I'm such a butt for the inconsistency of my updating! Sry! *hides behind Snape* I'm going through a bit of a HP weird phase...My writer's block is still as great and terrible as before, but I'm trying to get ahold of it, and I think I'm winning:) I'll be starting Swim soon(and I'm bloody sick!), so I'm gonna work harder and faster because I'm going to be more busy:) It's not easy when you don't have enough time to get down your good ideas quickly...Okay, enough of my excuses, here's chap 22!
Chapter 22- Screaming Pain
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Harry jogged down the hall to the hospital wing making good time for allowing more than a brief visit with Draco. He hoped that the Slytherin was at least awake by now, and that he was feeling better. Madam Pomfrey had said that Draco would be there for awhile, and he knew that there wouldn't be many sincere visitors to come by and see him after what Ron did.
Slytherins didn't like to associate themselves with failure.
Harry quietly opened the hospital wing door, cautious of the newest arrivals in Madam Pomfrey's care, and poked his head in. Madam Pomfrey noticed his entrance immediately, and gave Harry an exasperated look.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here now?"
Harry's eyes flicked involuntarily to the privacy curtain which he knew Draco to be hidden behind. "I came to see Draco."
"Now of all times?" She was still a little suspicious of Harry's concern for the Slytherin. How it was at all possible for Draco to have made friends outside of his own house was a mystery to her.
"I won't be long," Harry tried.
"Okay, Mr. Potter. Behind there." She watched as the boy smiled gratefully and left her to seek Draco. How their friendly, if uncharacteristic, acquaintanceship was possible was beyond her reasoning.
Harry looked behind him to see Madam Pomfrey mumbling to herself and going about the many beds of the wing, seeing to her patients as he looked upon them himself. They didn't seem to be any better than they were in the afternoon, and the few that were awake followed him with their glazed eyes and that vague expression upon their faces. It weirded Harry out, to say the least, but he just supposed that they watched him because he was a moving object. He hoped that they had better days ahead.
Harry approached Draco's private cubicle and took a breath before peering inside. He wasn't sure what he'd see, and he didn't want to intrude if Draco was upset with him.
"Draco?" Harry peeked in and saw the platinum-haired boy laying on his side, back facing Harry. He crept in silently, not sure whether or not he should disturb him, and stood next to the nightstand which was lacking of any get-well tokens. It was disheartening.
Harry poked Draco once. "Draco?"
"Stop poking me, Potter," came an annoyed voice. Harry half smiled as Draco turned on his back slowly, coughing several times.
"How are you?" Harry asked with concern.
"How do you think?" Draco snapped, suppressing a cough.
"Sorry," Harry said to his biting remark. "This shouldn't have happened to you."
Draco took short, labored breaths to avoid coughing and bringing pain to his ribs. "Is...this what...it's like to be...friends with you?" Was that a joke? An actual joke from Draco Malfoy?
"More or less." Harry grinned at Draco's usage of the word 'friends'. He suspected that Draco still held his current stance with him as opposed to being against him, like old times, regardless of what Ron did to him. "Do you remember what happened?"
"I don't have...amnesia...Potter. Bloody Weasley..."
"It was an accident, you know." Harry really didn't want Draco and Ron to be at each other's throats over this, even though things did seem pretty bad. And also their previous 'relationship' was hardly what Harry would call friends. But Ron -had- shown some remorse over what he did to Draco, regardless of past incidents.
Draco coughed and winced in pain, and Harry noticed the bandages around his torso. "I thought Madam Pomfrey would've fixed your ribs by now."
"She can't so...easily with this curse." He coughed again and cursed himself for showing such weakness.
"She said you'll be out and about in two weeks," Harry told him blithely.
"Oh joy...What's happening...out there?" he asked in respect to the hospital wing.
"I'm not sure, but something's going on. There's a bunch of your house-mates here with you," Draco gave him a questioning look, "but no one knows what's wrong with them."
"When did this...happen?"
"Just today. Me and Ron found them all in the North courtyard-"
"Them all?"
