Disclaimer: If I am not from the UK, it is very unlikely that I own Harry Potter, which I do not.

A/N: I have written this a while ago, so I'm just posting it, pretty much all at once. This one is a little depressing

Chapter 6: 911!

DAY 4

Day 3 was not amazingly interesting. Malfoy did learn how to dress like a Muggle, though Snape had not lost his odd sense of style. He had been dressed in a green plaid kilt, a yellow polo shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers.

Today was a different story, however. Snape called his group together. "Settle down, settle down. Today, we will be going food shopping, because pasta was a fiasco, and there is not a lot of food in the house. So I will be driving us to a supermarket, where we shall pick out Muggle food and try to cook, upon reaching home. We must think of cooking as Potions class. Every ingredient is important and vital to the final product"

They squeezed into the car. Harry, who grimaced at the thought of sitting beside Snape, was in the front (as you can tell). Ginny sat on Ron's lap, as she was his sister and felt that she was allowed to do that, and Hermione and Malfoy were squished into the other back seat. Hermione looked extremely annoyed at having to sit so close to Malfoy, who was equally unenthusiastic.

Ron was extremely nervous. "Professor, are you sure we can't just, erm, walk to the supermarket or something? It might be, um, safer, you know?"

"Of course not, Weasley. I can drive. What do you take me for?"

"Erm, well—"

But Snape was too preoccupied to answer. He was pulling out of the driveway, at top speed.

"TOO FAST, PROFESSOR!" yelled Harry. Snape obliged by slamming on the brakes and flinging everyone forward. Malfoy, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were all right, as they were in the back and only hit the seats in front of them, but Harry sustained a serious nosebleed from being slammed into the dashboard.

Hermione screamed. "Harry! HARRY! Are you okay?"

"No."

"OH MY GOD, PROFESSOR!"

"Try to hold your nose for a bit, Potter; it might stop the flow. I don't have my wand, so I cannot help you with that. My apologies."

Harry held his sleeve to his nose. Of course, blood spread all over his face, making him look like some demented wild animal.

Failing in stemming the flow with his sleeve, Harry desperately needed several boxes of tissues, and asked, "Professor, just how far are we from the supermarket?"

"Oh I don't know. Actually, I was planning on driving until we saw a supermarket."

OH SHOOT thought everyone.

Hermione spoke up. "Professor, is there a map in here? And a directory?"

"No."

"Let's ask someone, then."

She stuck her head out the window and yelled loudly at a large man with an amazing mustache. Harry recognized him immediately, and slid down as far as he could in his seat

Hermione began to talk to the man. "Excuse me, sir? Could you tell me where the closest supermarket is, please? We're from out of town."

The man smiled kindly at her, something Harry did not believe possible. "Yes, of course. Continue down this street, turn left at the corner and drive along until you see it."

"Thank you." The man left.

Harry turned and hissed, "You are very lucky Uncle Vernon didn't recognize us."

"Well, I had to ask. Besides, he can't be all that bad, now, can he?"

"Oh, yes he can."

Snape broke into the conversation. "So, Granger, I just continue down this street, turn, and continue down the other street?"

"Yes."

Snape managed to drive down the street without any sort of bad incident. It was when he turned the corner that the accident did occur.

Snape was not accustomed to driving, obviously, and he did not know one of the most important rules of the road: look before you turn. Unfortunately, he did not look when he turned in the direction of a large Toyota Forerunner…

CRASH!

The Mercedes skidded off the road into a fire hydrant. Ron and Hermione had grabbed Harry before any more harm could come to him, but Snape was much less lucky.

Unfortunately, Snape had never really realized the importance of the seat belt, so he went flying through the glass, which is not always the safest place to fly through.

He lay unconscious on the pavement, his head bleeding terribly. Ginny and Hermione screamed.

Fortunately, several passing people whipped out cell phones and dialed 911. About five minutes later, an ambulance arrived. Paramedics loaded Snape onto a stretcher and placed him in the ambulance. Ron, who was very white, ran up to one. "Excuse me, but could you tell me how long he'll be there?"

The paramedic looked very sympathetic as she answered, "I'd say about a week and a half, at least. He's in pretty bad shape, but he's still alive."

Hermione and Ginny looked frightened. Harry's nose had stopped bleeding, and he looked scared. Malfoy was crying his eyes out for his favorite teacher.

It was Ginny who broke the nasty silence, which was so palpable; one could have cut through it with a knife. "What are we going to do now?"

A/N: The next chapter is (in my eyes) deep as well, but the other is funnier. That's all, really. Have a good day!