A/N- Yeah, it has been a long time. I am sorry. I am working on some new
stories. Tangle with Affliction is my newest story which is co written by
chips challenge. I hope you like this chapter. A rush of ideas hit me for
upcoming chapters so please review and give me some feedback. Every review
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The full moon neared and Harry had an odd feeling. The reason he was like this was because he was not experiencing the symptoms of his lycanthropy and usually by this time he did. Harry hadn't been as bored as he had thought he would be. He occasionally had lunch with Prince Sutarts but they never talked more about what they had to do. Harry felt that an idea would come in time and Sutarts seemed to feel the same way. Three mornings before June's full moon, Harry was eating breakfast in the great hall. Harry was thinking about what the end of the summer would bring when he was suddenly brought out of his reverie by a smooth voice.
"Mr. Potter," said Snape in a neutral tone, "I have some more Wolfsbane potion ready for you to take. The other one we worked on earlier probably will not work and even if it does we have to be sure. Come to my office after you are done picking at your breakfast. Don't be late either. I have things to do." With that he strode out of the great hall. Harry finished up quickly and did as he was told. He didn't really have anything else to do that morning and he did need the potion. Harry knocked on the door to Snape's office and was let in wordlessly.
"Here Potter, drink this and go," Snape told him. Harry took the potion and gulped it down in disgust. He truly hated the taste but he knew he had to take it.
A few days later Harry was flying around the Quidditch pitch when he realized he would be alone for the full moon. What would he do? Ah well, he would just be alone like he used to. He finished flying as he realized it was almost dinnertime and he had to get somewhere partially isolated before the sunset.
"Potter, you will spend the night in the dungeons by Dumbledore's orders," Snape said casually as he walked by Harry who was sitting at the head table munching on the food on his plate. Harry was slightly shocked to hear that but it was probably because Dumbledore didn't think he could take care of himself. It was typical so Harry just shrugged it off.
After he was finished and he saw Snape was finished too, he followed the potions master to the dungeons. "Listen to me Potter," he said. "There are some ground rules. You will stay in the classroom and I will be in my quarters through that door. If you need anything just....knock. Dumbledore has set up a bed for you in the corner of the classroom and I have moved my potions out of reach. You are not to leave this room. I have locking charms on the door, silencing spells and a spell that will alarm me if you try to leave, so don't. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Harry said and watched as Snape went through the door and into his quarters. Harry didn't know what to do to pass the time. Usually he would mess around with Sirius or Remus and even Hermione and Ron but not tonight... Harry lay down on the small hospital-like bed and stared up at the ceiling. It would be dark soon so Harry had to be prepared to transform and like always, it would be a painful transformation.
He still wasn't feeling the symptoms of his lycanthropy but he shrugged it off and tried to forget about that. He didn't want to get his hopes up for something that was highly unlikely. Harry didn't mean to but he fell asleep and it was surprisingly a dreamless sleep. He awoke an hour later and felt really disoriented. He didn't know where he was or what time it was. Then he remembered that he would be transforming any minute and he berated himself for falling asleep. If he transformed when he was unconscious then it would be even more painful. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. What time was it? There was no window or clock in the room so Harry didn't know how long he had until he transformed. He would just wait it out. It couldn't be too much longer....
Snape was working on his latest potion in the lab next to his quarters. It was almost midnight and long since nightfall. He should check on Potter considering he hadn't heard a peep from him since they last talked. He cleaned up what he could and pressed his ear up against the door. He heard shuffling but nothing more. Severus knew that werewolves breathing were usually heavy and whimpering usually came from them but none of that could be heard. He opened the door and was shocked to see Potter sitting on the bed as if nothing was wrong. He wasn't a werewolf...he was himself. Snape checked his pocket watch quickly. It was 11:50 p.m and most likely pitch black outside. He was speechless. Harry looked over at Snape and saw his shocked expression.
"Um...professor, what time is it? Is it almost time for me to transform? I fell asleep and I er...lost track of time."
"Potter...what...how...how are you?" Snape exclaimed in a way Harry had never heard.
