Snape regained a little composure after acting like a goldfish for two minutes. "This is some sort of joke, Well Potter I am not falling for it…" Snape started still suspicious. He must have thought all of the Gryffindors were going to pop out of the walls or something, which wouldn't have been impossible for Harry to do now actually.
"This is not a joke." Harry turned and left the classroom containing one shocked, silent Snape.
Harry ran up a couple of flights to get rid of some tension, then slowed down, breathing heavily and walking up the rest of the way to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Password." Said the Fat Lady.
"Unity." Harry replied, wondering if the sorting hats message last year had been a source of inspiration for it, keeping in the farthest corners of his mind the last half hour, just incase Ron felt like peeking.
"Hey, you manage to finish without Snape yelling at you?"
"Yep." Harry replied still carefully thinking about the password. Then his and Ron's stomachs growled in unison. "Shoot. I forgot about dinner, and I am really quite starving. And I don't want to use the Firebolt, as we would get in tons of trouble for running over a teacher after hours, and flying inside. Three offences at once. And I'm too tired to walk there."
"Too bad we can't apparate at all, let alone in Hogwarts. I guess I'll go again."
"Wait a minute. What you just said gave me an idea. I'll transform into my anamigas form, and then see if I can apparate through the protections. I should be able to."
"Maybe, but how are you going to explain it to the house elves?" That jogged Ron's memories from the transfer about a certain passage in a certain Encyclopedia of Snakes.
"I won't apparate exactly into the kitchens, just in front of the door."
"Okay then, if you are sure, be careful."
"I will," Harry transformed with a small pop. In his place was the Alpine Mini-Dragon.
He remembered what the book said about going into nothing, and then back to where he wanted. He took a large breath, and wished to be in a void.
It was very suddenly dark and cold. He screamed and couldn't hear himself. He wanted to go back NOW! He was back in the Gryffindor Common Room, flapping wildly and hissing very loudly.
Still panicking, he transformed back into a human. He had forgotten to land first. There was a loud thud and then his arms, legs, stomach and face hurt. There was a very loud noise. It was his voice; he had forgotten to stop screaming.
He stopped screaming. He looked over at a very pale-faced Ron. "Opps. I panicked a bit. I'm going to try that again."
He popped back into his anamigas form, and tried to fly, but it didn't work to well this time, as his arms had big bruises on them. One of his arms gave way and he fell back down to the ground spinning, hissing wildly. There was a pop, and a piercing scream filled the room once again.
He looked over at a very, very pale faced and wide-eyed Ron, "NO!! You are NOT trying that again."
Just then a large stamped of once sleeping children burst into the common room from the dormitories, and the portrait door opened, framing a Minerva McGonagall in PJs with fluffy pink bunny slippers.
Ron would have laughed if the situation not been so bad. As it was, he tried to follow the crowd quietly back up the stairs, but he noticed everyone was moving the other way, and Harry was just standing there.
"Go back to bed, all of you. No, Ron, stay here, I want to talk to you about this." McGonagall said dangerously. After everyone had walked back to their dorms, she continued.
"What do you think you are doing? You have woken everyone up at this hour and…"
"That's not true Professor, Hermione's still asleep."
"Well, let the one sound sleeper get their rest, and wake up everyone else then. What did you expect me to do? Explain yourselves."
McGonagall obviously was not awake enough to be as concise as she normally was, but she still was not in any mood resembling good. "Well, um, Harry was walking, and I, um, had my foot out, and Harry tripped over it. Harry fell and screamed. Then, er, I stood up from surprise, wanting to help Harry up and, and He was still on my foot, so he was sent rolling across the floor, bumped into the wall, and screamed some more.
"Sorry Harry, are you okay?"
Silence. Ron looked at Harry. Both Harry's arms appeared to be at funny angles, and his eyes were glazed. Then both their stomachs growled again. Why, why couldn't Harry have just let him walk? Him and his big stupid mouth. That's where Harry got the idea in the first place.
When McGonagall turned to Harry, she let out a small gasp at his condition. "Quickly, let's get him to the hospital wing." She conjured a stretcher, and magiked Harry onto it. They practically flew down to the hospital wing. "By the way, did you guys get any dinner?"
"Of course we got dinner." Ron's stomach growled again and gave him another painful twinge. "Okay, we forgot about dinner, we were studying really hard on some really interesting magic, and then we remembered about Snape's detention, and then we forgot that we were hungry until we were both in the Gryffindor Common Room, sitting down, and that's when Harry tripped over my feet in his hurry to get some food without being caught."
"Don't worry about it. I'll have Poppy give you two some food, but watch the time more carefully in the future! And be less clumsy!"
"It's not likely to happen again," Ron said thinking of how they had decided to go to dinner a bit late, and Harry did lots of magic, making them forget Lupin, and then just as they were about to race to catch dinner they remembered Lupin, and had to discuss stuff with him.
"I should hope not!"
