The MInd Switch.....
story by: Snapes Apprentice
Chapter 13: Realization
(A/N:hey everyone. sorry for not updating. tons of things going on. I haven't had time to update at all, but in my free time, at school, I have been writing like constantly, upcoming chapters. thanks guys for sticking with me!)
Draco stared at him, the information not sinking in.
"What is angel..." draco started to ask, but was interrupted when Dumbledore help up his hand to stop him. "The disease is Angiodema. It is hereditary, so more that likely it came from your mother or fathers side of the family." Dumbledore replied quite smoothly.
Draco looked down at his hands, as they started to shake all over again. "I know what it is called. But...what is it? I mean, how do you know it is...whatever it is called?"
Dumbledore looked up at the ceiling, and started to twiddle his thumbs, not answering the boy for a few minutes.
Draco started to sweat as he was growing anxious."Professor?"
"Oh, yes. of course." he looked back at him, and gave a small smile.
"Well...all the symptoms you have been experiencing, the swelling, dizzyness, and more we think has to be the cause of it. There was only one other person like this, who had Angiodema, but she died almost a year later..." he said, trailing off for a moment, obviously lost in thought.
His eyes went back to him, and he continues his story, placing his hands carfully in his lap.
"We found, Professor Sprout and I, that you could get this rare disease from too much stress, some food you eat, and other different things that I do not care to discuss with you, since you are still quite young, right now." Dumbledore replied, looking at him with concentration.
"There are many different forms of it, and we are not exactly positive on which one you have. It could be deadly harry, but we are quite positive we can help you." he said, and looked him square in the eye. "It is so rare, only 1 in 75,000 people have it."
He started to feel the sick feeling come on again, as all the information was leeking into him.
"I am 80% sure you have this, but there could be a possibility you don't, which would be a miricle"he added, standing up.
"I am sorry, Mr. Potter, but I must go talk to Poppy for a moment." he said, giving him a small wink, and dissapearing around the curtain, at the other side of the room.
Just then, the door slammed open, and revealed Harry barging into the foyer. "Malfoy, what in the hell happened?" Hary was saying, almost screaming.
He sat down beside him, and bent down so his arms were on his legs. "Rumors around the school is that you fainted in the kitchens."
He hesitated, afraid to answer, because he figured the Headmaster was listening close by, as everything was quiet and still.
"My name is Harry, Malfoy. Can you not remember that far back?" Draco said, and smirked slightly.
"Yes, for your information, I did faint in the kitchens, because I was dizzy, even though it really is none of your business." Draco said, laying back on the bed.
Harry looked at him with a cold glare, and draco pointed to the curtain, and said in a quiet voice, "Dumbledore", as Draco put his arm back down.
His eyes got wide as recognition suddenly framed his face. He stood up quickly, and scanned the long room, before turning back to him. "Shut up, Potter. Your no better than that muggle lover Weasley. All you are is the freaking, god-send worship boy who lived." Harry replied. He strode out of the Wing, and slammed the door behind him.
He sighed and covered himself up more, wondering what possessed Harry to say that about himself. Professor Dumbledore then came out into the room, past draco, without looking at him, but had a small smile on his face.
He arrived at the door and opened it, and turned back to draco. "You, my dear boy, will be able to go back to your usual routine tomorrow. But for right now, you shall sleep and get a good nights rest. Have pleasant dreams, Mr. Potter." dumbedore said, smiling at him, before he exited the wing and closed the doors quietly behind him.
‡Snapes Apprentice‡
story by: Snapes Apprentice
Chapter 13: Realization
(A/N:hey everyone. sorry for not updating. tons of things going on. I haven't had time to update at all, but in my free time, at school, I have been writing like constantly, upcoming chapters. thanks guys for sticking with me!)
Draco stared at him, the information not sinking in.
"What is angel..." draco started to ask, but was interrupted when Dumbledore help up his hand to stop him. "The disease is Angiodema. It is hereditary, so more that likely it came from your mother or fathers side of the family." Dumbledore replied quite smoothly.
Draco looked down at his hands, as they started to shake all over again. "I know what it is called. But...what is it? I mean, how do you know it is...whatever it is called?"
Dumbledore looked up at the ceiling, and started to twiddle his thumbs, not answering the boy for a few minutes.
Draco started to sweat as he was growing anxious."Professor?"
"Oh, yes. of course." he looked back at him, and gave a small smile.
"Well...all the symptoms you have been experiencing, the swelling, dizzyness, and more we think has to be the cause of it. There was only one other person like this, who had Angiodema, but she died almost a year later..." he said, trailing off for a moment, obviously lost in thought.
His eyes went back to him, and he continues his story, placing his hands carfully in his lap.
"We found, Professor Sprout and I, that you could get this rare disease from too much stress, some food you eat, and other different things that I do not care to discuss with you, since you are still quite young, right now." Dumbledore replied, looking at him with concentration.
"There are many different forms of it, and we are not exactly positive on which one you have. It could be deadly harry, but we are quite positive we can help you." he said, and looked him square in the eye. "It is so rare, only 1 in 75,000 people have it."
He started to feel the sick feeling come on again, as all the information was leeking into him.
"I am 80% sure you have this, but there could be a possibility you don't, which would be a miricle"he added, standing up.
"I am sorry, Mr. Potter, but I must go talk to Poppy for a moment." he said, giving him a small wink, and dissapearing around the curtain, at the other side of the room.
Just then, the door slammed open, and revealed Harry barging into the foyer. "Malfoy, what in the hell happened?" Hary was saying, almost screaming.
He sat down beside him, and bent down so his arms were on his legs. "Rumors around the school is that you fainted in the kitchens."
He hesitated, afraid to answer, because he figured the Headmaster was listening close by, as everything was quiet and still.
"My name is Harry, Malfoy. Can you not remember that far back?" Draco said, and smirked slightly.
"Yes, for your information, I did faint in the kitchens, because I was dizzy, even though it really is none of your business." Draco said, laying back on the bed.
Harry looked at him with a cold glare, and draco pointed to the curtain, and said in a quiet voice, "Dumbledore", as Draco put his arm back down.
His eyes got wide as recognition suddenly framed his face. He stood up quickly, and scanned the long room, before turning back to him. "Shut up, Potter. Your no better than that muggle lover Weasley. All you are is the freaking, god-send worship boy who lived." Harry replied. He strode out of the Wing, and slammed the door behind him.
He sighed and covered himself up more, wondering what possessed Harry to say that about himself. Professor Dumbledore then came out into the room, past draco, without looking at him, but had a small smile on his face.
He arrived at the door and opened it, and turned back to draco. "You, my dear boy, will be able to go back to your usual routine tomorrow. But for right now, you shall sleep and get a good nights rest. Have pleasant dreams, Mr. Potter." dumbedore said, smiling at him, before he exited the wing and closed the doors quietly behind him.
‡Snapes Apprentice‡