Harry Potter & the Journey Into Isolation
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Seven: Potions
The morning of September 2nd, the Gryffindors were looking around to see if Harry was going to join them for breakfast. When he didn't show up, Hermione became a bit worried.
"Oh lighten up, Hermione, you know how Pomfrey is. She always makes everyone eat breakfast before leaving the hospital wing. She seems to think that we'll forget or something," Ron said to her with a mouth full of bacon.
"You know something Ron?" Ginny asked, "You are THE most disgusting person to have a meal with."
"Thanks," replied Ron as Professor McGonagall started to come by with their new course schedules.
Hermione took hers and asked, "Professor, if you like I can give Harry his schedule."
"No need Ms. Granger, I gave him his yesterday before everyone arrived to the feast," she replied and added, "Hopefully, he'll feel up to going to class this morning."
However, Hermione being as observant as she is, saw something in McGonagall's eye and knew her suspicions from last night had some validity to them and quickly decided on a course of action. So when the transfiguration teacher then began to move along to the other students in her house, when Hermione stood up, took the schedules from her and handed them to Ginny. "Ginny, would you please hand these out for the professor?"
McGonagall was so stunned by her favorite pupil that she didn't respond immediately and Hermione took advantage of it and pulled the elderly witch into a corner for a private conversation. "I'm sorry about that professor, but I need to confirm something with you concerning Harry."
Ron, Ginny and Neville looked at each other with wide eyes; Hermione had never done anything like that before. However, Ginny have half the stack of remaining schedules to Neville and together they began to pass them out as Ron continued to eat and kept looking in the corner where the two stood talking.
A few minutes later Ron watches as Hermione dissolves into a fit of tears. McGonagall herself is looking close to it as well. In an uncharacteristic event, Ron abandons his meal and rushes to her.
"Hermione? Are you alright?"
With tears streaming down her face she nods that she is, but she doesn't look it in Ron's opinion. He looks over to their head of house and watched as she composed her self once more. Then she said, "Ms. Granger, remember what I said, you mustn't tell anyone." Hermione nods again, as if promising to do so.
Moments later Neville joins them with their book bags and they follow Professor McGonagall out into the hall where they meet up with Harry and Dobby.
- - - - -
"Potter, I see you feel up to going to classes this morning."
Harry smiled sheepishly at his head of house and said, "Yeah, I thought I'd try it."
"Well, don't over do it," she told him kindly and started to walk up to her classroom.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"Yes Potter?"
"Can you do me a small favor?" he asked hopefully.
"What is it?"
"Well, you'll probably see Professor Dumbledore before I will, so can you tell him that I would like to talk to him and…" Harry looked to see if his friends were listening, which they were, but he finished anyway, "and apologize for being so rude to him the other day."
McGonagall's eyes were bright for a moment and she sad to him, "You have nothing to apologize for, but I will tell him. It won't be until after first period is over, but I suspect, you'll be busy until then."
"Thanks." Then Harry turned to his three friends and together they went down to the dungeons to their first potions class of the term with Dobby in tow.
McGonagall stood there and watched them go and thought to herself, 'Maybe you can get through this after all.'
- - - - -
As the four teenagers made their way down to the dungeons they talked to each other happily, which made Harry feel more like his old self again. This simple thing relieved Harry more than he realized that he was actually able to be happy again.
Taking their seats in the back of the potions dungeon, all of the students started to take out their supplies and summer homework assigned to them by Professor Snape at the end of last year. While the students busied themselves Dobby made himself scarce, but was still close enough to keep an eye on Harry.
As the bell rang announcing the beginning of the first class, the classroom door slammed shut and the potion's master marched in with his robes billowing out behind him. Professor Snape went up to his desk and began to talk to the class.
"I want your pathetic excuses for summer homework to be brought up my desk. I want your essays placed in the tray to the right and your bottles of potion that you brewed this summer to the left. They had all better be clearly labeled or else anyone who fails to do so, will face a very excrutiating punishment indeed," snarled the greasy professor.
