I got poked with a stick. I am sufficiently scared.

Edited by Knockta

"Harry Potter."

Harry shivered and sunk deeper into his seat.

Everyone was looking at him.

Absolutely everyone, including Snape. He nervously tugged at his robes and checked his reflection in his surprisingly shiny cauldron. Aside from the change in his appearances, he couldn't fathom what they were so interested in.

"Harry Potter, back from your prancing in the meadows with the pixies?" Snape drawled slowly. "Tell me, what is the ingredients needed to create a draught of fleeting cold?"

Harry felt a strong urge to curl up somewhere safe and warm; somewhere away from here where he wasn't questioned pointlessly.

"I have no idea."

Snape curled his lips in a sneer.

"You think because your a Gryffindor, you don't need to study to pass? Ten point from Gryffindor for snark attitude."

Harry grumbled under his breath, feeling shamed, embarrassed and angry. He still hadn't fully wound down from the stunt Sebastian pulled with the soul.

He was, however, slightly thankful that Snape had moved on to drawing instructions on the board rather then antagonizing him.

Ron and Hermione cast him pity filled glances when Snape's back was turned. He ground his teeth and began to start his potion.

"Harry where have you been?" "Harry is that a new look?" "Harry can sit with you at dinner?" "Harry I love you, Harry, Harry, Harry!" Harry threw his hands in the air and rested his head against the cubicle wall.

He so desperately wanted to just flee somewhere high and small and dark.

Females were scarier then he thought. To think he'd have to shake those blood-hounds off before hiding in the boys bathroom... He wasn't desperate, he reminded himself, he was just playing it safe.

Feeling the ripped corner of his sleeve, he sighed. Sure, he was the boy-who-lived, but he'd never had fan girls of this degree! Never ones who were so grabby and touchy.

His head throbbed and his entire body hurt. He just wanted to sleep. To sleep...

He collapsed against the wall, half awake and half unconscious as his body changed.

Sebastian slunk into his room quietly, making sure he couldn't be heard as he crossed the bare floor and approached the tiny figure on the bed.

Cooing gently, he scooped up the little albino kitten and scratched his head.

"I need you to look after someone for me, OK? I'll give you the power to protect him when the time comes, but until then, stay dormant, my little helper."

Vader's eye left eye glowed, a light purple pentagram appearing before he shut his eyes and fell asleep on the plush bed.

A/N

Whelp, my phones dead, and with it my soul has died. I had to physically check my email today, no instant alert! The horror.

I would love to say that I went on a magical-soul-seeking journey and have a legit reason as to why I haven't updated. But then I'd be lying; I just ate a lot of chocolate custard and watched anime and cried at the bad crime shows my family adores.

Extremely short chapter, but eh, if I have to force it, it would just become poo.

~Dread