"What? Why am I here?" Harry asked truly confused.
"Potter, what time do you think it is?"
"Um...I don't know..."
"Potter, it is almost midnight."
Harry shot up out of his sitting position and almost bumped his head on the bedpost. "What?" He bellowed. "How is this possible? Am I..." He just looked up at Snape for an answer.
"I have no idea but...it is obvious that you are no longer a werewolf. Come on Potter, we are going to see the headmaster.
Harry couldn't believe that he wasn't a werewolf anymore...He was just getting used to being a werewolf but now...now he wasn't one anymore? He didn't have to go through the painful monthly transformations nor have people stare at him all the time...for this particular reason. He wouldn't have to be isolated once a month if he didn't have anyone else. Was this really happening?
Dumbledore opened the door to his office. Harry didn't even realize they had made it that far. "Harry?" He asked with twinkling eyes.
"Headmaster, do you have any idea-"
"Why Mr. Potter is standing with us in his regular from?" Dumbledore finished. "Come in and take your seats gentlemen." The headmaster ushered them in and sat them down. "Now, please explain."
The two of them looked to Harry who had been working it out in his head. "Well, I fell asleep on the bed that was in Professor Snape's classroom and I woke up later and thought that it was still light out. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping. Then, Snape, I mean Professor Snape came out and told me what time it was then brought me here."
"I see..." Dumbledore said clearly pondering something.
"Professor?" Harry spoke up after a moment of silence. "Do you think it is the side effect of the potion explosion that happened? We didn't know what it was and...it could be couldn't it?"
"That is probably the case now that I give it some thought," Dumbledore said. "This could be possible. We have never had a reaction like this before. There is a way to test to see if you have anymore lycanthropy blood in your system. For an unknown reason it might be gone completely but we will have to see. Madame Pomphrey knows the correct test so we should make our way to the hospital wing now. I will speak to Poppy. Severus, can you lead the way please?"
Snape did as he was told and led the way to the hospital wing. Dumbledore and Harry followed. As Dumbledore explained to a gob smacked medi-witch, Severus practically shoved Harry down on a bed. "She has to examine you fully so you must stay there." Harry could do nothing but oblige. Ten minutes later Madame Pomphrey was finished with a full body exam.
"Well," Dumbledore started, "what is the diagnosis Poppy?"
"Well, I am not exactly sure how but the potion seemed to have...destroyed some of Harry's werewolf blood cells. There is a bit left."
"So, I am still a werewolf then?" Harry asked with his eyes slowly getting shadowed over.
"Not exactly Mr. Potter. It seems that you still have your strong senses and your amazing strength. That is something that will not be disappearing and it looks like you will always have that. You will not, however, transform during the full moon."
"Ever again?" Harry asked. He was so relieved but he wanted to be sure.
"No you will never transform again unless for some reason you get bitten. Now, I suggest you sleep for a little while. Severus, could you please provide the boy a sleeping potion?" Poppy asked.
"What? Why do I need to sleep? I am fine," Harry protested but let out a deep yawn.
"I am afraid that if you do not get rest now there will be repercussions to the tests I just took on you."
"Well, I am glad we have heard such good news. Harry, I believe I will see you later as you need to sleep as Madame Pomphrey has insisted. Severus, you may go. Good day," Dumbledore said and strode out of the hospital wing with a nod to everyone in the room.
So...Harry had to sleep. He lay back down in his bead but then thought of something quickly. He had his strength...why didn't he think of this before? He was practically immortal in battles...He had to talk to Stratus immediately!
"Um...Madame Pomphrey?" Harry asked innocently.
"What is it Potter?" she asked getting a goblet of sleeping draught ready for him.
"Do you think I could talk to Professor Stratus before I go to sleep? It is really important. It's urgent!" Harry said hoping that was slightly convincing.
"Nah ah, you will go no where until after you sleep. Is that clear?"
"Fine than can he come here? Please ma'am. It is an emergency." It actually could wait but Harry wanted to tell him now while it was fresh on his mind and the only thing at that. He had to talk to Stratus....after all, time was running out.