Everyone began to move around the room, to do as they were ordered.
"Harry, let me have your potion and I'll take it with him, while you take our essays," suggested Ron.
"I don't have a potion, I didn't get it done," Harry said lamely.
"Harry!" Hermione began to scold, but caught herself, "sorry, old habits die hard." Then she took off with all the potions and essays leaving the boys to stare at her.
"There are days I swear she is mental!" complained Ron about the Head Girl.
After all the essays and potions were turned in Professor Snape began to count them. "We seem to be short one potion," he said oily to the class. "Who failed to do their summer work?"
Reluctantly, Harry raised his hand to respond.
Snape seemed to smile as he smirked at Harry, "Once again, Potter, you seem to always be the outstanding figure in these events. However, as I promised, you will now have to deal with the punishment of not turning in your homework."
"I have a very good reason for it, sir, and you know it all too well," Harry calmly replied.
"I do not care about your excuses Potter!" spat Snape. "Now get up and come to the front of the class, so you can be punished."
Harry didn't want to leave his seat and Hermione was sending worried looks in his direction. After being glared at by Snape, Harry did as he was told and walked up to the front of the class. Snape sneered at him and conjured a gleaming silver bar suspended from the ceiling.
"You are to stand perfectly still and hold on the bar with both hands above your head until I tell you otherwise," said Snape, causing several in the room, Slytherins included, to ponder what this was about.
Panic immediately seized Harry. 'No, not again, not again,' he chanted in his head as he stared at the bar.
"What are you waiting for Potter?" snarled Snape gleefully, "Get over there and do it." Snape then went to shove Harry in the direction of the bar when he was suddenly bent over when Harry's fist collided with his stomach almost causing him to expel whatever it was he had for breakfast. The two toppled over with Harry on top of the potions master and he grabbed Snape by the collar of his robes and began to pound his fist into Snape's face as Harry began to scream.
Immediately all of the students reacted to what they had just witnessed. The first to respond was Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies.
"Potter? What are you thinking?" demanded Malfoy as he drew his wand on Harry. However, before the blonde could do anything, he found himself being flung across the room and being firmly attached to the wall.
"You's is leaving Harry Potter be," bellowed a very angry house elf.
In the mean time both Ron and Neville were trying to get Harry off of their professor, but he was flailing his arms too madly between hits and kept screaming, "You won't do it to me again, you won't do it to me again." Neither boy understood what he was talking about, but Hermione sat there and watched as tears once again began to fall down her face.
Finally Harry stopped hitting Snape, jumped to his feet and bolted from the dungeons altogether, with Dobby chasing after him. "Harry Potter, Harry Potter, where is you'd going?"
Harry didn't answer, he just began to run, which was a strain on him. Though he had been healed by the school nurse physically, he had yet to take any real exercise and he hadn't worked his legs like this since before his birthday. However, it didn't matter, as he didn't get too far, before colliding with someone that held him tightly.
"Harry? You've got to listen to me Harry. I need you to tell me what happened to you while they had you," came the insistent voice of Albus Dumbledore who held onto the Gryffindor tightly.
Harry didn't respond at all, he just looked past the Headmaster with a distant look of panic and the need to bathe screaming in his head. He tried to remove himself from the elder wizard's clutches, but found most of his strength was used on the potions master and he had very little left to fend off anyone else.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asks again and realizes that Harry is once again slipping into shock. Dumbledore never realized how much Harry would react to the metal bar and for the first time begins to wonder if maybe Harry was affected more than he suspected by his ordeal.
Suddenly Dumbledore was brought out of his thoughts by Dobby demanded, "You'd is letting Harry Potter go now you's is!"
"Dobby, I'm only trying to help Harry."
Now Dobby was angry with the wizard and bellowed, "NO YOU'S ISN'T. DOBBY KNOWS'S ALL ABOUT YOU'S SECRET MEETING DOBBY DOES! HOW YOU'S IS PLOTTING AGAINST HARRY POTTER, DOBBY IS KNOWING ALL ABOUT THAT HE DOES!"
