Lost and Afraid

By: Angedelamorte

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.

Random Quote: "The cat will mew and the dog will have his day." -Hamlet, 'Hamlet' by William Shakespeare

"If you can imagine this; the whole world sharing one big kiss. These are thoughts in through my brain; that I daydream everyday;

.....I'm caught up in a dream. Im gonna wish for it all; No ones gonna tell me how; No wait this is my dream now" - "Caught in a Dream', Tesla

On the way down to the dungeons, Harry was turning into a nervous wreck. Didn't Severus still have to put up his act? If he didn't do something, what would the Griffindors do? So many questions, so few answers.

Harry entered the Potions classroom extremely nervous, most of the kids in this room hated him, with a passion. He took a seat in the back of the room, next to Blaise, hoping to not attract attention.

Just seconds after the class began, Severus stormed into the room, robes flowing behind him dramatically. "This is NEWT level Potions, there will be no room for mistakes. These potions require an amount of patience and skill many of you people don't have. We will be beginning with a simple calming draught." The class stared at Severus blankly. "Get started," he barked. Harry flinched at the harsh tone.

Harry's eyes grew wide when he saw the potion. This was not an easy potion. There was hardly any chance on him getting it right.

Severus paced the room apprehensively, everyone knew Harry was his son but Voldemort didn't know that he actually liked the boy. He stopped in front of Draco's cauldron. "Fair," he said simply. Then, he moved onto Harry and Blaise's cauldron. It was perfect, almost, there was a bit too many newt eyes in it. "You're lucky," he started, "just one more newt eye and your entire potion would have exploded and doused the room in a very painful potion. Any idea what it is?" he asked, Hermione's hand shot into the air. "Ms. Granger?"

"It is a rather crude potion form of the Cruciatus curse, sir," Hermione said meekly.

"Surprisingly, correct. And how may I ask did you learn this?" he said scathingly. Hermione said nothing. "Ten points from Griffindor for looking up how to brew a dangerous potion." Hermione looked like she was going to cry, Harry allowed a small smile to play across his face. "Now get back to work," he barked. Harry jumped again.

Towards the end of class, Harry was getting ready to bottle his potion, when he stole a look at Ron. He wanted a glance at the person who ditched him when he needed him the most. But, most of all, he wanted a look at his ex-best friend. It was by chance that Ron looked at Harry when Harry looked at him. Ron glared, Harry lowered his eyes as he felt then watering.

Ot of the corner of his eye, Harry saw a newt eye fly into his cauldron. Without thinking, Harry pushed Blaise down cast a quick shield around the cauldron, with him inside it. Harry was about to redo the shield when BOOM! The entire potion exploded.

Severus saw the potion explode, and his heart broke to pieces when he saw it take affect. Harry's eyes screwed shut as he tried not to scream. "Everyone out!" he bellowed. Ron and Hermione tried to stay behind. Severus looked at Ron with disgust, "What do you want?" he spat.

"We wanted to make sure Harry was OK," Hermione said.

"Well, he will, but next time, if I see you, Mr. Weasley, even attempt to put something in anyone else's potion, I will have you in detention for the rest of your natural born life," Severus said with malice. Ron paled. "I thought I said out?" he asked. They fled.

Harry was drenched in the potion. At first he was hoping that he had done it wrong and he wouldn't be feeling an excruciatingly large amount of pain. His hopes were in vain, for his potion was flawless and the potion took affect. He dropped to the ground and screwed his eyes shut. He started twitching. He was trying not to scream.

It got to the point where he could no longer resist screaming. He started screaming. He was getting dizzy and he was hardly staying conscious. Harry was about to give up when he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. It was strange he didn't feel the need to flinch away. Harry knew it wasn't going to harm him.

A few seconds later, Harry felt himself being picked up and taken down the hall. He hadn't gone far when his mind slowly slipping away. It seemed that he lost his fight with unconsciousness.

Severus was grateful when Harry lost consciousness. He got to his and Harry's rooms. He set Harry on the couch and went to his lab to brew a potion for the aftereffects of the Cruciatus.

Author's Note: Yeah pretty lame chapter and its like short.... wasn't feeling very inspired.. next one'll be longer... I swear