The Potter's Wheel Of Life Chapter 8: The Plot Thickens So Fast It Could Be Butter, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: Not one tiny shred of the basic plot/characters/etc. is mine. OK? Are you happy now?

(Note: Bits in italics are dreams, *asterisks are thoughts* and #hashes are song lyrics, singing, etc.#)

NOTE: THE LAYOUT OF MY SCHOOL MAY BE DIFFERENT TO THE ACTUAL ONE. NO FLAMES RE: OOC-ishness.

Chapter 8: The Plot Thicken So Fast It Could Be Butter

To recap: "STOOOOOOOOOP!" Minerva yelled. "Neville – you first."

"Harry - I know why you're having these dreams."

Harry was so annoyed. Just before he was about to find out why he's been having these strange dreams (albeit from Neville, who was even worse than Harry at Divination) he woke up. He. Woke. Up.

The feelings boiled up inside of him. "AAAARGH!" he yelled, sending everyone in the dorm into hysterics after being woken up. He beat his chest, he beat his pillow, and he yelled once more. It didn't help.

By this time all Gryffindor had come to see the spectacle, yet Harry was oblivious to them. He continued to rage and rant, while Ron, Hermione and (surprisingly) Neville comforted him and told him, "Calm down… it's alright…" like he was some unruly child. Which mentally he was.

In the hospital wing (on magical tranquillizers) he pondered life, the universe and the nature of existence. I lied. He pondered his attraction for McGonagall, and suddenly hit on the answer. NEVILLE. In his dream, Neville knew. In real life…

By a sheer stoke of luck, Neville walked in. Harry was happy to see him – a new experience, it seemed. "Neville! Neville," he whispered urgently. "Neville – get your ass over here." Neville walked obediently over, like a mouse. "Neville – I have something to tell you…"

Harry regaled the whole charade, which had started a week ago now. He told of his dreams, his failed attempts of 'wooing' and his complete and utter misery, leaving out his latest dream. Neville bit his lip the whole way through. By the end his bottom lip was reduced to shreds. He mopped up the blood and said, "But what's that got to do with me?"

"Well, in my last dream, you were there and… and you said… you know why I am having these dreams. And I wondered…"

Neville cut in suspiciously quickly. "No, I don't, I don't! I – I have to go," he panicked and fled. Harry sank back into the impossibly uncomfortable pillows. Before he could even draw breath, Hermione came in.

"Harry – Neville's really upset. What did you say?"

"Oh, only that he knew what was going on. That he knew why I am having these dreams. The usual," he added sarcastically. Hermione didn't look pleased… but remembering he had reassembled his status from "hero" to "absolutely stark raving loony pervertedly mad" she rearranged her face and asked evenly, "Oh. Well, why did you say that?"

"Because in my dream he said so," Harry whined. "He said 'I know why you are having these dreams'. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE BELIEVE ME?" He suddenly grabbed his pillow and ripped it with his teeth. Hermione slowly backed away…

*Can't believe I have to spend the night HERE, * Harry moaned internally. He had been brought chocolate frogs (by Ron), Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans (Hermione), rock cakes (untouched, since they were from Hagrid), Butterbeer from the whole of Gryffindor (drunk in five minutes) and worst of all – a present from Minerva. It was wrapped in gold paper with a red tartan bow. Harry opened it and saw the most beautiful hat buckle he had ever seen. It was pure diamond and silver. It gleamed in his eyes…

"Ooh, I could flog that at the London Muggle market for a tenner of galleons, I could," Snape drooled from the next bed over. Harry turned sharply, reached over and pulled the curtain back. It was as he feared – Snape was indeed in the bed next to him. "You know, Harry lad," he drawled, doing an excellent Clint Eastwood impression, "you know, this dilemma of yours – went through the same. Oh yeah. Man," he whispered.

"The same?"

"Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah. Not as a student, mind, but as a teacher. We were an item, Harry lad, we were an item." Obviously Snape was revealing his undying love in his state of madness. *I wonder when his tranquillizers will take effect* Harry wondered, before Snape continued. "Yeah, we had a thing going on about ten years back…"

"And you didn't carry it on?"

"Ah well, you see, therein lies the catch. We're still together. You – me – Dumbledore… It's one happy love square thingy," he exclaimed, before his tranquillizers took effect and he fell back onto his pillow in a deep sleep.

This of course pissed off Harry immensely. HE was in love with her, SNAPE was in love with her, and DUMBLEDORE was the one she chose to be with. Yet she carried on her affair with Snape. And that is why she rejected him. (Putting aside the age difference – yet Snape is 167… a difference of about 110 years… Ah well.) He picked up the hat buckle and turned it over in his hands.

He heard a wailing from next door – the unused Girl's Room. A familiar wailing. Neville. He was wailing an old old song… #I want to break free/I want to break free… I want to break free from your lives you're so self satisfied I don't need you…# Harry decided to investigate. After all – that was HIS song!

He put his glasses on and crept out of bed – first making sure that Snape was definitely asleep – and across the Hospital wing, out of the hall and into the bathroom. He had forgotten his invisibility cloak (well, wouldn't you if you'd suddenly gone mad?!) so he went in and hid in a toilet cubicle when Neville's back was turned. He was standing around a cauldron, which contained PINK LIQUID, and Neville looked resoloute. Thankfully he had stopped singing but was muttering under his breath a name… "Harry Potter… Harry Potter… oh, Harry… what have you done to yourself?" he asked himself as he put the pink liquid in a vile.

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The plot has indeed thickened.

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