Dumbledore paled a bit, "I'm sure I do not know what you are talking about Dobby."
"Yes's you's do. Now you's is letting Harry Potter go so Dobby can be taking him back to his room," said the elf with his hand pointed at the Headmaster, ready to shoot off a spell or two in his direction.
"Yes, Professor, I think that would be an excellent idea," said the controlled voice of Neville Longbottom.
"Ah, Mr. Longbottom, perhaps you should return to your class," advised Dumbledore.
Neville thought about it, but said, "I could, but I was on my way to fetch Madame Pomphrey."
"Poppy? Why? Are you injured?"
"No, sir, I'm fine, but Professor Snape may need her services after what happened," said Neville with a grin.
"Professor Snape is getting what is coming to him for doing what he did to Harry Potter." Then before anyone could say anything else, Dobby snapped his fingers and Harry Potter was broken away from Dumbledore and Dobby floated him up the stairs and to the infirmary leaving the Headmaster and Neville behind.
"Perhaps I should get up down to the dungeons and see about Professor Snape. If you could be so kind as to fetch Poppy for me Mr. Longbottom, I would appreciate it."
"I'll tell her sir, but I suspect she's going to be busy when I get there," Neville said a little harshly, started up the stairs himself. "Oh, sir?" Neville asked causing the Headmaster to turn back. "Is what Dobby said true?"
Dumbledore never answered the question, but sent Neville on his way as he descended down into the dungeons.
- - - - -
"Professor, professor!" Hermione yelled as she ran into the transfiguration class room.
McGonagall looked at the teenagers in the doorway and was about to deduct house points before she realized that Hermione very rarely caused outbursts of this nature.
"Ms. Granger what is it? Is something wrong?"
However, it was Ron who answered as Hermione was trying to catch her breath after running all they had run all the way up from the dungeons. "It's Harry; Snape did something to him and he…"
"He what?" she asked with worry in her eyes.
Hermione regained her composure and said, "Harry hit Professor Snape, after he did something to Harry."
"Alright now, tell me everything from the beginning."
- - - - -
When Madame Pomfrey arrived in the dungeons, she found most of the students had already left, Professor Snape laying on the floor, holding his nose and Draco Malfoy stuck fast to the wall.
"What happened?" she asked after surveying the damage to Severus' nose.
"Potter did this," Malfoy spat, "He should be expelled, he's a bloody menace to society."
"That'll be enough from you Mr. Malfoy, now hold still or least I remove your skin from the bone instead from the wall," admonished the Headmaster.
Poppy was about to begin to give Severus a pain potion before she started working on his broken nose when she saw the silver metal bar hanging from the ceiling and asked, "Would Potter's backslide have something to do with that bar hanging there?"
Snape growled, "Potter's doings are his own problem."
Very angry at his for making Harry's recovery even harder, she put the potion back into her bag and grabbed his nose ands jerked it back into position causing the potion master to howl in pain.
"Sorry about that Severus forgot to give you the pain potion, but I guess that's your problem," she replied curtly before performing the healing charm.
Moments later Professor McGonagall came racing into the room and saw Poppy tending to a growling Snape and Dumbledore still trying to remove Malfoy from the wall.
"Severus, tell me you didn't do what I think you did," said a very stern McGonagall.
"Oh, he did it Minerva and he managed to knock Potter's recovery back by weeks if not months," Poppy retorted to her friend.
The stern deputy Headmistress took a deep breath and moved her focus from the damaged head of Slytherin House to the one person in the world who should have known better to do this to begin with. "For Merlin's sake Albus, what were you thinking?"
"Minerva, now is not the time, we need to tend to Severus and young Mr. Malfoy here."
She sighed and said, "Get one of the house elves to deal with Mr. Malfoy, Dobby stuck him there and only elf magic will unstuck him. Poppy is dealing with Severus at the moment, so that gives us some time to have that discussion."
Just then the house elf Jibby popped in and took over from the Headmaster, as he was led away and into the corridor by an angry Minerva McGonagall.
