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Chapter Five
The teenaged boy sighed while pushing himself up, as doing so; a thin, white blanket fell from his chest to his waist. He slipped his feet out from beneath the covers and placed them on the cold, stone floor. A small chill ran down his spine, Goosebumps forming on his pale skin. He stood and wrapped the cloth around his shoulder and hugged the fabric close to his chest. He slowly made his way towards a large window over looking a luscious forest.
He squinted as rays of light shone in his eyes. He assumed it was around noon. The teenager turned back around and stalked toward his bed. He sat down on the mattress, his back resting against the headboard. He slowly replayed yesterday's actions.
* * *
He had just come from the dungeons with Professor McGonagall, his Firebolt swung over his shoulder. He couldn't wait to start Quidditch again, especially now that he was appointed Captain. He turned the doorknob on the Hospital Wing's door; he stepped inside and noticed a bushy haired girl and a red head sitting beside his bed. He carefully placed his Firebolt against the wall.
Stacks of books were piled next to the girl Harry recognized as Hermione Granger. On the other side of the girl sat the boy he knew as Ronald Weasley. Harry gulped. The freckled boy had an unhealthy shade of green and white in his face and his eyes were red and puffy. He made his way towards them, slightly shaken, still feeling guilty about his friend's suspension. The two characters looked up as he approached, but said nothing.
He sat down on the floor before them, crossing his legs Indian-style and starring absentmindedly at the cobblestone. The girl named Hermione inched a long roll of parchment before the emerald-eyed boy. She then placed a bottle of ink, a quill, and a fresh, unwritten piece of parchment before him. He nodded in gratitude. Opening the bottle of black liquid, he dipped the quill into the ink and began to copy.
An uncomfortable silence fell over them for quite some time. It only ended when the sick looking Ron whispered "Why?"
The two others looked at him but asked no questions. They knew he was referring to his punishment. Harry gulped again and dipped his quill back into the ink, continuing to copy Hermione's notes. He too had to admit that he was curious as to why his punishment was so severe.
Hermione spoke up. "Well, for one, you don't exactly have a clean record now do you? Two, you did attempt to throw the first punch. However, I do think it is a bit cruel of Professor McGonagall to suspend you" she admitted.
Harry nodded, still copying down the notes. "Mum is going to kill me. I mean literally kill me." Harry smiled sadly, trying to cheer up his friend. He really was speechless. "I am so disappointed Ronald! How do you expect to make a living in the world if you keep getting into trouble like this?" mocked Ron.
"When do you leave?" asked Hermione.
"Tonight actually.guess I should get packing. Get better Harry" he swung his feet onto the floor and headed toward the door. Harry quickly stood and turned to his best friend.
"Ron, I-I am sorry and.well, thank you for standing up for me."
The other boy nodded. "Friends protect their friends. Don't be sorry, only Dean needs to be sorry." The two boys exchanged goofy grins. Ron opened the door, then left.
"Come on Harry, you have a lot to catch up on" Hermione reminded him while opening a book and flipping to one of the pages. Harry nodded and continued copying the notes.
* * *
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 'Friends protect their friends.' Those words repeated in his mind multiple times. His heart warmed every time he thought of them. His parents and godfather may be gone but he still had his friends. He smiled, and then remembered the smashed mirror of his.
He glanced towards his nightstand only to find the mirror not there. It must be at the Dursleys' still. His smile quickly turned into a frown. He released another sigh and pulled the covers over his head. He then groaned and threw the blankets off of his body.
His thoughts wandered to the feeling of happiness he had when he felt pain. He didn't understand himself then. Why would he do such a stupid thing? He understood how it hurt to think about all the lives that have ended around him and how he would not want to even think about it. However, he didn't really think that pain was the way to go.
When he was laughing that time his Uncle beat him, he couldn't help but be happy though. It felt as if someone was ending his pain by causing him pain.
"Hell that doesn't even make sense," he whispered to himself.
