Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own cigarettes either nor their songs. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot. I do not own Dracula or Dracula's eviler form. A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
: Reviews:
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: Oh lol that was last chapters...read this one and you'll find out a bit more...
Carry out: hell yeah VAMPIRES ARE SO SEXY, I wouldn't mind for them to suck the life out of me any day or I mean night ;) oh hmm that was a XERO demo alright, it's called Esual.
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: thanks
Serpent of Light: oh well I hope you like it there. Is it going to be your permanent living quarters for now? Lol well I hope you'll be feeling better soon :P A/N 2: sorry you guys I meant to have this chapter up last week, but M. Word wasn't working. Last Time
He sensed that his end was near. So instead of getting up and run away, he was on his knees with his arms spread open like a cross. He was waiting for her to kill him.
He saw her bend low enough for her mouth to reach the right side of his neck and he closed his eyes like a frightened child.
Then he knew no more.
Harry sat bolt right on his bed and put his right hand to his neck swiftly. He felt liquid, but when he raised his hand to the morning sun and only saw sweat on his hands, not blood.
"Was it only a dream?"
Harry was very confused, but still cautious to his surroundings. He put his glasses on and jumped off his bed, grabbed his wand and looked around wildly.
It was only 7 in the morning. He looked out the window and noticed that there was no sign of rain and when he opened the window, it did not smell like it rained either.
He walked to the bathroom and looked at the mirror and quickly looked at the sides of his neck and noticed that there was no bite marks or anything on them...
He turned the water from the sink on and waited until the water turned cold and put the stopper on the sink, waiting for the water to rise. When is was high enough, he put his head in the water and just let the water's coldness work its effect on him. When he ran out of air, he was still not as awake as he wanted to be, but it was good enough.
He bent down and then quickly lifted his head up and heard some of the excess water splat against the wall behind him. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair up.
He walked back to his room, still a bit groggy. He sat on the bed, thinking of his dream. So many questions arose in his head, and all of them were unanswered, except for one. Now he found himself, in question. All of a sudden he knew her name was Lucy, the woman, no vampire, who almost bitted him and most certainly, would of drained him dry.
He decided to stop thinking about her and the incident and decided to go meet up with the guys. He put a dark blue work shirt over a white sleeveless shirt and jeans.
He walked over to Mike's temporary flat, which wasn't really that far. Once he got there, he knocked on the door and Mark Fiore opened the door.
Mark was a cool guy. He's their friend from the States; he had dark brown hair and is almost 6 ft tall. (He takes care of doing their future LP newscasters and is like their cameraman.)
"Hey Chester," Mark said.
"Hey Mark. So Mike called me last night to work on this song that they've working on for a while now." Harry said.
"Oh yeah, right this way Chester," Mark moved out of the way to let Harry in and locked the door behind him and led Chester to the basement.
Harry had a feeling of déjà vu. This was going just like how his dream went.
So for the next few hours they worked on some songs and catching up on some things while eating something that Harry cooked up for them. So the last song they practiced was the last song that was played in Harry's dream last night and Mark wanted to tape it and they let him.
After that was done, Harry said he wanted to go home and after many protests and saying it wasn't safe to go out alone, Harry still declined and left.
As he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice a small group of large guys following him. One of them reached over to Harry and covered his mouth.
Harry was startled and as he reached to grab his wand, hands roughly grabbed his arms and legs, and carried him to the deserted Magnolia Park. He was trying to scream and kick but the guys were just too strong for him.
'Stupid me, I forgot all about Moody's "CONSTANT VILIGANCE". How could I of let my guard down like that? If I die, please let everyone be all right and that Voldermort and his Deatheater's disappear. If I live, I promise I'll try my best to be good," Harry thought and prayed to Merlin.
It started to rain and it seemed like a storm was coming.
Harry could faintly hear their voices over the thunder and when the lightning came, he saw their faces. It was some of the guys from Dudley's gang.
They stopped next to a tree and the one who was covering his mouth, Malcolm, let go and reached for something in his pocket. When he got the items out of it, it turned out to be a white rectangular box and a lighter.
