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Chapter Three:
The boy who lived lazily rolled over onto his side. How had he managed to get into this mess? Ah yes, his sudden craving for pain. He scrunched up his face. His way of escape was sick. It was so sick it made him sick. All he felt like doing was throwing up, hopping to rid his current problems. Maybe if he broke his wrist they'd go away.
His eyes snapped open. Why? Why did he keep thinking things like that? He was starting to scare himself. Was what Dudley said true? Was he indeed insane? If so how did he come to be? Was it because of Sirius's death? Was he feeling guilty? Was it because he feared the battle he would soon have to fight? Or was his scar doing this to him? Maybe Voldemort had placed a curse on him before Dumbledore showed up at the ministry. Maybe he was just having a horrible nightmare. If this was a nightmare, was his whole life one too? Was his life even real? Is there even such thing as reality?
He stood from his bed and paced the informatory. Maybe this was all in his head. What if he had just imagined that voice? Maybe he was under the Imperious curse. Yes. That could be it. Someone was telling him to jump out that window. But that voice: it sounded so much like his own.
He rubbed his temples. All this thinking was starting to give him a headache.
"What are you doing out of bed?" asked the voice of Madame Promphery. She had her hands on her hips and was dressed in a pink, fluffy robe. Her hair was falling out of the bun that was in the back of her head. Her lips were perked and reminded Harry of his aunt.
"Err.." He scratched the back of his head. "Stretching?"
"Well, looks like you've done so, now go back to bed. It's four in the morning for crying out loud!"
She watched as he climbed back onto the mattress and pull the covers up to his chin, then she too went back to sleep.
Harry groggily opened his eyes. A bright light shone into them. He scowled.
"Stupid sun." He sat up on his bed and examined his surroundings. A tray of food was on his nightstand. He put on his glasses and quickly ate, finally realizing how hungry he was.
Madame Promphery came over to him with that foul potion again. Harry untangled himself from his covers and ran to the other side of the informatory. He really hated that potion.
She sighed and stalked toward him again. He ran around the informatory with her on his heels. She was screaming things about him having to take it. He didn't care though, it tasted bad. He ran to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. He then ran to the sink. She corned him there and shoved the potion down his throat.
She then grabbed hold of his ear and dragged him back onto the mattress. "You" she huffed (she's out of breath) "are a very stubborn boy."
"How long am I going to have to stay here?" he asked, also out of breathe.
"Three more days. If you're good I'll let you eat dinner in the Great Hall tonight, only if you're good though. Good as in, do as your told."
There was a knock on the informatory door. Madame Promphery went to go answer it.
Harry could hear a muffled voice as the person at the door spoke to Madame Promphery. The nurse nodded and allowed the person to come in. Harry's mouth dropped. A girl with long black hair stepped inside and starred at Harry with hazel eyes.
"C-Cho?" he managed to force out. Then he remembered about the fight they had had. He turned so his back was to her.
"The bedpans are over there dear." The nurse named Madame Promphery said while pointing to the sink.
Cho made a disgusted face and muttered something that sounded like "stupid Snape" as she slowly marched to the sink. There was another knock at the door. Irritated the nurse opened the door again.
Ron and Hermione came barraging in. They ran to Harry's bedside and immediately shot him questions.
"What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?"
"Have you started to make up lessons?"
"Why'd you jump out of window?"
"I'll bring you your books and I'll let you barrow my notes."
"Why's Cho here?"
Harry moaned and rolled over so his back was to them. He wasn't in mood for answering questions.
He heard the scarping of a chair being pushed. He rolled back over to face them. Hermione sat at the edge of his bed. Ron was sitting in a chair. Harry sighed.
"Everyone's talking about you, you know" Ron stated.
"What are they saying?"
"Somehow they found out about your.uh.condition. They also found out about you jumping out of a window. They think you're going insane man. Why did you?"
He sighed again. "I-I don't know." Ok so it wasn't exactly the truth, but cut him some slack. He was confused now.
"When do you get out of here Harry?" the bushy haired girl asked.
"Three more days. Madame Promphery said I could eat dinner in the Great Hall tonight though. Wow, you guys are perfects again?" he had just now noticed the letter P that was attached to their robes.