A loud screech echoed through the Hospital Wing. The boy quickly looked up and found himself starring into two large owl eyes. A small smile touched his lips. He extended a hand and ran his fingers over the white feathers. "Hedwig, how have you been?" he asked while undoing a knot that held a letter to the owl's leg. The owl hooted and puffed out its chest. He quickly unfolded the letter. "Hagrid" he whispered excitedly as he read the first and only line.
'Want ter have tea wit' me next Friday?'
A small smile danced on the boy's lips. He folded the letter and placed it on his nightstand. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a piece of parchment, quill and ink and began to write a reply.
'I'd love to Hagrid.'
* * * The boy couldn't help but smile as he paced down one of the many corridors of Hogwarts. He was finally able to leave the Hospital Wing and began classes. He came to a halt before a metal door. Students circled around the area, all gossiping and chatting merrily.
Hermione's familiar face made its way toward him. She smiled at him and pulled his arm, dragging him to where a boy named Neville was. Harry arched his eyebrow; the boy was shaking and looked rather nervous and frightened. This boy's odd behavior made Harry wonder if it was him that he was scared of.
"Hello Harry" Neville said, his voice quivering. Harry nodded and stared at the dungeon floor. Hermione cleared her throat, making the boy who lived look at her. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a rude remark.
"Careful everyone, the insane Potter walks before us." The students around Harry stopped chatting immediately; each took a step away. Harry sneered, only causing the students to become even more terrified.
"Shut up Malfoy" a small smirk danced across the boy's face. Practically everyone in the school thought he was insane, why not have fun? He took a step towards the handsome blonde. "You never know, you could be my next target. Next time it could be you falling threw the thin layers of air, obeying the laws of gravity, and landing to your doom. Who knows or cares if you'll survive." The boy named Malfoy glared, then let out a laugh. Harry joined his laughter. "Do you think I'm playing Malfoy? Do you honestly think this is a mere bluff? Must I prove to you that I am serious?"
"Yeah right Potter. You can barely harm an insect, let alone me." Harry's eyes flickered. With a scream the boy ran and pushed the Malfoy boy against the wall. He leaned close to the other boy's neck and licked it.
"You amuse me Draco. So sad that you have to die" he whispered sounding as if he was sorry. The blue-eyed pretty boy gulped and shoved the Potter boy away. He then reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a gorgeous wand. Harry released a sinister laugh. "Tsk tsk. Not very smart Drakey. You must have forgotten whom you're dealing with."
Draco raised his wand and aimed it at the other boy's chest. "I swear Potter, come any closer and I'll kill you," he threatened, unaware of the audience that stood rooted to their spots. Each student was now shaken with fear.
"The rumors are true then. Harry Potter is insane," whispered Neville, looking as though he was going to wet himself. Lucky for him, Harry hadn't heard this remark.
Harry laughed again. He took a step forward and threw the Malfoy against the other wall. The boy slid to the ground, moaning in pain. Harry's smirk grew as he lifted the nearest torch off of its holder and threw it at the other boy. Draco screamed as the intense heat burned his robes and skin.
Hermione took a step forward. She raised her wand and instantly the fire on Draco vanished, revealing his bare self. Blood trickled down various parts of his body. Black and burned skin everywhere. All the students gasped. Draco slowly stood from the ground, shaking with rage and pain. He pointed his wand at Harry. "Crucio."
A beam of light sprouted from the wand and hit Harry like a ton of bricks. Pain shot at him like there was no tomorrow. He smiled and began to laugh so hard he wet himself. The students around him backed as far away from him as possible, each afraid what he would do next.
After four minutes of Harry's happy moment the potion's master swept into the dungeon. He released Harry from the spell and demanded an explanation. Draco collapsed to the ground, no longer able to ignore his wounds, Hermione ran to his side. He pushed her away and muttered something about filthy mudbloods. Snape directed his gaze to Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's best friends, and told them to bring Malfoy to the Hospital Wing. The nodded and ran to help their friend stand, each swinging one of Draco's arms around their shoulders.
