Lost and Afraid
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I do own the plot, if there is one, and any original characters that I haven't bothered to make up yet.
Author's Note: Yeah I was so going to post this earlier but I was viciously attacked my writer's block. I'm so glad you guys review. Anyway... I said I wasn't going to update but I love typing this story. That and one of the projects got postponed for a week and a half so.... Life is good. Not quite sure when I'm going to update next. Oh yeah.. One question.. Do you like the short chapters I'm, doing or should I make them longer?" Other than that... enjoy. ________________________________________________________________________
Severus sat up long into the night comforting Harry. It wasn't until late that night that Harry fell asleep. Just minutes after Harry fell asleep Albus walked down to the Hospital Wing.
"Severus," Albus said, "Did you notice something odd about Harry?"
Severus almost laughed. "Strange?" he asked. "Strange? Tell me something about this boy that is normal."
"No, Severus, something strange about Harry's appearance, and no I'm not talking scars on his body. I'm talking about his facial features. His face seems longer and his hair seems flatter."
"Oh, no, Albus, I didn't notice that," Severus lied quickly."But come to think of it he does look different."
"Oh, yes, Severus he looks like you. Did I mention a letter I received from Lilly the other day? It explained some rather strange things, like a certain boy's parentage."
"Lilly sent you a letter?" Severus asked trying to act shocked but deep down inside he realized his charade was over. ________________________________________________________________________
Pain seared through Harry's scar. He was in a some type of dungeon. Although dungeon really wasn't the word for it. It seemed at if it were underground fortress. It was adorned with some of the most beautiful yet sinister art Harry had ever seen. The main room was a throne room, almost. It was a dimly lit room. There was a black marble step in the back of the room. On that step there was a menacing throne.
On that chair there sat him, The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Voldemort. The very name struck fear into most people's hearts. Two wizards approached the throne. "My Lord," they said in unison, "The Potter boy was not at his house, we believe that Albus Dumbledore has moved him somewhere else."
"Fools!" Voldemort roared. "You can not even complete on mission, Lucius, you said the boy would be there. Did I break you out of Azkaban for nothing? Should I just bring you back there?"
"No, My Lord. The boy was there."
"Really, Lucius? And what proof do you have?... That's what I thought. You may leave. Oh, one thing, do not mention Albus Dumbledore to me. Crucio!" Lucius began to writhe in pain, but there was something strange, Harry felt the curse too. Harry began to writhe as well, but with his newly healed wounds, his body could not take much more. Harry lost consciousness in minutes. ________________________________________________________________________
Madame Pomphrey was frantic. Her patient all of a sudden started screaming and writhing. It looked as if he were under Crucio. Then, he just stopped, he'd lost consciousness. Shocked, Poppy ran to the fire she threw some powder into the fire and yelled, "Albus Dumbledore's office." She appeared in Albus's office.
"Albus," she said, " I was in my office and then Harry started screaming, and then he lost consciousness. It seemed as of he were under Crucio. I'm worried."
"Ahh.. alert Professor Snape and meet me in the Hospital Wing." Madame Pomphrey hurried off to the dungeons and Albus walked down to the Hospital Wing thinking, I've failed the boy again. I can't keep him safe from his family. I can't keep him safe from his dreams. I can't do much for the boy.
Albus walked into the Hospital Wing and saw a pained Harry. Harry's brow was beaded with sweat. Poor boy, Albus thought.
"Albus," Severus said quietly, "Is there something wrong?"
"It was Voldemort; Pomphrey thought it was Crucio. Now is a good time to bring him back to your rooms."
"Albus, I told you I can't take care of him."
Albus said one simple word, "Why?"
"Well... because... just because. I can't"
"You should." Albus said.
"Its ok," Harry said weakly, "I-I can stay here. I don't mind. I don't need anyone I can manage."
"You shouldn't have to manage. Severus WILL be happy to have you in his chambers. They're quite elegant I must say." Albus replied while looking at Severus. "Well, Harry, You should get some rest. Severus will bring you and your belongings to his room tomorrow. Sleep well."
"Yes, sir." Harry lay in bed for what felt like hours. He couldn't sleep, he NEEDED to talk to someone. He needed someone to talk to. Deciding that Albus wasn't any good. Harry decided to go to talk to Severus; he might understand.
Harry got up, put on a robe and went to find Severus. He was walking around the hallways and he got turned around. He ended up by Albus's office. Harry was about to turn around and go back to the Hospital Wing when he heard raised voices.
"Albus!" Severus yelled, "I will not bring that boy to my chambers. He will not go there." Harry felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, apparently no one cared for him.
"Severus that boy needs some one, why not his father?" Albus yelled back. Harry was confused did Albus just say father? Definitely not.
"The boy does not have a father. He is an orphan. His father died years ago. Besides I hate the boy."
"You can't hate your-"
"Yes I can, and I do. He is not living with me!" Harry was distraught, he was hated by yet another person. No one cared. His body as if sensing his lost fell to the ground, Harry was unconscious. ________________________________________________________________________
Author's Note- Ok guys, that chapter was kinda hard. The words were pretty forced, but well, what can you do about it? Umm... I was going to say something but, I forgot. Please Read and Review.