Madame Pomphrey seemed to sense the sincerity in his voice and nodded. "If it is as urgent as you say, I will floo him and send for him. You sit tight and I shall be back momentarily."
"Thank you," Harry mumbled but he didn't think she could hear. Harry waited for about ten minutes of being in the completely deserted hospital wing alone as he counted the lines on the ceiling, continuing where he left off from last time. He was sleeping in the same bed as always after all. Stratus came in following the slightly annoyed medi-witch.
"Harry, you needed to talk to me?" He asked.
Harry eyed the woman standing next to him. "Please Madame; can I talk to him alone? I promise I will go right to sleep afterwards."
"You have ten minutes Potter and that is all. I will specifically assign detention with Professor Snape if you are longer and don't think that just because it is summer that can't happen."
Harry nodded. He could feel the side effects of the tests starting to appear. Harry waited until Madame Pomphrey was completely out of the room and for Stratus to sit in a chair next to the bed. Harry began to speak in a whisper.
"Professor, I have a plan," he said getting right to the point.
"Excuse me?"
"I said...I have a plan but you have to listen to me before you say anything until I am finished. Okay?" Stratus nodded and Harry continued. "You must not stop me. This is the way it has to be. I know it is. Promise you will not stop me," Harry said with pleading eyes.
"Harry I can't-"
"Promise!" Harry said a little louder than he had met too. "Please promise. I will not get hurt. It is a risk but...I know myself better than that."
After a two minute silence the professor nodded Harry had been thinking about his lack of time to explain.
"I am not a werewolf anymore. I know it is great news but I still have my strength and heightened senses. Everyone still thinks I am a werewolf and I plan on telling no one yet that I am not. Even Voldemort knows will not find out. I plan on....going out on the night of the next full moon and dealing with Lestrange. I will um...do something with her." Harry hadn't thought that far. He would have to kill her...or maybe there was a way to let the dementors get them. It had to be done and Harry could do it. He knew where she was every night. She guarded the dungeons in the Riddle house with almost no one else there. He could do it.
A/N- What do you think? I think the next chapter will be coming up sooner than this one. Again I want to apologize for the wait. I hate waiting for updates so I know it must be frustrating. Review!
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The full moon neared and Harry had an odd feeling. The reason he was like this was because he was not experiencing the symptoms of his lycanthropy and usually by this time he did. Harry hadn't been as bored as he had thought he would be. He occasionally had lunch with Prince Sutarts but they never talked more about what they had to do. Harry felt that an idea would come in time and Sutarts seemed to feel the same way. Three mornings before June's full moon, Harry was eating breakfast in the great hall. Harry was thinking about what the end of the summer would bring when he was suddenly brought out of his reverie by a smooth voice.
"Mr. Potter," said Snape in a neutral tone, "I have some more Wolfsbane potion ready for you to take. The other one we worked on earlier probably will not work and even if it does we have to be sure. Come to my office after you are done picking at your breakfast. Don't be late either. I have things to do." With that he strode out of the great hall. Harry finished up quickly and did as he was told. He didn't really have anything else to do that morning and he did need the potion. Harry knocked on the door to Snape's office and was let in wordlessly.
"Here Potter, drink this and go," Snape told him. Harry took the potion and gulped it down in disgust. He truly hated the taste but he knew he had to take it.
A few days later Harry was flying around the Quidditch pitch when he realized he would be alone for the full moon. What would he do? Ah well, he would just be alone like he used to. He finished flying as he realized it was almost dinnertime and he had to get somewhere partially isolated before the sunset.
"Potter, you will spend the night in the dungeons by Dumbledore's orders," Snape said casually as he walked by Harry who was sitting at the head table munching on the food on his plate. Harry was slightly shocked to hear that but it was probably because Dumbledore didn't think he could take care of himself. It was typical so Harry just shrugged it off.