"Longbottom. Explain," the professor snapped. Neville nodded and began his explanation on what had happened. Harry however neither saw nor heard any of this; he had fallen unconscious after Snape had released him of the unforgivable curse, his face still holding a broad smile.
**** A/N - Oh my God! You have no idea how fun that was to write! Heehee. Thanks again for all the reviews. I've decided to answer them, so you don't think I'm ignoring you. Seriously, without all of your reviews I wouldn't have gone on with this story.thank you. Yeah that sounded lame.anyways here I go. Oh and sorry about all the grammar problems and all in the chapters.I need to find myself a reader lol
Padfoot - I don't know if you still reading this or not, but I've updated. This one took a while to get out, but it's out now. I'll try not to stop writing this, very slim chance I will.
Flame-the-Phoenix - Maybe he has maybe he hasn't. He does act insane though ne? I hope I keep it up too, which I probably will. Chapters like this one are so much fun to write.
Ms. Issues - Hmm.you think so? I think I will write that sometime then. Of course there's going to be more.
PhoenixPadfoot89 - Insane? Probably. I made him have a harsh punishment because he doesn't have a very clean record now does he? Besides, thought it would give story a little twist. Did it work or was it dumb idea? Thanks for the vacation thing. About the dream and prophecy, you'll find out in a later chapter.
Stinky Stan - Want more? Seriously? Okie dokie I can write more. Heh, I like the name, very original.
juggling stars - Yeah I like first chapter best too, however this one is growing on me. What do you think of it? About the email, no problem was happy to do so. I feel bad about it too, but I really didn't know of what to do with Ron in the future chapters so.
bluefires - Next chapter out, so is the fifth one. You like?
marauders4ever - Thank you. Yeah I admit, I did make her hard on them, but it's McGonagall, what did you expect, heh. Yeah that made me sound weird.anyways hmm. Yeah I admit that is a bit odd too, I seriously don't know why I do that.
Thanks for all the reviews. You guys rock!
Chapter Five
The teenaged boy sighed while pushing himself up, as doing so; a thin, white blanket fell from his chest to his waist. He slipped his feet out from beneath the covers and placed them on the cold, stone floor. A small chill ran down his spine, Goosebumps forming on his pale skin. He stood and wrapped the cloth around his shoulder and hugged the fabric close to his chest. He slowly made his way towards a large window over looking a luscious forest.
He squinted as rays of light shone in his eyes. He assumed it was around noon. The teenager turned back around and stalked toward his bed. He sat down on the mattress, his back resting against the headboard. He slowly replayed yesterday's actions.
* * *
He had just come from the dungeons with Professor McGonagall, his Firebolt swung over his shoulder. He couldn't wait to start Quidditch again, especially now that he was appointed Captain. He turned the doorknob on the Hospital Wing's door; he stepped inside and noticed a bushy haired girl and a red head sitting beside his bed. He carefully placed his Firebolt against the wall.
Stacks of books were piled next to the girl Harry recognized as Hermione Granger. On the other side of the girl sat the boy he knew as Ronald Weasley. Harry gulped. The freckled boy had an unhealthy shade of green and white in his face and his eyes were red and puffy. He made his way towards them, slightly shaken, still feeling guilty about his friend's suspension. The two characters looked up as he approached, but said nothing.
He sat down on the floor before them, crossing his legs Indian-style and starring absentmindedly at the cobblestone. The girl named Hermione inched a long roll of parchment before the emerald-eyed boy. She then placed a bottle of ink, a quill, and a fresh, unwritten piece of parchment before him. He nodded in gratitude. Opening the bottle of black liquid, he dipped the quill into the ink and began to copy.
An uncomfortable silence fell over them for quite some time. It only ended when the sick looking Ron whispered "Why?"
The two others looked at him but asked no questions. They knew he was referring to his punishment. Harry gulped again and dipped his quill back into the ink, continuing to copy Hermione's notes. He too had to admit that he was curious as to why his punishment was so severe.
