Harry looked between Morticia and Poppy eyes almost darting. "Um... What does that mean?" He did not really want to know because he knew it would not be good.
"Than, young man, you and I and Morticia are to be quarantine." Poppy looked at them unhappily. One of these days, Severus was going to clean up after his students without her help.
Morticia was not just unhappy. She was downright affronted. "Why me?"
"Because, even thought you can't catch it, you can carry it." Poppy gave her a pointed glance, to which she sighed in defeat. Poppy was more than likely right, and if her grandfather did not want her so back she would probably go against it anyhow. However, for him and Poppy she would do as told.
"Alright," she agreed.
"Better get Severus up here, too," Poppy said as Morticia asked, "What about her class and Snape?" Poppy walked to the fireplace to call him. A few minutes later, he flooed to the infirmary looking more sour than usual.
Morticia decided there was nothing she could do, so she walked to a cot a distance from the first year and laid down. "This sucks, and I'm hungry. Should have eaten dinner."
Snape walked over to the first year, who trembled slightly harder. Her blood moved even faster and her breathing shallow but quick. He looked her over. "The spots appeared as I was getting here. The other students are unaffected."
Harry ignore everyone else and went over to Morticia. "What do you normally eat?" He asked hesitantly.
"Last I checked, it was called food." Her tone was one of boredom and annoyance.
"What kind?"
"Meat. Raw and dripping with blood, she replied dryly. Harry had seen her eat at meals for nearly two months. "Would you... I mean, can you drink blood?" Harry did not wish to upset her with his question.
In true Snape fashion, Severus answered he as dryly as Morticia had. "No, Potter, she drinks lemonade!" Severus was very irritable and need someone to take it out on.
Morticia felt she should answer Harry more straightforwardly. "Yes, Harry. Hence the lollipops." Harry could appear so simple at times. She really needed to work on that with him. "Leave the boy be, Severus, Morticia. This is new to him," Poppy admonished.
Harry, innocent and naive as always, offered Morticia his wrist. "If you're hungry..." He was not expecting her reaction.
"No!" Morticia sat up like a bolt of lightning.
He looked at her in confusion. "Why not?" She quickly backed off the cot and away from him. She continually shook her head. "You're hungry. You need to eat," Harry persisted. His heart beat and blood flow became prominent to her ears, which she covered tightly. She finally met the wall with her back and slid to the floor. "What's wrong?" He asked. She was worrying him.
Morticia still tried to get away, pushing her feet on the floor though she could go back no farther. "Stay away from me, Harry." The scent of his flesh assaulted her. She could taste the fresh blood on her tongue. "Potter, step away from her," Severus ordered. He could see her eyes changing. The features on her face said she would likely not hold out much longer. Poppy gazed at them in worry. She knew Morticia did not like to feed on flesh, but she also knew it had been quite sometime since she had. The first year was still scared, more so by this new turn of events.
Harry, confused, still persisted. "I don't understand. You're hungry."
She slowly dropped her hands, taking deep calming breaths. "Never offer me or anyone else your blood unless you fully understand what it entails and the consequences." "Means you eat," he told her simply.
"I haven't tasted real blood in a very long time. I could lose control." "I trust you." He sounded confident, and he felt so, too.
"I don't." She looked into his trustful eyes. She really needed to teach him to not be so naive and innocent, though she doubted he would ever be any different.
"We could be in here a while. You need to eat."
Morticia smiled at Harry's selflessness. "I can eat normal food."
"Will it sustain you?"
"Did you not just hear what I said about it being a while?" She looked at him. Why did he have to be so naive and thick headed?
"But... we don't have any 'real' food," Harry argued. His logic made no sense to her, and he would probably not understand it either if he thought before speaking. If they had no food, not that none could be sent to them, they would starve, too. However, Harry being Harry and using his infinite wisdom, overlooked that in his concern for another. Morticia had the sickening feeling his need to help others was going to get him killed.
"Potter, sit down and stop being a pain." Severus eyed the boy in both dislike and annoyance.
"Severus!" Poppy admonished. She had more than had enough of his attitude at the moment. He was not helping by being so negative and snippy.
"What? Shouldn't you be working on an antidote?" He asked sourly before he could stop himself. He mentally kicked himself. One did not speak like that to Poppy Pomfrey.
"You're the potions master. You are going to help me." She walked over and grabbed him by the ear. She then pulled him along behind her.
"Let me go, woman!" Severus told her angrily. How dare she treat him so, especially in front of students!