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*Hospital Wing, Friday, 11:45 am*
(A/N: Don't ask me how they know the time, as the wizarding world doesn't have clocks don't tell time. Maybe they're like Data, from star trek, and all have mental clocks in their heads.)
Harry opened his eyes and saw not cloth above him, but the stark white of the Hospital Wing. Why was he here? Was something missing? Like part of his heart or/and brain? He groaned, not out of pain, but out of anticipation of boredom… In the Hospital Wing AGAIN!
"Harry, are you alright, are you awake?"
He remembered why he was here. The unsuccessful flight yesterday. If only I just didn't panic it would have worked. I wonder what Ron said as an excuse. I think I might have been pretty loud. "Yeah, why am I here?"
I don't think so! And yes you were! Please DON'T try it again! YOU ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED! YOU HAD US WORRIED TO DEATH!
Harry let out a groan of pain from the accompanying mental slap. Ron covered it up by talking very quickly.
"You went to go get dinner, and tripped over my feet. Then I stood up, and sent you rolling across the room. You crashed into the wall with a loud thud, and broke both your arms. You were in shock. Don't you remember? Madam Pomfrey said that you were also suffering from shock. She thought it was suspicious that you got so injured on accident. I told her we weren't fighting, but I think she will ask you too. Even though I don't have a scratch on me, she said that wasn't final proof. I am taller than you by about 5 inches. I just managed to get in today."
"You? Dangerous? Definitely not. However, I do need someone to clean my room for me. Maybe I could tell her…" Harry teased Ron with an evil grin worthy of the Twins.
Ron whacked Harry in the head with a pillow, and Harry pretended to fall off his bed and scream in pain.
"What is going on here? What did you do Ron?" Madam Pomfrey was talking in a very dangerous voice, her eyes narrowed at Ron.
"We were just playing. I'm fine. I feel better than ever. And last night was my fault and accident caused by me, not him." Then he remembered the cover story. "Well maybe a little by him. But that was definitely an accident." His mind was still a little foggy, but he didn't want her to notice, and keep him there longer. And he definitely wanted to get Ron back on her good side. It was nice to wake up and have a friendly face tell you all that's going on.
Madam Pomfrey looked very reassured at Harry's genuine tone. She decided to let things slide a bit. She was feeling very lenient today. "Be more careful next time. I'll give you a check-up to see if you can go to your classes next week." She proceeded to do so.
"But I have to go to my classes this week. It's very important." Harry was a bit nervous. He didn't want whatever Salazar did to happen to him while in the hospital wing. He wanted to be FREE!
"I know for a fact that most teachers just review the first week of school. What possible reason would make your presents necessary?"
"Because I am going to be in the Hospital Wing all next week."
*Harry* Ron growled at him cautioning, un-thinking-ly reverting to his anamigas speech, which came naturally now that he had practiced so much with his potential opened.
Sorry I hadn't meant to say that. It just slipped out.
Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened so Harry quickly said, "I mean I'm in here so often, that if I don't go back out often, I'll be here more often then in my dorms. And I promise I will be much more careful. I don't intend to be that clumsy again, ever!"
"Well, if you promise that; and you will come strait back here if you feel the slightest bit ill."
Harry stared; he couldn't believe his good fortune. He thought that she was going to keep him for much longer, and was very relieved.
"Run along to class before I change my mind."
"Can't we just go to lunch?"
She looked at the time, "Yes, you may."
They rushed down to the Great Hall, and took their seats. Everything was quiet and empty.
Harry just remembered something. "Where's Hermione, Ron?"
"She's going to Advanced DADA so that you and me don't fall to far behind." They both rolled their eyes, as they knew that Lupin had to teach the rest of the class stuff they had already covered in DA. Dumbledore's Army.
Maybe we should get a new name. Oh well. Later. Wait, "Ron, did you say that you just got in today! And why is Hermione going to DADA? We don't have that until Friday!"
"What? Oh yeah, you just caught on now? Well you've been out for 5 days. Don't worry. We copied all our homework, so you can read it really fast. But we didn't learn anything new besides school stuff, because we weren't able to get back into your library in the Chamber of Secrets. We did manage to convince Salazar's snakes to go to your dormitories and stay there. We also managed to get Crookshanks to hunt for mice for them, as we didn't want two unidentified green snakes loose where anybody might see them. They aren't on the pet list, and you already have Hedwig. McGonagall might freak if she saw them on one of her rare trips into the Common Room. Hermione and I have been worried sick that you wouldn't wake up in time. I mean, if Salazar went through all that work, what would happen if you were asleep and disappointed him?"
Ron finally noticed that Harry wasn't saying anything. In fact, his eyes were quite wide. *What is it* Ron growled a bit forcefully, annoyed.
"Rooooonnnnnnn…" You-know-who is standing right behind you. He just became un-invisible. Harry sounded very worried.
Ron gasped.
I meant Dumbledore. Harry's mind voice sounded slightly annoyed, but mostly very worried.
Ron gasped again, this time for a different reason. How much did he hear?