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I do own the plot, if there is one, and any original characters that I haven't bothered to make up yet.
Author's Note: Yeah I was so going to post this earlier but I was viciously attacked my writer's block. I'm so glad you guys review. Anyway... I said I wasn't going to update but I love typing this story. That and one of the projects got postponed for a week and a half so.... Life is good. Not quite sure when I'm going to update next. Oh yeah.. One question.. Do you like the short chapters I'm, doing or should I make them longer?" Other than that... enjoy. ________________________________________________________________________
Severus sat up long into the night comforting Harry. It wasn't until late that night that Harry fell asleep. Just minutes after Harry fell asleep Albus walked down to the Hospital Wing.
"Severus," Albus said, "Did you notice something odd about Harry?"
Severus almost laughed. "Strange?" he asked. "Strange? Tell me something about this boy that is normal."
"No, Severus, something strange about Harry's appearance, and no I'm not talking scars on his body. I'm talking about his facial features. His face seems longer and his hair seems flatter."
"Oh, no, Albus, I didn't notice that," Severus lied quickly."But come to think of it he does look different."
"Oh, yes, Severus he looks like you. Did I mention a letter I received from Lilly the other day? It explained some rather strange things, like a certain boy's parentage."
"Lilly sent you a letter?" Severus asked trying to act shocked but deep down inside he realized his charade was over. ________________________________________________________________________
Pain seared through Harry's scar. He was in a some type of dungeon. Although dungeon really wasn't the word for it. It seemed at if it were underground fortress. It was adorned with some of the most beautiful yet sinister art Harry had ever seen. The main room was a throne room, almost. It was a dimly lit room. There was a black marble step in the back of the room. On that step there was a menacing throne.
On that chair there sat him, The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Voldemort. The very name struck fear into most people's hearts. Two wizards approached the throne. "My Lord," they said in unison, "The Potter boy was not at his house, we believe that Albus Dumbledore has moved him somewhere else."
"Fools!" Voldemort roared. "You can not even complete on mission, Lucius, you said the boy would be there. Did I break you out of Azkaban for nothing? Should I just bring you back there?"
"No, My Lord. The boy was there."
"Really, Lucius? And what proof do you have?... That's what I thought. You may leave. Oh, one thing, do not mention Albus Dumbledore to me. Crucio!" Lucius began to writhe in pain, but there was something strange, Harry felt the curse too. Harry began to writhe as well, but with his newly healed wounds, his body could not take much more. Harry lost consciousness in minutes. ________________________________________________________________________
Madame Pomphrey was frantic. Her patient all of a sudden started screaming and writhing. It looked as if he were under Crucio. Then, he just stopped, he'd lost consciousness. Shocked, Poppy ran to the fire she threw some powder into the fire and yelled, "Albus Dumbledore's office." She appeared in Albus's office.
"Albus," she said, " I was in my office and then Harry started screaming, and then he lost consciousness. It seemed as of he were under Crucio. I'm worried."
"Ahh.. alert Professor Snape and meet me in the Hospital Wing." Madame Pomphrey hurried off to the dungeons and Albus walked down to the Hospital Wing thinking, I've failed the boy again. I can't keep him safe from his family. I can't keep him safe from his dreams. I can't do much for the boy.
Albus walked into the Hospital Wing and saw a pained Harry. Harry's brow was beaded with sweat. Poor boy, Albus thought.
"Albus," Severus said quietly, "Is there something wrong?"
"It was Voldemort; Pomphrey thought it was Crucio. Now is a good time to bring him back to your rooms."
"Albus, I told you I can't take care of him."
Albus said one simple word, "Why?"
"Well... because... just because. I can't"
"You should." Albus said.
"Its ok," Harry said weakly, "I-I can stay here. I don't mind. I don't need anyone I can manage."
"You shouldn't have to manage. Severus WILL be happy to have you in his chambers. They're quite elegant I must say." Albus replied while looking at Severus. "Well, Harry, You should get some rest. Severus will bring you and your belongings to his room tomorrow. Sleep well."
"Yes, sir." Harry lay in bed for what felt like hours. He couldn't sleep, he NEEDED to talk to someone. He needed someone to talk to. Deciding that Albus wasn't any good. Harry decided to go to talk to Severus; he might understand.
Harry got up, put on a robe and went to find Severus. He was walking around the hallways and he got turned around. He ended up by Albus's office. Harry was about to turn around and go back to the Hospital Wing when he heard raised voices.
"Albus!" Severus yelled, "I will not bring that boy to my chambers. He will not go there." Harry felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, apparently no one cared for him.
"Severus that boy needs some one, why not his father?" Albus yelled back. Harry was confused did Albus just say father? Definitely not.
"The boy does not have a father. He is an orphan. His father died years ago. Besides I hate the boy."
"You can't hate your-"
"Yes I can, and I do. He is not living with me!" Harry was distraught, he was hated by yet another person. No one cared. His body as if sensing his lost fell to the ground, Harry was unconscious. ________________________________________________________________________
Author's Note- Ok guys, that chapter was kinda hard. The words were pretty forced, but well, what can you do about it? Umm... I was going to say something but, I forgot. Please Read and Review.