Chapter Three

By: Catti

"Well, well, well! You have proven yourself again, Potter! I will
leave you alone to think about what you have done. Perhaps some
suffering will teach you more than a simple essay."

With these words Snape left Harry looking stupefied at the door,
which closed with a crash. He started to think about what he was
going to do about his current situation. He looked at his pale,
bloody ankle and sighed, this could be a long wait. He found a better
position and again felt massive shots of pain through his now
throbbing ankle. This was going to be a long wait indeed.

Snape was boiling, that bloody brat had gone against his orders once
again. And this time his situation was a little more serious than it
had been the last time. Even he couldn't help that brat so easily
anymore. If he wanted to do anything he was have to do some research.
And if someone found out about the situation, he would be persecuted
for not telling. Damn brat. What would he say to Remus now, it was
his duty to look after Harry now, he supposed. What if Remus was to
see what state Harry was in? Then everyone will ask what I know about
it. And I didn't tell them anything about Harry's earlier behavior,
and that was mistake I see now.. Now I could be in trouble if they
find out about Harry's foolishness. Damn that boy to hell. And when he
realized this, he stopped, turned around, and went back to Harry. He
didn't know exactly how he was going to keep everyone in the dark,
but he was have to do it anyway for his own sake.

Snape was striding angrily when he almost crashed into the werewolf
who was startled when he saw the angry look on Snape's face. When he
recovered from his shock he said quietly to Snape:

"You found him then!"

Snape started to glare at werewolf in irritation and stated back to
him.

"Yeah, you can leave him suffering for messing with me, now get out
of my way so I can deal with him."

Remus glanced at Snape warily when he said that. Then he expectantly
looked at Snape, because he wanted to know more about what was going
on with Snape and Harry; Snape had been acting oddly whenever Harry
was mentioned, so he asked outright.

"Are you going to tell me what is going on? Where is he anyway? I
want see him, if you could be so kind and tell me where he is."

Snape looked at him with his most intense warning glare and said
coldly.

"No! And don't bother to search for him now. He is helping me at my
laboratory," Then Snape shifted closer to the Werewolf's face and
said "and if you dare disturb my punishment for his attitude, I can't
guarantee what I'll do. The Boy should learn what he is doing since
he is our only hope in this war. You should know, after all he has
already killed damn godfather of his."

Remus could only gape while Snape had his outburst, and then Snape
gave his last death glare, before exiting. For a long time, Remus
stood rooted in his spot and wonder what the hell happened with
Harry to put Snape in such a bad mood. Though he thought almost
anything Harry did could do it for sure. He wondered if he should go
and check on Harry, but when he remembered how angry Snape had been,
he thought it wouldn't do any good for now.

Snape was grateful when he got rid of the werewolf finally. He
thought triumphantly that now they would get some peace from him for
while. So he started to walk to the mirror room again, now a little
calmer than before. His outburst had apparently cleared his thoughts
a little bit. He was actually able to think clearly for the first time
again after seeing Potter. This teaser was beginning to be real
problem so far. Sighing he walked up to the door of the mirror room
and opened it reluctantly but he knew that he would surely have to do
it.

Harry had dosed off while he was waiting and was startled when he
heard Snape loudly calling his name next to him.

"Potter, we are going now, I will stand you up and you will grab of
my hand, do you got it?!"

One glance from Harry told him that there was no refusing. Snape's
eyes were dangerously narrow and dark so he answered quietly. But
still he was glancing angrily at Snape during it.

"Yes sir!"

Snape grabbed his hand fairly hard and he yelped from the pain, but
apparently Snape didn't notice it because he only pulled him up and
that was painful experience too. What a git. Apparently now when they
were up, Snape had seen how much pain he was in, because he took his
wand into his hand and whispered something that Harry couldn't hear.
Only when he started to feel his ankle numbing did he know that Snape
was done, the next spell put his leg into a big bandage and then
Snape said:

"Now you can walk well enough to get to my laboratory, and there we
can do some work for your leg. I would love to keep it like that, but
what would all the others say in a case like that. Come after me
quickly. We don't want anybody seeing us!"