Harry was getting reminded of his dream every second he was there.
"Hold him down," Malcolm said as he opened the box.
As soon as one of them had loosened his grip on him, he kicked that one on the shoulder and tried to get his other leg and arms free from their grip, but as he almost got his arm free, one of them punched him right in the gut and that knocked the wind out of him. His head was hit against the rock that was underneath him as he was pushed down and could have sworn he heard a faint sound of his skull cracking or was it his glasses being crushed under one of their foot?
He almost fainted if it weren't for the few raindrops that dripped on his face from the leaves and the sound of thunder.
Malcolm finally got the box opened and when Harry turned his head he saw thin white cylinder like object being extracted from the box. As Harry squinted his eyes at it, he noticed that it wasn't just a white cylinder; it was a cigarette.
Harry knew himself, and he knows he would never smoke, it was a ''Filthy habit for poor people'', that's what Aunt Petunia would always say when she saw someone smoking.
"Are you holding him down tight enough?" Malcolm asked.
"Yeah," one of them said.
"Good," Malcolm said. "Open wide," he said as he lit the cigarette.
"What? No!" Harry screamed and closed his mouth.
Malcolm saw that and punched him in the gut. Still Harry did not open his mouth. Then he felt Malcolm hand's feeling his torso and then he felt the hands go to his pants. He closed his eyes, but that didn't stop him from feeling it. Malcolm pulled his pants off, so that only his boxers were on him and his pants on his knees.
'Oh Merlin, please don't be this be happening. It's all a bad dream that I'll wake up from," Harry tried to reassure himself, but it didn't work.
Still the hands were feeling him and he felt Malcolm's weight on top of him. Then the guy plugged Harry's nose with his fingers.
"Come on, you don't want to waste a good cigarette do you?" Malcolm laughed.
It seemed like hours passed as he was holding his breath and having that guys hands on him. He felt like he was about to pass out, but then he felt Malcolm's hands move onto his...
Harry ran out of breath and opened his mouth for air. Then Malcolm put the cigarette in his mouth and plugged his nose again. Harry didn't know what to do. After a minute he inhaled and he felt the nicotine enter his body. He coughed. He could hear those guys laughing.
"So you think that you're better than us because you go to that St.Brutus' school. Well you're not that tough, but lets see how long you can really hold your breath. Tonight you'll be swimming with the fishes. Come on lift him up and let's go to the pond," Malcolm said as he and the others laughed at him.
Harry spit out the cigarette, but as soon as he did, he felt like he needed another one. "Why are you doing this?" Harry demanded to know.
"Just because no one likes you around these here parts and we are bored," one of the guys holding him up said.
As they reached the pond, they punched him in the gut again and lowered him down. He couldn't really turn his body nor see that much around him. He felt them lower him down into the mud and just part of his upper body was right above the lake.
"This is a test Potter. A test to see how long you can stay under water," Malcolm said. "Okay. Ready? Bye, bye Potter."
Before they shoved him into the freezing water, he thought he saw a huge winged beast in the sky. He might have missed it, if it weren't for the lightning. Then all he saw was water, bubbles, and the flashes of lightning. He tried to get his hands loosened, but failed.
Harry could have sworn he saw a red liquid floating around him. When he looked back at the guys, he saw the winged beast right behind them, but they appeared to be all right and didn't seem to notice it behind them.
The sides of his vision started to darken, but he felt his captors release him. He tried to get up, but only managed to drift further away.
He felt more light headed every second, but then he felt clawed fingers gently grab him and moved towards the surface of the deep pond and gently placed on the muddy ground.
He gasped for breath and felt the much-needed oxygen revive him. When he looked at his savior, it was neither dragon nor angel, but it looked more like a demon bat from Hell. His fangs were long and most likely sharp, his ears were long and pointed at the top. Harry was to frighten to look at the demon bat, so his closed his eyes and tried to walk or rather crawl away.
Lightning flashed. Harry just had to look at the demon again, but what he saw was no demon but a man. A very irresistible man dressed in a 19th century clothes, all black. He had long brown hair, but it seemed like some of it was pony tailed at the back. The man came towards him and offered him his hand to help him up.
