An; well I bet you didn't expect it to end thataway, with the fight I mean.
To be honest I'm not truly happy with it, but im sure you guys have plenty
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Chapter (This story is much longer than the other!!)
NEWTS
Harry lay where he was, barely conscious, and in pain. So much pain!! Things hurt that he never knew could hurt, and for the first time he believed that there actually was three bones in your ears. He was lying on his back watching the clouds wheel over head, not able to move and not wishing to. He wondered idly what was wrong with him and what Madam Pomfrey's response would be. He knew that somehow he had broken both ankles, and his back was hurting rather too much to be bruised, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out how her had hurt it that bad.
A figure in totally black clothes walked into the Hollow, hooded and cloaked. On his shoulder sat a red and gold bird. Harry turned his head a little at the sound of their approach. His breath was rasping in his throat and every time he breathed in he felt the burnt wall of his throat burn in pain.
The figure bent over him and Harry blinked in surprise,
"A life for a life, Potter," Said Severus Snape, almost smiling. (an; Snape almost smiling? What Have I done?)
Snape magiced a stretcher under Harry and soon Harry was floating on it in the air. He tried to speak but found his throat wouldn't allow it.
A few minutes later a boy was carried into St Mungos on a stretcher piloted by Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts. His eyes were black and unseeing, and his lips were cracked, dry and bleeding. He had bruises down one side of his face. His hands were red from heat, a few layers of skin burnt and in some places charred. He had two very limp ankles, and if you could have seen his back you would have seen multiple scratches and cuts. There was an odd shaped cut on his forehead, one that had bled all down the unbruised side of his face and dripped onto his dark clothing. ***
They each had varying reactions. Dumbledore went white, but managed to comfort Harry's friends when he slipped into a coma from loss of blood. He couldn't help but wonder whether the boy would be the same when he woke up, if he woke up. Hermione and Ron didn't need to go pale as they already were, but they did go incredibly quiet when Madam Pomfrey told them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there too, Mr. Weasley sporting bruises proudly, but murmuring comfort to Ginny when she began to cry. Lupin leant against the pristine wall and shut his eyes, thinking that he needed a break. McGonagall clamped a hand over her mouth, but couldn't help smiling proudly when she realized what Harry had done. She was perhaps the first to realize that The Dark Lord was gone, besides Snape, who had disappeared as soon as he delivered the boy. She turned to Dumbledore,
"Just think of what the boy's done Albus!" she said quietly.
Dumbledore turned to her, his eyes empty, "but at what price, Minerva? What price?"
A few hours later, well past noon, the students were sent back to Hogwarts. Luna, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Dean and Colin had to be dragged away, very nearly kicking and screaming. Ron was indignant, Hermione tearful, Ginny vicious, Luna loud, and Dean and Seamus sang a protest song.
But they left the hospital, and were shunted back to Hogwarts, where routine fell back into place after three days. They still had Newts coming up. None of them studied. Hermione tried to, but her attention wandered, and Ron spent most of his time with Parvati, who had a perfect nose once more.
Harry didn't wake for three weeks. And when he did no one told Ron and Hermione or his other friends, all sets of parents deeming it better for their 'children' to get though NEWTS first. Harry was joined in his room by Neville, who still hadn't recovered properly from his little dip. They lay in their beds, not looking at each other, Neville not looking at Harry because he didn't want to see the black, blue and green face, Harry not looking at Neville because he didn't want to see Neville's reaction to his rather puffy and ugly face.
That didn't stop them having conversations, boring ones, happy ones, boring ones, serious ones, and more boring ones. Neville wasn't the world's greatest communicator but neither was Harry so they were on solid ground.
