A/N: Woohoo, I actually got a chappy out today! Now the world has stopped spinning! I'm so screwed. I spent £6 in the last 2 days on my fone. Well just thought Id share that with you all, pointless information is always fun. Like the fact a goldfish had 27,000 taste buds (Thank OD monkey for that little fact)
Thank you for all the reviews. I'm am actually feeling a lot better today so hopefully I wont have to spend another day bored out of my skull and not aloud on the comp for more than 30 min…
~…~ Parsletongue (sp?)
Chapter sixteen: Harry waz 'ere
Harry ran down the ever changing corridors until he reached the snake statue guarding Sevs rooms. He couldn't describe what it was that made him so panicked but he just wished Severus hadn't gone yet. He wanted to see him before he left; in all honesty he wanted to stop him going completely.
The snake stayed perfectly still, Harry knew this was Sev's quarters but he didn't know how to get into them, it wasn't as if he'd ever been told the password.
A group of 3rd year Slytherins walked past on there way to lunch so Harry pulled the cloak tighter round himself. He didn't have any real problems with the Slytherins any more, but they still weren't exactly friendly to him.
"Professor, can I come in?" Harry shouted once the 3rd years were gone, but there was no reply. "Let me in!" Harry howled at the stone snake.
~Ssstupid child.~
~Hey I resssent that!~ The snake looked mildly surprised that Harry had understood him. Its stony appearance moving slowly.
~You're a sssnake ssspeaker?~
~Yesss, No let me in. I have to sssee Ssseverusss.~
~Not with out the passsword, besssidesss, he left a while ago, the room isss empty.~
~When will he be back?~
~He is no sssnake ssspeaker, why would he have told me?~ the snake looked at Harry like he was an infant.
~Is there no way you will let me in?~
~No, not even the headmassster can come in unlesss Ssseverusss isss here.~
Harry turned on his heal and left without even saying good bye to the snake statue.
The castle was quiet, almost every one was at lunch, but Harry himself couldn't eat. He was usually anxious when Severus was called, he knew just what a fine line Severus walked as a Spy, one slip up and not only would he die painfully but so many of the Light sides plans could fall to ruin. Today was different though, the fact that every one had been called was rare. Voldemort usually didn't risk raising that sort of attention to himself. Not when he still had Fudge adamant that he was as dead as they come.
There may well be nothing out of the ordinary, but it still didn't make him feel any better.
Harry looked at the door he had unconsciously stopped at. The infirmary doors were not usually a place he walked through, he was usually carried through on a stretcher, or unconscious, very rarely did he walk through those doors.
Still wearing his invisibility cloak he walked through to door as quietly as he could. Poppy had her back to the door, organising potions. Harry recognised his own note sitting on her desk.
Harry walked lightly to 'his' room. It was actually a intensive care room, for patients who were really roughed up. Ron had nicknamed Harrys room because he had been there so often. At the end of fourth year Ron had taken a piece of enchanted chalk that never rubbed off and had wrote 'Harry potter waz 'ere' on the wall followed by the date. Poppy had been furious but couldn't get rid off it. Ron had ended up putting a lot more dates down to follow that one. Harry always did get into a lot of bumps and bruises.
Harry looked at them. He could remember what had happened to him for every one of those dates, the one where he and Draco had had there last fight which had landed them in there for two weeks. They were much better at Dulling by then than they were in first year.
The one where he had been knocked out by a Bludger after Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup in 6th year.
But not all memories were that simple, another was from his first exercise in the field, it wasn't that bad, there had only been a few Death Eaters, they were going after a valuable artefact. Dumbledore had it now, but at the time they would have done anything to get their hands on it. It was the first time Harry had actually turned an unforgivable on a fellow human being. He had been in shock for the whole night. 15 year olds shouldn't have to know the Killing Curse.
Would Severus be taken to this room? Would he still be conscious? He very rarely was. Harry had never been aloud to see Severus after the D E meetings, but when he knew Sev was being called he frequently snuck down under his cloak to see if the spy was still alive.
Harry had no idea if Dumbledore knew about his visits. The old man had never mentioned them so Harry had taken it as a go ahead and had been grateful. Now tough he was furious. How could Dumbledore sit back knowing full well that every time Severus left he might not come back. How could he do that to the man he loved. Ah, um, scratch that, to the man he um… liked.
Harry almost jumped when Pomfry walked into the room, needlessly sorting the perfectly made bed and fluffing the already fluffy pillows. Apparently Harry wasn't the only nervous one. After a while she left and Harry let out a relieved sigh.
He would have to leave soon; he had to be at McGonagall's class room for Transfiguration lessons. He left reluctantly, knowing the next time he was in there would probably be the next time he saw Severus. He didn't relish the idea but still he hung onto it like a life line, because, the other most likely place he would be seeing Severus was a body bag and anything was better than that.
Transfiguration went past in a blur. Harry could hardily care to listen. He was working on his Animagi form but no matter how excited it usually made him he couldn't concentrate. He received some very sour looks from his head of house that had obviously not forgotten the day before and was eventually excused.
Harry made his way down to the Potions class room. He had done the whole dramatic exit thing, probably best for him because he wasn't sure he could have stayed in the same room as Sev after that sort of rejection but the potion was probably ruined.
Harry walked into the classroom -he was aloud in here at any time to work on extra credit assignments- and peered cautiously at the potion.
Harry smiled. Severus had obviously fixed it for him and it was bubbling nicely. Once he knew the potion was fine Harry left for dinner, still not all that hungry, but his friend would start wondering if he didn't show up for at least one meal that day.
~*~*~Tbc~*~*~