His leg was much better indeed, though he knew it wasn't permanent.
It was still hard to keep up with Snape because he was walking so
quickly, and his leg was a bit clumsy if you compared it with healthy
leg. But he knew there was no sense in complaining about Snape's
walking speed. He was in too bad a mood already without his
complaining too. Luckily nobody had seen. He wondered what hell Snape
was doing now for their situation. He saw how Snape was pretty far in
front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it. Though he really
tried to walk quicker, but his leg was too clumsy. The git didn't
realize that one. Now he saw that Snape was looking at him furiously
and said:

"I said quickly, why the hell are you are delaying!"

Harry said back bravely:

"This damn leg is so clumsy that I can't keep up with you. Why don't -
Now Snape had stopped finally and looked dangerously at Harry and said
in so quiet a voice that Harry could hardly hear:

"If you want me to train you, you have to do what I say. And no more
training yourself, or you will hope you weren't even born! I don't
want to do any more useless healing" Now Snape was turned around and
started striding forward again. But after couple of steps he turned around
again and said, "And no more accidents like last year!"

Harry was listening while Snape said all this and he knew at once
that this was his only chance, he could do the other thing because of
that damn Trelawney. Snape could really help him on his way to
victory. He must be a very good expert with dark curses since he was
deatheater in Voldemort's group. He was glancing at Snape hopefully
and thought that this was his only choice to get help with his fight
and this time he couldn't mess up. Last time he didn't even try to
practise and what was the result, Sirius was dead because him. He
felt pain hit him hard when he thought about it.

And actually Snape was always trying to help him, well almost always.
And now could have told to others about his training and spoiled it.
And nobody wanted him to practice now. If Dumbledore knew he would
stop it, he proved it when he sent those useless books about Quidditch and
Wizard chess. So it was pretty sure what he thought. But Snape, he actually
said he can teach me to fight. Without any obligations he said he can teach
me, though he really hates me, Harry thought while his heart was beating like
crazy.

Then he glanced at his wounded leg accidentally and realised that they
should go for now. Anybody could see his leg, which was in a bandage
and then everything would be spoiled. If anybody else saw his leg
everything would be over. It was only magic that kept it in walking
shape. And how long was the magic going to hold. They were going to
have to hurry so he quickly said:

"Yes sir, I'll walk faster."

Harry watched as Snape turned around and kept walking toward the
laboratory at exactly same speed as before. So Harry sighed and
started to walk again though his leg was starting to hurt again. He
really tried to walk as quickly as Snape was but it was a little
harder each time. Apparently Snape's magic was started to wear off,
but Harry didn't complain. Luckily he saw the door of Laboratory
already, then it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. So he kept
him walking forward by leaning on the wall for now. He ground his
teeth together and it helped him bear the pain of his leg while
walking. The door was getting nearer, but the pain in his leg was
getting worse as well.

It was only six of feet but now he couldn't move any farther. His leg
was now as bad as it had been before Snape had done anything to it,
worse actually because he had walked on it. Harry glanced at the door
that was near but still too far away for his leg. He glanced at Snape
and realized that he should ask for help, and from Snape not less. It
shouldn't been such a big deal but everyone thought that it was so
absurd. If Ron knew what he was doing he would be horrified about
everything and Hermione would encourage him to do it. He knew Snape
was waiting impatiently for him in the laboratory and that he would
have make his move. So he simply said:

"Sir, I think your spell has faded, I don't think I can walk any
longer with my leg."

He could hear Snape slam something on something else and then Snape
started to talk.

"Damn, you should have walked a little quicker and it wouldn't have
faded away so fast. I can't use that same spell on it any longer if I
want to cure your leg sometime soon. "

And now Harry saw how Snape thought something too happy for his good.
On Snape's face appeared an evil grin and he swallowed when he
thought about what it could mean. And he wasn't disappointed, he
watched in terror as Snape lifted his wand and said with evil grin:

"You won't like this! Locomotor corpse!"( I hope this locomoter
corpse is right spell!)

Harry felt his body being lifted off of the floor and he couldn't do
anything to control it. He gulped and looked underneath him and then
swallowed again. He knew Snape had used that same spell on him during
his third year but at the time he had been unconscious. This
certainly didn't feel good, he couldn't control any part of his body
and it felt like it was moving forward on its own. He closed his
eyes and hoped that it would end soon. This was much worse than
flooing too. Soon, though not soon enough, he felt himself sinking
downward until he was sitting on the floor again. He opened his eyes
again but didn't dare lift his head to look upward. He could only
imagine how Snape was looking at him amused. Then he heard Snape say
in highly amused voice:

"Enjoying yourself, Potter!"