"Yes. There's quite a few of them. All acting strangely. They won't speak, and they just have this glazed-over look on their faces."
Draco looked alarmed, thinking both of the situation and for himself. If anyone found out he'd turned..."Do you think...it's Him?"
"I hope not. Between you and me, Professor Snape seemed like he knew something about it, but he wouldn't say. And the other teachers don't seem to know what's going on either."
"It's dark magic...It has dark...magic written all...over it."
If Draco was right, and he most likely was, then this was incredibly serious. If Voldemort already had operatives inside the school, then they might know about the Omnivieve Glass, and in that case, Draco was in danger.
"This isn't good."
"Very smart...Potter."
Harry grinned widely. Things were starting to fix themselves and fall back into their proper place. His plans to take things with more respect and to ignore petty, trivial problems in this school world as opposed to the real world were beginning to look up. They may have been hindered from previous events, but they were starting to look better than previously. Maybe this was all just a stage he had to get through before things got better. It could just be his body trying to adjust to all the changes he'd endured in so short a time, and why not? He was getting stronger in his magicking. Snape knew that fact personally. Yes, things were definitely getting better.
Harry mentally checked his time, and decided that his visit with Draco was about over.
"I gotta go."
"Sure, Potter."
"See ya later, Draco." Harry waved and left the privacy of Draco's curtain. He walked out into the rest of the hospital, guessing that Madam Pomfrey was doing something in her office upon noticing her absence. He furrowed his brow at the Slytherins in the bed. He really wished something better would become of them.
He walked slowly, unnerved by the glazed over looks of Madam Pomfrey's charges, looking each in the eyes and seeing nothing of recognition. He nodded to a blond-haired boy, feeling obligated to do something, and saw something flicker in his eyes. Harry stopped, and looked for a moment longer, seeing something about the boy's expression.
"P...Pot..."
Harry's eyes widened and he stepped towards the boy, hearing him speak. "Are you...speaking to me?"
"hel...me..."
"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry shouted, wondering where she had got to, and looking at the boy in the bed. He was staring at Harry with something of recognition in his glassy eyes, and confusion was etched upon his face. Harry went to his bedside and tried to communicate. "Are you alright?"
"Pot...ter..."
"Yes, it's me."
"...dan...ger..."
Harry looked hard at the boy struggling to make words, fright now in his eyes. Did he say danger? What danger?
"What do you mean? What danger?" What was this Slytherin telling him?
"...da-" was all the boy could say, as his attempt at speech was interrupted by abrupt pain in his head.
And then the earsplitting screams started.
Harry put his fingers to his ears as the boy began to scream, and looked all about him for Madam Pomfrey. Surely she wouldn't have stepped out for a moment? Harry stood gripping his head to cover it from the screams as he saw the expressions on the faces of the other children twist in distress with the noise. He made eye contact with one, and the second he did, that girl too, started screaming.
//Oh gods! What's happening to them?!//
Harry didn't even hear Madam Pomfrey's frantic foot-falls as she came running into the room from somewhere back in her office.
She didn't know which child to deal with first, and didn't know what could have happened. She saw Harry gripping his head, and started in to him, covering her own ears. "Potter! Are you alright?! What's happening?!"
"They just started screaming!" Harry yelled over the screams. "I don't know what's wrong with them!"
Madam Pomfrey went to the screaming boy first, extracting her wand from her robe and running it over him to see if she could detect anything, but she found nothing, and didn't quite know what to do.
"Potter, run and fetch the Headmaster!" she yelled as she started mixing various vials at the boy's bedside. Harry nodded and ran out of the hospital as fast as his feet could carry him.
//What's happening to them? And what danger was he talking about? He wanted my help...// Harry thought as he made his way through corridors at lightning speed. He didn't know what to make of all of it, and the look on Madam Pomfrey's face hadn't been good.
