A/N: Another chapter…by the way, I have no clue what I'm doing from here on, for a while…I have later plans. By the way, the Feenlands all have latin first names, Thespia is pronounced "Theys-pee-uh", and Chorea is "Cor-ey-uh", and Aeria "Air-ee-uh". Yeah…I'm slightly picky about that, so if any of you end up talking to me about them (which I highly doubt), you pretty much know how it's pronounced.
Chapter Eight: Short-Lived FreedomA week had passed in Gryffindor Tower, and Professor Snape had finally allowed Harry to go outside and fly. Harry grabbed his Firebolt, and went down to the new Defence Against the Arts classroom to find Thespia, and planned on going down to the dungeons to find Severa, seeing as she didn't know how to get into the Ravenclaw rooms, she stayed in the Slytherin dormitories.
Thespia was, as Harry assumed, helping her mother unpack and decorate the Defence Against the Arts room. "Want to come flying with me?" Harry asked.
"Sure, I love flying," Thespia said, after words biting her lip. "Can I go mum?"
"Yes, just a few words."
Professor Feenland, as Harry knew her, talked to her daughter in hushed tones, to which Thespia replied, "I know, I know, I'm not Chori!"
"Okay, have fun," Professor Feenland called after them.
"What was that about?" Harry asked.
"Oh, nothing," Thespia said with a wave of her hand.
"So, do you have your own broom?" Harry asked.
"No."
"That's okay, there are school brooms you can use, I'll help you find on of the best ones, let's find Severa first."
"Sounds good to me." They made way to the dungeons, and heard voices from Snape's office. Instead of heading for the Slytherin Common Room, they followed the two voices until they could make out words.
"You know, you're the first Snape not in Slytherin," they heard Professor Snape say.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Severa asked with a smile to her voice.
"Could be either."
"The hat said that I would do well in both Houses, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, I kind of asked it to put me in Ravenclaw."
"Really? Same thing happened to me but, I chose Slytherin."
"Obviously."
"Excuse me," Harry said, once he was at the open door, "we wanted to see if Severa wanted to come flying with us."
"Sure."
"Severa, take my broom," Professor Snape said, tossing Severa a Nimbus 2002 that was in the corner of his office.
"Wow, thanks, father."
"Harry, if you start feeling weak or dizzy, I want you on the ground and in bed immediately, if it does not get better after a while I want you to come and see me, understood?"
"Yes, sir," Harry said.
"Where's your broom?" Severa asked Thespia.
"Don't have one, have to use the school's," Thespia answered with an embarrassed smile.
"It's all right. I thought I'd have to use one of them as well. I didn't know my father had a broom. Is that a Firebolt?!" Severa exclaimed, noticing Harry's broom.
"Yeah," Harry answered.
"They have yet to make a better broom," Severa explained, noting Thespia's confused face. "It's also used by professional Quidditch players. Where'd you get it?"
"A friend," Harry said simply, not wanting to elaborate, seeing as Severa nor Thespia knew of Sirius Black's innocence.
"Where do you get friends that nice?" Severa laughed.
Harry shrugged as they made way to the broom shed. Harry helped Thespia find a nice Comet 260. They mounted the brooms, Thespia with a funny look on her face. Harry led the way to the Quidditch pitch, which was not too far off. He closed his eyes and felt the exhilaration of flying again. He felt free, he felt alive again. He zoomed around the pitch a few times at top speeds. After getting out some of the energy from being cooped up, he flew over to Severa and Thespia, who was now trying to side-saddle her broom. "Wouldn't do that if I were you," Harry said to Thespia.
"Oh," she answered, turning and trying to swing her leg around. Suddenly, she slid off of her broom, and began to fall to the ground. Instantly, Harry dived, as if going for the snitch. She began to glow an odd, but beautiful shade of ice blue, slowly turning to an almost gold colour when Harry caught her arm. The light died instantly, and Thespia climbed onto Harry's broom with his, and Severa's help.
"I thought you said you loved flying."
Thespia took a deep breath before answering, "I meant it in a sense of I've never done it, but would love to."
"Oh," Harry managed as a wave of light-headedness passed over him. He closed his eyes until it passed.
"You all right?" Severa asked.
"Yeah, fine. Just—catching my breath," Harry answered.
"Okay. Why don't you just let me sit in one of the stands, and I'll watch you guys."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Positive," Thespia answered with a smile, as Harry flew her over towards the stands decked in red and gold, and helped her over the railing to where he often saw Ron and Hermione cheering him on.
"You can ride after I do a few dives," Harry said to Severa, "and then we can go in."
"All right."
Harry launched himself into a steep dive, pressing himself to the broom, and coming up only a metre from the ground. "I can do better than that," he told himself, blinking away the spots in his eyes and the wave of dizziness. He flew up about fifty metres from the ground, and went into a steeper dive, willing his broom faster, he saw the ground hurtling ever closer, ever faster. He willed himself to wait just a bit longer and the next thing he saw was black.
"Idiot, boy!" he heard a familiar voice. Godfa—Snape—Godfather…Whatever he was now. Harry tried to sit up, but fell back down in a wave of dizziness and pain. "Stay laying down, no flying for another week."
Harry groaned. He felt like shite. "What happened?" he managed to ask.
"What do you think happened?" Snape retorted, "you were out there showing off, and you fainted. Severa managed to levitate you back here, and Thespia stopped by a bit later."
Harry looked around. He was in a large bed with black sheets and blankets. Opposite of him was a wardrobe, and there were two doors leading to who-knows-where. "Sir, where exactly is 'here'?"
"My room, take this," Snape answered, shoving another potion down his throat. Harry almost spat it out, not because of the taste, but because of Snape's answer. It had never occurred to him that Snape would have his own room at Hogwarts, of course it was logical, but still…and not only that, he was in Snape's bed! "Ewww," he thought to himself, though this time managing not to leap from the bed, remembering what happened the last time with Malfoy's bed. Harry shuddered and fell back asleep.
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