With a burst of anger, not to mention pain, a flash of golden and red
light emitted from the three teenage boys . more precisely, Harry.
Draco stumbled back, clutching his stomach, and anywhere else he could try and stop the pain. Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same.
Harry stood up, staring open mouthed at the three boys, then to his hands and himself. What was that?
Harry, who didn't know what to do, ran to find Snape. They were away from the scene in seconds. Harry flustered, and Snape confused.
***
Dad, Callie, Allie, Beau, Connor and Snuffles had been walking down the streets of Diagon Alley when a loud bang was heard from outside Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Dad!" Allie shrieked. "Holy Snuffles!"
'Snuffles' growled at the Allie for using his name in such a context, though the large black dog looked like he enjoyed having his name used in place of God's or Jesus'.
"You four, Sirius you too, stay here."
***
Remus approached where the loud bang, and now gold and red smoke, was heard and seen. He noticed a black haired boy - was it Harry? - leaving the 'crime scene'.
What he saw made him want to be sick. Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy were all sitting on the ground, clutching their stomachs, arms, legs, wherever! In pain. All three of them looked like they'd been run over by rampaging Hippogriffs.
***
"Now, Potter," Snape snarled, "what happened to you?" Snape looked at the small boy before him. His face appeared to be in fine condition, apart from the fact that there was blood dripping from nowhere underneath his chin (the concealment charm, in case you don't remember) and he had torn Muggle clothes and cuts and bruises.
"Uh ." Harry paused. "Would you believe me if I told you I was fine?" Snape saw him wince. He almost let a smile creep onto his sour face as Harry looked guiltily at the ground.
"No."
"Ok, well, Mal-Draco, he, Crabbe and Goyle tried bashing me up after they insulted my mum and dad, and told me that I wouldn't be far behind them, and I punched him, and as I said, the three tried to bash me up."
Snape scowled. He didn't like Potter, he was a spoiled little brat, but that was no way to treat anyone. And a Slytherin shouldn't need to hide behind others; it was an act of cowardice that he would not stand for in his house.
"Very well. You're lucky it isn't the start of term yet or you'd be in dept for house points for the next year."
Snape almost chuckled at the relief shown on Potters face. What's getting into you, Severus? He chided himself. Next thing you'll be awarding him points.
Snape glared inwardly.
"Come on!" He grabbed Harry by the collar and shoved him into a conveniently placed bathroom at the intersection to Diagon and Knockturn Alley. "Clean yourself up, I'll wait here."
***
Harry walked into the bathroom, wincing at every step. His eye was hurting more than usual, obviously, and the palm of his right hand was stinging at its heel. (As in the heel of his hand, not foot ; ))
Harry whispered the counter charm to the concealment charm. "Oh shit." He cursed loudly.
***
Snape was waiting patiently for Harry when he heard the rather rude outburst. "I'm coming in Potter." He warned and went to open the door.
"No!" He felt someone barge against the door and his pale hand was pushed back. "I mean," Potter went on hastily "I'll be fine."
Snape rolled his eye. Gryffindor's were SO stubborn. Snape whispered a charm so Harry couldn't hear it and the door disappeared for a second, letting Snape quickly step through, then appeared once more. He looked at Potter and almost gagged.
"What happened to you?" He asked in horror. His cool mask of indifference forced from his face for the fighting emotion of horror and disbelief.
Potters eye, his left one, had a big gash going from just below the eyebrow to halfway down his cheek. It was all infected and swollen and puffy, and to put it simply, "ew".
"Come here." Snape growled angrily, he pulled Potter towards him and took a potion out of his pocket. He kept it with him everywhere. Grabbing a cotton bud from another of his pockets he dabbed it in the gooey green potion. "Hold still." He said sharply, glaring at Potter who kept stepping away.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"It'll help your eye. You won't be able to see, but it will heal as good as it can." The Potions Master snarled. "Now stay still."
Snape winced for the poor boy as he dabbed the cotton bud on the sore, it may have helped but it sure hurt, he knew that.
***
Harry looked at his now clean, and healed face. It looked much better. His eye now only had a scar going through it, as well as the milky whiteness of the eye. His cuts and bruises from when Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had had a go at him had gone too, apart from a few little scars.
"Thank you, sir." Harry said sincerely, looking his Potions Master in the eye. "I know I'm not your favourite student, but I do mean that in all sincerity."
"That's alright, Potter." Snape snarled. Harry could tell it was just a façade. "Don't expect it again."
"Professor, can you please not tell anyone about, well you know, this?" Harry gestured to his eye. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"You can't really expect to keep it hidden. It's a little too noticeable to not let anyone else see it!"
"Well, I got it past you didn't I?" Harry grinned. Snape scowled.
"Yes, well you had covered it up well." Snape paused. "Did you use a Potion to conceal it?" He asked.
"No, I used a charm, it only lasts for 24 hours though." Harry admitted.
"The Potions last longer, about a week." Snape replied offhandedly. Harry smiled at him gratefully.