They had many visitors, many people walked past the door to get a look at Harry, so many in fact that the door was shut permanently. Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs., Weasley visited as often as they could, bringing the daily prophet (which Harry only ever took one look at and winced, there was a huge picture of him on the front, obviously a painting, and he was grinning and waving and the headlines always proclaimed something about how brave he was and how sick). Neville got a laugh out of it though, and Harry had to listen to his friends snickering a he read the articles. Every now and then he would read Harry a little, "Hey Harry, listen to this! And of course, our brave and noble (gee Harry," chuckled Neville, "I didn't know you were noble, was your mum a princess or something??") Mr Potter who triumphed over he who must not be named earlier this month is making progress, the nurses say he will be out...."
Harry found it very easy to become grumpy in those days, he knew his friends were preparing for NEWTS and that made him annoyed, he wanted to do them too! He had to pass this year! Otherwise he would have to repeat...ugh. Repeat...with Snape as DADA teacher. It would kill him. He snapped at Neville a few times, always apologized. He also snapped at the nurses. Their silent I-care-but-I-cant-tell-you-anything-about-what's-going- on-in-the-outside-world looks made him want to throw something.
Of course, after a few weeks of not moving he had to learn to walk again. Madam Pomfrey (who was still there) told him that he would limp whenever it was going to rain. That was fine by him, as long as his ankles didn't hurt him.
But the worst thing was that he felt weak, slow. He felt as if it was hard to lift his head, and indeed it was. The nurse said it was from all the spells that had been performed on him through out the space of the last month. Harry tried his best to keep moving but sometimes Neville would say something, get no response and turn to find Harry fast asleep in the middle of the day.
It was three days before NEWTS when Dumbledore, who had visited often as possible but never once asked what had happened in the battle, arrived and asked the two seventh years if they wanted to return to school for NEWTS. He was very firm about the fact that Harry would return only for NEWTS, as he was still 'poorly'. Neville, who had made a proper recovery, would stay, but Harry would head back to St Mungo's.
Both boys agreed enthusiastically to the NEWTS, and in three days found themselves carted of to Hogwarts, both very eager to see the place again.
An; thanks a lot for your reviews. They really mean a lot to me. C ya soon. By the way, those of you with author alert on you may have noticed that I have a new story going, its an anime and just ignore it if you're not interested. Just letting you know so you don't get shocked and think 'what the hell is going on?'
Hehe Neonlights signing off once again!
Chapter (This story is much longer than the other!!)
NEWTS
Harry lay where he was, barely conscious, and in pain. So much pain!! Things hurt that he never knew could hurt, and for the first time he believed that there actually was three bones in your ears. He was lying on his back watching the clouds wheel over head, not able to move and not wishing to. He wondered idly what was wrong with him and what Madam Pomfrey's response would be. He knew that somehow he had broken both ankles, and his back was hurting rather too much to be bruised, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out how her had hurt it that bad.
A figure in totally black clothes walked into the Hollow, hooded and cloaked. On his shoulder sat a red and gold bird. Harry turned his head a little at the sound of their approach. His breath was rasping in his throat and every time he breathed in he felt the burnt wall of his throat burn in pain.
The figure bent over him and Harry blinked in surprise,
"A life for a life, Potter," Said Severus Snape, almost smiling. (an; Snape almost smiling? What Have I done?)
Snape magiced a stretcher under Harry and soon Harry was floating on it in the air. He tried to speak but found his throat wouldn't allow it.
A few minutes later a boy was carried into St Mungos on a stretcher piloted by Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts. His eyes were black and unseeing, and his lips were cracked, dry and bleeding. He had bruises down one side of his face. His hands were red from heat, a few layers of skin burnt and in some places charred. He had two very limp ankles, and if you could have seen his back you would have seen multiple scratches and cuts. There was an odd shaped cut on his forehead, one that had bled all down the unbruised side of his face and dripped onto his dark clothing. ***
They each had varying reactions. Dumbledore went white, but managed to comfort Harry's friends when he slipped into a coma from loss of blood. He couldn't help but wonder whether the boy would be the same when he woke up, if he woke up. Hermione and Ron didn't need to go pale as they already were, but they did go incredibly quiet when Madam Pomfrey told them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there too, Mr. Weasley sporting bruises proudly, but murmuring comfort to Ginny when she began to cry. Lupin leant against the pristine wall and shut his eyes, thinking that he needed a break. McGonagall clamped a hand over her mouth, but couldn't help smiling proudly when she realized what Harry had done. She was perhaps the first to realize that The Dark Lord was gone, besides Snape, who had disappeared as soon as he delivered the boy. She turned to Dumbledore,
"Just think of what the boy's done Albus!" she said quietly.