"Albus what were you thinking?" she demanded.
"I was doing what had to be done to snap him out of this condition Harry finds himself in. I was hoping that seeing the bar in the classroom would help him overcome the effects of his imprisonment. I never expected him to react the way he did, nor would I have planned for it."
"Well, your plan hasn't done him a world of good now has it Albus. Also if you had waited just a few hours, he was planning on apologizing to you for the way he treated you the other day and Poppy told me that he is trying to touch people now and let himself be touched. A marked improvement wouldn't you say?" she barked at him. "However, I have no doubt in my mind that all his progress has now been scrapped and he is back to the beginning."
Albus Dumbledore stood there sadly not knowing what to say.
- - - - -
While everyone was away from the infirmary, Dobby had been tending to Harry's needs, which were few as all he was doing was sitting in the corner afraid. However, Harry abruptly stood up and walked into the bathroom.
"Harry Potter?" Dobby squeaked.
Harry didn't reply, he just walked over to the sink and looked into the mirror. "Is this who I am now?" he asked his reflection. Harry got no answer.
Taking his wand out, Harry conjured a knife for himself. He had imagined a dagger, but what he ended up with was a Muggle carpet knife. An old fashioned one with a wooden handle and a sharp curved blade.
"Well, I guess this will do," he said looking at the knife in his hand.
Harry slowly brought the curved blade up to his throat and placed it just under his left ear. He felt the tiny prick as the blade broke his skin and then with a deep sigh, he pulled the blade across his neck.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
Benjis VIP, Thanks for the compliment! As for whether Harry is going to like Dumbledore's plan with Snape, I don't really think he will. No not at all!
Fangalla, Yes it will set Harry back and you're right, I bet you have no idea what happened to Harry, well at least not all of the extent of it anyway.
WinterBliss, I am never tired of reading feedback, both good and bad.
Separatrix, You'll see where this leads in time.
Uten, Snape will be getting a punishment, of sorts. :)
Genevieve, I is hoping you's is still liking my story, as DObby would say.
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Seven: Potions
The morning of September 2nd, the Gryffindors were looking around to see if Harry was going to join them for breakfast. When he didn't show up, Hermione became a bit worried.
"Oh lighten up, Hermione, you know how Pomfrey is. She always makes everyone eat breakfast before leaving the hospital wing. She seems to think that we'll forget or something," Ron said to her with a mouth full of bacon.
"You know something Ron?" Ginny asked, "You are THE most disgusting person to have a meal with."
"Thanks," replied Ron as Professor McGonagall started to come by with their new course schedules.
Hermione took hers and asked, "Professor, if you like I can give Harry his schedule."
"No need Ms. Granger, I gave him his yesterday before everyone arrived to the feast," she replied and added, "Hopefully, he'll feel up to going to class this morning."
However, Hermione being as observant as she is, saw something in McGonagall's eye and knew her suspicions from last night had some validity to them and quickly decided on a course of action. So when the transfiguration teacher then began to move along to the other students in her house, when Hermione stood up, took the schedules from her and handed them to Ginny. "Ginny, would you please hand these out for the professor?"
McGonagall was so stunned by her favorite pupil that she didn't respond immediately and Hermione took advantage of it and pulled the elderly witch into a corner for a private conversation. "I'm sorry about that professor, but I need to confirm something with you concerning Harry."
Ron, Ginny and Neville looked at each other with wide eyes; Hermione had never done anything like that before. However, Ginny have half the stack of remaining schedules to Neville and together they began to pass them out as Ron continued to eat and kept looking in the corner where the two stood talking.
A few minutes later Ron watches as Hermione dissolves into a fit of tears. McGonagall herself is looking close to it as well. In an uncharacteristic event, Ron abandons his meal and rushes to her.
"Hermione? Are you alright?"
With tears streaming down her face she nods that she is, but she doesn't look it in Ron's opinion. He looks over to their head of house and watched as she composed her self once more. Then she said, "Ms. Granger, remember what I said, you mustn't tell anyone." Hermione nods again, as if promising to do so.
