A/N
I know I haven't updated in a long time, as I have been on holiday, but I
will get back to my usual timetable. I am aiming for once a week - ish.
Please don't hate me!!! The last chapter was necessary to the story's plot; I am not some strange freak writing about rape. All will be explained.
This one is short.
^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^
Chapter 7 ~ Paranoia
Harry jerked awake to the rushing of cold wind. He sat up to find himself alone in the hospital room. It seemed darker than usual and the temperature was significantly lower than he remembered. Movement in the corner of the room caused him to crick his neck as he flung his head round. He studied the swaying curtains a little too long for his own liking. Paranoia, he told himself, yet he wondered why his heart was beating so fast. Was he secretly expecting to be attacked? Here? Granted, he had the right to be on edge, but there was something else.
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Harry had been lying on the hospital bed for two days. TWO DAYS! Not a peep about his treatment from the healers, no word from his friends, not even Ginny, and his wonderful Professor had been missing for 7 hours. What happened to his protection, eh?
BANG
The doors burst open, and a livid Snape poured through in a rush of black robes.
"Potter, up!" Spat Snape.
"Wha-"
"Up, I have no time to explain." He grabbed Harry's arm and raced out of the room, down the corridor and hauled him down some off-white steps into a clean, blank room. Harry stood and pondered the situation. The room was cold and empty, something Harry wasn't exactly partial to at that moment. He looked to Snape to find him slightly agitated and rather put out.
"Where are we and what's happened?" Harry asked.
"There has been something of an epidemic in the wards above us but we are in a safe room." He said with a disapproving tone and a glance up.
"What kind of epidemic?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Potter." He hissed, but this was a new kind of hiss. It was a lame attempt at Parseltongue. It took him a second to register what Snape had said, slipping into Parseltongue mode.
Harry stared at Snape in disbelief. It took him some time to realise that Harry was staring at him.
"Potter, why are you staring at me?"
Harry began to edge back, slowly. His legs shaking somewhat.
"I - him - he - you - " He stuttered.
Turning white, Harry fled up the stairs from the confused Snape, only to be met, none other, than Remus Lupin at the top.
"Ah!" He screamed in shock, and toppled over back down the stairs. When finally hitting the clean floor a new bout of coughing erupted.
"Harry!" Lupin ran down the stairs with unprecedented speed to Harry's side, to find Snape already bent over him.
"Potter, calm yourself. Breathe. Relax." Snape said soothingly.
Remus was surprised slightly, to hear Snape helping Harry, and even soothing him. His attention was drawn back to the young boy as he began to splutter out sentences.
"Death - parsel - him - you - tongue - I - eater." And feinted accordingly.
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Oooohhhhh - HE'S DEAD! Nah, not really!
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A new hospital room swam in Harry's vision. Distorted shapes murmured in strange languages and blurred coloured objects danced slowly. His head pounded to a syncopated rhythm, which did his brain no good to register.
"Harry - Harry?" One of the chairs whispered. "Can you hear me, Harry?"
The chair backed away to make way for a dark pot of poster paint.
"Potter!" It barked gruffly. "Potter!"
The voice hurt Harry's ears tremendously.
"No - go." Harry muttered.
His hand rose slightly to swipe lamely at the poster paint.
"Potter!" It said.
Harry contorted his face in pain, as his body protested to being alive - let alone awake.
He let his arm drop and he closed his eyes from the bizarre picture in front of him. He slowly drifted into uneasy slumber, happy that the pot and chair would not bother him.
He's mad you know. Utterly bonkers.
Read and Review Dinsmore
Please don't hate me!!! The last chapter was necessary to the story's plot; I am not some strange freak writing about rape. All will be explained.
This one is short.
^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^
Chapter 7 ~ Paranoia
Harry jerked awake to the rushing of cold wind. He sat up to find himself alone in the hospital room. It seemed darker than usual and the temperature was significantly lower than he remembered. Movement in the corner of the room caused him to crick his neck as he flung his head round. He studied the swaying curtains a little too long for his own liking. Paranoia, he told himself, yet he wondered why his heart was beating so fast. Was he secretly expecting to be attacked? Here? Granted, he had the right to be on edge, but there was something else.
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Harry had been lying on the hospital bed for two days. TWO DAYS! Not a peep about his treatment from the healers, no word from his friends, not even Ginny, and his wonderful Professor had been missing for 7 hours. What happened to his protection, eh?
BANG
The doors burst open, and a livid Snape poured through in a rush of black robes.
"Potter, up!" Spat Snape.
"Wha-"
"Up, I have no time to explain." He grabbed Harry's arm and raced out of the room, down the corridor and hauled him down some off-white steps into a clean, blank room. Harry stood and pondered the situation. The room was cold and empty, something Harry wasn't exactly partial to at that moment. He looked to Snape to find him slightly agitated and rather put out.
"Where are we and what's happened?" Harry asked.
"There has been something of an epidemic in the wards above us but we are in a safe room." He said with a disapproving tone and a glance up.
"What kind of epidemic?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Potter." He hissed, but this was a new kind of hiss. It was a lame attempt at Parseltongue. It took him a second to register what Snape had said, slipping into Parseltongue mode.
Harry stared at Snape in disbelief. It took him some time to realise that Harry was staring at him.
"Potter, why are you staring at me?"
Harry began to edge back, slowly. His legs shaking somewhat.
"I - him - he - you - " He stuttered.
Turning white, Harry fled up the stairs from the confused Snape, only to be met, none other, than Remus Lupin at the top.
"Ah!" He screamed in shock, and toppled over back down the stairs. When finally hitting the clean floor a new bout of coughing erupted.
"Harry!" Lupin ran down the stairs with unprecedented speed to Harry's side, to find Snape already bent over him.
"Potter, calm yourself. Breathe. Relax." Snape said soothingly.
Remus was surprised slightly, to hear Snape helping Harry, and even soothing him. His attention was drawn back to the young boy as he began to splutter out sentences.
"Death - parsel - him - you - tongue - I - eater." And feinted accordingly.
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Oooohhhhh - HE'S DEAD! Nah, not really!
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
A new hospital room swam in Harry's vision. Distorted shapes murmured in strange languages and blurred coloured objects danced slowly. His head pounded to a syncopated rhythm, which did his brain no good to register.
"Harry - Harry?" One of the chairs whispered. "Can you hear me, Harry?"
The chair backed away to make way for a dark pot of poster paint.
"Potter!" It barked gruffly. "Potter!"
The voice hurt Harry's ears tremendously.
"No - go." Harry muttered.
His hand rose slightly to swipe lamely at the poster paint.
"Potter!" It said.
Harry contorted his face in pain, as his body protested to being alive - let alone awake.
He let his arm drop and he closed his eyes from the bizarre picture in front of him. He slowly drifted into uneasy slumber, happy that the pot and chair would not bother him.
He's mad you know. Utterly bonkers.
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