An; well. This is it. The finale is happening. Sort a. dunno these things
sometimes get away from me.
Harry and the beginning of the end. Chapter 21 (^_^) Intruder.
Harry stared at the ceiling grumpily. He didn't feel that bad, really, his wrists ached, and his toes hurt a little but otherwise he wished he was in lessons. Exams were next week and everyone but him were studying hard.
He sighed. Madame Pomfrey was acting as if he was a mentally ill patient, someone with the brain the size of a pea, not that he had anything against mentally ill people.but he WASN'T ONE! Ron and Hermione visited often, but the last visit Madame Pomfrey had had a quiet word with them outside the door of the sick bay. Harry suspected that she had told them that he was mentally ill, because they had not come back. To top it all off, they had stopped Neville, Luna and Ginny coming too. Harry felt lonely. Even Dumbledore hadn't visited, though Harry suspected that was the same reason the headmaster had not talked to him at all last year, fear of Voldemort taking over. Harry winced as he remembered the feeling. He remembered asking Dumbledore to kill him. Harry shoved the thought away and concentrated on his present problems.
The object of his woes (Madame Pomfrey) loped past, and Harry noticed she was drinking from a hip flask like Moody's. He frowned. In all the time he had seen her, had spent time in the hospital wing, he had never seen the matron eating or drinking on duty. She pulled a face after taking a swig from the flask. It reminded Harry of something. Something Ron had done once.he shook his head. No point in trying to remember.
"Madame Pomfrey? Did you tell Ron and Hermione not to visit?" he asked.
She stopped. "Now where did you get an idea like that Potter? Making up stories against people only trying to help you. That's a sure sign of stage one of ******," (she said a word Harry didn't understand, "I am afraid I will have to cancel all your visits."
"But!"
"No buts." She turned away and Harry caught the glint of something in her eyes. An emotion he couldn't place.
There was nothing for it. He stayed in place and counted the amount of times someone went past the in the corridor outside the peaceful wing. By the end of the day he was exhausted (the kind where you are tired because you did nothing), and shut his eyes to sleep.
He dreamed again. ------------------------------------------------ Voldemort was pacing. Wormtail was quivering in the corner and Nagini was slithering around near the fire which was crackling merrily in the hearth.
"Why does she not contact e?" hissed the dark lord, running a hand over his red, disgusting eyes. "Why does she not send an owl?" he resumed pacing and began muttering to himself. Harry couldn't hear the words but apparently Wormtail could, because the figure cowered even more. "DAMMIT!" roared the dark lord, in amazing display of loss of temper. Sparks shot from his wand. ----------------------------------------------
and not that many miles away, Harry woke up. One thing that had been bothering him, the one thing that had stayed in his mind was the look on Madame Pomfrey's face when she drank from the flask. He had seen it before, on Ron's face. When he had taken the Polyjuice potion.
Harry sat bolt upright. It was impossible. Madame Pomfrey couldn't not be her.and yet, it made sense. The refusal to even consider healing him magically, the look in her eyes as she turned away, which Harry now recognized as maliciousness.
He rolled out of bed and went to the office at the end of the long white room. He pushed open the door and crept inside. His file was lying open on the desk; Harry almost chuckled when he saw how thick it was. He had definitely spent too much time in this wing over the last two years. He opened the file.
"Potter! What are you doing?"
Harry turned.
#(AN; this flash forwards a little, but don't worry, all will be explained.^_^)#
Harry lifted his wings, and then pushed them down as hard as he could. His heart was heavy with sorrow. None of them had believed him. Not Dumbledore. Not Lupin. Not even Ron and Hermione. He let his black and silver head droop and put all his strength into flying. The dreams were coming again. In daylight hours. That either meant that Voldemort was feeling an extreme of some emotion, or he was trying really hard to take over Harry.
Harry lifted his shining wings and flew out of sight, never noticing the white figure following, the very loyal, kind, white owl.
