Hello, everyone. Mandy here. Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I had a
stupid performance/meeting thingy, so, I didn't really have time. Plus,
whenever I tried to update, fanfiction wouldn't let me. It was down.
Sorry, again! But, you didn't come here to here my excuses, did you? But,
I would like to quickly thank all who have reviewed my story! My wonderful
reviewers are: Dragon Tears Wing, SailorSaturnCosmo, The Cat That Killed
Curiosity, and Rebel Out For Blood. Thanx, guys! I would also like to
thank Klutzyfreaq666, for, again, helping me with my story. If you guys
get tired of hearing her name, I apologize, because I will be mentioning
her before almost every chapter.
Plus, in my reviews, I heard that you guys wanted my chapters to be longer. I apologize if you find them too short, though this chapter should be longer. These were supposed to be chapters 3 and 4, but they were a good sized chapter if I put them together, and reading just one of the chapters would most likely be a waist of your time. Once again, thanx for reading, and enjoy the chapter! ~Mandy
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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 3
Harry, McGonagall, Justin, and Snape soon arrived at the Hospital Wing, and Madam Pomfrey came bustling over to them, assisting both boys to hospital beds.
"What happened to them?" she asked McGonagall as she was treating one of Justin's bad gashes. All the while, Justin held an icepack to his swollen, soon to be, black eye.
"It appears that the two boys were involved in a fistfight, Poppy," McGonagall stated.
"As it appears," Madam Pomfrey muttered as she walked over to a cabinet, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a bandage and splint for Justin's sprained wrist. She then walked back over to him to treat it. "Potter and Finch-Fletchley will have to stay for the night," Madam Pomfrey continued. "I'll make sure that I send Professor Dumbledore over here first thing."
"Thank-you, Poppy," Snape added before he and McGonagall left (A/N: Minds out of the gutters, people!)
After she had finished attending to Justin, she walked over to Harry, examining his ripped robes and broken glasses. She muttered a quick spell, and his glasses looked new again. (A/N: Sorry! Please don't question that I know nothing about the Harry Potter books (or the world of Harry Potter, for that matter) because I didn't mention the name of the spell that Madam Pomfrey used, because, in reality, I know a lot about Harry Potter. Big fan, here! I'm just not the best speller, and don't know how to spell it. Plus, I'm too lazy. Sorry! Now, back to chapter!)
She handed Harry and icepack to hold against his eye, after he had taken his glasses off to do so. After handing him the ice, she turned to his sleeves, and was about to roll them up, when Harry stopped her. (Can anyone guess why?)
"Don't," he said simply.
"Mr. Potter, I must tend to the cuts under your sleeves, now, if you will excuse me," Madam Pomfrey said, and was about to start rolling up his sleeves, when Harry stopped her again.
"Please, I have nothing under here that needs treating," he said, keeping his arms secured to his body.
"Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously. "Are you hiding the Dark mark under your robes?"
"NO!" Harry pleaded, frightened at the thought. "I promise I'm not."
"Mr. Potter, how do I know that you happen to be telling the truth?"
"You don't know, but I thought that you would believe me when I say that I am not harboring the Dark mark and or anything else under my robes."
"Fine, Mr. Potter, but I will make sure that Professor Dumbledore sees to you first thing in the morning. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good," she replied, and with that, handed both of the boys a sleeping potion, and soon, they were out cold.
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Harry awoke the next morning to the warmth of the sun shinning down on his face through the window.
He slowly opened his eyes, but immediately regretted it, as the sun came blazing into his eyes. He blinked a few times trying to adjust his eyes to the light. He slowly brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed them, then placed them down on the bed to hoist himself up. Sitting up, he reached over to the bedside table next to the hospital bed, grabbing his glasses and putting them on, scanning his eyes around his surroundings.
He was a bit confounded about where he was, when he remembered the rumble that he had had with Justin, the night before. The memories of the fight flushed back into his mind, and he put a hand up to his forehead in frustration. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming around the corner of the Hospital Wing.
He turned his head to see that it was Dumbledore. At the sight of this man, he groaned out in frustration and the horribleness (is that a real word?) of what he had done?
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said as he spotted Harry sitting in his bed.
"Yes, Professor," Harry mumbled, his eyes on the sheets of his bed to avoid the look he was given by Dumbledore.
"Harry, I have been informed that you and Mr. Finch-Fletchley were involved in a fight last night."
"Yes sir," Harry replied as Dumbledore stopped by his bedside.
"May I ask what caused it?"
"Justin lost his damn temper, that's all!"
"I don't think so, Mr. Potter."
"Why else would he have attacked me?!" Harry asked angrily, looking up at the old man.
"Did you say something to upset him?" Dumbledore asked, eyeing Harry suspiciously.
"What would I have said?!"
"You may have called him a Mudblood?"
It was then that Harry looked to the bed next to him to hind that Justin was no longer in it. He must have already spoken to Dumbledore.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Around 10:30," Dumbledore replied. "Now, why would you call your friend, Justin, a Mudblood?"
"He's not my *friend*," Harry said bitterly. "Besides, he was getting on my nerves!"
"How so?"
"He wouldn't leave me be. He was all upset because of Hermione, and I guess he tried to take it out on me, and when he wouldn't leave me alone, I called him a Mudblood, and the bastard lost his damn temper! Happy?!"
"No, Harry, I'm not happy. I'm very disappointed. And, I am afraid to inform you that you are to receive detention for one month, along with Mr. Finch-Fletchley, of course."
"Yes sir," Harry replied, looking back down at his sheets.
