A/N: This chapter is rather short, but I promise that I will write a lot soon. I'll have two weeks of autumn holidays in 9 days and god knows I need them! sigh

But until then I'll have the pleasure (no kidding, I swear!) to write an English test tomorrow. Hey, I just love English and I hope to take advanced classes next year.

rosiegirl – Soon enough? ;) I'll be updating soon enough, I hope!

MirreZ – You like where I take the story? I think I should thank you for that, but honestly I don't know where I take the story!

lillinfields – I do love him in this condition, too. I just imagined a ill Severus and that's where the idea went. I don't think they will bond over this but there will be something.

Jack Wilde – I'm sorry to disappoint you but that's not quite how the story will turn out. But I'm not sure about the part with the lost son, yet.

ShadowedHand – Sorry to disappoint you, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. I just don't have the time or the ideas to write more than that by now. You just wouldn't believe how many test we are writing in school now.

moonypadfoot – Not to bad that guess, I guess. I'm not sure about the lost son, yet. I think I need a little bit of an inspiration.

Chapter 3 – When the boy will be a man; part I

Harry woke and when he realised what day it was he just turned over and hoped to fall asleep again.

"Harry! Stand up! You know which day it is!"

"Of course I do. And because of that I'll stay in bed!" he mumbled from under the blankets. "You cannot do anything to get me out of here!"

It remained silent, it was far too silent. Slowly Harry sat up and looked into Ron's wide grin.

"Now stand up and get dressed! We have to be at the pitch in about an hour."

"Of course, sir," mumbled Harry and put his feet onto the cold stone floor. "First Quidditch match of the year against Slytherin. I'm sure I will regret that I got up!"

He didn't know by now, but he certainly would curse the day before even lunchtime.

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"Harry, what are you doing? Great Hall is over there!" Ron explained when his best friend took a wrong turning.

"But I'm heading to the dungeons, Ron!" explained Harry.

"Don't tell me you are going to see Snape?! Do you want to kill yourself?"

"He told me to come to his office today to test this potion I brewed four weeks ago."

"Are you serious? He could have poisoned it in order to kill you and make it look like an accident!"

Professor Snape had recovered during the last four weeks but he still was grumpier than usual.

"If I don't show up in the next forty minutes you can come down and feel free to curse him," smirked Harry and continued on his way.

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Severus felt weak in the mornings and his head usually still ached. He felt like just staying in bed but he was expected to attend the season's first Quidditch match.

Unfortunately it was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He was very well aware that there was no chance for Malfoy to overtrump Potter by any legal capabilities, nor was the rest of the team barely able to beat Gryffindor's last years spare team.

"Why me?" he asked in a hoarse voice and got up.

He was hardly finished with dressing when someone knocked on his office door.

"Come in if you cannot avoid it," Snape shouted and made his way to his office.

"I came to test the potion as you told me, sir," explained Potter kindly.

"I know why you are here. Hang on a minute."

Snape walked over to a shelf and fetched a neatly labelled vial.

"Here, drink the whole dose at once."

Harry did as he was told and felt as if his stomach froze from inside.

"Any differences?"

"No sir. I do not feel any different from usual."

Snape looked as if this wasn't any news to him. "I would say 'Acceptable' since you didn't kill yourself with this. Still, ten points from Gryffindor. You are dismissed."

Harry stood up and left the office immediately. A look at his watch told him that there was no time for breakfast and so he ran to the locker room. He was definitely late, only fifteen minutes left, fourteen, now thirteen...

He dressed as fast as he could and left it to Ron to explain their tactic for this game: Scoring as often and as fast as they could, while Harry tried to catch the snitch as soon as possible.

"To put it in a nutshell: We have to take the Slytherins by surprise since we will end up beaten and bruised in the hospital wing if they have time to deliberate what's going on!"

Everyone nodded and Harry had another look around. They were good. Hell, the team was extraordinary this year!

Ron was the keeper, Harry seeker, Ginny and two third years were chasers and the Creevy brothers were beaters.

"Mates, they cannot beat us with any legal tactics!" Harry affirmed and smiled. "And they will be too surprised to try it with the illegal tactics! Let's go out and fight!"

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Gryffindors strategy was perfect. After only six minutes they were ahead with forty points. The Slytherins became angry and furious. One of their beaters became so angry that he aimed at Harry who was only a few feet away. Harry turned at the very moment and the bludger hit him on the nose.

"Shit!" he muttered and put away his broken glasses. At least he was able to see something through the veil of tears, blood and sweat. Pure adrenalin was pumped through his veins and so Harry managed to stay on his broom.

"That was an attack!" roared Dean Thomas, the new telecaster. "Why isn't he punished?"

Harry shook his head with amusement. Dean wasn't used to Quidditch as much as he was used to football.

Suddenly a golden glitter caught Harry's attention. Malfoy followed Harry's gaze and headed for the snitch as well. The Slytherins followed the match between the two seekers and Gryffindor scored once again. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and of course the Gryffindors screamed with triumph when Harry closed his fingers around the snitch only some seconds later.

A sudden pain hit him. His head felt like it would burst, his arms and legs ached as if they were torn apart. He gasped noiseless and clutched the snitch hard in his hand.

Then he fell.

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"Potter caught the snitch, he caught it! Gryffindor won 200 to 0. But what's wrong with Potter? No, he is falling!"

Harry felt the dull pain when he hit the ground and welcomed the soothing relieve of unconsciousness.

-

The teachers ran down to Potter. His arms lay across his face, the snitch still imprisoned by his fingers. Snape knelt down besides Harry with Dumbledore. The headmaster uncovered the boy's face and everyone around gasped.

"What happened?" asked McGonagall carefully.

"I don't know Minerva!" confessed Dumbledore. "But I have a vague idea!"

Hermione and Ron approached with the rest of Gryffindors Quidditch Team.

"What's wrong with Harry?" asked Hermione hysterical.

Dumbledore let them pass and they gasped.

They boy, he was rather a young man, laying on the ground in front of them had only few resemblances with the boy known as Harry Potter.

"Harry?" whispered Hermione. "What has happened?"

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I'm very sorry for that short chapter, but I hope to update during weekend. I just had now time the last weekend.