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Very important cough A/N: Any spelling and/or grammar mistakes are here forth seen as a jokke.


Have you ever had an elephant running over (and maybe jumping on) your head? I dare say you haven't. Harry Potter had never felt that much of a headache (it had felt more like the head splitting open the times the scar really had hurt). But he was almost sure that the headache Professor Severus Snape (a.k.a slimy git a.k.a over grown bat a.k.a Snivellus, etc. etc.) for the moment endured was like ten running and jumping elephants. He couldn't help but to snicker evilly.

The first thing Professor Snape did when he woke up was to curse his own existence. Harry understood why. He would've too, if he had come across that spell. That however, didn't mean that he wasn't gleeful. Snape had made a hell for Harry during Potions classes when Harry went to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the truth was that Harry would give him some pretty nasty spells, if his wand wasn't lost and broken.

Then something occurred to Harry: Was Snape's wand still with him? It wouldn't be good if Snape had a wand, and Harry didn't. But then again, if Snape had a wand… maybe they could break out from this damned cell. Hallelujah!

In all honesty, Harry waited at least a couple of minutes to give Snape some time to recover before bothering him with questions. It wasn't his fault that Snape was in a cranky mood. It wasn't he who had cast that spell… um… yes, it actually was.


"So…" Harry said when Snape had stopped swearing. He enjoyed seeing his silhouette jump in surprise. "How does our dear Sleeping Beauty feel today?"

"Potter? Is that you?" Even though Snape's voice was full with hatred and loathing, Harry could hear a surprised tone in his former teacher's voice.

"No. It's your conscience. You should be nice to students, especially students from the Gryffindor house."

"Of all the students in Hogwarts, including the confounded Know – it – all, it was bound to be you."

"Of course Professor", Harry cheekily said. "Aren't you happy? Now we can have some time alone, far away from any disturbances…" He flattered his eyelashes, though he knew that Snape couldn't see it. Snape remained silent, ignoring him. He was probably trying to remember what happened. After several minutes in silence, Harry began to wonder if he had died. Unfortunately Snape was alive, proving this by speaking.

"Where are we, Potter?" Harry could tell that it had cost some of Snape's pride to ask him. Well, that was always something…

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. Strange. Even though he knew that nobody than him would know (and see) what his body did, he still shrugged his shoulders, nodded or shake his head. He was almost certain that Snape was rolling his eyes because of his least favourite student's answer. Git.

"How's your head, Professor?" He asked in a mock concerning tone.

"That's none of your business, Potter", Snape snapped. So his headache was still there… Good.

Silence remained.

"Do you have your wand?"

"You shall call me 'sir' or 'professor'", Snape all but barked.

"You're not my teacher anymore", Harry informed him in a cool voice. "Do you have your wand?" Snape seemed to argue with himself before he grudgingly muttered:

"No."

Great. He was stuck with a person that hated his guts before he even had met him. Neither of them had a wand. There wasn't a way out. The only positive thing Harry could think about was that Snape had a really bad headache and couldn't cast a spell on him. Tap. Tap. Tap. Harry barley convinced him self that banging his head in the stone wall wouldn't make anything better.


"Hermione." His voice was low, barley above a whisper.

"I told you to call me 'sir'."

"No, I mean: Hermione! What happened to her? Is she alive?" Harry's stomach turned unpleasantly. It took some seconds for Snape to answer. Harry wasn't sure if it was for the headache, or for Snape's amusement to know something Harry didn't.

"The last time I saw her; yes. She was conjuring away Goyle Senior's front teeth. Then, we were divided." Harry let out his breath. He didn't know if he could handle another death.

"What about Ginny and Luna? Didn't they follow you as well?" Snape snorted.

"They certainly were, but I transmitted them to Madam Pomfrey. They were better off healing people than killing them." That was an uncharacteristic incite of Snape, Harry thought.

"Molly Weasley would have me killed if I let her daughter fight in a battle", Snape said under his breath, but Harry heard him. Both of them returned to each other thoughts. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Well", Harry said after awhile, false cherish in his voice, "at least we have some water."


Snape had gone back to sleep. Harry guessed that it was a side effect from the spell. So, what to do? He didn't want to start singing again; his throat had begun to hurt. It would be fun to prank Snape… but he didn't have the things a great prank needed to have. Speaking about that… where was his invisibility cloak? And the Marauders' Map? All his things, all the items he cared about (even the persons he cared about) seemed to be spread with the wind. What if he never found them again, when he had come out? What if he never found any of them? He would be alone... with a lot of cats like his only company. That's great! I'll be a male Mrs. Figg!

Tap. Fifty – five. Tap. Fifty – six. Tap. Fifty – seven. Tap. Okay, this wasn't fun… Tap. Fifty – eight. What else could he do? Snape was sleeping. And Harry was beyond bored. He began to feel apathetic. When we have survived this and are out, I will write a book. Bet everyone will buy it just because I'm the Boy – Who – Lived. How depressing…Tap. Tap. Maybe he could count the drops in French? He vaguely remembered an older girl trying to teach him spell the numbers. She had lived rather near him, at Privet Drive, but then she moved. He didn't even remember her face. How long time ago was that memory? Tap. Tap. Tap. Um… let's see… Tap. Tap. Um…un? Tap. Yeah, that's it. Un. Tap. Deux. Tap. Trois. Tap. Quatre. Tap. Cinq. Tap.


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