"Harry! Wake up!" Ron said.

"W-what?" Harry said drowsily. His head was pounding.

"We're going to be late!"

Harry slowly sat up and put on his glasses. Only to see Ron was fully ready, while Harry had just woken up.

"Go on ahead. I'll catch up," he told Ron. "At least one of us won't get detention." Ron froze. "I insist." Ron nodded, and went to potions.

When Ron left, Harry slowly stood up and got dressed. He headed to the portrait hole, but paused for a moment, a tickle in his nose. He pinched his nose. "XXT! XXT!" It was going to be a long day.


"Harry! Where have you been!" Hermine whispered. "You're half an hour late!"

Ron looked over at him. "Bloody hell, Harry! You look like Quirrell's face threw up all over you!" He whispered.

"Thanks..." he whispered, sarcastically. He broke into a coughing fit.

"Mr. Potter," Snape said walking towards them. "Is there a problem?"

"No, sir-" He managed to say between coughs.

"Seventy points from Gryffindor and detention. Fifty points for being late, and twenty points for disrupting class, and detention for both."

Ron tried to protest, but was interrupted. "But sir he-"

"Would you like to join him, Mr. Weasley?"

"No, sir..."


After class they went to the common room to get ready for next class. Harry went to talk to Hermine.

"Where were you?" She asked.

"I slept in," Harry replied.

"Well, now you have detention."

"I know. I just hope I don't have to spend it with Lockhart."

"What is it with you and Lockhart?"

"He's always bragging. He's almost as bad as Malfoy." He started breathing quickly.

"Harry are you-?"

"Ishoo!" Hermine opened her mouth to say something, but Harry held up his hand to signal he wasn't done. "Ishoo! Ishoo!"

"Bless you," Hermine said.

"Thags," he replied, full of congestion.

"You know, you should really go to the hospital wing and get some pepper-up potion," Hermine told him.

"Doh," he responded, rubbing his nose. "I'b dot goig."

"But you-"

"I'b fide!" He blew his nose. "It's just a cold."


Later, he was put with Lockhart for detention.

"Ah, Harry! What are you in for this time?" He asked, shuffling around looking for something, his back towards Harry.

"Being late and coughing during class."

"Another chase for attention, ey?" Harry rolled his eyes. Lockhart turned around towards Harry. He jumped. "Harry! You look terrible! Are you okay?"

"Why does everyone keep asking that? I'm fine!"

Lockhart tried put his hand on Harry's forehead, but only felt it for a second before Harry pulled away. But that was long enough. "Harry! You're burning up!"

"I'm fine!"

"Why don't you go off to the hospital wing and get some pepper-up?"

"If you're so experienced, why don't you make some yourself?"

"I would, but I don't have the materials."

"Fine!" Harry stormed out to the hospital wing.