"No. You will not be rude while in my infirmary." Poppy finally did let go and glared at him pointedly before pointing to some cauldrons and ingredients.
Harry turned his attention from them back to Morticia. "Ticia.... Are you okay?" He asked in concern. "Are you still hungry?"
"Harry..."
"You are, aren't you?" He asked even though she had not eaten anything in the last few minutes to remedy her hunger. "I'll be right back." He left her and went over to Poppy. "Madam Pomfrey, can I see you in there?" He pointed to her office.
Poppy frowned. "Stay put," she ordered Severus before motioning Harry to lead the way. He did so, making sure she closed the door behind her.
Once inside, he asked, "Can you draw some of my blood to give to her?"
"She will not accept it." "She wouldn't waste it... would she? If it were already drawn, I mean."
Poppy looked concerned, uncertain. "I don't know." Why was Harry so intent on giving Morticia blood? "Then do it anyway. I'm sure a pint either way wouldn't hurt." Poppy sighed. She would not win. Harry was a dog with a big bone. She started gathering what she would need. Harry sat down and rolled up one of his sleeves. Poppy set about drawing his blood. Soon, Harry emerged from the office and walked toward Morticia, who instantly smelled the fresh blood.
"What are you doing? What have you done?" She demanded.
"Getting you lunch." He handed over the blood.
She looked at the crimson liquid in horror. "Harry, I told you..."
"It's not in me," he argued. "No danger of going to far. Or, do you want to waste it?" She did not answer, looking at the blood in deep hunger and desire. However, she could feel and smell the fear from the first year. She could not feed in the open. Harry noticed her problem. "Here, go in here." He led her to Poppy's office.
Harry watched her go inside and close the door. He moved to take a seat, feeling a little woozy. He had not eaten much so the small amount of blood he have made him lightheaded. A few moments later she came out of the office and walked over to him. "Feel better?" She nodded. Her fangs had not gone back yet so she did not wish to speak. Her eyes revealed enough. The whites were red and pupils hyper dilated. She stood there looking at him, controlling the other side effects as best she could. "Good." He smiled at her. "So, Madam Pomfrey, figure anything out yet?" Poppy shook her head. Morticia ignored them She heard something. "Someone is coming." They all look at her then the door. Hermione entered a moment later.
Hermione looked around. She had been unable to locate Harry anywhere. The infirmary was one of the few places left. "Harry... What are you doing here? Are you sick? Hurt?" Morticia turned from them as Hermione walked closer. She did not want Hermione to see her eyes. "You look pale."
"I'm fine, Mione. Why are you here?" He looked at her questioningly.
Poppy, sensing Morticia's discomfort, smiled at the girl. "Tish, will you get me some of the anti-herbal toxin that's in the top of the cabinet behind my desk?" Morticia nodded and left the room. "For whatever reason, you can't leave, Miss Granger."
"Why?" She looked shocked.
Poppy looked at the first year with a frown. "You've just been infected, dear."
"She used too much toadstool, didn't she?"
Poppy nodded as Snape answered, "Yes, she did, Granger. Now stop being a know-it-all." He walked over to the first year. The girl looked up at him in fright as Morticia returned and handed Poppy what she had asked for. Hermione glared at Snape's back, but Harry swaying quickly drew her attention away. He had stood too quickly, she assumed. "Are you sure you're okay?" She steadied him.
"I'm fine, Mione."
"I think this will work." Snape gave the girl a potion to drink. Instead of helping, the potion made the spots larger.
Morticia rolled her eyes. "Do you need anything else, Madam Pomfrey?" Poppy shook her head. Morticia nodded and looked to the door again. Poppy followed her eyes.
Draco walked in as Hermione commented wryly to Severus, "Well, that obviously did not work."
Poppy walked over to the door and charmed it to admit no one else. "We don't need anyone else contaminated."
Draco froze in his steps. "Contaminated?" His face contorted slightly. "I just came to see Professor Snape about potions! What have you people done to me?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but you are now at risk of looking like that." Poppy pointed to the girl. Draco squeaked.
Morticia found the sound cute, as she did practically all of Draco. Though, she would deny it to her dying day as he had not use for her. "Go against your sensibilities? Don't think you could coordinate around it?" She asked him dryly.
"Not that it matters, vampire, but no."
She shrugged. "Figures a pounce like you..."
"Go suck something," he told her sourly.