Moments later Neville joins them with their book bags and they follow Professor McGonagall out into the hall where they meet up with Harry and Dobby.
- - - - -
"Potter, I see you feel up to going to classes this morning."
Harry smiled sheepishly at his head of house and said, "Yeah, I thought I'd try it."
"Well, don't over do it," she told him kindly and started to walk up to her classroom.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"Yes Potter?"
"Can you do me a small favor?" he asked hopefully.
"What is it?"
"Well, you'll probably see Professor Dumbledore before I will, so can you tell him that I would like to talk to him and…" Harry looked to see if his friends were listening, which they were, but he finished anyway, "and apologize for being so rude to him the other day."
McGonagall's eyes were bright for a moment and she sad to him, "You have nothing to apologize for, but I will tell him. It won't be until after first period is over, but I suspect, you'll be busy until then."
"Thanks." Then Harry turned to his three friends and together they went down to the dungeons to their first potions class of the term with Dobby in tow.
McGonagall stood there and watched them go and thought to herself, 'Maybe you can get through this after all.'
- - - - -
As the four teenagers made their way down to the dungeons they talked to each other happily, which made Harry feel more like his old self again. This simple thing relieved Harry more than he realized that he was actually able to be happy again.
Taking their seats in the back of the potions dungeon, all of the students started to take out their supplies and summer homework assigned to them by Professor Snape at the end of last year. While the students busied themselves Dobby made himself scarce, but was still close enough to keep an eye on Harry.
As the bell rang announcing the beginning of the first class, the classroom door slammed shut and the potion's master marched in with his robes billowing out behind him. Professor Snape went up to his desk and began to talk to the class.
"I want your pathetic excuses for summer homework to be brought up my desk. I want your essays placed in the tray to the right and your bottles of potion that you brewed this summer to the left. They had all better be clearly labeled or else anyone who fails to do so, will face a very excrutiating punishment indeed," snarled the greasy professor.
Everyone began to move around the room, to do as they were ordered.
"Harry, let me have your potion and I'll take it with him, while you take our essays," suggested Ron.
"I don't have a potion, I didn't get it done," Harry said lamely.
"Harry!" Hermione began to scold, but caught herself, "sorry, old habits die hard." Then she took off with all the potions and essays leaving the boys to stare at her.
"There are days I swear she is mental!" complained Ron about the Head Girl.
After all the essays and potions were turned in Professor Snape began to count them. "We seem to be short one potion," he said oily to the class. "Who failed to do their summer work?"
Reluctantly, Harry raised his hand to respond.
Snape seemed to smile as he smirked at Harry, "Once again, Potter, you seem to always be the outstanding figure in these events. However, as I promised, you will now have to deal with the punishment of not turning in your homework."
"I have a very good reason for it, sir, and you know it all too well," Harry calmly replied.
"I do not care about your excuses Potter!" spat Snape. "Now get up and come to the front of the class, so you can be punished."
Harry didn't want to leave his seat and Hermione was sending worried looks in his direction. After being glared at by Snape, Harry did as he was told and walked up to the front of the class. Snape sneered at him and conjured a gleaming silver bar suspended from the ceiling.
"You are to stand perfectly still and hold on the bar with both hands above your head until I tell you otherwise," said Snape, causing several in the room, Slytherins included, to ponder what this was about.
Panic immediately seized Harry. 'No, not again, not again,' he chanted in his head as he stared at the bar.
"What are you waiting for Potter?" snarled Snape gleefully, "Get over there and do it." Snape then went to shove Harry in the direction of the bar when he was suddenly bent over when Harry's fist collided with his stomach almost causing him to expel whatever it was he had for breakfast. The two toppled over with Harry on top of the potions master and he grabbed Snape by the collar of his robes and began to pound his fist into Snape's face as Harry began to scream.
Immediately all of the students reacted to what they had just witnessed. The first to respond was Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies.
