A/N
I will try to update as much as possible as I know how frustrating it can get waiting for new chapters.
^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^
Chapter 3 ~ Hot Flush and Birthday Surprises
The Knight Bus was already quite full as Harry had got on it, but this was ridiculous. Wizards and witches of all shapes and sizes were packed in the isle. Harry could tell that Snape was regretting his decision of going to the back by the venomous looks he was shooting at the passengers nearest them. It had already been ½ an hour of silence between them, banging, silence, falling over and more banging. Pathetic really. Harry decided to try and push a conversation.
"How much longer will it be before we get to St. Mungo's?" Harry asked, tiredly.
Snape shot daggers at him.
"I just wanted to know how much longer I will have to sit here!" His voice rising.
He realised, as the words left his mouth, that that was the wrong thing to say. He had to admit, it had sounded a bit arrogant.
"Always so arrogant. Me, me, me. Everything revolves around you doesn't it, Potter." He hissed.
Harry's anger levels began to rise, and his famous mouth took over.
"Gonna take off house points for my arrogance, put me in Detention for being and looking like my 15-yr-old father?"
"However much I would like to see you scrubbing out cauldrons and cleaning the corridors, we are not in school, Potter."
"Good, insufferable prat."
Snape was seething, but Harry just looked away down the isle, nonchantly, and let a steady breath calm his anger.
BANG
The bus was rolling down some familiar London streets and abruptly pulled up to sidewalk in front of some shabby buildings.
Harry got up sighing, and went about trying to get off the damned bus.
"Isn't someone supposed to be getting off here?" Yelled Stan.
"Give us a sec!" Came Harry's muffled voice.
No one was moving to get out of the way and Harry was getting giddy from the lack of air. He was stuck between an unruly looking teen and a large, beefy man. His chest was constricted and his breath becoming ragged.
"Excuse me," Harry said. "Excuse me!" It was no good. A big chatter had started up and no one could hear him.
Harry's attempts at trying to squeeze through failed and his anger began to reach boiling point. The lack of air was taking its toll. He was shoving as much as he could, but it was to no prevail. He tried once more to unstick himself but his strength failed him. As he was about to pass out, Harry's stomach fluxed unexpectedly as a hot flush swept over him. Unexpectedly, he bellowed, "MOVE!" with more force than he thought he could have mustered at that point.
The people surrounding him were shoved aside, as if by an invisible force, and the beefy man that had been in contact with his hands had landed in a heap, looking thoroughly shocked. Harry gasped in much needed air and tumbled forward through the array of people that had been pushed aside. He fumbled past Stan and Ern, fell through the open doors and vomited profusely. As soon as his vomiting receded, he was hauled up by the neck of his robes and taken down into the mouth of a deserted alley.
"What the hell was that?" Yelled Snape as Harry collapsed onto his hands and knees in front of him.
"I don't know," He replied with great difficulty.
"We will discuss this later, for now - " He stopped mid-sentence as Harry began to cough harshly.
"Potter, get up - " Snape stopped again as his shoes were splattered with some drops of blood and a clot landed on the unkempt pavement. His eyes widened as Harry's coughing became worse. Snape bent down as Harry began, instead, to try and breathe in air. His first few attempts failed, but the air began to come to his lungs slowly. The red dots dancing in front of Harry's eyes faded and he rolled onto his back, blood on his chin and a red tint to his hair. Snape let his emotionless mask slip and his eyes gave away his heartfelt worry.
"Potter are you all - " and Harry blacked out.
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A/N
DUN, DUN, DURRRRRRR!!!! (Sorry)
He's not dead so breathe a sigh of relief! (*cough cough*)
- Robotic voice
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Harry woke up with a start, which made him start coughing again, but lightly.
"A-A-Ah." Said a familiar female voice. "Stay still, you ruffian!" She remarked coldly.
Harry could vaguely hear a tutting sound and quiet mutterings, but he couldn't locate them as he could barely see. There were pink walls around him that didn't look like they were real and random shapes dotted here and there. He closed his eyes quickly because of the impending light and crinkled his forehead with pain.
He felt a cold substance on his eyelids, and the pain receded somewhat.
