Aftermath--
Harry Potter POV--
Oh God! I knew I wasn't doing so good with the not sleeping and eating these past few days but I never thought it could make me feel like my head was about to explode and my nose was about to make war with me. My whole face feels like a Bludger just used it for target practice and I wish my sense of smell wasn't a sense I was born with, not breathing at all sounded really good about now.
I laid on Snape's floor dazed and confused and now knew the horror and trauma of awakening in Snape's tender mercies.
He glowered down at me and a sadistic smirk crossed his face as he grabbed a first potion bottle off the shelf.
"Drink up Potter" Snape said as he shoved the first potion down my throat. Then he pointed at the table top filled with an assortment of potion vials and I swear he almost smiled "All of it."
I gulped in terror then slowly reached up to do as Snape told me.
Soon I felt as if I would soon be drowned by the sheer amount of potions I had consumed. The foul smells and tastes of the potions really didn't encourage me to finish them all but under the watchful glare of Professor Snape I dared not skip a single potion. I could almost see The Daily Prophet's Headlines 'Potions to potent for boy-who-lived'.
Thankfully I was almost finished with Snape's concoctions and grudgingly had to admit I was feeling better, well I was until Snape opened his mouth again.
AN: Going to Africa for a month. See ya when I get back. Sorry it's short but I wanted to put something up.
next time: Finally some peace -- I think not.