"Potter? What are you thinking?" demanded Malfoy as he drew his wand on Harry. However, before the blonde could do anything, he found himself being flung across the room and being firmly attached to the wall.
"You's is leaving Harry Potter be," bellowed a very angry house elf.
In the mean time both Ron and Neville were trying to get Harry off of their professor, but he was flailing his arms too madly between hits and kept screaming, "You won't do it to me again, you won't do it to me again." Neither boy understood what he was talking about, but Hermione sat there and watched as tears once again began to fall down her face.
Finally Harry stopped hitting Snape, jumped to his feet and bolted from the dungeons altogether, with Dobby chasing after him. "Harry Potter, Harry Potter, where is you'd going?"
Harry didn't answer, he just began to run, which was a strain on him. Though he had been healed by the school nurse physically, he had yet to take any real exercise and he hadn't worked his legs like this since before his birthday. However, it didn't matter, as he didn't get too far, before colliding with someone that held him tightly.
"Harry? You've got to listen to me Harry. I need you to tell me what happened to you while they had you," came the insistent voice of Albus Dumbledore who held onto the Gryffindor tightly.
Harry didn't respond at all, he just looked past the Headmaster with a distant look of panic and the need to bathe screaming in his head. He tried to remove himself from the elder wizard's clutches, but found most of his strength was used on the potions master and he had very little left to fend off anyone else.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asks again and realizes that Harry is once again slipping into shock. Dumbledore never realized how much Harry would react to the metal bar and for the first time begins to wonder if maybe Harry was affected more than he suspected by his ordeal.
Suddenly Dumbledore was brought out of his thoughts by Dobby demanded, "You'd is letting Harry Potter go now you's is!"
"Dobby, I'm only trying to help Harry."
Now Dobby was angry with the wizard and bellowed, "NO YOU'S ISN'T. DOBBY KNOWS'S ALL ABOUT YOU'S SECRET MEETING DOBBY DOES! HOW YOU'S IS PLOTTING AGAINST HARRY POTTER, DOBBY IS KNOWING ALL ABOUT THAT HE DOES!"
Dumbledore paled a bit, "I'm sure I do not know what you are talking about Dobby."
"Yes's you's do. Now you's is letting Harry Potter go so Dobby can be taking him back to his room," said the elf with his hand pointed at the Headmaster, ready to shoot off a spell or two in his direction.
"Yes, Professor, I think that would be an excellent idea," said the controlled voice of Neville Longbottom.
"Ah, Mr. Longbottom, perhaps you should return to your class," advised Dumbledore.
Neville thought about it, but said, "I could, but I was on my way to fetch Madame Pomphrey."
"Poppy? Why? Are you injured?"
"No, sir, I'm fine, but Professor Snape may need her services after what happened," said Neville with a grin.
"Professor Snape is getting what is coming to him for doing what he did to Harry Potter." Then before anyone could say anything else, Dobby snapped his fingers and Harry Potter was broken away from Dumbledore and Dobby floated him up the stairs and to the infirmary leaving the Headmaster and Neville behind.
"Perhaps I should get up down to the dungeons and see about Professor Snape. If you could be so kind as to fetch Poppy for me Mr. Longbottom, I would appreciate it."
"I'll tell her sir, but I suspect she's going to be busy when I get there," Neville said a little harshly, started up the stairs himself. "Oh, sir?" Neville asked causing the Headmaster to turn back. "Is what Dobby said true?"
Dumbledore never answered the question, but sent Neville on his way as he descended down into the dungeons.
- - - - -
"Professor, professor!" Hermione yelled as she ran into the transfiguration class room.
McGonagall looked at the teenagers in the doorway and was about to deduct house points before she realized that Hermione very rarely caused outbursts of this nature.
"Ms. Granger what is it? Is something wrong?"
However, it was Ron who answered as Hermione was trying to catch her breath after running all they had run all the way up from the dungeons. "It's Harry; Snape did something to him and he…"
"He what?" she asked with worry in her eyes.
Hermione regained her composure and said, "Harry hit Professor Snape, after he did something to Harry."