Harry tried to speak, but all that came out was a rasping noise.
"Stop it! You'll make it worse!" the voice snapped.
He dared to open his eyes and the first sight that met him was a frustrated Ginny in bright yellow robes, complete with nametag and 'Trainee' tag. The walls were now an off-white colour and the random shapes had been chairs, two empty beds and a door at the end of the room.
She was glaring at him and clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Well, Mr, would you care to explain how you have Tervexia, hmm?"
He opened his mouth to reply when she interrupted him and pointed at his wand on the table next to him.
He picked it up and looked at her enquiringly.
She rolled her eyes and said "Point it at you throat and say, Sonorus Articus."
Reluctantly, he did so and to his surprise, a robotic voice said I Wonder what's going to happen? Huh?!
"Well, at least your powers aren't affected. That spell should recite your thoughts, okay? Now answer my question, please."
"That is what I would like to know. A boy of your age should have had it cured when you were young. Now, well, it could be terminal." Her face showed little emotion during this speech, which scared him greatly. One, he could die, two, this was Ginny, and three, she didn't seem to care that much. He was her brother's best friend, her friend and twice her saviour (not to mention once prospective doomer, 3 weeks ago.)
He sat there contemplating her words, and he finally re-arranged his thoughts. He was worried and he wanted his friends.
Her face lit up considerably.
"You know my brother and Hermione?"
"Miss Weasley, please wait outside while I talk to Mr Po- Gardiner." Snape strode in, interrupting Harry mid-sentence. Harry was confused; Ginny didn't know whom he was and Snape was stammering over his name and calling him Mr Gardiner!
Ginny strode past him muttering under her breath about school, teachers and doctor's orders.
Snape waited for Ginny to shut the door then he turned to Harry looking tired and flustered
"Oh, do be quiet Potter." He said in a rather pitiful and weary voice, before running a hand through his greasy hair.
Reviews
Tiamat Warcraft ~ I will get the pace going soon. Just trying to grasp the story now! Your stories look pretty interesting too, so I might read them!
Sethro72 ~ Hopefully it will be interesting! Thanks!
I will try to update as much as possible as I know how frustrating it can get waiting for new chapters.
^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^
Chapter 3 ~ Hot Flush and Birthday Surprises
The Knight Bus was already quite full as Harry had got on it, but this was ridiculous. Wizards and witches of all shapes and sizes were packed in the isle. Harry could tell that Snape was regretting his decision of going to the back by the venomous looks he was shooting at the passengers nearest them. It had already been ½ an hour of silence between them, banging, silence, falling over and more banging. Pathetic really. Harry decided to try and push a conversation.
"How much longer will it be before we get to St. Mungo's?" Harry asked, tiredly.
Snape shot daggers at him.
"I just wanted to know how much longer I will have to sit here!" His voice rising.
He realised, as the words left his mouth, that that was the wrong thing to say. He had to admit, it had sounded a bit arrogant.
"Always so arrogant. Me, me, me. Everything revolves around you doesn't it, Potter." He hissed.
Harry's anger levels began to rise, and his famous mouth took over.
"Gonna take off house points for my arrogance, put me in Detention for being and looking like my 15-yr-old father?"
"However much I would like to see you scrubbing out cauldrons and cleaning the corridors, we are not in school, Potter."
"Good, insufferable prat."
Snape was seething, but Harry just looked away down the isle, nonchantly, and let a steady breath calm his anger.
BANG
The bus was rolling down some familiar London streets and abruptly pulled up to sidewalk in front of some shabby buildings.
Harry got up sighing, and went about trying to get off the damned bus.
"Isn't someone supposed to be getting off here?" Yelled Stan.
"Give us a sec!" Came Harry's muffled voice.
No one was moving to get out of the way and Harry was getting giddy from the lack of air. He was stuck between an unruly looking teen and a large, beefy man. His chest was constricted and his breath becoming ragged.
"Excuse me," Harry said. "Excuse me!" It was no good. A big chatter had started up and no one could hear him.