After he was finished and he saw Snape was finished too, he followed the potions master to the dungeons. "Listen to me Potter," he said. "There are some ground rules. You will stay in the classroom and I will be in my quarters through that door. If you need anything just....knock. Dumbledore has set up a bed for you in the corner of the classroom and I have moved my potions out of reach. You are not to leave this room. I have locking charms on the door, silencing spells and a spell that will alarm me if you try to leave, so don't. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Harry said and watched as Snape went through the door and into his quarters. Harry didn't know what to do to pass the time. Usually he would mess around with Sirius or Remus and even Hermione and Ron but not tonight... Harry lay down on the small hospital-like bed and stared up at the ceiling. It would be dark soon so Harry had to be prepared to transform and like always, it would be a painful transformation.
He still wasn't feeling the symptoms of his lycanthropy but he shrugged it off and tried to forget about that. He didn't want to get his hopes up for something that was highly unlikely. Harry didn't mean to but he fell asleep and it was surprisingly a dreamless sleep. He awoke an hour later and felt really disoriented. He didn't know where he was or what time it was. Then he remembered that he would be transforming any minute and he berated himself for falling asleep. If he transformed when he was unconscious then it would be even more painful. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. What time was it? There was no window or clock in the room so Harry didn't know how long he had until he transformed. He would just wait it out. It couldn't be too much longer....
Snape was working on his latest potion in the lab next to his quarters. It was almost midnight and long since nightfall. He should check on Potter considering he hadn't heard a peep from him since they last talked. He cleaned up what he could and pressed his ear up against the door. He heard shuffling but nothing more. Severus knew that werewolves breathing were usually heavy and whimpering usually came from them but none of that could be heard. He opened the door and was shocked to see Potter sitting on the bed as if nothing was wrong. He wasn't a werewolf...he was himself. Snape checked his pocket watch quickly. It was 11:50 p.m and most likely pitch black outside. He was speechless. Harry looked over at Snape and saw his shocked expression.
"Um...professor, what time is it? Is it almost time for me to transform? I fell asleep and I er...lost track of time."
"Potter...what...how...how are you?" Snape exclaimed in a way Harry had never heard.
"What? Why am I here?" Harry asked truly confused.
"Potter, what time do you think it is?"
"Um...I don't know..."
"Potter, it is almost midnight."
Harry shot up out of his sitting position and almost bumped his head on the bedpost. "What?" He bellowed. "How is this possible? Am I..." He just looked up at Snape for an answer.
"I have no idea but...it is obvious that you are no longer a werewolf. Come on Potter, we are going to see the headmaster.
Harry couldn't believe that he wasn't a werewolf anymore...He was just getting used to being a werewolf but now...now he wasn't one anymore? He didn't have to go through the painful monthly transformations nor have people stare at him all the time...for this particular reason. He wouldn't have to be isolated once a month if he didn't have anyone else. Was this really happening?
Dumbledore opened the door to his office. Harry didn't even realize they had made it that far. "Harry?" He asked with twinkling eyes.
"Headmaster, do you have any idea-"
"Why Mr. Potter is standing with us in his regular from?" Dumbledore finished. "Come in and take your seats gentlemen." The headmaster ushered them in and sat them down. "Now, please explain."
The two of them looked to Harry who had been working it out in his head. "Well, I fell asleep on the bed that was in Professor Snape's classroom and I woke up later and thought that it was still light out. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping. Then, Snape, I mean Professor Snape came out and told me what time it was then brought me here."
"I see..." Dumbledore said clearly pondering something.
"Professor?" Harry spoke up after a moment of silence. "Do you think it is the side effect of the potion explosion that happened? We didn't know what it was and...it could be couldn't it?"
"That is probably the case now that I give it some thought," Dumbledore said. "This could be possible. We have never had a reaction like this before. There is a way to test to see if you have anymore lycanthropy blood in your system. For an unknown reason it might be gone completely but we will have to see. Madame Pomphrey knows the correct test so we should make our way to the hospital wing now. I will speak to Poppy. Severus, can you lead the way please?"
Snape did as he was told and led the way to the hospital wing. Dumbledore and Harry followed. As Dumbledore explained to a gob smacked medi-witch, Severus practically shoved Harry down on a bed. "She has to examine you fully so you must stay there." Harry could do nothing but oblige. Ten minutes later Madame Pomphrey was finished with a full body exam.
