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A/N: Sorry it took me so long, I just found the chapter then retyped it so trust me when i say luck is with you or you would have waited another two weeks or more! .
Gracefully, of course, Snape exited the hearth into Dumbledore's office. "Albus we need-"
"He isn't here Severus." A portrait spoke.
Refraining from stomping his foot like a child would do he merely scowled. "Where is he then? I have important information concerning Potter." Snape regretted it instantly for opening his mouth. The portraits on the wall miraculously awoke and spoke a mile a minute. They all wanted to know. How did he ever get himself into these messes he never would understand.
Thankfully, no more than 10 minutes later he finally made it out of the Headmaster's office and was now on his way to the infirmary. One of the portraits had mentioned it and he hoped it wasn't too serious. Dear Merlin I've gone soft. Scowl deepening he hurried his steps. He wanted this done quickly and painlessly.
Flicking his wrist at the Infirmary doors they opened. Waltzing in he was surprised to see Neville Longbottom chatting with Madame Pomfrey. It didn't seem pleasant considering the boy was squirming in his place.
"I threatened to petrify him and drag him down here if he protested and well -" Snape's steps faltered for a moment.
Did I hear right? Peering over the boys shoulder his eyebrow arched, the only outward sign of his shock. Well, Longbottom has finally found a backbone. "Mr. Longbottom," If he were the type of person to smile he would've, but he wasn't; he watched as Neville stiffened. "you are aware that curfew has ended?"
Snape watched as Neville quickly ran from the infirmary, frightened. I still got it. Maybe I haven't gone soft. Now all I have to do is wait until Potter awakens. (a moment of silence as Snape glared at the still form of Harry Potter.) Oh hurry up already.
How long has it been? Snape sat on a comfortable seat he had conjured. A pile of essays rested on his lap. He had decided to work while he waited for the bane of his existence to awaken. Quickly glancing out the window he noted it was dawn. The soft hues colored the sky in pinks, violets and yellows, an extraordinary sight considering the wards around the castle was the only reason for such a sight. It would last a little under an hour before the paleness of the sky set in, he would die before he admitted to anyone he found the sight fascinating every time.
A soft hiss diverted Snape's attention. His eyes immediately fell on the bed where Harry's thin frame quivered slightly, teeth chattering. This is unexpected. Well Potter, you got yourself in a predicament. Snape carefully set aside his paper on a small bedside desk and stood. His robe remained on the seat and he rolled his long sleeves up, just below his elbows.
"Let's see how far your stupidity has gotten you Potter." Snape murmured as he carefully placed his finger on the boys jaw line and drag it to behind the ear. There, it was ice cold and seemed to be growing from behind the ear to the hairline.
Moving his hand away he brought it to the Harry's eyelids where he lifted one. Harry tried to move away but Snape simply held his head in place with his free hand. "Quit your blubbering Potter. I have to see how far your carelessness has taken you."
Snape quickly noted the blue fleck that was mixed in with the green that seemed duller. With a heavy sigh he grabbed Harry's wrist to feel the pulse. It wasn't normal; it would be fast one moment then slow another and would stop for a prolong second before beating. It was as if he died and then his body jumpstarted again.
"How is he Professor?" A solemn voice asked.
Snape sighed and carefully brought the blanket up to Harry's chin. "Not well." Snape turned and graced the younger man in front of him with a slight smile. "That is, he's doing slightly better than I thought but still his outcome is not good, Professor."
"Should I inform his guardian then?" Charlie asked with his own half smile.
"Dumbledore said not to as of yet but what has ever stopped you before?" Snape said with a raised eyebrow.
Charlie paced forward hand over his heart. "Professor, you wound me. I would never do such a thing as to disobey a direct order." he was close enough to see the carefully hidden humor in the other mans eyes.
"Mhm. That's -" the rest of Snape's comments were muffled by firm lips and persistent tongue, he soon however forgot what he was prepared to say.
Harry felt horrible. He was sure he was an icicle and to top it all off he had just opened his eyes to a sight that was surely to give him nightmares. A sight that was now burned into his subconscious; He had just witnessed Charlie Weasley making out with none other than Professor Snape. Yuck.
Draco threw the very old book across the room in frustration. He grumbled under his breath obscenities and curses he planned to give two particular persons who put him in this position. "Damn mud blood wait 'till I get my hands on her scrawny neck and - FINALLY!" Draco shouted in aggravation.
Atop the table was an old tomb that was opened midway. To make searching easier he had used a spell so that certain words were searched and when that specific popped up it would glow indicating where it was in the very tiny small print. Over an hour, an hour of him searching through countless books varying in size, width, and font, just to find a paragraph of the subject Illusione de Me.
Authors Note: sigh at least NOW we have some progress but i wonder what'll happen next? hmm.... so much can happen with so many twists and turns. cackles loudly and very evilly
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