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Chapter 5 – Snow Shell
And he did. Dearly.
Needless to say; he didn't have fun.
For Snape, we shall simply say, it was as if Christmas had come early.
When Snape awoke the next morning, it was to find himself floating several feet above his bed, encased within a rather large and thick pink bubble that was steadily rising up, only to bump into the ceiling when it had no where else to go. As soon as he had attempted to stand up the bubble had wobbled precariously, having the effect of him sitting down quite quickly.
He gulped.
Potter.
He drew his wand, only to find himself grasping air. It seemed that if Potter decided to do something, he did it thoroughly. Snape felt a sliver of ice cold fear in his gut; what next…?
Snape, unlike most of the teachers would have thought had they been in his position (a few of them, in the future, would be) had no illusions that he would be able to 'burst the bubble' so to say. He stayed on the floor of his pink prison muttering absenities towards a certain green eyed Gryffindor.
Next you ask?
Next came Christmas.
A very pink Christmas…
At first Snape thought that he was simply a bit cold, understandable really. It may have taken him about a minute to realise that he was cold, yes, but that was, understandably, because it was snowing.
Snape blinked.
Snow? How the hell had Potter managed to get snow in? Pink snow at that.
It wasn't over. Snape understood that. He sat and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It seemed that Potter was good at making his victims stew.
Because that was just what Snape was doing. Stewing.
Stewing.
"Potter! Get on with it!" It is likely, that Harry, wherever he was, grinned in delight. He got on with it.
The next thing Snape was aware of was being in the middle of the great hall in his pink bubble blinking stupidly at all the students. They blinked right back. As soon as he realised where he was, his eyes flew over to the Gryffindor table, and, sure enough, the demure form of Harry Potter was sitting at the end of the table, green eyes met black and narrowed. Snape saw Potters lips move and got what he said; his heart sank and his own eyes widened.
'Don't snoop, it's so very unbecoming'
And so, the bubble popped.
Snape was not, as many people had previously assumed, the best company in is classes throughout the day. It seemed that Harry had known this would be the case and was no where in sight at the beginning or the end of the potions class, which had in fact saved quite a few points for Gryffindor.
By the end of the day Gryffindor were down 95 points. Slytherin (significantly better off) had lost 15. Snape had taken 75 points from Hufflepuff and 10 from Ravenclaw. All in all no one was very happy with Harry Potter that night.
By 9.15, the Gryffindor common room had largely gone to sleep, only a few remained, waiting for Potter.
Fifteen minutes later a small boy, grinning from ear to ear, walked through the portrait hole. Black hair stuck up at odd angels and green eyes were focused on a small book entitled; the lifecycle of a blade of grass they ate up the page as if there was not tomorrow. The Gryffindors stirred.
"Potter" he jumped, dropping to book. It fell to the ground with a soft *thump* (A/N: onomatopoeia) as his head shot up, as soon as he saw what was going on his hand shot into his pocket, withdrawing his wand.
But he was not match for two angry seventh years.
"What were you thinking? Do you know how many house points were lost today?" Harry gulped and moved back for the portrait hole, seeing this Ron moved to block him.
"I'd stay where you are if I were you Potter" gulp.
"We thought we'd tell you exactly how many points were lost" deep breath.
"Thought you could give 'em back to us" release.
"A blow for every blow our honour received" shivers.
"Like this…" scream.
1 ~ Harry Potter
1 ~ Them
1 ~ Draco Malfoy
When Harry turned up for classes the next day, he was covered in purple bruises, had a two black eyes and several cuts covering his face, not to mention the fact that he was limping and his right arm, two fingers on his left hand and three ribs were broken.
When McGonagall had first seen him she had stood up, and walked straight out of the classroom, beckoning him to follow her.
He had.
"What has happed to you Mr Potter?" he frowned, and winced at the unexpected pain. He found that he couldn't meet her eyes.
"I fell over" McGonagall didn't say anything. He tried again.
"Ok, fine, a prank went wrong. It had some truly unexpected results. Expected results are illegal. The guide says so" this time he received a raised eyebrow and frowned fiercely; trying to think what he had said wrong.
"Bugger"
1 ~ Harry Potter
1 ~ Them
1 ~ Draco Malfoy
1 ~ Teachers
"I'm waiting Mr Potter" he looked down to the floor.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I keeping you?" her eyes narrowed and her lips thinned. He licked his own nervously.
"Yes Mr Potter you are. If you could please tell me what is going on with you. First of all the Gryffindor girls, and yes I know that was you, then the Professor Snape incident and now this. What is wrong with you?" her voice was scathing, irritated and angry.
And suddenly Harry was furious.
"It's none of your business! Can't you just leave me ALONE! It's my life! Not yours! I can deal with it! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" and so, he turned tail and ran from his troubles. That, my readers, is a thing you should never, ever do.
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"Go away!" Draco looked at the crying boy and raised an eyebrow, turning and completely ignoring the order he took in the dark blue room with scorn.
"Bit depressed aren't you?" Harry ignored him.
"I heard about transfiguration. Not feeling a little guilty about bitting McGonagall's head off are you?" Harry snarled.
"GO AWAY!" Draco snorted.
"I don't think they heard you in Africa, Potter"
"Go away"
"Not bloody likely"
"Go away"
"Look, Potter, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't really care about what you want to do. This time, I'm not following you for Snape; I'm simply following you because I want to. You've got me hooked. Your life is like a muggle soap opera; it's got intrigue, humour, mystery, baddies, goodies, and in the end, every one will live happily ever after"
"You really think that?" Draco nodded immediately "Then you're even more screwed than I thought you were" Draco looked mildly offended before answering
"Welcome to the program Potter. This is a magical world. It's based on fairy tales, you honestly think that you're gonna loose and Voldemort will kill everyone and become king of a dark empire. We are fictional Potter. It's too bloody perfect; good wins, bad wins, but in the end, good it the victor. That's the way it is and will always be!"
"Bullshit, this is real life Malfoy, there is never a 'Happy ever after'" Draco turned around and looked out a window, seeing the forest.
"Do you truly believe that?" Draco asked, curious. The answer surprised him; defeated and honest it almost broke his heart.
"Yes, that's what I believe. When you've done what I've done and when you've seen what I've seen, there's nothing else you can hope for. Even that would seem too good"
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A/N: Owww… Poor Harry…
Thanksyou my dear readers, all of you reviews are appreciated and welcomed, keep 'em coming! By the way, this will not be slash, like I said before, no real romantic interest unless you lot suggest it to me, and then I might do a vote… But whatever, it won't be slash.
That's just about it me thinkls. Feeling very pissed off at the moment; being denied internet connection that may last the whole weekend, so if this isn't up by then, sorry. It wasn't me.
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