Sorry that it's so short..
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"Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice barely more audible than a whisper. Harry blinked as the white light of the hospital wing hit his eyes. He turned. Hermione lay on a bed to his right. A few feet away.
"Harry. The prophecy." She whispered fiercely. She silenced as Mrs. Pomfrey entered, bustling about, dusting here and there and setting out glasses of water. They both closed their eyes, faking sleep.
When the sound of the nurse's footsteps faded, Harry sat up. His whole body hurt. Again. He turned to Hermione.
"I don't care about that stupid prophecy." He hissed, glaring at her, the pain of his headache splitting his mind apart.
Hermione looked hurt, but didn't say anything. She lay still, her eyes focused above her. Harry looked up. There was nothing there, yet Hermione's gaze seemed fixed.
"Her-" Harry started, but Hermione held her hand up indicating for him to shut up, and continued staring at the blank ceiling. Harry looked confused from the roof to Hermione and back.
Hermione turned quickly as Ron entered the wing. She stole a glance back at the ceiling then greeted Ron.
"Second time Harry. In Two Weeks. Impressive." Ron joked. His laughter put Harry in a state of un ease. Him and Hermione shared a look. "Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow. Get better eh? We need you on the team."
"You Keeper again?" Harry inquired, his interests perked as he he momentarily forgot about Ron/ Voldemort threats.
Ron nodded vigorously. "If I get it."
Hermione cleared her throat. "Hadn't you be getting to class?" Hermione asked. Hands on her hips. Ron nodded, grinning. "Necromancy." He said miserably and stalked from the room waving good bye.
"He seems back to normal." Harry said hopefully, casting a quick glance at Hermione then the roof, but not saying anything.
Hermione nodded in a distracted manner and blinked at him. "I don't trust him." She trailed off. "Something isn't right."
Harry trotted down the hallways to Potions, Hermione at his side. Ron nodded to them at the doorway and headed down into the pit of the dungeon.
"Hymo-Perdia, " Proffessor Snape barked, smashing his pointer against the black board making everyone jump. "Is among the most deadly potion and is also known as the three step potion because once ingested you have about long enough to take to steps before you die." He said, a smirk etched upon his lips as he stared at his wide eyed Sixth Year class.
Harry raised one eyes brow as Hermione raised one hand.
Snape rolled his eyes at her as said in a bored, impatient tone, "Yes Mrs. Hermione Granger. You are undoubtedly going to inform us of some minute detail about the potion that you assume I overlooked and wish to point out, so go ahead."
Hermione blushed and lowered her hand. "Hymo-Perdia is illegal. It was banned because the death type is too gruesome to go un punished. We are not allowed to make it." Hermione said firmly.
Snape shot her a dirty look. "Miss Granger. Thank you kindly for pointing out the obvious, but we are making a modified version of this potion." He turned back to their class, leaving Hermione glaring at his back. "Pure Hymo-Perdia potion will cause your entire body to blister. Boil and welt and your skin with literally burst off of your body, leaving your blood to flow freely from your veins, emptying you of any plasmic liquid. Thus earning it it's name Hymo-Perdia: Blood-Looser, roughly translated of course."
Harry scanned his book looking fore the recipe for Hymo-Perdia.
"We however, will be diluting the potion with Water, Sunflower Oil and Liver Bial of Fire Dragon. Thus is will cause only scant few blisters and burns, but beware. It stings like a bi-" Snape trailed off, turning red.
"You may start."
Harry left Potions, his fingers and forearms scattered with blisters. He gritted his teeth and wrote his homework down. A foot of parchment on the cream that would help the blisters. They would be making it tomorrow.
Charms went slowly creeping by and Harry earned his house ten points for creating an astounding "Fyreah" Charm. (Where fire sprouts from the end of your wand, much like the water charm they learned.)
Defense against the dark arts came and went. Harry and Hermione were not allowed to particiate for their minds were bruised, as McDermott put it. Harry and Hermione believed that she just didn't want them getting into trouble. Hermione wisely avoided the topic of the prophecy.
Divination. Harry entered the classroom, his eyes on the ground, not meeting anyone's gaze. He sat on his pillow and ignored his classmates. Ron tried to talk to him but gave up when Harry was un responsive.
Trelawney, the old bat, walked right up to Harry and asked him to help her demonstrate something.
When she began her speech with 'This has not been done in three thousand years." Harry knew that he was going to invoke water. Proffessor Trelawney had him lie down in a circle of candles, his arms at his side. He closed his eyes on command and tried to look like he was emptying himself of emotion. He heard Lavender and Parvati holding their breath.
Despite his best efforts, he began to do as she said. His mind drifted from him. He felt a presence nearby, consuming him. Blue light was everywhere. He couldn't see anything but blue. He could distantly hear Proffessor Trelawney muttering some incantation but he only caught a few words: Slain, Betrayed and Hope. He felt nauseous. The blue light was dissaprearing. He felt alone. So alone. And cold. Suddenly he was sucked back into Harry. He vomited. He felt so full. Like his body was brimming with.something.
He stared at his hands. His fingers glowed a steady and pulsating blue. Harry blinked.
"No." He said simply. "No. No. No."
He stood up, feeling revoltingly disoriented. "I don't want this." He muttered.
Then passed out for the third time since school started.