Harry didn't know what came over him; he usually wasn't attracted to guys either. As he reached to grab that man's offered hand, Harry heard a popping sound behind with the sound of a spell being sent towards them.
Harry turned around to see just Severus Snape in his long cloak, wand pointed towards the man. Harry heard the man behind him roar, but wait that wasn't a human roar, it was a roar of an angered beast. Harry saw that the man disappeared and in his place was that demon bat from hell.
"Potter, come here now!" Snape barked at him. Harry did just that. He scrambled over towards Snape and laid down on his side, behind Snape, gasping for breath on the muddy earth.
Rain continued to pour down on them.
The winged beast took flight into the sky and disappeared.
Snape lowered his wand and looked at Harry with mixed fury and could it be, caring also? Harry laid on the muddy ground on his back. Snape bent down towards Harry and a bit roughly, he grabbed Harry's chin and tilted it from side to side, apparently looking for something.
"He hasn't bitten you has he?" Snape asked him.
Harry gave him a confused look and said nervously," N-no he hasn't bitten me, sir."
"Can you get up now Potter?" Snape asked him.
Harry nodded, but as soon as he was halfway of getting up, he fell back down on all fours. He didn't feel all right. Suddenly, he felt like he was about to throw up.
"Come on Potter. Get up, I don't have all night, waiting for you to get up," Snape sneered at him.
Again, all Harry did was nod, but he soon found out that just made him feel a bit worse. Then, he threw out all the water that was in his lungs right in front of Snape. Snape quickly jumped back and glared at Harry for not warning him about that.
Snape just waited until, he heard that Harry stopped retching.
"Done Mr. Potter?" Snape asked him.
Harry felt that he can breathe right again and answered with a horse voice, "Yes, Professor Snape. Sorry about that."
"Good. It's time for you to go back to your relative's house. I'm sure they are just waiting for you," Snape said.
"My relatives aren't home at the moment Professor. They are in Florida, having a vacation and celebrating Dudley's birthday," Harry said annoyed at Snape.
Snape looked a bit surprised, but Harry didn't noticed as he led him to the house. Snape soon followed him.
Once they got there, Harry closed the door behind him, but then Snape stuck his foot out between the door and the doorpost.
"Excuse me Mister Potter, but I think I will stay with you tonight, as instructed by Professor Dumbledore. So if you don't mind, I'll just let myself in," Snape said as he forcibly made his way into the house.
"Okay, Professor Snape, as long as you take off your shoes and don't make a mess, it's alright," Harry said. He was still feeling a bit lightheaded and made his way upstairs. "I think I'll take a bath right now," Harry said a bit sleepy.
Snape watched as Harry walked upstairs. Once he heard the water running, he decided to look around the house, since his host did not find it suit to give him a tour and putting up small protection spells around the house.
After about 17 minutes of swiftly looking around the house, he decided to take a tour upstairs after hearing the water stop running a minute before.
9 minutes earlier
Harry walked straight to the upstairs bathroom and took off his work button up shirt, his now brown sleeveless shirt, and he couldn't find his pants (he suspected they still might be at the park, it's a good thing his) he took off his socks, while he let the hot water running.
After the tub was about three quarters full, he got in with his boxers still on. He forgot to close the bathroom door and the shower door. He tried to find a relaxing position in the tub and when he did, he closed his eyes and thoughts of tonight's events.
After a while, Harry kept on feeling this liquid slide down on the back of his neck. Slowly and tiredly he reached a hand behind his next and let his hand go towards the top of his head and felt it was a bit sticky. Curiosity, he opened his tired eyes, and again the darkness crept into his vision, and looked at the hand with the sticky liquid.
It was dark red.
He heard footsteps going up the creaky steps and towards him, but before he could do anything to grab Snape's attention, Harry blacked out and his head went under water.
Present
Snape was walking up the stairs. When he reached the top, he couldn't help but notice that the bathroom lights were on.
"Stupid Potter. Can't even turn off the damned lights," Snape mumbled to himself.
As Snape walked inside the bathroom he tried to find the light switch, but a hand covered in blood, hanging from the tub drew his attention.
