The Coma Curse:
Chapter II: Dealing.
A.N.: Here is the 2nd chapter of the Fanfic. Now you may be wondering, if I've finished the Fic, why did I only update today?
The answer is quite simple. I received only FOUR reviews! I waited for a while until someone reviewed… I must say I'm very disappointed with my old reviewers… The first version of CC received TEN reviews on the FIRST chapter! Please… Review!
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Harry Potter? Do you really think if I did I would be writing Fanfiction? I think not.
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The next day, Harry tried his best to pay attention to all his classes – which was quite difficult when he had a Father-Who-Was-Dead-And-Is-Now-Alive to worry about.
And the fact that Harry had received a letter from the Dark Lord earlier that morning didn't help either.
He had been eating breakfast with his friends. As usual, the mail had come and Hedwig flew to him, hoping to get a bite of his toast. But, this time, Hedwig hadn't been the only one to give him a letter. A black owl had also dropped one in his hands.
Strange, Harry thought. Who would be sending me this? He opened it and paled when he read it.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You may run,
But I'll get you, fool.
I'll pick up my wand,
Point to your head,
Say the magic words,
And then, you'll be dead."
It was signed with the Dark Mark.
Harry closed his eyes. Not Him! He screamed in his head.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, worried. "You look pale."
Harry smiled at her. "I'm fine, 'Mione." But, after seeing her face of disbelief, he added. "Really. I just remembered we have Potions after DADA today."
"Bloody Hell, Harry! You're right…" Ron said. "We have double Potions with the Slytherins today!" He sighed. "Really, after all these years they still like to torture us like that!"
Harry smiled at his two friends. At least I could dodge her questions.
Hermione looked at her watch. "C'mon, we don't want to be late for class."
Following her, Harry made a mental note to go to Dumbledore, immediately after his classes.
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The classes went fine. At the end of his DADA class, Lupin called him.
"Harry, could you stay after class? I wanted to talk to you."
"Sure, professor," he answered. He had been expecting this.
Lupin smiled. "Harry, you don't need to call me 'professor' when we're not in class. You can call me by my name."
Harry smiled back. "Alright, Remus."
"So, how you're doing?" Lupin asked Harry, and he knew he was talking about his father.
"I'm fine." The younger wizard said. "I just don't like the fact I'll have to lie to my friends." He sighed and looked away. "I feel like I'm betraying them."
Remus looked at him, sadly. "I know how you feel, Harry." Harry didn't doubt he did. "But, they are your friends. They'll understand."
"I guess you're right." He said. "But, I don't have to like it!"
"True." Remus face grew serious. "Harry, I've been thinking… When your father comes, he may think you were killed on, you know, Halloween."
"Yeah… I was thinking about that too."
Remus looked surprised. "You have? Well, Harry, I just wanted to tell you not to be sad if it happens."
"Don't worry. I won't be."
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Harry was heading to the dungeons when he, suddenly, decided not to go to Potions. The letter was far more important to him then anything to do with Snape was.
He looked at the Gargoyle. Let's hope the password didn't change. "Peanut."
It didn't. As soon as he said this, the Gargoyle started turning, revealing a staircase – which led to the Office.
He was about to knock the door when he heard some people talking. He looked around, searching for a place to hide. Finally, he decided to hide behind a statue.
Harry sat there, really expecting a Ministry Officer or even an Auror to suddenly walk out of the office and see him right away.
But who left the Office wasn't who he expected.
It was James Potter.
James Potter left that room.
Harry wanted to get up and greet him and hug him! He almost did. Almost.
When he was starting to get up, a memory stopped him.
~ When your father comes, he may think you were killed on, you know, Halloween ~
He won't know me… I can't meet him… Yet.
TBC…~*~
I know… Still very short… But, I promise I'll make it up on the next chapter!
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Corrected by Lord of the Flame.