Harry stopped momentarily as he realized he'd ran right past the stone gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office. He ran back and quickly spit out the password, jumping onto the revolving stairs and awaiting his arrival at Dumbledore's office. Almost too long for his own good, he finally reached the door, and rapped a few times before hearing Dumbledore's voice murmur entrance. Harry opened it up, or more like burst through, and was a little dumbfounded by the sight of the Headmaster happily sitting by the fire enjoying a cup of tea with Faux the phoenix perched on the head of his chair.
"Is something wrong, Harry?"
"The...Slytherins...hospital wing..." Harry panted as he quickly gulped in air. "They're screaming...and Madam Pomfrey...wants you..."
Dumbledore put his cup of tea down and rose out of his chair with a look of contemplation upon his face. He stroked Faux and strolled over to Harry, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder and allowing him to catch his breath.
"The Slytherins in the hospital wing are screaming, you say?"
"Yes. Madam Pomfrey sent me to get you. Something's wrong with them."
"Well then I suppose I should be off, then," he said with a smile as if it was the most normal request in all the world. He started out of his office with Harry flanking him, giving the phoenix a quick wave good-bye.
"And-"
"You can go about your business, Harry. Thank you for alerting me."
"I-" Harry remembered his appointment with Snape, and how by now he was already late. "Thank you, sir." He took off at a run again towards the dungeons, not wanting to face Snape's wrath, and at the same time, wondering what Dumbledore was going to do with Madam Pomfrey's charges.
"Hiya, Harry!" he heard as he ran, seeing a blaze of red hair, and realizing that George was in the corridor looking less than mischievous. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"Detention," Harry huffed out as he ran past, and George grinned, seeing that he was headed towards the dungeons of the castle, and therefore to Snape.
"Have fun!" he heard chipperly after him in the hall. Of all the things to say...
He quickly turned a corner and put on the last of his speed, finally bursting into Snape's classroom and practically dying from need of air.
"You're ten minutes late, Potter," came an icy voice. Harry just huffed and puffed, feeling pain in his side from all the running, and his lungs burning for more air.
"I was *gulp* hospital..."
"How many points is that which you've caused Gryffindor to lose this week alone, Potter?" He looked at Harry with a scowl from the papers he was grading, not really wanting an answer, but expecting one just the same.
"Thehospital," he huffed. "SlytherinsscreamingandIgotDumbledore..." He tried to speak quickly, as much as his breathing would allow, to explain why he was late. Not that it would matter much with Snape anyway...
"What's that, Potter?!" he looked perturbed by Harry's quick speech and the nature of his sentence.
Harry quickly gulped air and willed himself to calm down enough to speak clearly. "I was in the hospital visiting Draco-." He paused to swallow air. "And the Slytherins from earlier started screaming-." Another pause. "After one spoke to me-"
"One of the children spoke?" His gaze was intent on Harry and none too serene. He got up out of his chair and swooped like the great bat he was over to Harry, wanting information.
"He said my name, 'help' and 'danger'. And then he started to scream." He paused to take a deep breath. "And then a girl across the room started screaming as well, after I'd looked at her."
Snape stiffened and narrowed his eyes in thought as Harry wheezed pitifully. He really shouldn't have run so hard.
"You're not to go to the hospital anymore, Potter. And our session for tonight is canceled until further notice. Return to your Common Room." Harry looked at him unbelievingly, as well as deeply upset. Snape's voice was intimidating and icy enough to just about anyone, but the cold flat tone and seriousness resonating from it made Harry go glacial, consternation set deep into his face. "Leave, Potter."
Harry quickly about-faced and left the dungeon, shutting the door on the way out as he heard a sharp noise come from within the room, and then silence. Whatever was happening, it was very big, and he knew Snape wasn't in the classroom anymore. He decidedly took it upon himself to go back to Gryffindor Tower.