He hastily moved over to that hand, and felt that it was still a bit warm and then he quickly did what his gut told him to; jump inside the tub and pull him out of there, and he did just that without magic.
He pulled Harry out of there and placed him on bathroom floor and put a towel under Harry's head.
Now Severus was a rational man, he usually thought before he done something, but for once in his life, he didn't use magic to solve this problem.
He was a master of potions after all, not saving lives with your bare hands. He knew he should have paid more attention to Poppy's demonstration on how to save drowned people. He remembered one of them, CRP, wait no, CTR, no not that either, oh CPR. He did that.
After what seemed to almost forever, Harry finally got some of the water out of his lungs for the second time that night.
When Snape thought that Harry had all the water out of his lungs, he was wrong. Harry threw up the water on Snape.
Snape was pissed, but a bit more concerned about the young man in front of him, who suddenly grabbed onto his robes, which surprised Snape. He almost shoved Harry away before noticing, that he was shivering.
Snape, now remembered about magic (he smacked his head with his hand), did a Scourgify on his clothes and tried to dry Harry up.
Snape turned Harry over so he could look for what caused Harry to almost die again. When he did, it was a pretty nasty cut, it was about an inch long and deep.
"Damn you Potter. Why didn't you say something?" Snape said to no one in particular.
Snape actually carried Harry to the bedroom next door, Snape was almost sure it was Harry's because he doesn't think that any of him muggle relatives has an owl cage or quidditch books. He placed Harry on the bed, and worked on Harry's wound. He used various healing, cleaning and anti infection potions and crèmes from his emergency bag, which was shrunken.
When he finished about an hour later, he put some gauze on a small portion that wouldn't heal.
As he turned to sit on the desk chair, he heard Harry mumble," Please make them stop talking. So many..."
"So many what?" Snape asked,
"So many voices in my head," Harry said in his sleep. "Make them stop."
Snape decided that Harry was just having a bad dream, so he gave him a Dreamless Sleep Potion and that he will speak to him about what happened when he woke up. So what did you guys think? Yawns night kids
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own cigarettes either nor their songs. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot. I do not own Dracula or Dracula's eviler form. A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
: Reviews:
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: Oh lol that was last chapters...read this one and you'll find out a bit more...
Carry out: hell yeah VAMPIRES ARE SO SEXY, I wouldn't mind for them to suck the life out of me any day or I mean night ;) oh hmm that was a XERO demo alright, it's called Esual.
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: thanks
Serpent of Light: oh well I hope you like it there. Is it going to be your permanent living quarters for now? Lol well I hope you'll be feeling better soon :P A/N 2: sorry you guys I meant to have this chapter up last week, but M. Word wasn't working. Last Time
He sensed that his end was near. So instead of getting up and run away, he was on his knees with his arms spread open like a cross. He was waiting for her to kill him.
He saw her bend low enough for her mouth to reach the right side of his neck and he closed his eyes like a frightened child.
Then he knew no more.
Harry sat bolt right on his bed and put his right hand to his neck swiftly. He felt liquid, but when he raised his hand to the morning sun and only saw sweat on his hands, not blood.
"Was it only a dream?"
Harry was very confused, but still cautious to his surroundings. He put his glasses on and jumped off his bed, grabbed his wand and looked around wildly.
It was only 7 in the morning. He looked out the window and noticed that there was no sign of rain and when he opened the window, it did not smell like it rained either.
He walked to the bathroom and looked at the mirror and quickly looked at the sides of his neck and noticed that there was no bite marks or anything on them...
He turned the water from the sink on and waited until the water turned cold and put the stopper on the sink, waiting for the water to rise. When is was high enough, he put his head in the water and just let the water's coldness work its effect on him. When he ran out of air, he was still not as awake as he wanted to be, but it was good enough.
He bent down and then quickly lifted his head up and heard some of the excess water splat against the wall behind him. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair up.
He walked back to his room, still a bit groggy. He sat on the bed, thinking of his dream. So many questions arose in his head, and all of them were unanswered, except for one. Now he found himself, in question. All of a sudden he knew her name was Lucy, the woman, no vampire, who almost bitted him and most certainly, would of drained him dry.
