Kay! Here's chappie two… hope you enjoyed the last chappie… this ones kind of slow as well but like I said it will pick up when he's at school, please review and… well here's goes!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
FlashbackI don't own Harry Potter… cries
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He gave a startled squeak when the plane started to move, quickly doing up his seat belt he leaned back in his chair as far as possible and squeezed the armrests making his knuckles white.
He felt the aircraft leave the ground and felt a panic attack coming on, a nasty thing he had recently picked up.
'I am on my broom, flying in the pitch…'
He heard the rumbling of the plane.
'… in a really bad storm.'
After a few minutes he was feeling a little better, he didn't see why he didn't like muggle flying things, they were a lot like magical stuff but I guess its because magic is more reliable.
He opened his gorgeous green eyes and sighed. He then noticed that Snape was giving him a funny look.
"What?" he snapped
The older man just kept giving him that look.
Harry turned the other way, toward the window ignoring his supervisor.
And Snape felt sorry for him… 'Poor kids been through a lot… I hope at this new school, new city, new country… everything will fix itself.'
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Harry woke with a start as he felt a bump. That fricken ghoul under his bed still hadn't left? He's been there for a month… ugh.
Then he noticed he was sitting up… He opened his sticky eyes and looked around.
There were people moving about everywhere on the plane. He jumped when someone hit him in the head with something from behind.
"Potter get your bag and lets go!" said an angry Snape from beside Harry.
"We're there already?"
"No we are in Halifax but the plane isn't leaving for our destination for another hour so we are going to go look around in the airport and get something to eat."
"…Oh." Harry Gave him an odd look then got his bag and they left the plane.
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Harry had stopped to look at a giant fish tank in the wall of the airport when he thought of something.
"Hey Professor? What are we going to do about money?" he asked running after him.
"I got some Canadian money from Gringotts in Diagon Alley and in Saskatoon we will go to the Gringotts branch there, after that I will be working in some muggle shop for my living and you will be with your foster family and they will pay for all your things, your new clothes, school supplies etcetera." The Professor explained.
"But where are you living?"
Snape gave him a look as if saying 'Why do you care?' "I have rented an apartment down the street from where you will be staying, I will be checking up on you every now and then, see how your doing, your foster parents will be told I am your uncle."
"…Okay…"
The thought of Snape being his uncle scared him.
They went to get something to eat at a place Harry had never been at called 'Tim Horton's'.
"Wow… This stuff is great!" Exclaimed Harry while taking a sip of an ice cap; he had ordered the chicken noodle soup, sandwich and old fashion sugar doughnut.
"Yes this stuff… Canadian food, is really good." Snape had ordered potato soup, sandwich and a bizmark and the famous Tim Horton's coffee.
Harry smiled at him. "So what is that thing anyways?" asked Harry, nodding at the bizmark.
"Potter, to tell you the truth, I have no idea."
Harry was surprised but didn't show it, Snape hadn't known something! "So why don't we find out?" he asked while stuffing half his doughnut into his mouth.
The Professor looked down at the pastry, picked it up and took a bite.
Jam squirted out the other end and hit Harry smack dab in the face! The two were both silent for a second then Snape broke out in laughter, Harry was stunned.
They went to go get Harry cleaned up after Snape caught his breath, then went to go get souvenirs for Harry's friends.
"Professor why aren't you getting anything?"
"Because." The older man snapped.
'Well aren't you friendly.'
Harry picked out a rat beanie baby for Ron, hoping it would work as a substitute for Scabbers, and he got a great big psychadelic kitty that was up to his shoulders for Hermione with neon colors. And for the rest of his friends just those little key chains that said something like "My friend went to Canada and all I got was this cheesy key chain."
"You done yet…?"Asked Snape impatiently for the third time.
"Yes I'm finished." Harry replied sarcastically.
He missed his friends immensely already, just the little things, like snickering about some whispered joke behind the Professors back.
This time away from them was going to be hell…
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They were back on the plane up in the air when out of thin air…
"Professor?"
Snape sighed. "Yes Potter? What do you want."
"…"
"Well what is it?" an impatient Snape growled.
His quiet reply was. "Well if your going to be like that why should I bother?"
They glared at each other, both their emotional masks up at full power. Harry got up and squeezed past the Professor and made his way down to the bathroom at the back of the plane.
'What is that brat up to…'
Severus ordered himself a coffee and Harry a coke from the flight attendant.
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Harry locked himself in the small bathroom that smelt like disinfectant and leaned over the toilet.
He felt like he was going to be sick.
To much stress at one time? Probably
Harry threw up the contents of his stomach in the toilet then sat there… remembering the last month at school.
He felt the tears on his cheeks.
There was screaming in the halls, he heard people running about outside. Pulling his glasses towards him and putting them on he saw that he had fallen asleep in the common room…
Chaos.
Professor Mcgonagal was herding all the children down some side stairs Harry had never seen before.
"Hermione?" asked a sleepy and confused Harry when he bumped into his friend.
"Oh my goodness Harry I am so glad I found you! I thought you would be the first one they went after!"
"Huh?"
"…Haven't you heard?"
"No…" Harry replied, rather suspicious.
"Oh Harry! The Death Eaters attacked"
"…"
"Harry, are you alright?"
He was white in the face.
"Hermione… look…"he said quietly.
She looked.
Oh how she regretted looking
Colin Creevey… was lying on the floor in the process of being disemboweled, by what looked like to be a werewolf, Colin had tears on his face and his camera was still in his hand… spattered in blood.
"Oh my god… Colin." Harry whispered.
Not a good idea.
The werewolf turned to them with a psychotic look in its eyes.
"…Shit."
The other students with them screamed and ran, Harry and Hermione running along with them.
The werewolf pounced and caught a first year by its neck and without mercy, ripped her throat out…
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Three bags of peanuts later Harry still wasn't back yet. And Severus, hating himself for it, was getting kind of worried.
"Ah shit… stupid brat" He muttered to himself as he carefully stood up and started toward the back when he saw the teen walking back.
"What were you doing?" he snapped at him
Harry just glared at him… his eyes were red.
"None of your business Professor" he replied sarcastically.
Snape felt like he was going to explode! He wanted to take away points, give the brat detention for the rest of the year, and take him off the Quidditch team! But no he was on plane somewhere over Canada, he was no longer Harry's teacher, Quidditch was out of both of their lives for a very long time anyways, and points don't mean anything anymore!
He was just seething!
They both sat down and very soon the flight attendant Merle announced that they were about to descend.
Their new life awaited!
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