Harry's attempts at trying to squeeze through failed and his anger began to reach boiling point. The lack of air was taking its toll. He was shoving as much as he could, but it was to no prevail. He tried once more to unstick himself but his strength failed him. As he was about to pass out, Harry's stomach fluxed unexpectedly as a hot flush swept over him. Unexpectedly, he bellowed, "MOVE!" with more force than he thought he could have mustered at that point.
The people surrounding him were shoved aside, as if by an invisible force, and the beefy man that had been in contact with his hands had landed in a heap, looking thoroughly shocked. Harry gasped in much needed air and tumbled forward through the array of people that had been pushed aside. He fumbled past Stan and Ern, fell through the open doors and vomited profusely. As soon as his vomiting receded, he was hauled up by the neck of his robes and taken down into the mouth of a deserted alley.
"What the hell was that?" Yelled Snape as Harry collapsed onto his hands and knees in front of him.
"I don't know," He replied with great difficulty.
"We will discuss this later, for now - " He stopped mid-sentence as Harry began to cough harshly.
"Potter, get up - " Snape stopped again as his shoes were splattered with some drops of blood and a clot landed on the unkempt pavement. His eyes widened as Harry's coughing became worse. Snape bent down as Harry began, instead, to try and breathe in air. His first few attempts failed, but the air began to come to his lungs slowly. The red dots dancing in front of Harry's eyes faded and he rolled onto his back, blood on his chin and a red tint to his hair. Snape let his emotionless mask slip and his eyes gave away his heartfelt worry.
"Potter are you all - " and Harry blacked out.
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A/N
DUN, DUN, DURRRRRRR!!!! (Sorry)
He's not dead so breathe a sigh of relief! (*cough cough*)
- Robotic voice
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Harry woke up with a start, which made him start coughing again, but lightly.
"A-A-Ah." Said a familiar female voice. "Stay still, you ruffian!" She remarked coldly.
Harry could vaguely hear a tutting sound and quiet mutterings, but he couldn't locate them as he could barely see. There were pink walls around him that didn't look like they were real and random shapes dotted here and there. He closed his eyes quickly because of the impending light and crinkled his forehead with pain.
He felt a cold substance on his eyelids, and the pain receded somewhat.
Harry tried to speak, but all that came out was a rasping noise.
"Stop it! You'll make it worse!" the voice snapped.
He dared to open his eyes and the first sight that met him was a frustrated Ginny in bright yellow robes, complete with nametag and 'Trainee' tag. The walls were now an off-white colour and the random shapes had been chairs, two empty beds and a door at the end of the room.
She was glaring at him and clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Well, Mr, would you care to explain how you have Tervexia, hmm?"
He opened his mouth to reply when she interrupted him and pointed at his wand on the table next to him.
He picked it up and looked at her enquiringly.
She rolled her eyes and said "Point it at you throat and say, Sonorus Articus."
Reluctantly, he did so and to his surprise, a robotic voice said I Wonder what's going to happen? Huh?!
"Well, at least your powers aren't affected. That spell should recite your thoughts, okay? Now answer my question, please."
"That is what I would like to know. A boy of your age should have had it cured when you were young. Now, well, it could be terminal." Her face showed little emotion during this speech, which scared him greatly. One, he could die, two, this was Ginny, and three, she didn't seem to care that much. He was her brother's best friend, her friend and twice her saviour (not to mention once prospective doomer, 3 weeks ago.)
He sat there contemplating her words, and he finally re-arranged his thoughts. He was worried and he wanted his friends.
Her face lit up considerably.
"You know my brother and Hermione?"
"Miss Weasley, please wait outside while I talk to Mr Po- Gardiner." Snape strode in, interrupting Harry mid-sentence. Harry was confused; Ginny didn't know whom he was and Snape was stammering over his name and calling him Mr Gardiner!
Ginny strode past him muttering under her breath about school, teachers and doctor's orders.
Snape waited for Ginny to shut the door then he turned to Harry looking tired and flustered
"Oh, do be quiet Potter." He said in a rather pitiful and weary voice, before running a hand through his greasy hair.
Reviews
Tiamat Warcraft ~ I will get the pace going soon. Just trying to grasp the story now! Your stories look pretty interesting too, so I might read them!
Sethro72 ~ Hopefully it will be interesting! Thanks!