"Yeah. Hey Harry, did you jump out the window because of.you know, Sirius?" asked Ron, keeping his voice now to a whisper.
Hermione elbowed him. "Ron!"
"Sorry" he muttered under his breath.
They continued to talk until it was time for lessons. They said their goodbyes and left. Harry fell back asleep to the sound of Cho washing bedpans.
He didn't awake again until eight o'clock that night. Madame Promphery had told him to go back to bed, for he had missed dinner. Angry, he did as told.
He had an odd dream that night. His parents and Sirius were all waving at him on a beach. Sirius had then turned into a dog and chased James along the shore. Lily laughed and lied down on a towel, reading a book. Then Remus Lupin came and threw a ball at Sirius. Sirius fell into the sand and laughed, as did James.
Then Peter Pettigrew came and cast a spell on Remus. Remus fell to the ground, looking very pale. Then he got up and waved at Harry.
A snake came slithering towards Pettigrew and transformed into Voldemort. Voldemort patted Pettigrew's shoulder, then turned to Harry.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not.and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live will the other survives.the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies" Voldemort said as he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest. He whispered a spell, green sparks flew from his wand.
Sirius, Lily, James and Remus all screamed and ran forward in front of Harry. The spell hit the four of them, they collapsed to the ground. Voldemort said the same spell again, green light emitted from his wand. This time Fawkes flew in front of Harry. Harry grabbed his wand shaking with anger, pointed it at Voldemort and whispered the words Avada Kedavra.
Harry suddenly awoke, his body covered in sweat. He looked out the window and saw that the moon hung high in the sky. He didn't care what time it was. Putting on his glasses, he jumped out of bed and ran out of the informatory. He needed to talk to Dumbledore. He needed to talk to him now.
A/N - I have to go on vacation sometime (parents didn't say when). I'll be gone for week.until then I'm going to write as many chapters I can before I go. When I get back I'll make it up to you guys, for I will write chaps while on vacation on paper. Then type it when I get back ok?
Review please.
Chapter Three:
The boy who lived lazily rolled over onto his side. How had he managed to get into this mess? Ah yes, his sudden craving for pain. He scrunched up his face. His way of escape was sick. It was so sick it made him sick. All he felt like doing was throwing up, hopping to rid his current problems. Maybe if he broke his wrist they'd go away.
His eyes snapped open. Why? Why did he keep thinking things like that? He was starting to scare himself. Was what Dudley said true? Was he indeed insane? If so how did he come to be? Was it because of Sirius's death? Was he feeling guilty? Was it because he feared the battle he would soon have to fight? Or was his scar doing this to him? Maybe Voldemort had placed a curse on him before Dumbledore showed up at the ministry. Maybe he was just having a horrible nightmare. If this was a nightmare, was his whole life one too? Was his life even real? Is there even such thing as reality?
He stood from his bed and paced the informatory. Maybe this was all in his head. What if he had just imagined that voice? Maybe he was under the Imperious curse. Yes. That could be it. Someone was telling him to jump out that window. But that voice: it sounded so much like his own.
He rubbed his temples. All this thinking was starting to give him a headache.
"What are you doing out of bed?" asked the voice of Madame Promphery. She had her hands on her hips and was dressed in a pink, fluffy robe. Her hair was falling out of the bun that was in the back of her head. Her lips were perked and reminded Harry of his aunt.
"Err.." He scratched the back of his head. "Stretching?"
"Well, looks like you've done so, now go back to bed. It's four in the morning for crying out loud!"
She watched as he climbed back onto the mattress and pull the covers up to his chin, then she too went back to sleep.
Harry groggily opened his eyes. A bright light shone into them. He scowled.
"Stupid sun." He sat up on his bed and examined his surroundings. A tray of food was on his nightstand. He put on his glasses and quickly ate, finally realizing how hungry he was.
Madame Promphery came over to him with that foul potion again. Harry untangled himself from his covers and ran to the other side of the informatory. He really hated that potion.