Hermione spoke up. "Well, for one, you don't exactly have a clean record now do you? Two, you did attempt to throw the first punch. However, I do think it is a bit cruel of Professor McGonagall to suspend you" she admitted.
Harry nodded, still copying down the notes. "Mum is going to kill me. I mean literally kill me." Harry smiled sadly, trying to cheer up his friend. He really was speechless. "I am so disappointed Ronald! How do you expect to make a living in the world if you keep getting into trouble like this?" mocked Ron.
"When do you leave?" asked Hermione.
"Tonight actually.guess I should get packing. Get better Harry" he swung his feet onto the floor and headed toward the door. Harry quickly stood and turned to his best friend.
"Ron, I-I am sorry and.well, thank you for standing up for me."
The other boy nodded. "Friends protect their friends. Don't be sorry, only Dean needs to be sorry." The two boys exchanged goofy grins. Ron opened the door, then left.
"Come on Harry, you have a lot to catch up on" Hermione reminded him while opening a book and flipping to one of the pages. Harry nodded and continued copying the notes.
* * *
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 'Friends protect their friends.' Those words repeated in his mind multiple times. His heart warmed every time he thought of them. His parents and godfather may be gone but he still had his friends. He smiled, and then remembered the smashed mirror of his.
He glanced towards his nightstand only to find the mirror not there. It must be at the Dursleys' still. His smile quickly turned into a frown. He released another sigh and pulled the covers over his head. He then groaned and threw the blankets off of his body.
His thoughts wandered to the feeling of happiness he had when he felt pain. He didn't understand himself then. Why would he do such a stupid thing? He understood how it hurt to think about all the lives that have ended around him and how he would not want to even think about it. However, he didn't really think that pain was the way to go.
When he was laughing that time his Uncle beat him, he couldn't help but be happy though. It felt as if someone was ending his pain by causing him pain.
"Hell that doesn't even make sense," he whispered to himself.
A loud screech echoed through the Hospital Wing. The boy quickly looked up and found himself starring into two large owl eyes. A small smile touched his lips. He extended a hand and ran his fingers over the white feathers. "Hedwig, how have you been?" he asked while undoing a knot that held a letter to the owl's leg. The owl hooted and puffed out its chest. He quickly unfolded the letter. "Hagrid" he whispered excitedly as he read the first and only line.
'Want ter have tea wit' me next Friday?'
A small smile danced on the boy's lips. He folded the letter and placed it on his nightstand. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a piece of parchment, quill and ink and began to write a reply.
'I'd love to Hagrid.'
* * * The boy couldn't help but smile as he paced down one of the many corridors of Hogwarts. He was finally able to leave the Hospital Wing and began classes. He came to a halt before a metal door. Students circled around the area, all gossiping and chatting merrily.
Hermione's familiar face made its way toward him. She smiled at him and pulled his arm, dragging him to where a boy named Neville was. Harry arched his eyebrow; the boy was shaking and looked rather nervous and frightened. This boy's odd behavior made Harry wonder if it was him that he was scared of.
"Hello Harry" Neville said, his voice quivering. Harry nodded and stared at the dungeon floor. Hermione cleared her throat, making the boy who lived look at her. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a rude remark.
"Careful everyone, the insane Potter walks before us." The students around Harry stopped chatting immediately; each took a step away. Harry sneered, only causing the students to become even more terrified.
"Shut up Malfoy" a small smirk danced across the boy's face. Practically everyone in the school thought he was insane, why not have fun? He took a step towards the handsome blonde. "You never know, you could be my next target. Next time it could be you falling threw the thin layers of air, obeying the laws of gravity, and landing to your doom. Who knows or cares if you'll survive." The boy named Malfoy glared, then let out a laugh. Harry joined his laughter. "Do you think I'm playing Malfoy? Do you honestly think this is a mere bluff? Must I prove to you that I am serious?"