Dumbledore turned to her, his eyes empty, "but at what price, Minerva? What price?"
A few hours later, well past noon, the students were sent back to Hogwarts. Luna, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Dean and Colin had to be dragged away, very nearly kicking and screaming. Ron was indignant, Hermione tearful, Ginny vicious, Luna loud, and Dean and Seamus sang a protest song.
But they left the hospital, and were shunted back to Hogwarts, where routine fell back into place after three days. They still had Newts coming up. None of them studied. Hermione tried to, but her attention wandered, and Ron spent most of his time with Parvati, who had a perfect nose once more.
Harry didn't wake for three weeks. And when he did no one told Ron and Hermione or his other friends, all sets of parents deeming it better for their 'children' to get though NEWTS first. Harry was joined in his room by Neville, who still hadn't recovered properly from his little dip. They lay in their beds, not looking at each other, Neville not looking at Harry because he didn't want to see the black, blue and green face, Harry not looking at Neville because he didn't want to see Neville's reaction to his rather puffy and ugly face.
That didn't stop them having conversations, boring ones, happy ones, boring ones, serious ones, and more boring ones. Neville wasn't the world's greatest communicator but neither was Harry so they were on solid ground.
They had many visitors, many people walked past the door to get a look at Harry, so many in fact that the door was shut permanently. Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs., Weasley visited as often as they could, bringing the daily prophet (which Harry only ever took one look at and winced, there was a huge picture of him on the front, obviously a painting, and he was grinning and waving and the headlines always proclaimed something about how brave he was and how sick). Neville got a laugh out of it though, and Harry had to listen to his friends snickering a he read the articles. Every now and then he would read Harry a little, "Hey Harry, listen to this! And of course, our brave and noble (gee Harry," chuckled Neville, "I didn't know you were noble, was your mum a princess or something??") Mr Potter who triumphed over he who must not be named earlier this month is making progress, the nurses say he will be out...."
Harry found it very easy to become grumpy in those days, he knew his friends were preparing for NEWTS and that made him annoyed, he wanted to do them too! He had to pass this year! Otherwise he would have to repeat...ugh. Repeat...with Snape as DADA teacher. It would kill him. He snapped at Neville a few times, always apologized. He also snapped at the nurses. Their silent I-care-but-I-cant-tell-you-anything-about-what's-going- on-in-the-outside-world looks made him want to throw something.
Of course, after a few weeks of not moving he had to learn to walk again. Madam Pomfrey (who was still there) told him that he would limp whenever it was going to rain. That was fine by him, as long as his ankles didn't hurt him.
But the worst thing was that he felt weak, slow. He felt as if it was hard to lift his head, and indeed it was. The nurse said it was from all the spells that had been performed on him through out the space of the last month. Harry tried his best to keep moving but sometimes Neville would say something, get no response and turn to find Harry fast asleep in the middle of the day.
It was three days before NEWTS when Dumbledore, who had visited often as possible but never once asked what had happened in the battle, arrived and asked the two seventh years if they wanted to return to school for NEWTS. He was very firm about the fact that Harry would return only for NEWTS, as he was still 'poorly'. Neville, who had made a proper recovery, would stay, but Harry would head back to St Mungo's.
Both boys agreed enthusiastically to the NEWTS, and in three days found themselves carted of to Hogwarts, both very eager to see the place again.
An; thanks a lot for your reviews. They really mean a lot to me. C ya soon. By the way, those of you with author alert on you may have noticed that I have a new story going, its an anime and just ignore it if you're not interested. Just letting you know so you don't get shocked and think 'what the hell is going on?'
Hehe Neonlights signing off once again!