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Okais, sorry about taking so long to finally update. This isn't the end, but there will be one, and I plan more, so please have patience with me and I'll try my best to get more out. It's easier for me if the chaps aren't as long, but I'll try my best to get out some stuff:) Thanx for waiting so long, and I really don't blame anyone if you've decided to shun me:) heh heh...okay, here's to it then:)
ParanoiaIn2005: Partied in his youth? this was just last week! *grins cheekily at affronted-looking Potions Master* Hee hee...you know *winks* *Potions Master looks upon authoress with disdain* Yeah, well, whatever. *grins* Yeah, I know the last one was rather short, but oh well. At least I got it out. I'm currently writing two fanfics at the same time, and let me tell you, it is -not- easy to make deadlines:) This review was such a comfy hug to get me going you wouldn't believe:) Heh heh...kudos to me! And thanx for tellin' me about the action. I'm currently at a point where I need the extra push to write:) *jumps into Sevvy's lap* Isn't that right, darling? *Snape's eyes open wide* *snuggles up to Sevvy* *looks frightened*
Charmed-103: I did have a lot of work, and my work load is indeed lessened, and hopefully enough to get these chappies out quicker:) Thanx a lot, and I'll try to make the chappies longer. There are some major points I'd like to get back too, and then we can finally get into the good stuff:)
PhoenixPadfoot89: Hope you liked that smack! I was dying to put it in! Originally, she was going to smack Ron, but it was just too hard for me to write that evil plot-bunny! Save me from the plot-bunnies!! *snuggles closely to Snape, who looks affronted once more* I would get a new compy, but those things cost money, and that's something I don't have:) I'm saving up for my Winter Formal, and then Spring Break, and then to move my ass outta here for college! GAHH!! If only there was a compy genie! I'm sure he'd give us each one:)
Katani Petitedra: *Snape stares, almost as if trying to use mind powers, at you* Wow. That's creepy. *looks up at Snape* AHH! Oh, it's only you. *searches Snape's head* Not a single damn grey hair! How does he frickin' do it? *own hair is checked by Snape* Stop that! I know I'm stressed! ...mmm....I'll keep on goin'! Damn writer's block...
bob-the-bear: Wow! I've got you reading two of my fics? I'm very touched:) Thank you so much!
Anne: Kinky Harry...heh heh heh...Yeah, my writers block is terrible. It just won't come to me for this fic, and i feel so bad because my updating of this has been so erratic and slow:( Oh well, I'll do what I can and that's that:) heh heh...size 120 font...:)
Fallen Angel: Thanx a bunch, and sorry I've taken so long. I know it's been a bit hectic, and probably confusing with such a long wait:) heh heh...
Chapter 22- Screaming Pain
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Harry jogged down the hall to the hospital wing making good time for allowing more than a brief visit with Draco. He hoped that the Slytherin was at least awake by now, and that he was feeling better. Madam Pomfrey had said that Draco would be there for awhile, and he knew that there wouldn't be many sincere visitors to come by and see him after what Ron did.
Slytherins didn't like to associate themselves with failure.
Harry quietly opened the hospital wing door, cautious of the newest arrivals in Madam Pomfrey's care, and poked his head in. Madam Pomfrey noticed his entrance immediately, and gave Harry an exasperated look.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here now?"
Harry's eyes flicked involuntarily to the privacy curtain which he knew Draco to be hidden behind. "I came to see Draco."
"Now of all times?" She was still a little suspicious of Harry's concern for the Slytherin. How it was at all possible for Draco to have made friends outside of his own house was a mystery to her.
"I won't be long," Harry tried.
"Okay, Mr. Potter. Behind there." She watched as the boy smiled gratefully and left her to seek Draco. How their friendly, if uncharacteristic, acquaintanceship was possible was beyond her reasoning.
Harry looked behind him to see Madam Pomfrey mumbling to herself and going about the many beds of the wing, seeing to her patients as he looked upon them himself. They didn't seem to be any better than they were in the afternoon, and the few that were awake followed him with their glazed eyes and that vague expression upon their faces. It weirded Harry out, to say the least, but he just supposed that they watched him because he was a moving object. He hoped that they had better days ahead.
Harry approached Draco's private cubicle and took a breath before peering inside. He wasn't sure what he'd see, and he didn't want to intrude if Draco was upset with him.
"Draco?" Harry peeked in and saw the platinum-haired boy laying on his side, back facing Harry. He crept in silently, not sure whether or not he should disturb him, and stood next to the nightstand which was lacking of any get-well tokens. It was disheartening.