He decided to stop thinking about her and the incident and decided to go meet up with the guys. He put a dark blue work shirt over a white sleeveless shirt and jeans.
He walked over to Mike's temporary flat, which wasn't really that far. Once he got there, he knocked on the door and Mark Fiore opened the door.
Mark was a cool guy. He's their friend from the States; he had dark brown hair and is almost 6 ft tall. (He takes care of doing their future LP newscasters and is like their cameraman.)
"Hey Chester," Mark said.
"Hey Mark. So Mike called me last night to work on this song that they've working on for a while now." Harry said.
"Oh yeah, right this way Chester," Mark moved out of the way to let Harry in and locked the door behind him and led Chester to the basement.
Harry had a feeling of déjà vu. This was going just like how his dream went.
So for the next few hours they worked on some songs and catching up on some things while eating something that Harry cooked up for them. So the last song they practiced was the last song that was played in Harry's dream last night and Mark wanted to tape it and they let him.
After that was done, Harry said he wanted to go home and after many protests and saying it wasn't safe to go out alone, Harry still declined and left.
As he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice a small group of large guys following him. One of them reached over to Harry and covered his mouth.
Harry was startled and as he reached to grab his wand, hands roughly grabbed his arms and legs, and carried him to the deserted Magnolia Park. He was trying to scream and kick but the guys were just too strong for him.
'Stupid me, I forgot all about Moody's "CONSTANT VILIGANCE". How could I of let my guard down like that? If I die, please let everyone be all right and that Voldermort and his Deatheater's disappear. If I live, I promise I'll try my best to be good," Harry thought and prayed to Merlin.
It started to rain and it seemed like a storm was coming.
Harry could faintly hear their voices over the thunder and when the lightning came, he saw their faces. It was some of the guys from Dudley's gang.
They stopped next to a tree and the one who was covering his mouth, Malcolm, let go and reached for something in his pocket. When he got the items out of it, it turned out to be a white rectangular box and a lighter.
Harry was getting reminded of his dream every second he was there.
"Hold him down," Malcolm said as he opened the box.
As soon as one of them had loosened his grip on him, he kicked that one on the shoulder and tried to get his other leg and arms free from their grip, but as he almost got his arm free, one of them punched him right in the gut and that knocked the wind out of him. His head was hit against the rock that was underneath him as he was pushed down and could have sworn he heard a faint sound of his skull cracking or was it his glasses being crushed under one of their foot?
He almost fainted if it weren't for the few raindrops that dripped on his face from the leaves and the sound of thunder.
Malcolm finally got the box opened and when Harry turned his head he saw thin white cylinder like object being extracted from the box. As Harry squinted his eyes at it, he noticed that it wasn't just a white cylinder; it was a cigarette.
Harry knew himself, and he knows he would never smoke, it was a ''Filthy habit for poor people'', that's what Aunt Petunia would always say when she saw someone smoking.
"Are you holding him down tight enough?" Malcolm asked.
"Yeah," one of them said.
"Good," Malcolm said. "Open wide," he said as he lit the cigarette.
"What? No!" Harry screamed and closed his mouth.
Malcolm saw that and punched him in the gut. Still Harry did not open his mouth. Then he felt Malcolm hand's feeling his torso and then he felt the hands go to his pants. He closed his eyes, but that didn't stop him from feeling it. Malcolm pulled his pants off, so that only his boxers were on him and his pants on his knees.
'Oh Merlin, please don't be this be happening. It's all a bad dream that I'll wake up from," Harry tried to reassure himself, but it didn't work.
Still the hands were feeling him and he felt Malcolm's weight on top of him. Then the guy plugged Harry's nose with his fingers.
"Come on, you don't want to waste a good cigarette do you?" Malcolm laughed.
It seemed like hours passed as he was holding his breath and having that guys hands on him. He felt like he was about to pass out, but then he felt Malcolm's hands move onto his...
Harry ran out of breath and opened his mouth for air. Then Malcolm put the cigarette in his mouth and plugged his nose again. Harry didn't know what to do. After a minute he inhaled and he felt the nicotine enter his body. He coughed. He could hear those guys laughing.
