Aurors came out from every direction. Wands were at the ready, all pointed
directly at Harry. He looked around. Snape. "This is for your own good,
Potter. Come with us and you won't be hexed." Harry looked around for an
out. Something. Anything. "Stupefy." Harry decided that Snape wasn't
taking any chances. The curse hit Harry, but it didn't knock him out. It
only made his head hurt.
"Expelliarmus." Harry returned. Snape's wand flew out of his hand. "Just let me go!" Harry told them. One of the Aurors moved forward. "Petrifucus Totalas." Harry said, waving his hand at the Auror. The man fell forward, completely stiff. "Please, just let me go."
"Watch it, mates, he's a free speller." Harry spun around, looking for his way out. Snape signaled the other men. They closed in around Harry. All of them raised their wands at the same time. "Stupefy!" Harry felt all of the curses hit him. He fell to the ground, almost out, but not quite. Snape came forward and grabbed Harry's hand. He reached into his pocket and found the portkey. Harry felt a tug above his naval and blinked when the hospital wing at Hogwart's materialized in front of his eyes.
"Well done, Severus." Dumbledore said, coming over. Harry was trying to regain regular vision. "Harry, how are you feeling?" Harry grimaced and tried to get up. "No, stay still. It looks like you took a knock to the head." Dumbledore said, checking for the scar on the blonde- headed boy.
"Just let me go." Harry pleaded as Madame Pomfrey bustled over, trying to get Harry to drink a potion. "I'm fine, just let me go."
"You certainly are not fine, Potter. It looks like you have a concussion. I'm just trying to give you a painkiller, if you would hold still." She huffed, brandishing the cup towards Harry. He felt hands grab him on either side and the cup pressed to his lips. He fought against the hands and closed his mouth. There was no way he was going to do that. Who knew what they would slip him? Why hadn't he stayed at the mansion? Why had he felt the need to see Fred and George?
Snape reached over and forced his mouth open. Pomfrey took the chance and poured the potion down his throat. Harry coughed and spluttered, but most of it made it down. He felt lethargy start in his limbs. Dreamless Sleep Potion. He knew it. "Please, just let me go." Harry pleaded as he fell asleep. Snape stared at Harry
"Revelo!" Snape said, using his wand to reveal the disguise Harry had donned. Dumbledore stood next to the bed. "What do you make of it, Headmaster?"
"I don't know, Severus. He wasn't under the Imperius, and that is the strongest curse we know of. Could it have been combined with a potion of some sort?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll be happy to look." With a nod of Dumbledore's head, Snape descended to his dungeons to throw himself into research.
"Don't worry, Harry. You are safe here." Dumbledore said to the sleeping figure. He kept a vigil while Pomfrey bustled about, trying to discern why Harry was acting as he was.
When Harry woke the next morning, he saw a pair of elf eyes staring at him. His brain said "Nellie", but his mouth said "Dobby".
"Harry Potter is awake, Headmaster." Harry immediately wished to go back to sleep. "Harry Potter was missing, but now he is found!" Dobby rejoiced, jumping onto Harry's bed. Dumbledore came up to the bed. Harry eyed him.
"Harry, how are you feeling?" Harry paused before answering.
"Tired, sir." He answered truthfully. "Why am I here?" That was a good strategy. Act as though you have no idea what is going on.
"Do you remember anything of the last few days?" Harry appeared to think for a moment.
"No, sir." He told the Headmaster.
"You were kidnapped from the Dursleys." Dumbledore told him gently.
"Thank God." Harry said. Dumbledore looked up in surprise. "The holiday was not a good one. My cousin likes to practice his boxing on me. Whoever took me must have helped my injuries, because I could have sworn I had a broken wrist." Harry said, holding up his hand.
"Poppy, check Harry's wrist for a recent injury, please." Pomfrey came out of nowhere, brandishing her wand. She pointed it at Harry's wrist.
"Recently broken and healed." She pronounced. She smiled at Harry.
"Anything at all you can remember will help us find out what happened to you." Harry closed his eyes.
"Potions. A doctor of some kind telling me to rest. Asking if I felt any pain." Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir. That's all I can remember."