Harry poked Draco once. "Draco?"
"Stop poking me, Potter," came an annoyed voice. Harry half smiled as Draco turned on his back slowly, coughing several times.
"How are you?" Harry asked with concern.
"How do you think?" Draco snapped, suppressing a cough.
"Sorry," Harry said to his biting remark. "This shouldn't have happened to you."
Draco took short, labored breaths to avoid coughing and bringing pain to his ribs. "Is...this what...it's like to be...friends with you?" Was that a joke? An actual joke from Draco Malfoy?
"More or less." Harry grinned at Draco's usage of the word 'friends'. He suspected that Draco still held his current stance with him as opposed to being against him, like old times, regardless of what Ron did to him. "Do you remember what happened?"
"I don't have...amnesia...Potter. Bloody Weasley..."
"It was an accident, you know." Harry really didn't want Draco and Ron to be at each other's throats over this, even though things did seem pretty bad. And also their previous 'relationship' was hardly what Harry would call friends. But Ron -had- shown some remorse over what he did to Draco, regardless of past incidents.
Draco coughed and winced in pain, and Harry noticed the bandages around his torso. "I thought Madam Pomfrey would've fixed your ribs by now."
"She can't so...easily with this curse." He coughed again and cursed himself for showing such weakness.
"She said you'll be out and about in two weeks," Harry told him blithely.
"Oh joy...What's happening...out there?" he asked in respect to the hospital wing.
"I'm not sure, but something's going on. There's a bunch of your house-mates here with you," Draco gave him a questioning look, "but no one knows what's wrong with them."
"When did this...happen?"
"Just today. Me and Ron found them all in the North courtyard-"
"Them all?"
"Yes. There's quite a few of them. All acting strangely. They won't speak, and they just have this glazed-over look on their faces."
Draco looked alarmed, thinking both of the situation and for himself. If anyone found out he'd turned..."Do you think...it's Him?"
"I hope not. Between you and me, Professor Snape seemed like he knew something about it, but he wouldn't say. And the other teachers don't seem to know what's going on either."
"It's dark magic...It has dark...magic written all...over it."
If Draco was right, and he most likely was, then this was incredibly serious. If Voldemort already had operatives inside the school, then they might know about the Omnivieve Glass, and in that case, Draco was in danger.
"This isn't good."
"Very smart...Potter."
Harry grinned widely. Things were starting to fix themselves and fall back into their proper place. His plans to take things with more respect and to ignore petty, trivial problems in this school world as opposed to the real world were beginning to look up. They may have been hindered from previous events, but they were starting to look better than previously. Maybe this was all just a stage he had to get through before things got better. It could just be his body trying to adjust to all the changes he'd endured in so short a time, and why not? He was getting stronger in his magicking. Snape knew that fact personally. Yes, things were definitely getting better.
Harry mentally checked his time, and decided that his visit with Draco was about over.
"I gotta go."
"Sure, Potter."
"See ya later, Draco." Harry waved and left the privacy of Draco's curtain. He walked out into the rest of the hospital, guessing that Madam Pomfrey was doing something in her office upon noticing her absence. He furrowed his brow at the Slytherins in the bed. He really wished something better would become of them.
He walked slowly, unnerved by the glazed over looks of Madam Pomfrey's charges, looking each in the eyes and seeing nothing of recognition. He nodded to a blond-haired boy, feeling obligated to do something, and saw something flicker in his eyes. Harry stopped, and looked for a moment longer, seeing something about the boy's expression.
"P...Pot..."
Harry's eyes widened and he stepped towards the boy, hearing him speak. "Are you...speaking to me?"
"hel...me..."
"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry shouted, wondering where she had got to, and looking at the boy in the bed. He was staring at Harry with something of recognition in his glassy eyes, and confusion was etched upon his face. Harry went to his bedside and tried to communicate. "Are you alright?"
"Pot...ter..."
"Yes, it's me."
"...dan...ger..."
