Cursed

Chapter 7: Insanity prt.2

As Dumbledore made his way towards the infermary, he was bombarded by two hectic teenagers.

"Professor!"

Despite his actual feelings, he put on a smile and greeted them warmly. "Ah, Miss Granger...Mr. Weasley."

"We just saw Harry in the infermary, and Madame Pomfrey kicked us out. What's going on?!"

"He looked awful", Ron added. "And he started yelling at us, like he didn't know who we were."

The warm smile from the Headmasters' face slowly faded, as he realized now was the time to tell them. "Yes...Harry's health... is in a rather...unfortunate situation...", He looked at the two, knowing how hard it was going to be for them to hear. "It's rather difficult to explain...why don't you... accompany me to the hospital wing."

The two looked delighted to be able to see there friend once again. Finally, they weren't just going to be ignored and left in the dark.

"Thank Merlin", Madame Pomfrey sighed as the Headmaster walked through the door. Though she agreed the boys situation was indeed disheartening, she was ashamed to admit she was anxious to get rid of him.

Unfortunately, following Dumbledore were Potter's friends.

"What are they doing here", she scolded the Old wizard. "I just shoed them out."

"There with me", Dumbledore explained firmly.

The Medi-witch instantly composed herself. Knowing not to push the Headmaster when he was in a foul mood.

"I see."

As they made their way over to the boy, she rushed over to warn them. "Keep your distance. Do not touch him."

Heeding Pomfrey's warning, Dumbledore held out his arms to block the children from getting any closer. "That'll do."

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked.

"Has he gone mad?" Ron asked, seeing the look in his friend's eyes.

"Perhaps", Dumbledore answered truthfully. "But by none of his own doing."

"Well, then by who's?" Hermione continued.

Though they had no proof. The answer seemed simple. "I can only think of one person who would benefit from a misfortune such as this."

"...Voldemort", Ron growled.

Everyone looked at the red-head, as he mentioned the hated man's name. "What?", he argued. "Everyones thinking it, I'm just saying it. Who else could it be?."

The look in everyone's eye's said that they agreed.

There was a long drawn out silence before anyone spoke again.

"What's gonna' happen to him?" Ron asked.

"We'll be moving him down to the dungeons for now, so Madame Pomfrey can continue her work."

"Dungeons?" Hermione questioned, obviously disapproving. "That's barbaric! He needs to be in a hospital! He needs someone to look after him!"

Dumbledore smiled sadly at the young Gryffindor. "I agree...But I don't think being in a hospital will help Harry."

The children were silent, wondering what the old Wizard was trying to say. "Well...He's going to get better isn't he?" Hermione asked nervously.

Dumbledore was thinking of what to say, as the door opened.

Everyone turned in unison, to see Severus Snape enter the room. The man strode in silently, making his way towards the small crowd.

"Severus", Dumbledore greeted sternly.

The Potions Master nodded in acknowledgement. "He seems calm", Snape commented, looking at the boy on the bed.

"Just don't make any sudden moves", Madame Pomfrey warned him.

"I see", he answered realizing the boy was probably not as calm as he appeared. "Weasley. Granger", he greeted, suddenly acknowledging that Potter's friends were with them. "Have they been informed", he questioned, secretively.

"I thought it best to wait till we had all the facts", Dumbledore answered.

Ron and Hermione just stood there listening, in anticipation and fear.

"Well", Snape started. "It'd be best to talk in private", he explained, eye-ing the boy on the bed, suspiciously.

"The boy is practically comatose", Dumbledore pointed out.

Snape eye'd the old man, emphasizing the need to be in private, as he recalled the booksellers words.

"All right", Dumbledore nodded. "Poppy...We'll be right outside."

She nodded, watching the four walk out the door.

It didn't take long for Snape's words to bring the young Gryffindor's to tears. The hopelessness of the situation left them sick to their stomache's. How could something like this happen? Harry was suppose to defeat Voldemort, so everyone could live happily...right?

Though Harry's friends were not done asking questions they were dismissed due to the task at hand: moving Harry to the lower dungeons of the castle. Someplace where his screams would not be heard, if he deemed it necessary to do so.

Sadly, apparating was out of the question, considering magic was useless on the boy. The curse would deflect it. It would fight it off, just as it was fighting Harry's own body.

The best they could do was conjure wheels to the young wizard's bed, and hope to move him discretely down the secret passage ways to the dungeons.

As they neared the boy, he seemed to suddenly become more alert, and aware of his surrounding. He growled, as they came closer.

Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's leg, trying to sooth him. "Relax my boy, we're only-

"Don't touch me!!"

The sudden outburst, made the old wizard jolt.

Harry's chest pounded madly and he fought the restraints, pulling as hard as he could.

"Let's make this quick", Snape commented, throwing a sheet over Harry's head.

Dumbledore nodded, taking his side at the end of the bed. As quickly as they could, they pushed the crazed boy through the secret corridor that was hidden within the infermary. Harry's head shook madly, trying to remove the bedsheet. He was somewhat quiet for half the trip, mostly grunting and growling. Then his mind seemed to do a 180, and he began to curse and threaten anyone he could think of.

"Stupid Filthy Vermin - KIll you...you did this. You made me sick. You're all making me sick. You're all in on it!" He cursed them, as they took him down the private corridors to the dungeons.

As the lights became dimmer and the temperature dropped, the two wizards calmed somewhat. They were now far enough to be out of earshot. Whatever the boy said now, did not matter. No one would hear him.

As they found a somewhat suitable room for Harry to stay, they wheeled him in. It was just an old cell. But it was in the warmer section of the dungeons.

"Fetch us some blankets will you Severus. I want him to be comfortable."