"You wouldn't perhaps make me some would you?" He asked hopefully.
Snape sighed. "I don't like to keep things from Albus, I mean Professor Dumbledore, but I will this time if you promise to tell me what happened to you tomorrow, or this week sometime at school." Snape promised.
"Um, Ok." Secretly Harry was thinking, 'Good, maybe he'll forget', he doubted it though. "Thank you again, sir."
"I'll brew it tonight and give it to you tomorrow. I'll need a lock of hair, though."
Harry plucked one rather bent strand of hair from his jet-black head and passed it to Snape.
***
*Dear Snuffles,
It's Harry. How are you? I'm actually quite good. I got into a fight with Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe today though. I went to Diagon Alley with Snape. I know you don't like him, but give him a break, he isn't *that* bad. So, where are you staying? I thought I saw you in Padfoot form today, but it turned out to be some pet. 'You' were with this girl with blonde hair. She looked familiar, but I know I haven't met her yet. Anyway, I should probably be off. I have to finish packing for school. I hope to see you there some time. I don't know whether or not I'll be on the Hogwarts Express, Dumbledore told me someone might be picking me up and taking me to Hogwarts tonight.
Harry.
***
Sirius watched from a second story window in the guest room as someone knocked on the Dursleys door.
A figure appeared inside the door. It was someone small with hair spiked up everywhere, well, that's what it looked like by the silhouette. It was Harry. Sirius smiled at the small boy who looked so much like James, his late best friend.
Harry looked straight at him for a moment. Sirius froze. Before turning back to the person. As he left, Sirius vowed never to let down Lily and James again, not for as long as he lived.
***
There was a knock at the door downstairs and Harry raced down there before anyone could even get to the door. He swung it open.
"Hello, Harry." Said a female voice. Why was it so familiar? He looked at the pretty lady standing before him. She had long red hair and brown eyes. Maybe she was related to the Weasleys . ? It was possible.
"Er, Hello." Harry said politely. "Are you here to take me to Hogwarts?" He added after a rather uncomfortable pause.
"Yes, you will be coming with me and my husband, Professor Dumbledore sent us." She smiled reassuringly at him. Harry didn't know why, but he felt compelled to trust this familiar lady. She conjured his trunk and things. Harry cast a quick glance at the house the 'Sirius like' dog went into. He could see someone staring at him from one of the top floor windows. Harry smiled at them before he climbed into the car .
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Draco stumbled back, clutching his stomach, and anywhere else he could try and stop the pain. Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same.
Harry stood up, staring open mouthed at the three boys, then to his hands and himself. What was that?
Harry, who didn't know what to do, ran to find Snape. They were away from the scene in seconds. Harry flustered, and Snape confused.
***
Dad, Callie, Allie, Beau, Connor and Snuffles had been walking down the streets of Diagon Alley when a loud bang was heard from outside Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Dad!" Allie shrieked. "Holy Snuffles!"
'Snuffles' growled at the Allie for using his name in such a context, though the large black dog looked like he enjoyed having his name used in place of God's or Jesus'.
"You four, Sirius you too, stay here."
***
Remus approached where the loud bang, and now gold and red smoke, was heard and seen. He noticed a black haired boy - was it Harry? - leaving the 'crime scene'.
What he saw made him want to be sick. Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy were all sitting on the ground, clutching their stomachs, arms, legs, wherever! In pain. All three of them looked like they'd been run over by rampaging Hippogriffs.
***
"Now, Potter," Snape snarled, "what happened to you?" Snape looked at the small boy before him. His face appeared to be in fine condition, apart from the fact that there was blood dripping from nowhere underneath his chin (the concealment charm, in case you don't remember) and he had torn Muggle clothes and cuts and bruises.
"Uh ." Harry paused. "Would you believe me if I told you I was fine?" Snape saw him wince. He almost let a smile creep onto his sour face as Harry looked guiltily at the ground.
"No."
"Ok, well, Mal-Draco, he, Crabbe and Goyle tried bashing me up after they insulted my mum and dad, and told me that I wouldn't be far behind them, and I punched him, and as I said, the three tried to bash me up."
Snape scowled. He didn't like Potter, he was a spoiled little brat, but that was no way to treat anyone. And a Slytherin shouldn't need to hide behind others; it was an act of cowardice that he would not stand for in his house.
"Very well. You're lucky it isn't the start of term yet or you'd be in dept for house points for the next year."
Snape almost chuckled at the relief shown on Potters face. What's getting into you, Severus? He chided himself. Next thing you'll be awarding him points.
Snape glared inwardly.
"Come on!" He grabbed Harry by the collar and shoved him into a conveniently placed bathroom at the intersection to Diagon and Knockturn Alley. "Clean yourself up, I'll wait here."
***
Harry walked into the bathroom, wincing at every step. His eye was hurting more than usual, obviously, and the palm of his right hand was stinging at its heel. (As in the heel of his hand, not foot ; ))
Harry whispered the counter charm to the concealment charm. "Oh shit." He cursed loudly.