Harry looked hard at the boy struggling to make words, fright now in his eyes. Did he say danger? What danger?
"What do you mean? What danger?" What was this Slytherin telling him?
"...da-" was all the boy could say, as his attempt at speech was interrupted by abrupt pain in his head.
And then the earsplitting screams started.
Harry put his fingers to his ears as the boy began to scream, and looked all about him for Madam Pomfrey. Surely she wouldn't have stepped out for a moment? Harry stood gripping his head to cover it from the screams as he saw the expressions on the faces of the other children twist in distress with the noise. He made eye contact with one, and the second he did, that girl too, started screaming.
//Oh gods! What's happening to them?!//
Harry didn't even hear Madam Pomfrey's frantic foot-falls as she came running into the room from somewhere back in her office.
She didn't know which child to deal with first, and didn't know what could have happened. She saw Harry gripping his head, and started in to him, covering her own ears. "Potter! Are you alright?! What's happening?!"
"They just started screaming!" Harry yelled over the screams. "I don't know what's wrong with them!"
Madam Pomfrey went to the screaming boy first, extracting her wand from her robe and running it over him to see if she could detect anything, but she found nothing, and didn't quite know what to do.
"Potter, run and fetch the Headmaster!" she yelled as she started mixing various vials at the boy's bedside. Harry nodded and ran out of the hospital as fast as his feet could carry him.
//What's happening to them? And what danger was he talking about? He wanted my help...// Harry thought as he made his way through corridors at lightning speed. He didn't know what to make of all of it, and the look on Madam Pomfrey's face hadn't been good.
Harry stopped momentarily as he realized he'd ran right past the stone gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office. He ran back and quickly spit out the password, jumping onto the revolving stairs and awaiting his arrival at Dumbledore's office. Almost too long for his own good, he finally reached the door, and rapped a few times before hearing Dumbledore's voice murmur entrance. Harry opened it up, or more like burst through, and was a little dumbfounded by the sight of the Headmaster happily sitting by the fire enjoying a cup of tea with Faux the phoenix perched on the head of his chair.
"Is something wrong, Harry?"
"The...Slytherins...hospital wing..." Harry panted as he quickly gulped in air. "They're screaming...and Madam Pomfrey...wants you..."
Dumbledore put his cup of tea down and rose out of his chair with a look of contemplation upon his face. He stroked Faux and strolled over to Harry, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder and allowing him to catch his breath.
"The Slytherins in the hospital wing are screaming, you say?"
"Yes. Madam Pomfrey sent me to get you. Something's wrong with them."
"Well then I suppose I should be off, then," he said with a smile as if it was the most normal request in all the world. He started out of his office with Harry flanking him, giving the phoenix a quick wave good-bye.
"And-"
"You can go about your business, Harry. Thank you for alerting me."
"I-" Harry remembered his appointment with Snape, and how by now he was already late. "Thank you, sir." He took off at a run again towards the dungeons, not wanting to face Snape's wrath, and at the same time, wondering what Dumbledore was going to do with Madam Pomfrey's charges.
"Hiya, Harry!" he heard as he ran, seeing a blaze of red hair, and realizing that George was in the corridor looking less than mischievous. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"Detention," Harry huffed out as he ran past, and George grinned, seeing that he was headed towards the dungeons of the castle, and therefore to Snape.
"Have fun!" he heard chipperly after him in the hall. Of all the things to say...
He quickly turned a corner and put on the last of his speed, finally bursting into Snape's classroom and practically dying from need of air.
"You're ten minutes late, Potter," came an icy voice. Harry just huffed and puffed, feeling pain in his side from all the running, and his lungs burning for more air.
"I was *gulp* hospital..."
"How many points is that which you've caused Gryffindor to lose this week alone, Potter?" He looked at Harry with a scowl from the papers he was grading, not really wanting an answer, but expecting one just the same.
"Thehospital," he huffed. "SlytherinsscreamingandIgotDumbledore..." He tried to speak quickly, as much as his breathing would allow, to explain why he was late. Not that it would matter much with Snape anyway...