"Ofcourse Headmaster", Snape left quickly to retrieve the wanted items.

Dumbledore quickly removed the sheet from Harry, wondering how he was doing.

Harry looked around, noticing where he was.

He did not look to happy.

"NnnnNNNNNnnnnn", Harry pulled at his restraints again. A painful twinge in his wrist, reminded him of the fact that it was broken. But in his current state, he hardly cared.

"Calm down my boy", Dumbledore tried to soothe. "We'll find a way out of this", though there was no confidence in his voice.

"Let me out", Harry growled.

"Easy now."

"LET ME OUT!" Harry screamed at the stop of his wheezing lungs.

"Headmaster", Snape returned.

"Lay them over there", he instructed quickly.

Severus obeyed, and started making a small bed for Harry in the corner.

"That's it. Now help me with him."

..."You deem it wise to release him from his restraints?"

"At this point, yes. Otherwise I feel he might do further harm to himself, in order to get out."

Snape nodded, walking over hesitantly, not knowing what to expect when they set the boy free.

Harry continued to growl and spit out threats. "Let me out.!!let me go!! I'll kill you!!

The boys words did nothing to comfort Snape's nerves.

"We must do this quickly, and leave just as quick."

"I agree", the old man nodded.

"Ready?", Snape asked, standing over Harry's feet, while the old man stood by the restraints on the boy's arms.

"...ready."

Snapes fingers where quick and agile, as he undid the binds.

However, the older wizard was not so quick, and as he fumbled to get the second strap undone, Harry grabbed at him.

"No you don't", Snape yelled, seeing Harry go to bite the old man's hand, and pulled his head away quickly by grabbing at the boy's hair.

"Aaah!" Harry screamed, more out of anger than pain.

Just as the boy began to thrash, Dumbledore released him from the binds and they left quickly, locking the cell behind them securely.

Harry got up quickly, not taking long to realize that he was once again trapped.

He stalked over menacingly to the bars, panting heavily.

"You'll be safe in there my boy", Dumbledore breathed, feeling guilty, yet thankful that this was done.

Harry banged his head against the bars in aggravation before stalking back into the corner.

"Now what?" Snape questioned, seeing as their job was done.

The old wizard sighed, tiredly. "I don't know."

Snape gave him an odd look, never remember hearing those words come out the headmaster's mouth.

"Should someone stay and look after him?"

"...perhaps", Dumbledore replied quietly, as if he really didn't see the point in it."

Snape persed his lips in aggravation. The Old man was giving no comfort, no words of wisdom, which he should be crammed full of at his age. Snape just couldn't believe that he was seemingly giving up. There had to be some alternative. Some means of saving Potter.

Dumbledore turned to leave.

"I'll inform Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. Perhaps they could visit the boy..." He ended his sentence. Not wanting to think of the little time they had left.

Snape stared at the old man's retreating form. It was almost dispicable. How could he just abandon his "golden boy"?

He glared dangerously, before stalking out.

He had work to do.

Hermione heard the news first, and informed the Head Master that she'd she him immediately, Obviously not waiting for Ron, who was on the other side of the castle.

While Dumbledore went to find Ron, Hermione found her way down to the Dungeons, anxious to see her friend.

Her pace, which was once a sprint, slowed down as she made her way down deeper into the hollows of the castle.

It was cold. And every noise seemed to echo for miles.

"Harry?" she called out timidly.

She continued her walk until she heard shuffling up ahead.

She gasped at the sound, and hurried her pace.

Looking into the cell where she thought she'd heard the noise, she saw a shadow.

It was too dark to make out all the details, but she could tell it was Harry.

She swallowed back the lump in her throat as a strong wave of grief suddenly hit her like a Tsunami.

"Harry?"

Remembering how he'd acted last time she saw him, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

Was he...still him?

"...How are you feeling?", She all but rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the question.

"We...we all miss you", she fought the lump in her throat again.

"The others... they...they don't know. They..."

"Mione?"

"Y...Yes?" she stuttered, Startled to hear his voice. "It's me."

All she heard next was the shuffling of feet as someone approached quickly.

She all but gasped in surprised as his gaunt face suddenly came into view, as he clung to the bars.

"Mione', they locked me up. They left me here to die", he cried.

Her mouth gaped open, at hearing his desperate words.

"Harry...I..."

"Let me out", he begged almost silently. "Please?"

"Harry...", she cringed, knowing he had been put in there for a reason. Though at the moment she couldn't understand why. He seemed so...so...

She stepped closer, wanting to help him. He looked so destroyed. she wanted nothing more than to release him from this place. Almost in a trance, she walked up to the bars to her friend, wanting to offer him hope or some small form of comfort.

"Harry I...Aaaahhh!"

Her speech was cut short as the troubled boy grabbed a hold of her brown locks and pulled them into the bars, until her head pressed painfully against them.

"Ahh. Harry Stop!" She pulled back painfully, trying to win back her locks.

"Stop!" She screamed, finally pulling hard enough to tear herself away.

The instant she was free, she fled, never looking back at the boy who now held a rather large handful of brown wavy hair.

AN:Yaaaaaaaaaay! I finally found a way to end it, without making it stupid. :D But don't quote me on that. Cause some might think it is stupid.

And I wanted to say thanks to the person who emailed me and got my ass in gear. Otherwise it would've taken a lot longer to get this chapter up...if at all! ...unfortunately I deleted my email. But I browsed through the people who had 'Cursed' on their 'Alert list', and I think it was 'Spirit Mornea'. Sorry if I got that wrong though. And anyways, thank you to all of you who read my crap. :) NEXT CHAPTER: Potions that kill