Disclaimer: if I owned harry potter, I wouldn't have to WRITE a/b Alan Rickman, I could see him every day on the set. And then… sigh
AN: hope y'all like. I did my best. Fanfic's being a butt, so if the alignment/coding's screwed, I'm sorry
[Many Days Later]
"Professor, may I talk to you?"
"Of course, Harry. What is it."
"That memory you showed me… it's really been bothering me…"
"I'm sorry, but it had to be done."
"I know, but still… Can I tell you something?"
"Certainly."
"I kinda know how Dad felt. I mean, I've…"
"You can tell me Harry." Don't Roll Eyes, DON'T ROLL EYES
"Well, see, I really liked this girl named Cho. But see, I asked her to the Yule Ball, but she was already going with… Cedric. Then Cedric dies and she and I start you know… going out. Then I realize she's just trying to stay with me because of Cedric. I know how Dad felt, loving Mum when she obviously had feelings for you and vice versa… And not being able to have her... Even after they were married, she must have thought of you…
I could have burst out crying…
"You could have a point, Potter. But it's getting close to class. Shall we go?"
Harry strode past me, and grabbed his books. I walked over and stood behind him, placing my hand gingerly on his shoulder. That way, if he flinched me off, I didn't have to pull my hand that far away. He turned around, with tears clinging to his eyelashes. He was as embarrassed as I was the day I cried in front of Lily. I pulled him towards me, cradling his head against my chest. "Dear God, boy, please don't cry… "Shh, Harry, shhh. It's ok. It's ok, I promise. Whatever it is, it's ok. I'm here. Shh. Harry, please, stop crying. Shh, there there. Shh.."
And I truly felt for the boy. All my hatred for him melted at that instant. How could put him through what was to come?? This might kill me before it's all over.
[…]
[Divination]"Ok, class….. it's Time to begin studying crystal balls."
"Didn't we already do that?!?!"
"Yes, Ronald Weasley, but as you all failed it, and it could prove useful with the impending war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named….
The
class collectively gasps.
"As I was saying, as it could
prove useful, I am bringing us back to it.
Before each of you is a crystal ball and a book with the most popular symbols
found in crystal balls. Please gaze
into the mist and tell me what you see."
"Yes Professor Trelawney"
"This is a load of shit, Harry"
"Yeah, I know Ron. Just stare at it and sleep with your eyes open."
"That's the ticket. By the way, is something bothering you? Your eyes are all puffy."
"I'm fine."
"Look, you can tell me!"
"I'M FINE!!" Harry's crystal ball burst from the intensity of his anger.
"Professor, I accidentally… blew up my crystal ball."
"Try not concentrating so hard next time, Harry." With a flick of her wand, the broken pieces of the ball disappeared and a shiny new ball replaced it on his desk."
"Just leave me alone right now, Ron."
"Is that bloody git bothering you?"
"Just leave me be."
Harry glowered at the crystal ball, seeing if he could blow up another one. Suddenly his scar ached with a fierceness he'd never encountered. It was as if someone stuck a red-hot poker through his skull, jiggled it up and down, lit fire to his scalp, and threw him in hydrochloric acid. He swayed back and forth, screaming at the top of his lungs, "STOP, STOP IT! GET AWAY FROM HER! SHE'S DEAD. LET HER BE AT PEACE FOR GOD'S SAKE. DON'T! STOP! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!" Then he let out a blood-curdling scream.
[Snape's Dungeon]
"Drink this, Harry."
"What is it??"
"It will soothe your headache." Actually, it'll make you forget what you've seen in that trance. Damn Trelawney. She could have ruined everything.
"Where am I? Everything's fuzzy"
"I took of your glasses so you could sleep. You're in the dungeon."
"What time is it?
"Just after lunch."
"Wait, I'm going to be late for Potions!!! Oh wait, heehehee, so are you." Apparently the potion's taking effect.
"I've…cancelled Potions today…To take care of you."
"Hahahahhaa, that's a first. Hehehehe, you're hair's shiiinyy"
"Yes, I know…" Oh boy do I know
"WHOAAAA, w/out my glasses on,you look like dad! HEY DADDY!!!!!! Gi' us a hug!"
Don't cry… don't cry. GOD DAMN IT DON'T CRY
"Go back to sleep, Harry."
[That Evening, Great Hall]
"I did what??!?
"You started to sway and yell stuff a/b some dead woman."
"Ron, I have no idea as to what you're talking about. I was in Divination, woke up in the Potions dungeon, and then woke up again in my bed, and that's ALL I can remember."
"Look, I was there next to you. We all saw it. Ask anyone. Trelawney looked HORRIFIED."
"I never should have dropped Divination. Too much interesting stuff happens when I'm gone."
"Yeah it does, Hermione…Ron winks at Hermione"
"OH SHUT UP, RON!"
Hermione stomps off in a huff
"You know, if that didn't happen EVERY meal, I MIGHT be concerned."
"Heh, good one, Ron."
[Next Day, Potions Class]
"And that, class, thought I hate lowering myself to even CALLING you a class, is how you make a Anti-Itching draught. Follow the instructions on the board. At the end of class, I will infect you all with Poison Ivy. If your draught works, your itching will cease immediately. If not, your body will become covered in oozing pustules. These will last at least a week. LONGER if your draught is poorly mixed. glares at Longbottom Good Luck, one and all, but ESPECIALLY some of you" Man, this is my FAVORITE lesson…
"Neville, come sit next me…"
"Thanks, Hermione."
Snape walked up and down the rows. He stood next to Neville, who was stirring the mixture with a swizzle stick. Neville began shaking with fear.
"……Good job, Neville."
"Thhhthttththhank you, Professor." Neville BEAMED."
That had to be the easiest way in the world to distract the boy. Snape muttered "Accio wand!" under his breath. Almost done. Now that I have Longbottom's wand, this plan is almost complete.