"That's all right, Harry. You rest now. If you remember anything else, please let either me, Professor Snape, or Madame Pomfrey know."
"Yes, sir." Harry spent two days in the hospital wing. Under Madame Pomfrey's care, he read, played wizard chess against Dumbledore and talked with Dobby. After those two days, Pomfrey pronounced him fit enough to leave the hospital wing. He dressed in the clothes that Dumbledore brought him and waited.
Snape burst into the medical wing. "Potter, you'll be staying with me." He turned and motioned for Harry to follow him.
"Great. Just great. Stuck with the Potions Master." He rolled his eyes. "I'm never going to get out of here." Snape stopped Harry in front of a portrait.
"The password is Polyjuice, Potter." Harry nodded. When Snape turned back around and gave the password, Harry got an idea. He smirked a bit, thanked Snape mentally for the inspiration, and followed the Potions master into the rooms. "These are my rooms. You are to stay out of the storeroom unless I send you there. Also, I will not be picking up after you." Harry nodded. Snape led him to a door. "This will be your room while you are here." Harry thanked the man and entered. He looked around. Red and Gold. Gryffindor colors. "Are you tired?" Harry shook his head. "I suppose you could read. You are welcome to any books on the left shelf. The ones on the right are Potions books. I doubt you would find any of them interesting, but if you should, feel free to look at them. They might improve your performance in my class." Harry sighed. Would they be trading insults until Harry left? Harry nodded again and watched as Snape left the dungeons, telling Harry that he had some research to do.
Harry wandered over to the bookshelves. He scanned the ones on the right shelf. Polyjuice potion. Polyjuice potion. He found a book that looked promising and flipped to the index. It was there. Page 749. Harry flipped to the page and read it quickly. It was there, in it's full month brewing glory. A month? He growled and continued reading. On the next page, a shortened form was presented, giving the person all looks of the subject, but the voice would be different. Well, Harry could figure out ways around that. He set to work. The nice thing about this potion was that he did not need to boil anything. Hot water would suffice. He went into the storeroom and found the ingredients easily. He pulled the needed amount, memorized the rest of the instructions, and found a vial. He hid everything in his pockets, right next to his wand, and returned the book to its rightful place. He found a book on Quidditch and spent a happy hour reading about the start of Quidditch.
"Expelliarmus." Harry returned. Snape's wand flew out of his hand. "Just let me go!" Harry told them. One of the Aurors moved forward. "Petrifucus Totalas." Harry said, waving his hand at the Auror. The man fell forward, completely stiff. "Please, just let me go."
"Watch it, mates, he's a free speller." Harry spun around, looking for his way out. Snape signaled the other men. They closed in around Harry. All of them raised their wands at the same time. "Stupefy!" Harry felt all of the curses hit him. He fell to the ground, almost out, but not quite. Snape came forward and grabbed Harry's hand. He reached into his pocket and found the portkey. Harry felt a tug above his naval and blinked when the hospital wing at Hogwart's materialized in front of his eyes.
"Well done, Severus." Dumbledore said, coming over. Harry was trying to regain regular vision. "Harry, how are you feeling?" Harry grimaced and tried to get up. "No, stay still. It looks like you took a knock to the head." Dumbledore said, checking for the scar on the blonde- headed boy.
"Just let me go." Harry pleaded as Madame Pomfrey bustled over, trying to get Harry to drink a potion. "I'm fine, just let me go."
"You certainly are not fine, Potter. It looks like you have a concussion. I'm just trying to give you a painkiller, if you would hold still." She huffed, brandishing the cup towards Harry. He felt hands grab him on either side and the cup pressed to his lips. He fought against the hands and closed his mouth. There was no way he was going to do that. Who knew what they would slip him? Why hadn't he stayed at the mansion? Why had he felt the need to see Fred and George?
Snape reached over and forced his mouth open. Pomfrey took the chance and poured the potion down his throat. Harry coughed and spluttered, but most of it made it down. He felt lethargy start in his limbs. Dreamless Sleep Potion. He knew it. "Please, just let me go." Harry pleaded as he fell asleep. Snape stared at Harry
"Revelo!" Snape said, using his wand to reveal the disguise Harry had donned. Dumbledore stood next to the bed. "What do you make of it, Headmaster?"
