Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Well, Im not in a particularly creative mood, so's I wasn't planning on writing another chapter, but ff.net is not working for some reason for me, so I guess I will just do another one. Blargh.
Chapter Thirteen
Bloody Unlucky
"Shit!" Ethra whispered, backing them farther into the wall. Severus was already coming down their way, looking, well, not so pleased.
Unfortunately, one of Ethra's large, pointy heels found its way to Harry's bare foot.
"Argh!" Harry cried, and Ethra spun around and clamped her hand onto his mouth.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." She looked down at his foot. It had a nice sized puncture wound and was oozing a bit of blood. "Eaurgh...."
Snape did not seem to notice anything, however. He just walked past them, hands clenched and mumbling things under his breath.
Harry and Ethra both watched him turn the corner, and both uttered a sigh of relief. After a few moments, Harry uncovered them both.
"Gah, it's hot in there. Hey, lemme see your map." She grabbed the map out of his hands.
"Hey! Give that back!" He reached to grab it but stepped on his injured foot and growled. "Damnit, that hurts. I've been bit by a gigantic, venomous snake, and this hurts worse."
Ethra wasn't listening. She was trying, desperately, to find Addie on the map. No luck.
"Damn."
"Who are you looking for?" Harry asked, through gritted teeth.
"My friend, Addie McDuff." Ethra looked up at Harry, like she had seen him for the first time tonight. "What are you doing out of your room?"
"What are you doing out of YOUR room?"
"Trying to seduce your Potion's Master."
Harry cringed. "Ew. I shouldn't have asked."
"Damn straight. Mind your elders, boy."
"You're only about a year older than me."
"And the definition of 'elder' IS?" Ethra yawned. She felt much better now. And sleepy, very sleepy. Whatever was going on was over. She thought about owling her father in Ireland about it.
Ireland. Is that right?
Yes, of course.
Ethra looked at Harry, who was looking at his foot. He had bled a large puddle onto the stone floor.
"We should go see Severus."
Harry looked at her, horrified. "No! Are you mad or just stupid?"
"A little of column 'A'", she held out one hand, "a little of column 'B'." She indicated her other hand. "No, seriously. We should go. He'll fix it for you."
"And bloody expell me."
"I'll tell him not to." She shrugged. "And if he tries to, I'll kill him."
He looked at her incredulously. "I think I'll just keep bleeding, thanks."
"Or, you can floo to Grimmauld."
Harry appeared to consider it, and then looked at her sharply. "How do you know about Grimmauld? SNAPE told you, didn't he? Leaking Order secrets, I bet, to some harlot..."
"Hey! And no, he didn't." Ethra stood up straight, trying to regain some dignaty whilst dressed like a whore. "You two are very paranoid about one another."
Harry just looked at her suspiciously.
"Fine! Let's go see Dumbledore!"
Harry nodded, but looked at the map and said, "No luck. Snape's there."
"FINE, then you can floo to Grimmauld from the Gryffindor common room. I'll take you there since you can't walk."
"I'm not letting a Slytherin into the common room."
"FINE. From my common room."
"I'm NOT going-"
"FINE! We'll sneak into Snape's chambers and use the fire there. Let's just go SOMEWHERE, I'm terribly, terribly tired."
Harry weighed his options. He had begun to look pale, and he had lost quite a bit of blood at this point. "Alright." He mumbled.
Ethra chuckled to herself and pulled out her wand. "Locomotor Harry!"
Harry was lifted up into the air, dripping blood. She looked at the map in her hand to locate anyone who might get in her way, and headed, yet again, back to the dungeons.
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Well, Im not in a particularly creative mood, so's I wasn't planning on writing another chapter, but ff.net is not working for some reason for me, so I guess I will just do another one. Blargh.
Chapter Thirteen
Bloody Unlucky
"Shit!" Ethra whispered, backing them farther into the wall. Severus was already coming down their way, looking, well, not so pleased.
Unfortunately, one of Ethra's large, pointy heels found its way to Harry's bare foot.
"Argh!" Harry cried, and Ethra spun around and clamped her hand onto his mouth.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." She looked down at his foot. It had a nice sized puncture wound and was oozing a bit of blood. "Eaurgh...."
Snape did not seem to notice anything, however. He just walked past them, hands clenched and mumbling things under his breath.
Harry and Ethra both watched him turn the corner, and both uttered a sigh of relief. After a few moments, Harry uncovered them both.
"Gah, it's hot in there. Hey, lemme see your map." She grabbed the map out of his hands.
"Hey! Give that back!" He reached to grab it but stepped on his injured foot and growled. "Damnit, that hurts. I've been bit by a gigantic, venomous snake, and this hurts worse."
Ethra wasn't listening. She was trying, desperately, to find Addie on the map. No luck.
"Damn."
"Who are you looking for?" Harry asked, through gritted teeth.
"My friend, Addie McDuff." Ethra looked up at Harry, like she had seen him for the first time tonight. "What are you doing out of your room?"
"What are you doing out of YOUR room?"
"Trying to seduce your Potion's Master."
Harry cringed. "Ew. I shouldn't have asked."
"Damn straight. Mind your elders, boy."
"You're only about a year older than me."
"And the definition of 'elder' IS?" Ethra yawned. She felt much better now. And sleepy, very sleepy. Whatever was going on was over. She thought about owling her father in Ireland about it.
Ireland. Is that right?
Yes, of course.
Ethra looked at Harry, who was looking at his foot. He had bled a large puddle onto the stone floor.
"We should go see Severus."
Harry looked at her, horrified. "No! Are you mad or just stupid?"
"A little of column 'A'", she held out one hand, "a little of column 'B'." She indicated her other hand. "No, seriously. We should go. He'll fix it for you."
"And bloody expell me."
"I'll tell him not to." She shrugged. "And if he tries to, I'll kill him."
He looked at her incredulously. "I think I'll just keep bleeding, thanks."
"Or, you can floo to Grimmauld."
Harry appeared to consider it, and then looked at her sharply. "How do you know about Grimmauld? SNAPE told you, didn't he? Leaking Order secrets, I bet, to some harlot..."
"Hey! And no, he didn't." Ethra stood up straight, trying to regain some dignaty whilst dressed like a whore. "You two are very paranoid about one another."
Harry just looked at her suspiciously.
"Fine! Let's go see Dumbledore!"
Harry nodded, but looked at the map and said, "No luck. Snape's there."
"FINE, then you can floo to Grimmauld from the Gryffindor common room. I'll take you there since you can't walk."
"I'm not letting a Slytherin into the common room."
"FINE. From my common room."
"I'm NOT going-"
"FINE! We'll sneak into Snape's chambers and use the fire there. Let's just go SOMEWHERE, I'm terribly, terribly tired."
Harry weighed his options. He had begun to look pale, and he had lost quite a bit of blood at this point. "Alright." He mumbled.
Ethra chuckled to herself and pulled out her wand. "Locomotor Harry!"
Harry was lifted up into the air, dripping blood. She looked at the map in her hand to locate anyone who might get in her way, and headed, yet again, back to the dungeons.