She sighed and stalked toward him again. He ran around the informatory with her on his heels. She was screaming things about him having to take it. He didn't care though, it tasted bad. He ran to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. He then ran to the sink. She corned him there and shoved the potion down his throat.
She then grabbed hold of his ear and dragged him back onto the mattress. "You" she huffed (she's out of breath) "are a very stubborn boy."
"How long am I going to have to stay here?" he asked, also out of breathe.
"Three more days. If you're good I'll let you eat dinner in the Great Hall tonight, only if you're good though. Good as in, do as your told."
There was a knock on the informatory door. Madame Promphery went to go answer it.
Harry could hear a muffled voice as the person at the door spoke to Madame Promphery. The nurse nodded and allowed the person to come in. Harry's mouth dropped. A girl with long black hair stepped inside and starred at Harry with hazel eyes.
"C-Cho?" he managed to force out. Then he remembered about the fight they had had. He turned so his back was to her.
"The bedpans are over there dear." The nurse named Madame Promphery said while pointing to the sink.
Cho made a disgusted face and muttered something that sounded like "stupid Snape" as she slowly marched to the sink. There was another knock at the door. Irritated the nurse opened the door again.
Ron and Hermione came barraging in. They ran to Harry's bedside and immediately shot him questions.
"What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?"
"Have you started to make up lessons?"
"Why'd you jump out of window?"
"I'll bring you your books and I'll let you barrow my notes."
"Why's Cho here?"
Harry moaned and rolled over so his back was to them. He wasn't in mood for answering questions.
He heard the scarping of a chair being pushed. He rolled back over to face them. Hermione sat at the edge of his bed. Ron was sitting in a chair. Harry sighed.
"Everyone's talking about you, you know" Ron stated.
"What are they saying?"
"Somehow they found out about your.uh.condition. They also found out about you jumping out of a window. They think you're going insane man. Why did you?"
He sighed again. "I-I don't know." Ok so it wasn't exactly the truth, but cut him some slack. He was confused now.
"When do you get out of here Harry?" the bushy haired girl asked.
"Three more days. Madame Promphery said I could eat dinner in the Great Hall tonight though. Wow, you guys are perfects again?" he had just now noticed the letter P that was attached to their robes.
"Yeah. Hey Harry, did you jump out the window because of.you know, Sirius?" asked Ron, keeping his voice now to a whisper.
Hermione elbowed him. "Ron!"
"Sorry" he muttered under his breath.
They continued to talk until it was time for lessons. They said their goodbyes and left. Harry fell back asleep to the sound of Cho washing bedpans.
He didn't awake again until eight o'clock that night. Madame Promphery had told him to go back to bed, for he had missed dinner. Angry, he did as told.
He had an odd dream that night. His parents and Sirius were all waving at him on a beach. Sirius had then turned into a dog and chased James along the shore. Lily laughed and lied down on a towel, reading a book. Then Remus Lupin came and threw a ball at Sirius. Sirius fell into the sand and laughed, as did James.
Then Peter Pettigrew came and cast a spell on Remus. Remus fell to the ground, looking very pale. Then he got up and waved at Harry.
A snake came slithering towards Pettigrew and transformed into Voldemort. Voldemort patted Pettigrew's shoulder, then turned to Harry.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not.and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live will the other survives.the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies" Voldemort said as he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest. He whispered a spell, green sparks flew from his wand.
Sirius, Lily, James and Remus all screamed and ran forward in front of Harry. The spell hit the four of them, they collapsed to the ground. Voldemort said the same spell again, green light emitted from his wand. This time Fawkes flew in front of Harry. Harry grabbed his wand shaking with anger, pointed it at Voldemort and whispered the words Avada Kedavra.
Harry suddenly awoke, his body covered in sweat. He looked out the window and saw that the moon hung high in the sky. He didn't care what time it was. Putting on his glasses, he jumped out of bed and ran out of the informatory. He needed to talk to Dumbledore. He needed to talk to him now.
A/N - I have to go on vacation sometime (parents didn't say when). I'll be gone for week.until then I'm going to write as many chapters I can before I go. When I get back I'll make it up to you guys, for I will write chaps while on vacation on paper. Then type it when I get back ok?
Review please.