***
Snape was waiting patiently for Harry when he heard the rather rude outburst. "I'm coming in Potter." He warned and went to open the door.
"No!" He felt someone barge against the door and his pale hand was pushed back. "I mean," Potter went on hastily "I'll be fine."
Snape rolled his eye. Gryffindor's were SO stubborn. Snape whispered a charm so Harry couldn't hear it and the door disappeared for a second, letting Snape quickly step through, then appeared once more. He looked at Potter and almost gagged.
"What happened to you?" He asked in horror. His cool mask of indifference forced from his face for the fighting emotion of horror and disbelief.
Potters eye, his left one, had a big gash going from just below the eyebrow to halfway down his cheek. It was all infected and swollen and puffy, and to put it simply, "ew".
"Come here." Snape growled angrily, he pulled Potter towards him and took a potion out of his pocket. He kept it with him everywhere. Grabbing a cotton bud from another of his pockets he dabbed it in the gooey green potion. "Hold still." He said sharply, glaring at Potter who kept stepping away.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"It'll help your eye. You won't be able to see, but it will heal as good as it can." The Potions Master snarled. "Now stay still."
Snape winced for the poor boy as he dabbed the cotton bud on the sore, it may have helped but it sure hurt, he knew that.
***
Harry looked at his now clean, and healed face. It looked much better. His eye now only had a scar going through it, as well as the milky whiteness of the eye. His cuts and bruises from when Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had had a go at him had gone too, apart from a few little scars.
"Thank you, sir." Harry said sincerely, looking his Potions Master in the eye. "I know I'm not your favourite student, but I do mean that in all sincerity."
"That's alright, Potter." Snape snarled. Harry could tell it was just a façade. "Don't expect it again."
"Professor, can you please not tell anyone about, well you know, this?" Harry gestured to his eye. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"You can't really expect to keep it hidden. It's a little too noticeable to not let anyone else see it!"
"Well, I got it past you didn't I?" Harry grinned. Snape scowled.
"Yes, well you had covered it up well." Snape paused. "Did you use a Potion to conceal it?" He asked.
"No, I used a charm, it only lasts for 24 hours though." Harry admitted.
"The Potions last longer, about a week." Snape replied offhandedly. Harry smiled at him gratefully.
"You wouldn't perhaps make me some would you?" He asked hopefully.
Snape sighed. "I don't like to keep things from Albus, I mean Professor Dumbledore, but I will this time if you promise to tell me what happened to you tomorrow, or this week sometime at school." Snape promised.
"Um, Ok." Secretly Harry was thinking, 'Good, maybe he'll forget', he doubted it though. "Thank you again, sir."
"I'll brew it tonight and give it to you tomorrow. I'll need a lock of hair, though."
Harry plucked one rather bent strand of hair from his jet-black head and passed it to Snape.
***
*Dear Snuffles,
It's Harry. How are you? I'm actually quite good. I got into a fight with Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe today though. I went to Diagon Alley with Snape. I know you don't like him, but give him a break, he isn't *that* bad. So, where are you staying? I thought I saw you in Padfoot form today, but it turned out to be some pet. 'You' were with this girl with blonde hair. She looked familiar, but I know I haven't met her yet. Anyway, I should probably be off. I have to finish packing for school. I hope to see you there some time. I don't know whether or not I'll be on the Hogwarts Express, Dumbledore told me someone might be picking me up and taking me to Hogwarts tonight.
Harry.
***
Sirius watched from a second story window in the guest room as someone knocked on the Dursleys door.
A figure appeared inside the door. It was someone small with hair spiked up everywhere, well, that's what it looked like by the silhouette. It was Harry. Sirius smiled at the small boy who looked so much like James, his late best friend.
Harry looked straight at him for a moment. Sirius froze. Before turning back to the person. As he left, Sirius vowed never to let down Lily and James again, not for as long as he lived.
***
There was a knock at the door downstairs and Harry raced down there before anyone could even get to the door. He swung it open.
"Hello, Harry." Said a female voice. Why was it so familiar? He looked at the pretty lady standing before him. She had long red hair and brown eyes. Maybe she was related to the Weasleys . ? It was possible.
"Er, Hello." Harry said politely. "Are you here to take me to Hogwarts?" He added after a rather uncomfortable pause.
"Yes, you will be coming with me and my husband, Professor Dumbledore sent us." She smiled reassuringly at him. Harry didn't know why, but he felt compelled to trust this familiar lady. She conjured his trunk and things. Harry cast a quick glance at the house the 'Sirius like' dog went into. He could see someone staring at him from one of the top floor windows. Harry smiled at them before he climbed into the car .
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Another Chapter Out! Woo Hoo! Record Breaking chapters for me! Lol. Anyone who was reading my "The Betrayed, the Betrayers" you'll be pleased to know it'll be out again soon with a few minor changes and two new chapters! Yay! Well, I'll be off. AzzaSkittllez! R&R please!