Hey, well I've finally put something new up, brand new in fact just wrote
it a few hours ago. I got the idea from a fic called A fallen angel by
chibi tenshi san.
Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry potter. Wish I did but who doesn't? (Oh
wait that would be my uncle joe fanatic freak) I do own his birthday
though, yes I do.
Well I think that any of you actually reading this will want me to get on
with it so. .
' ' = thoughts
'Foolish boy!! How is it he Always gets his ass in
trouble and has to be saved.'
Severus Snape was not happy.
He had just returned from a Meeting, One in which dear
Voldie hadn't been to awfully happy. When, What do you
know, he gets a fire call from Pomfrey saying to get
his ass up there now. Seems Potter had passed out
earlier and she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
'Maybe the spoiled brat has cracked.' Snape chuckled
as he headed to the infirmary.
'What would the wizarding world do without it's
precious golden-boy.' he snarled .'Probably hand
themselves over to the dark lord.'
Coming up on the infirmary, Snape pauses. looking out
one of the castles many windows one would see the full
moon hanging ominously in the sky.
Shivers ran down Snape's spine. Shaking his head he
pushes open the infirmary doors thinking 'Odd the moon
seemed awfully red. . almost like blood.'
Clearing away that thought he checks the beds to see
were mister potter is. 'Better get this done quickly.'
Not seeing the boy in any of them, Snape scans the
rest of the room carefully. Standing in front of a
window gazing out is Harry Potter. Wearing only a pair
of pajama pants, with his back exposed Snape could see
the number of scars running a crossed it.
Startled by the shear number of them the potions
master lets out a startled gasp.
This wasn't expected. how many people would Really
expect their 'savior' to look like this.
Again, Shaking away those thoughts. Snape was about to
scold the boy about why he has left his bed, When he
realizes that the brat is humming a tune.
Taking a closer look at the boy, Snape noticed that he was
paler then normal, and had the oddest gleam in his
eye.
Harry Potter, still unaware of his audience, begins to
sing.
Ring around the Rosies
Pockets full of posies
Ashes,
Ashes,
We all fall down
A cloud moves in the sky allowing the now red light of
the moon to pour through onto the singing figure,
alighting his eyes with a blood red gleam.
Terrified by the sight before him, more so then
Voldemort has ever invoked in the man. Severous slowly
backs out of the room. Closing the door quietly, he
cast the most powerful locking charm he can recall.
"I . .I have to tell Albus." he stutters. Then runs
off to inform the headmaster that the world as they
know it is going to fall, the golden-boy, Harry potter
has cracked.
Seemingly following the terrified man, slow demoniac
laughter echoes through out the halls.
A/n: I hope you liked this, and yes it isn't meant to be chock full of
details and such. Review if you want, I wrote this more for myself then
anything. Oh and if somebody for some reason likes the idea, I don't mind
if you use it. Besides I doubt it is totally original.
Shea Loner