"Yeah right Potter. You can barely harm an insect, let alone me." Harry's eyes flickered. With a scream the boy ran and pushed the Malfoy boy against the wall. He leaned close to the other boy's neck and licked it.
"You amuse me Draco. So sad that you have to die" he whispered sounding as if he was sorry. The blue-eyed pretty boy gulped and shoved the Potter boy away. He then reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a gorgeous wand. Harry released a sinister laugh. "Tsk tsk. Not very smart Drakey. You must have forgotten whom you're dealing with."
Draco raised his wand and aimed it at the other boy's chest. "I swear Potter, come any closer and I'll kill you," he threatened, unaware of the audience that stood rooted to their spots. Each student was now shaken with fear.
"The rumors are true then. Harry Potter is insane," whispered Neville, looking as though he was going to wet himself. Lucky for him, Harry hadn't heard this remark.
Harry laughed again. He took a step forward and threw the Malfoy against the other wall. The boy slid to the ground, moaning in pain. Harry's smirk grew as he lifted the nearest torch off of its holder and threw it at the other boy. Draco screamed as the intense heat burned his robes and skin.
Hermione took a step forward. She raised her wand and instantly the fire on Draco vanished, revealing his bare self. Blood trickled down various parts of his body. Black and burned skin everywhere. All the students gasped. Draco slowly stood from the ground, shaking with rage and pain. He pointed his wand at Harry. "Crucio."
A beam of light sprouted from the wand and hit Harry like a ton of bricks. Pain shot at him like there was no tomorrow. He smiled and began to laugh so hard he wet himself. The students around him backed as far away from him as possible, each afraid what he would do next.
After four minutes of Harry's happy moment the potion's master swept into the dungeon. He released Harry from the spell and demanded an explanation. Draco collapsed to the ground, no longer able to ignore his wounds, Hermione ran to his side. He pushed her away and muttered something about filthy mudbloods. Snape directed his gaze to Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's best friends, and told them to bring Malfoy to the Hospital Wing. The nodded and ran to help their friend stand, each swinging one of Draco's arms around their shoulders.
"Longbottom. Explain," the professor snapped. Neville nodded and began his explanation on what had happened. Harry however neither saw nor heard any of this; he had fallen unconscious after Snape had released him of the unforgivable curse, his face still holding a broad smile.
**** A/N - Oh my God! You have no idea how fun that was to write! Heehee. Thanks again for all the reviews. I've decided to answer them, so you don't think I'm ignoring you. Seriously, without all of your reviews I wouldn't have gone on with this story.thank you. Yeah that sounded lame.anyways here I go. Oh and sorry about all the grammar problems and all in the chapters.I need to find myself a reader lol
Padfoot - I don't know if you still reading this or not, but I've updated. This one took a while to get out, but it's out now. I'll try not to stop writing this, very slim chance I will.
Flame-the-Phoenix - Maybe he has maybe he hasn't. He does act insane though ne? I hope I keep it up too, which I probably will. Chapters like this one are so much fun to write.
Ms. Issues - Hmm.you think so? I think I will write that sometime then. Of course there's going to be more.
PhoenixPadfoot89 - Insane? Probably. I made him have a harsh punishment because he doesn't have a very clean record now does he? Besides, thought it would give story a little twist. Did it work or was it dumb idea? Thanks for the vacation thing. About the dream and prophecy, you'll find out in a later chapter.
Stinky Stan - Want more? Seriously? Okie dokie I can write more. Heh, I like the name, very original.
juggling stars - Yeah I like first chapter best too, however this one is growing on me. What do you think of it? About the email, no problem was happy to do so. I feel bad about it too, but I really didn't know of what to do with Ron in the future chapters so.
bluefires - Next chapter out, so is the fifth one. You like?
marauders4ever - Thank you. Yeah I admit, I did make her hard on them, but it's McGonagall, what did you expect, heh. Yeah that made me sound weird.anyways hmm. Yeah I admit that is a bit odd too, I seriously don't know why I do that.
Thanks for all the reviews. You guys rock!