Harry's eyelids felt heavy under his glasses as he tried to listen to Snape's instructions at the beginning of Potions. He was failing to do so though, and finally his eyelids yielded to gravity.
"POTTER!" Harry jumped at the startling shout. He looked up to see an enraged potions master. "50 points from Gryffindor and a week's detention, Potter. While you may consider my lesson below you, your potions tell a different story." Harry bowed his head as Snape stalked off to patrol the classroom. He rose to gather his ingredients when he was suddenly overtaken by dizziness. His face began to feel as if it were burning, but it was freezing to the touch. His knees buckled and he tried to regain his balance, succeeding only in making himself fall to the right instead of forward to be caught by a very shocked Severus Snape.
Harry woke quickly, immediately aware of the man holding him. He jolted away, causing the man to stumble back, slowly walked backwards, away from the man. He blinked twice before he realized, to his relief, that the man who had been supporting him was not his uncle, and then several more times before actually recognizing him. Harry's relief tapered off quite quickly, and his legs gave way yet again. He met with the cold stone and cradled his head in his knees. Snape's voice broke the silence.
"I will be back shortly. Anyone who speaks in my absence will find it extremely difficult to make any sound thereafter." His voice softened a good bit as he continued. "Potter, come with me."
They soon entered what Harry recognized as Snape's office. The pale-skinned potions master moved swiftly along the bottle-lined walls and removed a miniscule glass phial.
"Open your mouth." He commanded so firmly that Harry reluctantly obeyed. Snape tipped the phial and a burning sensation filled the boy's throat and he felt his dizziness abruptly subside. The professor held his shoulders as if he expected him to fall again even as he flinched away. His body shook violently, and his breathing became even faster and more erratic. He sank to the floor and curled into a terrified ball. The man beside him sighed and took a pinch of floo powder, throwing it into his fire. He shouted his destination and stepped in, levitating the sobbing boy behind him.
Author's Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short, it's all I can type up right now because I'm falling asleep here. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, they're much appreciated. I'll be responding to them about now, because dammit, I can.
LilLeggs- My first review! *covers ears* I'm going to update as fast as I can, so you can stop whining now. Of course, if it makes you review again, whine away!
Sesturi- I'm trying to make this at least somewhat original, and yes, it is sad, but I mean, I can't resist traumatizing someone who's so good at being traumatized! *returns evil grin*
DaughterofDeath- Wow. That was... succinct. Well, here's your chapter. Enjoy!
"POTTER!" Harry jumped at the startling shout. He looked up to see an enraged potions master. "50 points from Gryffindor and a week's detention, Potter. While you may consider my lesson below you, your potions tell a different story." Harry bowed his head as Snape stalked off to patrol the classroom. He rose to gather his ingredients when he was suddenly overtaken by dizziness. His face began to feel as if it were burning, but it was freezing to the touch. His knees buckled and he tried to regain his balance, succeeding only in making himself fall to the right instead of forward to be caught by a very shocked Severus Snape.
Harry woke quickly, immediately aware of the man holding him. He jolted away, causing the man to stumble back, slowly walked backwards, away from the man. He blinked twice before he realized, to his relief, that the man who had been supporting him was not his uncle, and then several more times before actually recognizing him. Harry's relief tapered off quite quickly, and his legs gave way yet again. He met with the cold stone and cradled his head in his knees. Snape's voice broke the silence.
"I will be back shortly. Anyone who speaks in my absence will find it extremely difficult to make any sound thereafter." His voice softened a good bit as he continued. "Potter, come with me."
They soon entered what Harry recognized as Snape's office. The pale-skinned potions master moved swiftly along the bottle-lined walls and removed a miniscule glass phial.
"Open your mouth." He commanded so firmly that Harry reluctantly obeyed. Snape tipped the phial and a burning sensation filled the boy's throat and he felt his dizziness abruptly subside. The professor held his shoulders as if he expected him to fall again even as he flinched away. His body shook violently, and his breathing became even faster and more erratic. He sank to the floor and curled into a terrified ball. The man beside him sighed and took a pinch of floo powder, throwing it into his fire. He shouted his destination and stepped in, levitating the sobbing boy behind him.
Author's Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short, it's all I can type up right now because I'm falling asleep here. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, they're much appreciated. I'll be responding to them about now, because dammit, I can.
LilLeggs- My first review! *covers ears* I'm going to update as fast as I can, so you can stop whining now. Of course, if it makes you review again, whine away!
Sesturi- I'm trying to make this at least somewhat original, and yes, it is sad, but I mean, I can't resist traumatizing someone who's so good at being traumatized! *returns evil grin*
DaughterofDeath- Wow. That was... succinct. Well, here's your chapter. Enjoy!