Alright first attempt at an action scene for this story, tell me what you think at the end.

A tragic accident

Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open, the first thing he saw was the blurry white light of the crescent moon shining through the window. He blinked a couple of times, still in slight confusion from the horrible dream that he had only just woken from. Instinctively, Harry leant over to grab his glasses and placed them on his nose, all the while hearing Ron's atrocious snoring filling the room. Something felt...odd.

He lay on his back and absentmindedly stared at the ceiling in deep thought, he could feel something strange. Turning on his side with his white sheet rustling against his skin he faced Ron's fast asleep face on the bed across from his. He could feel it; deep within his gut...something bad was going to happen.

Without realising it his drowsy state caused him to drift back off into a deep slumber with his glasses still perched upon his nose, this time his sleep was restlessly dreamless.

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Waking up again a couple of hours later he noted how the sky was still dark, but the lovely sensation of dawn was in the air since a warm orange glow was seen over the horizon. There was no moon since it had disappeared with the night, or sun in the sky signalling a morning. It was that time between the two and Harry wasn't sure whether to call it twilight since that was when the day fell to night instead. Whatever it was, it was always Harry's favourite time because it was so peaceful.

He distinctively heard the cry of Pestrals in the forest as they called for the sun, the faint lapping of the lake far below, and the singing of morning birds that sang beautifully upon the roof of Gryffindor tower. It made him feel restless considering the strange feeling he still had from the night, so with a smile he silently got up and got ready early. Judging by the sky it was around five o'clock.

Murmuring a cleaning charm he silently crept around the many sleeping forms in their beds, he didn't want to disturb them as he carefully began dressing in his uniform and robes. That bad feeling came back full force when he finished dressing and it was gnawing in the pit of his stomach, why did it feel like something terrible was going to happen? He always seemed to have a sense about these things; therefore he doubted he was wrong.

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Breakfast time came by that day with bubbling worry in Harry's stomach, the feeling had remained with him all morning and it made him acutely alert to every little thing. As time slowly passed him by, coupled with an approaching first lesson of DADA...the feeling had gotten stronger. It was like a warning.

Both Ron and Hermione had detected his strange behaviour and pale complexion but both decided not to bribe it out of him, Harry did have a habit of hiding his fears away but they also knew that he would tell them when he was ready. Never the less, it worried Hermione as she noted he had lost his appetite again.

"Something's wrong, my dear boy." Snape snapped his tired head to Albus, at first assuming the old bloke was talking about him. When his exhausted onyx eyes followed the dull blue gaze he rolled his eyes as he understood he was looking at Harry.

"That has not escaped me, there is always something wrong with that arrogant boy." Snape practically hissed out and Albus switched his unwavering gaze to Severus at picking up that his offensive tone had been doused down, doused down by obvious lack of sleep.

"You're not sleeping, Severus." His old voice rang; it was more of a statement rather than a question.

Severus inwardly cringed; he must be tired for letting it slip to Albus' knowledge so easily. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as Snape glared at him heatedly before switching his attention back to his breakfast in the tiny hopes that Albus would let it go-no such luck.

"It is bothering you, isn't it...the mark?" Albus pushed in a hushed voice and Severus felt his blood run cold.

Snape whipped his head up sharply to McGonagall to his right with his black hair moving gracefully around his shoulders. Fortunately, she was too busy arguing once again with Trelawney to pick up on their conversation. Feeling his heart race at risking such a conversation at the staff table he turned to glare at the ancient headmaster. Dumbledore just smiled at the other man's genuine worry.

"Unfortunately, Albus...this is seriously not the correct time or location to be discussing such matters," was the curt reply.

Dumbledore stroked his long beard with a smirk at realising Severus was trying to brush him off. He watched with keen blue eyes as Severus broke eye contact to pile his plate up with scrambled eggs, obviously signalling that he wasn't going to return to the started conversation. Albus kept staring, a glint to his old eyes.

Suddenly touching Severus's inner magic with his own he saw the pale man physically tense up. If probing him with talking didn't work, there was always magic probing. Prodding Severus' inner magic like a sword he could tell it was really beginning to get on the other man's nerves; this just made the vindictive man chuckle lightly.

Severus felt a vein pop on his forehead and put his fork down to cover his eyes with his hand, could the ancient man be anymore annoying? He quickly tensed his magic up, making it impossible for Albus to prod something as hard as steel. However, much to Snape's disbelief, he felt a tug beginning to pull at his mind. Oh great, Severus mentally groaned with closed eyes beneath his slender hand. Legilimency now is it?

Putting all his magic control to Occulmency his onyx orbs widened as he realised Albus was multi-tasking. Albus could split his magic and so could do more than one aspect at a time...which was proving to be quite formidable. Not only was he intruding into his mind, but he was also prodding his inner magic in unison. Snape would have head banged the desk if he wasn't where he was right now.

"Albus...is this truly necessary?" Severus sighed questionably and Albus just winked at him.

"Just tell me if the mark is keeping you up and I will relent," Albus practically sang with that all too familiar infuriating twinkle in his sapphire orbs. "A simple yes or no."

Feeling his tired magic start to ache from the strain Severus decided he had been defeated for now; he turned his tired eyes to Albus and just flatly answered, "Yes."

Snape felt Dumbledore's magic instantly slip away from his soul and mind, an immediate relief to Severus' currently shattered body. He was eternally thankful that the little game Albus had just pulled off was only detectable to the two of them; to everyone else it just looked like the headmaster was staring at the potion's master who appeared to have a headache.

"I think I have found a spell that could ease your pain, my boy," Albus reassured him in a suddenly gentle and soft tone, quite the opposite of the playful tone that had left his dry lips before hand. "Come to my office at the end of classes, Severus. We will talk more then."

