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Harry didn't go back to sleep that night, he just layed there in bed, trying to get Cedric's dead, frozen face, out of his head. Harry just stared at the cealing, saying "I did it. I did it. It was me. I killed him." Over and over. Harry was staring at something only he could see. He was staring at Cedric's dead face. He heard the words "Kill the spare", and then a flash of green light. He then heard a popping noise.
A popping noise...? Harry jerked his head up, and he saw someone standing in the darkness of his room. Harry, instinctively, grabbed for his wand. It wasn't there. Uncle Vernon had thrown all of his stuff into the cupboard. "Who's there?" Harry asked, trying to sound demanding. "Must you always act ignorant, Potter?" The voice replied. Harry jumped up, well, as much as his injuries would let him.
"P-Professor Snape? Is that you?" Harry asked."What were you expecting? Merlin himself? Of course it's me, you nitwit!" Snapes snapped. Harry flinched at Snapes voice. Ever since his uncle started beating him, Harry was scared of everyone. "W-what are you doing here?" Asked Harry. "All you need to know is that Dumbledore is making me come and get you. You're going to be staying with me at my house." Said Snape, sneering.
Harry blinked. No more Dursleys. Well, not for this summer, anyway. Harry didn't care if he was staying with Snape. Atleast he didn't have to stay with the Dursleys. Harry was so happy, he would've leaped for joy, but he would never dream of doing that in front of Snape. "Well, what are you waiting for?! Get your stuff ready!!" Snape said, looking coldly at Harry.
"Well, uh, my stuff? My stuff's downstairs." Harry said, nervously. "Well, go down and get it!" Snape yelled. "Please don't yell, sir. You might wake up the Dursleys." Harry said, standing up. Snape stared coldly down at Harry. "Just get your stuff." Snape said, icily. "You see, that's the thing. I, uh, can't." Harry said, finding sudden enterest in his hands. "And why not?" Snape asked. "Well, the door's kind of...uh..." "I don't have time for this." Snape muttered, before walking to the door. He turned the doorknob, but nothing happened.
"...locked." Harry said once Snape had tried to open the door. "Why is it locked?" Snape asked. "I, uh, tripped Dudley." Harry said, making up a quick excuse. "You're always up to something, aren't you?" Snape asked, before pulling out his wand. "Alohamora." Snape muttered. Harry heard the turning of all his locks, and then Snape yanked the door open. Harry followed Snape down the stairs, and into the living room.
"Um, my stuff's in the Cupboard, but it's, uh, locked too." Harry said quietly. Snape coldy called out the word 'Alohamora', and then yanked the door open, making quite a racket, but not enough to wake up the Dursleys'. "Please sir, don't make so much noise. My u-uncle might wake up." Harry said. Snape turned around and glared at him, making Harry tremble slightly. Snape didn't notice.
"Get your things." Snape growled at Harry. Harry ran over to the cupboard, trying not to show his pain to Snape. He grabbed his trunk, and with much effort, pulled it out of the cupboard. "How are we going to be going to your house?" Harry asked. "Portkey." Was all Snape said, before he pulled an old shoe out of his robes. "It's designed so that it will only take you to your destination when two people touch it." Snape said, but Harry wasn't listening.
Harry's eyes went wide as he looked at the Portkey. "Potter?! Did you hear what I said? Grab on to the Portkey!" Snape growled. Harry reached out a hand, and grabbed onto the dreadful Portkey. Harry felt the familiar tug behind his naval, and then Harry was whisked away. A few seconds later, Harry arrived in a beautiful two-story house, with an Oak floor, and lavender furnishing.
Harry wasn't paying attention to what the house looked like, though. He was, again, staring at something that only he could see. He saw the third task, just when he and Cedric had touched the cup. "Did anyone tell you that the cup was a Portkey?" Asked Cedric. "No." Answered Harry. "Kill the spare." Harry heard a voice call. "No! It's me you want, don't take him! He didn't do anything! "Please!" Harry half yelled, half cried. Tears were pouring down his face. "Cedric." Harry said, in a very small voice.
Snape looked at Harry, with a sneer on his face. "You aren't still on about that boy, are you?" Snape asked, making Harry sound like an idiot for crying over someone. The glaze that usually forms over Harry's eyes when he see's invisible things, vanished, and Harry furiously wiped at his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to have a breakdown!" Harry said, hoping he wouldn't get a beating. "Yes, well, since it's too late to go back to bed, we might as well eat breakfast." Said Snape, before stroding off, expecting Harry to follow.
Harry followed, his pace much slower then Snapes, due to the injuries he had. Harry arrived in the dinning room 5 minutes after Snape. The table was full of things that Harry was craving for. Eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, toast, oatmeal, milk, and orange juice. Harry sat down in the chair across from Snape, and just sat there.
Harry watched as Snape got a little bit of everything. Harry's stomach growled, and Snape must've heard, because
he looked up. "Aren't you going to eat, Potter?" Snape asked. Harry looked up nervously. "I-I didin't think th-that you w-wanted me t-to." Harry stuttered. Snape eyed him strangely. "And why wouldn't I?" Asked Snape suspiciously. "B-Because I might've done something wr-wrong." Harry said. "But you haven't done anything wrong." Snape said. Harry looked down at his hands, his stomach growling louder. "Well, you might as well eat. I'd get in trouble if Albus thought I was starving you." Snape said.
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A/N: Well, hope you liked this chapter.