"So you think that you're better than us because you go to that St.Brutus' school. Well you're not that tough, but lets see how long you can really hold your breath. Tonight you'll be swimming with the fishes. Come on lift him up and let's go to the pond," Malcolm said as he and the others laughed at him.
Harry spit out the cigarette, but as soon as he did, he felt like he needed another one. "Why are you doing this?" Harry demanded to know.
"Just because no one likes you around these here parts and we are bored," one of the guys holding him up said.
As they reached the pond, they punched him in the gut again and lowered him down. He couldn't really turn his body nor see that much around him. He felt them lower him down into the mud and just part of his upper body was right above the lake.
"This is a test Potter. A test to see how long you can stay under water," Malcolm said. "Okay. Ready? Bye, bye Potter."
Before they shoved him into the freezing water, he thought he saw a huge winged beast in the sky. He might have missed it, if it weren't for the lightning. Then all he saw was water, bubbles, and the flashes of lightning. He tried to get his hands loosened, but failed.
Harry could have sworn he saw a red liquid floating around him. When he looked back at the guys, he saw the winged beast right behind them, but they appeared to be all right and didn't seem to notice it behind them.
The sides of his vision started to darken, but he felt his captors release him. He tried to get up, but only managed to drift further away.
He felt more light headed every second, but then he felt clawed fingers gently grab him and moved towards the surface of the deep pond and gently placed on the muddy ground.
He gasped for breath and felt the much-needed oxygen revive him. When he looked at his savior, it was neither dragon nor angel, but it looked more like a demon bat from Hell. His fangs were long and most likely sharp, his ears were long and pointed at the top. Harry was to frighten to look at the demon bat, so his closed his eyes and tried to walk or rather crawl away.
Lightning flashed. Harry just had to look at the demon again, but what he saw was no demon but a man. A very irresistible man dressed in a 19th century clothes, all black. He had long brown hair, but it seemed like some of it was pony tailed at the back. The man came towards him and offered him his hand to help him up.
Harry didn't know what came over him; he usually wasn't attracted to guys either. As he reached to grab that man's offered hand, Harry heard a popping sound behind with the sound of a spell being sent towards them.
Harry turned around to see just Severus Snape in his long cloak, wand pointed towards the man. Harry heard the man behind him roar, but wait that wasn't a human roar, it was a roar of an angered beast. Harry saw that the man disappeared and in his place was that demon bat from hell.
"Potter, come here now!" Snape barked at him. Harry did just that. He scrambled over towards Snape and laid down on his side, behind Snape, gasping for breath on the muddy earth.
Rain continued to pour down on them.
The winged beast took flight into the sky and disappeared.
Snape lowered his wand and looked at Harry with mixed fury and could it be, caring also? Harry laid on the muddy ground on his back. Snape bent down towards Harry and a bit roughly, he grabbed Harry's chin and tilted it from side to side, apparently looking for something.
"He hasn't bitten you has he?" Snape asked him.
Harry gave him a confused look and said nervously," N-no he hasn't bitten me, sir."
"Can you get up now Potter?" Snape asked him.
Harry nodded, but as soon as he was halfway of getting up, he fell back down on all fours. He didn't feel all right. Suddenly, he felt like he was about to throw up.
"Come on Potter. Get up, I don't have all night, waiting for you to get up," Snape sneered at him.
Again, all Harry did was nod, but he soon found out that just made him feel a bit worse. Then, he threw out all the water that was in his lungs right in front of Snape. Snape quickly jumped back and glared at Harry for not warning him about that.
Snape just waited until, he heard that Harry stopped retching.
"Done Mr. Potter?" Snape asked him.
Harry felt that he can breathe right again and answered with a horse voice, "Yes, Professor Snape. Sorry about that."
"Good. It's time for you to go back to your relative's house. I'm sure they are just waiting for you," Snape said.
"My relatives aren't home at the moment Professor. They are in Florida, having a vacation and celebrating Dudley's birthday," Harry said annoyed at Snape.