"Now, if you feel up to it, you may leave the Hospital Wing and return to Gryffindor Tower."
Harry nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Don't want to waste a perfect Sunday like this when classes are tomorrow," and with that, the Professor left.
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How did you all like that one? Thanx to all who read! Please review!!! B- Bye! A lot of exclamation points.
Plus, in my reviews, I heard that you guys wanted my chapters to be longer. I apologize if you find them too short, though this chapter should be longer. These were supposed to be chapters 3 and 4, but they were a good sized chapter if I put them together, and reading just one of the chapters would most likely be a waist of your time. Once again, thanx for reading, and enjoy the chapter! ~Mandy
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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 3
Harry, McGonagall, Justin, and Snape soon arrived at the Hospital Wing, and Madam Pomfrey came bustling over to them, assisting both boys to hospital beds.
"What happened to them?" she asked McGonagall as she was treating one of Justin's bad gashes. All the while, Justin held an icepack to his swollen, soon to be, black eye.
"It appears that the two boys were involved in a fistfight, Poppy," McGonagall stated.
"As it appears," Madam Pomfrey muttered as she walked over to a cabinet, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a bandage and splint for Justin's sprained wrist. She then walked back over to him to treat it. "Potter and Finch-Fletchley will have to stay for the night," Madam Pomfrey continued. "I'll make sure that I send Professor Dumbledore over here first thing."
"Thank-you, Poppy," Snape added before he and McGonagall left (A/N: Minds out of the gutters, people!)
After she had finished attending to Justin, she walked over to Harry, examining his ripped robes and broken glasses. She muttered a quick spell, and his glasses looked new again. (A/N: Sorry! Please don't question that I know nothing about the Harry Potter books (or the world of Harry Potter, for that matter) because I didn't mention the name of the spell that Madam Pomfrey used, because, in reality, I know a lot about Harry Potter. Big fan, here! I'm just not the best speller, and don't know how to spell it. Plus, I'm too lazy. Sorry! Now, back to chapter!)
She handed Harry and icepack to hold against his eye, after he had taken his glasses off to do so. After handing him the ice, she turned to his sleeves, and was about to roll them up, when Harry stopped her. (Can anyone guess why?)
"Don't," he said simply.
"Mr. Potter, I must tend to the cuts under your sleeves, now, if you will excuse me," Madam Pomfrey said, and was about to start rolling up his sleeves, when Harry stopped her again.
"Please, I have nothing under here that needs treating," he said, keeping his arms secured to his body.
"Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously. "Are you hiding the Dark mark under your robes?"
"NO!" Harry pleaded, frightened at the thought. "I promise I'm not."
"Mr. Potter, how do I know that you happen to be telling the truth?"
"You don't know, but I thought that you would believe me when I say that I am not harboring the Dark mark and or anything else under my robes."
"Fine, Mr. Potter, but I will make sure that Professor Dumbledore sees to you first thing in the morning. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good," she replied, and with that, handed both of the boys a sleeping potion, and soon, they were out cold.
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Harry awoke the next morning to the warmth of the sun shinning down on his face through the window.
He slowly opened his eyes, but immediately regretted it, as the sun came blazing into his eyes. He blinked a few times trying to adjust his eyes to the light. He slowly brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed them, then placed them down on the bed to hoist himself up. Sitting up, he reached over to the bedside table next to the hospital bed, grabbing his glasses and putting them on, scanning his eyes around his surroundings.
He was a bit confounded about where he was, when he remembered the rumble that he had had with Justin, the night before. The memories of the fight flushed back into his mind, and he put a hand up to his forehead in frustration. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming around the corner of the Hospital Wing.
He turned his head to see that it was Dumbledore. At the sight of this man, he groaned out in frustration and the horribleness (is that a real word?) of what he had done?
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said as he spotted Harry sitting in his bed.
"Yes, Professor," Harry mumbled, his eyes on the sheets of his bed to avoid the look he was given by Dumbledore.
"Harry, I have been informed that you and Mr. Finch-Fletchley were involved in a fight last night."
"Yes sir," Harry replied as Dumbledore stopped by his bedside.
"May I ask what caused it?"
"Justin lost his damn temper, that's all!"
"I don't think so, Mr. Potter."
"Why else would he have attacked me?!" Harry asked angrily, looking up at the old man.
"Did you say something to upset him?" Dumbledore asked, eyeing Harry suspiciously.
"What would I have said?!"
"You may have called him a Mudblood?"
It was then that Harry looked to the bed next to him to hind that Justin was no longer in it. He must have already spoken to Dumbledore.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Around 10:30," Dumbledore replied. "Now, why would you call your friend, Justin, a Mudblood?"
"He's not my *friend*," Harry said bitterly. "Besides, he was getting on my nerves!"
"How so?"
"He wouldn't leave me be. He was all upset because of Hermione, and I guess he tried to take it out on me, and when he wouldn't leave me alone, I called him a Mudblood, and the bastard lost his damn temper! Happy?!"
"No, Harry, I'm not happy. I'm very disappointed. And, I am afraid to inform you that you are to receive detention for one month, along with Mr. Finch-Fletchley, of course."
"Yes sir," Harry replied, looking back down at his sheets.
"Now, if you feel up to it, you may leave the Hospital Wing and return to Gryffindor Tower."
Harry nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Don't want to waste a perfect Sunday like this when classes are tomorrow," and with that, the Professor left.
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How did you all like that one? Thanx to all who read! Please review!!! B- Bye! A lot of exclamation points.