"Well," Dumbledore started, "what is the diagnosis Poppy?"
"Well, I am not exactly sure how but the potion seemed to have...destroyed some of Harry's werewolf blood cells. There is a bit left."
"So, I am still a werewolf then?" Harry asked with his eyes slowly getting shadowed over.
"Not exactly Mr. Potter. It seems that you still have your strong senses and your amazing strength. That is something that will not be disappearing and it looks like you will always have that. You will not, however, transform during the full moon."
"Ever again?" Harry asked. He was so relieved but he wanted to be sure.
"No you will never transform again unless for some reason you get bitten. Now, I suggest you sleep for a little while. Severus, could you please provide the boy a sleeping potion?" Poppy asked.
"What? Why do I need to sleep? I am fine," Harry protested but let out a deep yawn.
"I am afraid that if you do not get rest now there will be repercussions to the tests I just took on you."
"Well, I am glad we have heard such good news. Harry, I believe I will see you later as you need to sleep as Madame Pomphrey has insisted. Severus, you may go. Good day," Dumbledore said and strode out of the hospital wing with a nod to everyone in the room.
So...Harry had to sleep. He lay back down in his bead but then thought of something quickly. He had his strength...why didn't he think of this before? He was practically immortal in battles...He had to talk to Stratus immediately!
"Um...Madame Pomphrey?" Harry asked innocently.
"What is it Potter?" she asked getting a goblet of sleeping draught ready for him.
"Do you think I could talk to Professor Stratus before I go to sleep? It is really important. It's urgent!" Harry said hoping that was slightly convincing.
"Nah ah, you will go no where until after you sleep. Is that clear?"
"Fine than can he come here? Please ma'am. It is an emergency." It actually could wait but Harry wanted to tell him now while it was fresh on his mind and the only thing at that. He had to talk to Stratus....after all, time was running out.
Madame Pomphrey seemed to sense the sincerity in his voice and nodded. "If it is as urgent as you say, I will floo him and send for him. You sit tight and I shall be back momentarily."
"Thank you," Harry mumbled but he didn't think she could hear. Harry waited for about ten minutes of being in the completely deserted hospital wing alone as he counted the lines on the ceiling, continuing where he left off from last time. He was sleeping in the same bed as always after all. Stratus came in following the slightly annoyed medi-witch.
"Harry, you needed to talk to me?" He asked.
Harry eyed the woman standing next to him. "Please Madame; can I talk to him alone? I promise I will go right to sleep afterwards."
"You have ten minutes Potter and that is all. I will specifically assign detention with Professor Snape if you are longer and don't think that just because it is summer that can't happen."
Harry nodded. He could feel the side effects of the tests starting to appear. Harry waited until Madame Pomphrey was completely out of the room and for Stratus to sit in a chair next to the bed. Harry began to speak in a whisper.
"Professor, I have a plan," he said getting right to the point.
"Excuse me?"
"I said...I have a plan but you have to listen to me before you say anything until I am finished. Okay?" Stratus nodded and Harry continued. "You must not stop me. This is the way it has to be. I know it is. Promise you will not stop me," Harry said with pleading eyes.
"Harry I can't-"
"Promise!" Harry said a little louder than he had met too. "Please promise. I will not get hurt. It is a risk but...I know myself better than that."
After a two minute silence the professor nodded Harry had been thinking about his lack of time to explain.
"I am not a werewolf anymore. I know it is great news but I still have my strength and heightened senses. Everyone still thinks I am a werewolf and I plan on telling no one yet that I am not. Even Voldemort knows will not find out. I plan on....going out on the night of the next full moon and dealing with Lestrange. I will um...do something with her." Harry hadn't thought that far. He would have to kill her...or maybe there was a way to let the dementors get them. It had to be done and Harry could do it. He knew where she was every night. She guarded the dungeons in the Riddle house with almost no one else there. He could do it.
A/N- What do you think? I think the next chapter will be coming up sooner than this one. Again I want to apologize for the wait. I hate waiting for updates so I know it must be frustrating. Review!