"What's that, Potter?!" he looked perturbed by Harry's quick speech and the nature of his sentence.
Harry quickly gulped air and willed himself to calm down enough to speak clearly. "I was in the hospital visiting Draco-." He paused to swallow air. "And the Slytherins from earlier started screaming-." Another pause. "After one spoke to me-"
"One of the children spoke?" His gaze was intent on Harry and none too serene. He got up out of his chair and swooped like the great bat he was over to Harry, wanting information.
"He said my name, 'help' and 'danger'. And then he started to scream." He paused to take a deep breath. "And then a girl across the room started screaming as well, after I'd looked at her."
Snape stiffened and narrowed his eyes in thought as Harry wheezed pitifully. He really shouldn't have run so hard.
"You're not to go to the hospital anymore, Potter. And our session for tonight is canceled until further notice. Return to your Common Room." Harry looked at him unbelievingly, as well as deeply upset. Snape's voice was intimidating and icy enough to just about anyone, but the cold flat tone and seriousness resonating from it made Harry go glacial, consternation set deep into his face. "Leave, Potter."
Harry quickly about-faced and left the dungeon, shutting the door on the way out as he heard a sharp noise come from within the room, and then silence. Whatever was happening, it was very big, and he knew Snape wasn't in the classroom anymore. He decidedly took it upon himself to go back to Gryffindor Tower.
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Okais, sorry about taking so long to finally update. This isn't the end, but there will be one, and I plan more, so please have patience with me and I'll try my best to get more out. It's easier for me if the chaps aren't as long, but I'll try my best to get out some stuff:) Thanx for waiting so long, and I really don't blame anyone if you've decided to shun me:) heh heh...okay, here's to it then:)
ParanoiaIn2005: Partied in his youth? this was just last week! *grins cheekily at affronted-looking Potions Master* Hee hee...you know *winks* *Potions Master looks upon authoress with disdain* Yeah, well, whatever. *grins* Yeah, I know the last one was rather short, but oh well. At least I got it out. I'm currently writing two fanfics at the same time, and let me tell you, it is -not- easy to make deadlines:) This review was such a comfy hug to get me going you wouldn't believe:) Heh heh...kudos to me! And thanx for tellin' me about the action. I'm currently at a point where I need the extra push to write:) *jumps into Sevvy's lap* Isn't that right, darling? *Snape's eyes open wide* *snuggles up to Sevvy* *looks frightened*
Charmed-103: I did have a lot of work, and my work load is indeed lessened, and hopefully enough to get these chappies out quicker:) Thanx a lot, and I'll try to make the chappies longer. There are some major points I'd like to get back too, and then we can finally get into the good stuff:)
PhoenixPadfoot89: Hope you liked that smack! I was dying to put it in! Originally, she was going to smack Ron, but it was just too hard for me to write that evil plot-bunny! Save me from the plot-bunnies!! *snuggles closely to Snape, who looks affronted once more* I would get a new compy, but those things cost money, and that's something I don't have:) I'm saving up for my Winter Formal, and then Spring Break, and then to move my ass outta here for college! GAHH!! If only there was a compy genie! I'm sure he'd give us each one:)
Katani Petitedra: *Snape stares, almost as if trying to use mind powers, at you* Wow. That's creepy. *looks up at Snape* AHH! Oh, it's only you. *searches Snape's head* Not a single damn grey hair! How does he frickin' do it? *own hair is checked by Snape* Stop that! I know I'm stressed! ...mmm....I'll keep on goin'! Damn writer's block...
bob-the-bear: Wow! I've got you reading two of my fics? I'm very touched:) Thank you so much!
Anne: Kinky Harry...heh heh heh...Yeah, my writers block is terrible. It just won't come to me for this fic, and i feel so bad because my updating of this has been so erratic and slow:( Oh well, I'll do what I can and that's that:) heh heh...size 120 font...:)
Fallen Angel: Thanx a bunch, and sorry I've taken so long. I know it's been a bit hectic, and probably confusing with such a long wait:) heh heh...