A/N: Sorry, but not much happens in this chapter. Pretty short.
Chapter 5: Lifeforce of Harry Potter
"It means, Potter, that you must pour a bit of yourself into the work you do. Much like you should a little more in potions!" Snape bit out at him.
"What does that a bit of myself?" Harry asked with total bewilderment.
Snape glared at him for a moment. Why won't he answer my question? Does he want them to die. Oh yeah, politeness.
".sir?" Harry added ad quickly as possible.
" It means that you must cut you prick yourself and add some of yourself into the potion. Give them part of your life," replied Snape as casually as possible.
Snape handed Harry a small blade. Harry did as he was told. He took the knife, punctured his upper arm, and poured in 6 drops of his blood. The potion turned a golden texture. Much to Harry's surprise, he had successfully completed a potion for the first time. Harry and Snape ran about tidying and reparing broken bottles which their clothes had hooked in their hurry.
"Now, Potter, there is nothing else to do but wait for the potion to simmer for 40 hours. Come back Monday morning and it will be ready." Snape seemed so non-chalant by the fact that Harry's two best friends were laying up in the Hospital Wing unconscious and hanging onto their lives by a thread.
Much as Harry hated to admit it, however, there was nothing else for them to do until Monday morning at around 11:50 when the potion would have simmered for 40 hours.
Reluctantly, he went back to Gryffindor house. If it had been permitted, he would have stood watch over the potion all night, but that would be a total waste of time anyway. Instead he headed up to the Hospital Wing with a terribly heavy heart.
Chapter 5: Lifeforce of Harry Potter
"It means, Potter, that you must pour a bit of yourself into the work you do. Much like you should a little more in potions!" Snape bit out at him.
"What does that a bit of myself?" Harry asked with total bewilderment.
Snape glared at him for a moment. Why won't he answer my question? Does he want them to die. Oh yeah, politeness.
".sir?" Harry added ad quickly as possible.
" It means that you must cut you prick yourself and add some of yourself into the potion. Give them part of your life," replied Snape as casually as possible.
Snape handed Harry a small blade. Harry did as he was told. He took the knife, punctured his upper arm, and poured in 6 drops of his blood. The potion turned a golden texture. Much to Harry's surprise, he had successfully completed a potion for the first time. Harry and Snape ran about tidying and reparing broken bottles which their clothes had hooked in their hurry.
"Now, Potter, there is nothing else to do but wait for the potion to simmer for 40 hours. Come back Monday morning and it will be ready." Snape seemed so non-chalant by the fact that Harry's two best friends were laying up in the Hospital Wing unconscious and hanging onto their lives by a thread.
Much as Harry hated to admit it, however, there was nothing else for them to do until Monday morning at around 11:50 when the potion would have simmered for 40 hours.
Reluctantly, he went back to Gryffindor house. If it had been permitted, he would have stood watch over the potion all night, but that would be a total waste of time anyway. Instead he headed up to the Hospital Wing with a terribly heavy heart.