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"Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice barely more audible than a whisper. Harry blinked as the white light of the hospital wing hit his eyes. He turned. Hermione lay on a bed to his right. A few feet away.
"Harry. The prophecy." She whispered fiercely. She silenced as Mrs. Pomfrey entered, bustling about, dusting here and there and setting out glasses of water. They both closed their eyes, faking sleep.
When the sound of the nurse's footsteps faded, Harry sat up. His whole body hurt. Again. He turned to Hermione.
"I don't care about that stupid prophecy." He hissed, glaring at her, the pain of his headache splitting his mind apart.
Hermione looked hurt, but didn't say anything. She lay still, her eyes focused above her. Harry looked up. There was nothing there, yet Hermione's gaze seemed fixed.
"Her-" Harry started, but Hermione held her hand up indicating for him to shut up, and continued staring at the blank ceiling. Harry looked confused from the roof to Hermione and back.
Hermione turned quickly as Ron entered the wing. She stole a glance back at the ceiling then greeted Ron.
"Second time Harry. In Two Weeks. Impressive." Ron joked. His laughter put Harry in a state of un ease. Him and Hermione shared a look. "Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow. Get better eh? We need you on the team."
"You Keeper again?" Harry inquired, his interests perked as he he momentarily forgot about Ron/ Voldemort threats.
Ron nodded vigorously. "If I get it."
Hermione cleared her throat. "Hadn't you be getting to class?" Hermione asked. Hands on her hips. Ron nodded, grinning. "Necromancy." He said miserably and stalked from the room waving good bye.
"He seems back to normal." Harry said hopefully, casting a quick glance at Hermione then the roof, but not saying anything.
Hermione nodded in a distracted manner and blinked at him. "I don't trust him." She trailed off. "Something isn't right."
Harry trotted down the hallways to Potions, Hermione at his side. Ron nodded to them at the doorway and headed down into the pit of the dungeon.
"Hymo-Perdia, " Proffessor Snape barked, smashing his pointer against the black board making everyone jump. "Is among the most deadly potion and is also known as the three step potion because once ingested you have about long enough to take to steps before you die." He said, a smirk etched upon his lips as he stared at his wide eyed Sixth Year class.
Harry raised one eyes brow as Hermione raised one hand.
Snape rolled his eyes at her as said in a bored, impatient tone, "Yes Mrs. Hermione Granger. You are undoubtedly going to inform us of some minute detail about the potion that you assume I overlooked and wish to point out, so go ahead."
Hermione blushed and lowered her hand. "Hymo-Perdia is illegal. It was banned because the death type is too gruesome to go un punished. We are not allowed to make it." Hermione said firmly.
Snape shot her a dirty look. "Miss Granger. Thank you kindly for pointing out the obvious, but we are making a modified version of this potion." He turned back to their class, leaving Hermione glaring at his back. "Pure Hymo-Perdia potion will cause your entire body to blister. Boil and welt and your skin with literally burst off of your body, leaving your blood to flow freely from your veins, emptying you of any plasmic liquid. Thus earning it it's name Hymo-Perdia: Blood-Looser, roughly translated of course."
Harry scanned his book looking fore the recipe for Hymo-Perdia.
"We however, will be diluting the potion with Water, Sunflower Oil and Liver Bial of Fire Dragon. Thus is will cause only scant few blisters and burns, but beware. It stings like a bi-" Snape trailed off, turning red.
"You may start."
Harry left Potions, his fingers and forearms scattered with blisters. He gritted his teeth and wrote his homework down. A foot of parchment on the cream that would help the blisters. They would be making it tomorrow.
Charms went slowly creeping by and Harry earned his house ten points for creating an astounding "Fyreah" Charm. (Where fire sprouts from the end of your wand, much like the water charm they learned.)
Defense against the dark arts came and went. Harry and Hermione were not allowed to particiate for their minds were bruised, as McDermott put it. Harry and Hermione believed that she just didn't want them getting into trouble. Hermione wisely avoided the topic of the prophecy.
Divination. Harry entered the classroom, his eyes on the ground, not meeting anyone's gaze. He sat on his pillow and ignored his classmates. Ron tried to talk to him but gave up when Harry was un responsive.
Trelawney, the old bat, walked right up to Harry and asked him to help her demonstrate something.
When she began her speech with 'This has not been done in three thousand years." Harry knew that he was going to invoke water. Proffessor Trelawney had him lie down in a circle of candles, his arms at his side. He closed his eyes on command and tried to look like he was emptying himself of emotion. He heard Lavender and Parvati holding their breath.
Despite his best efforts, he began to do as she said. His mind drifted from him. He felt a presence nearby, consuming him. Blue light was everywhere. He couldn't see anything but blue. He could distantly hear Proffessor Trelawney muttering some incantation but he only caught a few words: Slain, Betrayed and Hope. He felt nauseous. The blue light was dissaprearing. He felt alone. So alone. And cold. Suddenly he was sucked back into Harry. He vomited. He felt so full. Like his body was brimming with.something.
He stared at his hands. His fingers glowed a steady and pulsating blue. Harry blinked.
"No." He said simply. "No. No. No."
He stood up, feeling revoltingly disoriented. "I don't want this." He muttered.
Then passed out for the third time since school started.