Snape looked a bit surprised, but Harry didn't noticed as he led him to the house. Snape soon followed him.
Once they got there, Harry closed the door behind him, but then Snape stuck his foot out between the door and the doorpost.
"Excuse me Mister Potter, but I think I will stay with you tonight, as instructed by Professor Dumbledore. So if you don't mind, I'll just let myself in," Snape said as he forcibly made his way into the house.
"Okay, Professor Snape, as long as you take off your shoes and don't make a mess, it's alright," Harry said. He was still feeling a bit lightheaded and made his way upstairs. "I think I'll take a bath right now," Harry said a bit sleepy.
Snape watched as Harry walked upstairs. Once he heard the water running, he decided to look around the house, since his host did not find it suit to give him a tour and putting up small protection spells around the house.
After about 17 minutes of swiftly looking around the house, he decided to take a tour upstairs after hearing the water stop running a minute before.
9 minutes earlier
Harry walked straight to the upstairs bathroom and took off his work button up shirt, his now brown sleeveless shirt, and he couldn't find his pants (he suspected they still might be at the park, it's a good thing his) he took off his socks, while he let the hot water running.
After the tub was about three quarters full, he got in with his boxers still on. He forgot to close the bathroom door and the shower door. He tried to find a relaxing position in the tub and when he did, he closed his eyes and thoughts of tonight's events.
After a while, Harry kept on feeling this liquid slide down on the back of his neck. Slowly and tiredly he reached a hand behind his next and let his hand go towards the top of his head and felt it was a bit sticky. Curiosity, he opened his tired eyes, and again the darkness crept into his vision, and looked at the hand with the sticky liquid.
It was dark red.
He heard footsteps going up the creaky steps and towards him, but before he could do anything to grab Snape's attention, Harry blacked out and his head went under water.
Present
Snape was walking up the stairs. When he reached the top, he couldn't help but notice that the bathroom lights were on.
"Stupid Potter. Can't even turn off the damned lights," Snape mumbled to himself.
As Snape walked inside the bathroom he tried to find the light switch, but a hand covered in blood, hanging from the tub drew his attention.
He hastily moved over to that hand, and felt that it was still a bit warm and then he quickly did what his gut told him to; jump inside the tub and pull him out of there, and he did just that without magic.
He pulled Harry out of there and placed him on bathroom floor and put a towel under Harry's head.
Now Severus was a rational man, he usually thought before he done something, but for once in his life, he didn't use magic to solve this problem.
He was a master of potions after all, not saving lives with your bare hands. He knew he should have paid more attention to Poppy's demonstration on how to save drowned people. He remembered one of them, CRP, wait no, CTR, no not that either, oh CPR. He did that.
After what seemed to almost forever, Harry finally got some of the water out of his lungs for the second time that night.
When Snape thought that Harry had all the water out of his lungs, he was wrong. Harry threw up the water on Snape.
Snape was pissed, but a bit more concerned about the young man in front of him, who suddenly grabbed onto his robes, which surprised Snape. He almost shoved Harry away before noticing, that he was shivering.
Snape, now remembered about magic (he smacked his head with his hand), did a Scourgify on his clothes and tried to dry Harry up.
Snape turned Harry over so he could look for what caused Harry to almost die again. When he did, it was a pretty nasty cut, it was about an inch long and deep.
"Damn you Potter. Why didn't you say something?" Snape said to no one in particular.
Snape actually carried Harry to the bedroom next door, Snape was almost sure it was Harry's because he doesn't think that any of him muggle relatives has an owl cage or quidditch books. He placed Harry on the bed, and worked on Harry's wound. He used various healing, cleaning and anti infection potions and crèmes from his emergency bag, which was shrunken.
When he finished about an hour later, he put some gauze on a small portion that wouldn't heal.
As he turned to sit on the desk chair, he heard Harry mumble," Please make them stop talking. So many..."
"So many what?" Snape asked,
"So many voices in my head," Harry said in his sleep. "Make them stop."
Snape decided that Harry was just having a bad dream, so he gave him a Dreamless Sleep Potion and that he will speak to him about what happened when he woke up. So what did you guys think? Yawns night kids