She smirked at him and started forward. "That an offer?" She purred seductively, her eyes, which had just turned back to normal, changed again as they focused solely on him.
"Than, young man, you and I and Morticia are to be quarantine." Poppy looked at them unhappily. One of these days, Severus was going to clean up after his students without her help.
Morticia was not just unhappy. She was downright affronted. "Why me?"
"Because, even thought you can't catch it, you can carry it." Poppy gave her a pointed glance, to which she sighed in defeat. Poppy was more than likely right, and if her grandfather did not want her so back she would probably go against it anyhow. However, for him and Poppy she would do as told.
"Alright," she agreed.
"Better get Severus up here, too," Poppy said as Morticia asked, "What about her class and Snape?" Poppy walked to the fireplace to call him. A few minutes later, he flooed to the infirmary looking more sour than usual.
Morticia decided there was nothing she could do, so she walked to a cot a distance from the first year and laid down. "This sucks, and I'm hungry. Should have eaten dinner."
Snape walked over to the first year, who trembled slightly harder. Her blood moved even faster and her breathing shallow but quick. He looked her over. "The spots appeared as I was getting here. The other students are unaffected."
Harry ignore everyone else and went over to Morticia. "What do you normally eat?" He asked hesitantly.
"Last I checked, it was called food." Her tone was one of boredom and annoyance.
"What kind?"
"Meat. Raw and dripping with blood, she replied dryly. Harry had seen her eat at meals for nearly two months. "Would you... I mean, can you drink blood?" Harry did not wish to upset her with his question.
In true Snape fashion, Severus answered he as dryly as Morticia had. "No, Potter, she drinks lemonade!" Severus was very irritable and need someone to take it out on.
Morticia felt she should answer Harry more straightforwardly. "Yes, Harry. Hence the lollipops." Harry could appear so simple at times. She really needed to work on that with him. "Leave the boy be, Severus, Morticia. This is new to him," Poppy admonished.
Harry, innocent and naive as always, offered Morticia his wrist. "If you're hungry..." He was not expecting her reaction.
"No!" Morticia sat up like a bolt of lightning.
He looked at her in confusion. "Why not?" She quickly backed off the cot and away from him. She continually shook her head. "You're hungry. You need to eat," Harry persisted. His heart beat and blood flow became prominent to her ears, which she covered tightly. She finally met the wall with her back and slid to the floor. "What's wrong?" He asked. She was worrying him.
Morticia still tried to get away, pushing her feet on the floor though she could go back no farther. "Stay away from me, Harry." The scent of his flesh assaulted her. She could taste the fresh blood on her tongue. "Potter, step away from her," Severus ordered. He could see her eyes changing. The features on her face said she would likely not hold out much longer. Poppy gazed at them in worry. She knew Morticia did not like to feed on flesh, but she also knew it had been quite sometime since she had. The first year was still scared, more so by this new turn of events.
Harry, confused, still persisted. "I don't understand. You're hungry."
She slowly dropped her hands, taking deep calming breaths. "Never offer me or anyone else your blood unless you fully understand what it entails and the consequences." "Means you eat," he told her simply.
"I haven't tasted real blood in a very long time. I could lose control." "I trust you." He sounded confident, and he felt so, too.
"I don't." She looked into his trustful eyes. She really needed to teach him to not be so naive and innocent, though she doubted he would ever be any different.
"We could be in here a while. You need to eat."
Morticia smiled at Harry's selflessness. "I can eat normal food."
"Will it sustain you?"
"Did you not just hear what I said about it being a while?" She looked at him. Why did he have to be so naive and thick headed?
"But... we don't have any 'real' food," Harry argued. His logic made no sense to her, and he would probably not understand it either if he thought before speaking. If they had no food, not that none could be sent to them, they would starve, too. However, Harry being Harry and using his infinite wisdom, overlooked that in his concern for another. Morticia had the sickening feeling his need to help others was going to get him killed.
"Potter, sit down and stop being a pain." Severus eyed the boy in both dislike and annoyance.
"Severus!" Poppy admonished. She had more than had enough of his attitude at the moment. He was not helping by being so negative and snippy.
"What? Shouldn't you be working on an antidote?" He asked sourly before he could stop himself. He mentally kicked himself. One did not speak like that to Poppy Pomfrey.
"You're the potions master. You are going to help me." She walked over and grabbed him by the ear. She then pulled him along behind her.
"Let me go, woman!" Severus told her angrily. How dare she treat him so, especially in front of students!