"Alright now, tell me everything from the beginning."
- - - - -
When Madame Pomfrey arrived in the dungeons, she found most of the students had already left, Professor Snape laying on the floor, holding his nose and Draco Malfoy stuck fast to the wall.
"What happened?" she asked after surveying the damage to Severus' nose.
"Potter did this," Malfoy spat, "He should be expelled, he's a bloody menace to society."
"That'll be enough from you Mr. Malfoy, now hold still or least I remove your skin from the bone instead from the wall," admonished the Headmaster.
Poppy was about to begin to give Severus a pain potion before she started working on his broken nose when she saw the silver metal bar hanging from the ceiling and asked, "Would Potter's backslide have something to do with that bar hanging there?"
Snape growled, "Potter's doings are his own problem."
Very angry at his for making Harry's recovery even harder, she put the potion back into her bag and grabbed his nose ands jerked it back into position causing the potion master to howl in pain.
"Sorry about that Severus forgot to give you the pain potion, but I guess that's your problem," she replied curtly before performing the healing charm.
Moments later Professor McGonagall came racing into the room and saw Poppy tending to a growling Snape and Dumbledore still trying to remove Malfoy from the wall.
"Severus, tell me you didn't do what I think you did," said a very stern McGonagall.
"Oh, he did it Minerva and he managed to knock Potter's recovery back by weeks if not months," Poppy retorted to her friend.
The stern deputy Headmistress took a deep breath and moved her focus from the damaged head of Slytherin House to the one person in the world who should have known better to do this to begin with. "For Merlin's sake Albus, what were you thinking?"
"Minerva, now is not the time, we need to tend to Severus and young Mr. Malfoy here."
She sighed and said, "Get one of the house elves to deal with Mr. Malfoy, Dobby stuck him there and only elf magic will unstuck him. Poppy is dealing with Severus at the moment, so that gives us some time to have that discussion."
Just then the house elf Jibby popped in and took over from the Headmaster, as he was led away and into the corridor by an angry Minerva McGonagall.
"Albus what were you thinking?" she demanded.
"I was doing what had to be done to snap him out of this condition Harry finds himself in. I was hoping that seeing the bar in the classroom would help him overcome the effects of his imprisonment. I never expected him to react the way he did, nor would I have planned for it."
"Well, your plan hasn't done him a world of good now has it Albus. Also if you had waited just a few hours, he was planning on apologizing to you for the way he treated you the other day and Poppy told me that he is trying to touch people now and let himself be touched. A marked improvement wouldn't you say?" she barked at him. "However, I have no doubt in my mind that all his progress has now been scrapped and he is back to the beginning."
Albus Dumbledore stood there sadly not knowing what to say.
- - - - -
While everyone was away from the infirmary, Dobby had been tending to Harry's needs, which were few as all he was doing was sitting in the corner afraid. However, Harry abruptly stood up and walked into the bathroom.
"Harry Potter?" Dobby squeaked.
Harry didn't reply, he just walked over to the sink and looked into the mirror. "Is this who I am now?" he asked his reflection. Harry got no answer.
Taking his wand out, Harry conjured a knife for himself. He had imagined a dagger, but what he ended up with was a Muggle carpet knife. An old fashioned one with a wooden handle and a sharp curved blade.
"Well, I guess this will do," he said looking at the knife in his hand.
Harry slowly brought the curved blade up to his throat and placed it just under his left ear. He felt the tiny prick as the blade broke his skin and then with a deep sigh, he pulled the blade across his neck.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
Benjis VIP, Thanks for the compliment! As for whether Harry is going to like Dumbledore's plan with Snape, I don't really think he will. No not at all!
Fangalla, Yes it will set Harry back and you're right, I bet you have no idea what happened to Harry, well at least not all of the extent of it anyway.
WinterBliss, I am never tired of reading feedback, both good and bad.
Separatrix, You'll see where this leads in time.
Uten, Snape will be getting a punishment, of sorts. :)
Genevieve, I is hoping you's is still liking my story, as DObby would say.