AN; HEDWIG RULES!!!!! Hehe. Tell me wat u think.
Harry and the beginning of the end. Chapter 21 (^_^) Intruder.
Harry stared at the ceiling grumpily. He didn't feel that bad, really, his wrists ached, and his toes hurt a little but otherwise he wished he was in lessons. Exams were next week and everyone but him were studying hard.
He sighed. Madame Pomfrey was acting as if he was a mentally ill patient, someone with the brain the size of a pea, not that he had anything against mentally ill people.but he WASN'T ONE! Ron and Hermione visited often, but the last visit Madame Pomfrey had had a quiet word with them outside the door of the sick bay. Harry suspected that she had told them that he was mentally ill, because they had not come back. To top it all off, they had stopped Neville, Luna and Ginny coming too. Harry felt lonely. Even Dumbledore hadn't visited, though Harry suspected that was the same reason the headmaster had not talked to him at all last year, fear of Voldemort taking over. Harry winced as he remembered the feeling. He remembered asking Dumbledore to kill him. Harry shoved the thought away and concentrated on his present problems.
The object of his woes (Madame Pomfrey) loped past, and Harry noticed she was drinking from a hip flask like Moody's. He frowned. In all the time he had seen her, had spent time in the hospital wing, he had never seen the matron eating or drinking on duty. She pulled a face after taking a swig from the flask. It reminded Harry of something. Something Ron had done once.he shook his head. No point in trying to remember.
"Madame Pomfrey? Did you tell Ron and Hermione not to visit?" he asked.
She stopped. "Now where did you get an idea like that Potter? Making up stories against people only trying to help you. That's a sure sign of stage one of ******," (she said a word Harry didn't understand, "I am afraid I will have to cancel all your visits."
"But!"
"No buts." She turned away and Harry caught the glint of something in her eyes. An emotion he couldn't place.
There was nothing for it. He stayed in place and counted the amount of times someone went past the in the corridor outside the peaceful wing. By the end of the day he was exhausted (the kind where you are tired because you did nothing), and shut his eyes to sleep.
He dreamed again. ------------------------------------------------ Voldemort was pacing. Wormtail was quivering in the corner and Nagini was slithering around near the fire which was crackling merrily in the hearth.
"Why does she not contact e?" hissed the dark lord, running a hand over his red, disgusting eyes. "Why does she not send an owl?" he resumed pacing and began muttering to himself. Harry couldn't hear the words but apparently Wormtail could, because the figure cowered even more. "DAMMIT!" roared the dark lord, in amazing display of loss of temper. Sparks shot from his wand. ----------------------------------------------
and not that many miles away, Harry woke up. One thing that had been bothering him, the one thing that had stayed in his mind was the look on Madame Pomfrey's face when she drank from the flask. He had seen it before, on Ron's face. When he had taken the Polyjuice potion.
Harry sat bolt upright. It was impossible. Madame Pomfrey couldn't not be her.and yet, it made sense. The refusal to even consider healing him magically, the look in her eyes as she turned away, which Harry now recognized as maliciousness.
He rolled out of bed and went to the office at the end of the long white room. He pushed open the door and crept inside. His file was lying open on the desk; Harry almost chuckled when he saw how thick it was. He had definitely spent too much time in this wing over the last two years. He opened the file.
"Potter! What are you doing?"
Harry turned.
#(AN; this flash forwards a little, but don't worry, all will be explained.^_^)#
Harry lifted his wings, and then pushed them down as hard as he could. His heart was heavy with sorrow. None of them had believed him. Not Dumbledore. Not Lupin. Not even Ron and Hermione. He let his black and silver head droop and put all his strength into flying. The dreams were coming again. In daylight hours. That either meant that Voldemort was feeling an extreme of some emotion, or he was trying really hard to take over Harry.
Harry lifted his shining wings and flew out of sight, never noticing the white figure following, the very loyal, kind, white owl.
AN; HEDWIG RULES!!!!! Hehe. Tell me wat u think.