"No. You will not be rude while in my infirmary." Poppy finally did let go and glared at him pointedly before pointing to some cauldrons and ingredients.
Harry turned his attention from them back to Morticia. "Ticia.... Are you okay?" He asked in concern. "Are you still hungry?"
"Harry..."
"You are, aren't you?" He asked even though she had not eaten anything in the last few minutes to remedy her hunger. "I'll be right back." He left her and went over to Poppy. "Madam Pomfrey, can I see you in there?" He pointed to her office.
Poppy frowned. "Stay put," she ordered Severus before motioning Harry to lead the way. He did so, making sure she closed the door behind her.
Once inside, he asked, "Can you draw some of my blood to give to her?"
"She will not accept it." "She wouldn't waste it... would she? If it were already drawn, I mean."
Poppy looked concerned, uncertain. "I don't know." Why was Harry so intent on giving Morticia blood? "Then do it anyway. I'm sure a pint either way wouldn't hurt." Poppy sighed. She would not win. Harry was a dog with a big bone. She started gathering what she would need. Harry sat down and rolled up one of his sleeves. Poppy set about drawing his blood. Soon, Harry emerged from the office and walked toward Morticia, who instantly smelled the fresh blood.
"What are you doing? What have you done?" She demanded.
"Getting you lunch." He handed over the blood.
She looked at the crimson liquid in horror. "Harry, I told you..."
"It's not in me," he argued. "No danger of going to far. Or, do you want to waste it?" She did not answer, looking at the blood in deep hunger and desire. However, she could feel and smell the fear from the first year. She could not feed in the open. Harry noticed her problem. "Here, go in here." He led her to Poppy's office.
Harry watched her go inside and close the door. He moved to take a seat, feeling a little woozy. He had not eaten much so the small amount of blood he have made him lightheaded. A few moments later she came out of the office and walked over to him. "Feel better?" She nodded. Her fangs had not gone back yet so she did not wish to speak. Her eyes revealed enough. The whites were red and pupils hyper dilated. She stood there looking at him, controlling the other side effects as best she could. "Good." He smiled at her. "So, Madam Pomfrey, figure anything out yet?" Poppy shook her head. Morticia ignored them She heard something. "Someone is coming." They all look at her then the door. Hermione entered a moment later.
Hermione looked around. She had been unable to locate Harry anywhere. The infirmary was one of the few places left. "Harry... What are you doing here? Are you sick? Hurt?" Morticia turned from them as Hermione walked closer. She did not want Hermione to see her eyes. "You look pale."
"I'm fine, Mione. Why are you here?" He looked at her questioningly.
Poppy, sensing Morticia's discomfort, smiled at the girl. "Tish, will you get me some of the anti-herbal toxin that's in the top of the cabinet behind my desk?" Morticia nodded and left the room. "For whatever reason, you can't leave, Miss Granger."
"Why?" She looked shocked.
Poppy looked at the first year with a frown. "You've just been infected, dear."
"She used too much toadstool, didn't she?"
Poppy nodded as Snape answered, "Yes, she did, Granger. Now stop being a know-it-all." He walked over to the first year. The girl looked up at him in fright as Morticia returned and handed Poppy what she had asked for. Hermione glared at Snape's back, but Harry swaying quickly drew her attention away. He had stood too quickly, she assumed. "Are you sure you're okay?" She steadied him.
"I'm fine, Mione."
"I think this will work." Snape gave the girl a potion to drink. Instead of helping, the potion made the spots larger.
Morticia rolled her eyes. "Do you need anything else, Madam Pomfrey?" Poppy shook her head. Morticia nodded and looked to the door again. Poppy followed her eyes.
Draco walked in as Hermione commented wryly to Severus, "Well, that obviously did not work."
Poppy walked over to the door and charmed it to admit no one else. "We don't need anyone else contaminated."
Draco froze in his steps. "Contaminated?" His face contorted slightly. "I just came to see Professor Snape about potions! What have you people done to me?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but you are now at risk of looking like that." Poppy pointed to the girl. Draco squeaked.
Morticia found the sound cute, as she did practically all of Draco. Though, she would deny it to her dying day as he had not use for her. "Go against your sensibilities? Don't think you could coordinate around it?" She asked him dryly.
"Not that it matters, vampire, but no."
She shrugged. "Figures a pounce like you..."
"Go suck something," he told her sourly.
She smirked at him and started forward. "That an offer?" She purred seductively, her eyes, which had just turned back to normal, changed again as they focused solely on him.