directed from the same area. Snape immediately
noticed the blood streaming from his son's eyebrow and chest, and he
wondered how bad his back was. "Comlathia de comentria!" Snape shouted,
and almost as abruptly as the flock came, it simply left. Pike collapsed
into an exhausted heap on the ground, blood oozing from his wounds.
"What in the hell were you doing out here?" Snape screamed, "You
could have been killed! I'll take you to the infirmary, but then you have
some explaining to do Pike!"
Pike merely looked at the ground and shook his head. He had
disappointed his father once again, and when his wounds had been taken care
of, he knew there would be hell to pay. Groaning as he put his arm around
his father, he didn't notice the look of concern etched on his father's
face. Snape wondered how one as young and inexperienced as him could have
possibly survived the attack, and he wondered how much power his son had
that not even Pike discovered yet.
After mumbling furiously the whole way to the infirmary, Snape looked
his son square in the eyes and said "I have to say I'm rather impressed,
very few could have survived that. But don't think that this will get you
out of trouble." He sneered, he did not like telling his son that he was
even remotely proud of him, "You put yourself in danger and others, after
they treat the wounds we will have words about this."
"Dad I can explain!" Pike said almost pleading with his father, "It
wasn't my fault! Father!" Snape was not having any of it, and he turned
around and walked away. Pike collapsed on one of the infirmary beds in his
exhaustion and worry, he knew that his father would never be proud of him,
or anything he did. He wished desperately that he could be something that
his father would be proud of, something that his father could love and
treat like his son. He suddenly became extremely angry and swung himself
up and punched the walls, and then ran his blood-streaked hands through his
hair, and sunk into a small figure crouched in the corner, covering his
face with his hands. He began to rock back and forth, and he felt a hand
touch his shoulder, "Don't fucking touch me! Everything I touch turns to
shit." Pike's voice was on the verge of breaking and he forced the horrible
lump in his throat back down.
Slowly he forced himself to look up, and he saw Lee standing over
him, staring at him with something resembling sympathy, maybe it was
sympathy, but could not tell, he was only thankful that Lee was there.
"Come on Pike. Something has to be done about your wounds, you're losing
too much blood." Lee said quietly, and Pike allowed Lee to lead him over to
the nurse, who incredibly enough, already had the needle ready to stitch
his wounds.