"I don't know, Severus. He wasn't under the Imperius, and that is the strongest curse we know of. Could it have been combined with a potion of some sort?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll be happy to look." With a nod of Dumbledore's head, Snape descended to his dungeons to throw himself into research.
"Don't worry, Harry. You are safe here." Dumbledore said to the sleeping figure. He kept a vigil while Pomfrey bustled about, trying to discern why Harry was acting as he was.
When Harry woke the next morning, he saw a pair of elf eyes staring at him. His brain said "Nellie", but his mouth said "Dobby".
"Harry Potter is awake, Headmaster." Harry immediately wished to go back to sleep. "Harry Potter was missing, but now he is found!" Dobby rejoiced, jumping onto Harry's bed. Dumbledore came up to the bed. Harry eyed him.
"Harry, how are you feeling?" Harry paused before answering.
"Tired, sir." He answered truthfully. "Why am I here?" That was a good strategy. Act as though you have no idea what is going on.
"Do you remember anything of the last few days?" Harry appeared to think for a moment.
"No, sir." He told the Headmaster.
"You were kidnapped from the Dursleys." Dumbledore told him gently.
"Thank God." Harry said. Dumbledore looked up in surprise. "The holiday was not a good one. My cousin likes to practice his boxing on me. Whoever took me must have helped my injuries, because I could have sworn I had a broken wrist." Harry said, holding up his hand.
"Poppy, check Harry's wrist for a recent injury, please." Pomfrey came out of nowhere, brandishing her wand. She pointed it at Harry's wrist.
"Recently broken and healed." She pronounced. She smiled at Harry.
"Anything at all you can remember will help us find out what happened to you." Harry closed his eyes.
"Potions. A doctor of some kind telling me to rest. Asking if I felt any pain." Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir. That's all I can remember."
"That's all right, Harry. You rest now. If you remember anything else, please let either me, Professor Snape, or Madame Pomfrey know."
"Yes, sir." Harry spent two days in the hospital wing. Under Madame Pomfrey's care, he read, played wizard chess against Dumbledore and talked with Dobby. After those two days, Pomfrey pronounced him fit enough to leave the hospital wing. He dressed in the clothes that Dumbledore brought him and waited.
Snape burst into the medical wing. "Potter, you'll be staying with me." He turned and motioned for Harry to follow him.
"Great. Just great. Stuck with the Potions Master." He rolled his eyes. "I'm never going to get out of here." Snape stopped Harry in front of a portrait.
"The password is Polyjuice, Potter." Harry nodded. When Snape turned back around and gave the password, Harry got an idea. He smirked a bit, thanked Snape mentally for the inspiration, and followed the Potions master into the rooms. "These are my rooms. You are to stay out of the storeroom unless I send you there. Also, I will not be picking up after you." Harry nodded. Snape led him to a door. "This will be your room while you are here." Harry thanked the man and entered. He looked around. Red and Gold. Gryffindor colors. "Are you tired?" Harry shook his head. "I suppose you could read. You are welcome to any books on the left shelf. The ones on the right are Potions books. I doubt you would find any of them interesting, but if you should, feel free to look at them. They might improve your performance in my class." Harry sighed. Would they be trading insults until Harry left? Harry nodded again and watched as Snape left the dungeons, telling Harry that he had some research to do.
Harry wandered over to the bookshelves. He scanned the ones on the right shelf. Polyjuice potion. Polyjuice potion. He found a book that looked promising and flipped to the index. It was there. Page 749. Harry flipped to the page and read it quickly. It was there, in it's full month brewing glory. A month? He growled and continued reading. On the next page, a shortened form was presented, giving the person all looks of the subject, but the voice would be different. Well, Harry could figure out ways around that. He set to work. The nice thing about this potion was that he did not need to boil anything. Hot water would suffice. He went into the storeroom and found the ingredients easily. He pulled the needed amount, memorized the rest of the instructions, and found a vial. He hid everything in his pockets, right next to his wand, and returned the book to its rightful place. He found a book on Quidditch and spent a happy hour reading about the start of Quidditch.