Nodding slowly with his signature emotionless mask plastered across his features Snape mentally scolded himself, he had desperately not wanted Albus to find out his current dilemma of Insomnia due to the dark mark. Yet, as the cruel twist of fate would have it, it had occurred regardless. Picking at his food because of his abrupt lack of appetite he watched as particular students rose from their seats to head for their first classes. One was Ginny Weasley, who had just risen to leave. Snape had a class first, fifth years. He also watched as the headmaster rose from his seat beside him to disappear to his office.

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Feeling a little light headed he hid it well as he scowled at a bunch of talking first year Hufflepuff's in the corridor; they instantly turned pale and hastily scurried away. Everyone that Snape passed with the billowing grace of his black robes became deadly silent as he headed towards the destination of his sanctuary-the dungeons. Stalking across the shiny Entrance Hall's floor with the clinking of his black leather boots on the marble, he suddenly felt something...it was niggling in the back of his mind. His pace noticeably slowed down...What was this?

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"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione cautiously asked, having given in waiting at just how strangely panicked his expression seemed to be.

Hesitantly, he lifted his green eyes to Hermione's. Green eventually met brown. Nervousness met worry. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows at seeing his eyes were glazed over, as if he was constantly thinking about something. Something was definitely on the Golden Boy's mind. She noted how his pupils were larger than normal. Noted how they wouldn't focus on one thing. Watched with building concern as his eyes darted frantically to every moving object.

"...Something's wrong..." Harry croaked out desperately, but no one heard him.

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Severus Snape snarled as he passed a young Ravenclaw boy with black hair, effectively making him hurry away in fear to his first lesson. After watching the boy scramble up the stairs he turned to descend into the dungeon passage, why wasn't he feeling satisfied? The strange gnawing in his stomach had increased. The sensation successfully kept him on his toes. What ever it was it was growing-fast!

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Harry didn't feel right. His breathing was becoming laboured. All the people chatting around him were too much. He felt trapped and couldn't breathe. His heart thundered in his ears. Something was wrong, so very wrong! He could feel it in his stomach. It was building up. It was warning him! Screaming at him!

Everyone else was moving in slow motion around him. Mouths all moved slowly. Laughing and joking. There was too much happening. No one was aware at all! Something was going to happen. Something was wrong! Why was everyone so unaware?

"Something's wrong..." Harry gasped a little louder, fear laced with his words. Still no one heard him.

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The first thing Snape acknowledged when he reached the dim-lit dungeon corridor housing his potions classroom was that it was empty...unexplainably empty. He detected muffled voices from his classroom up ahead. His black eyes burned as he felt enraged. How dare they enter without his permission!

Sneering he picked up his pace. Step after elegant step, clink after loud clink. Each step harshly connected with the stone floor. Black filth and dust was churned up beneath his boots, looking like it fled his searing angry path in fear. The back of his mind registered that the feeling was getting worse. Approaching ever closer to the shut door he growled. The muffles were louder! Closer!

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"What's up, mate?" Ron asked frightfully, he had only just noticed the look of sheer panic in Harry. It was in his movements! In his face! In his eyes! Ron felt his heart freeze, why hadn't he noticed before?

"I've got to get out of here!" Harry suddenly gasped out; it was as if he was having a panic attack.

The fear that gripped him hurt. He was getting desperate. Something was wrong. He could feel it. It was getting stronger! He felt like he had to run. Just keep running until he found it. He knew, he just knew. Why didn't anyone else? Why didn't they care?

Abruptly he shot up from his seat. Suddenly scrambling off the bench! Hermione was trying to calm him down. He could hear her voice faintly. But didn't register it! He could feel everyone staring. He ignored their looks of concern. Why were they concerned about him? He wasn't the one they needed to worry about! Why were they just sitting there?

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Snape felt the sensation in his stomach bubble to unimaginable levels. For some reason it made his heart race. Yet his face displayed none of his inner turmoil. He realised with confusion that the muffles were shouts. Someone was arguing. Something was wrong!

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"HARRY PLEASE!" Hermione cried out and sounded like she was going to break down into tears as she shot up to try and grab him. What was wrong? She didn't understand!

Ron followed suit, his eyes never left Harry as he hastily got away from the bench. He rushed to the doors to meet them there.

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Finally reaching his classroom door he sneered. His pale hand grabbed the cold handle. He pushed down. Nothing happened. It was locked!

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"HARRY PLEASE WAIT!" Hermione screamed desperately, Harry was running down the corridor ahead. She instantly took chase. A single tear dripped down her cheek. It fell from her face as she ran.

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All the Slytherin's were laughing at the weird behaviour...all except Malfoy. Draco had watched the whole thing from his position at the Slytherin table with concerned eyes. Malfoy teased and tormented him yes, but he didn't hate the Potter. He slowly switched his gaze from one laughing Slytherin face to another, why were they laughing? He looked at both Crabbe and Goyle simultaneously at his sides, they were nearly crying in hysterics.

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"SOMETHING'S WRONG I CAN FEEL IT!" Was all Harry yelled back over the rushing wind of his running. He skidded around a corner and Hermione could only fall deeper into despair.

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The arguing had grown louder. It shocked him to find that it wasn't an argument. They were casting spells. Fighting in his lab!

"Stop this foolishness, come out now!" Snape ordered in fury. The casting remained unchanged. They hadn't heard him. A spell prevented them doing so! A loud smash was heard!

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All Ron could hear was Hermione's desperate cries and the thunderous chorus of their sprinting feet. Hermione could no longer stop the tears. She wiped them from her face as she ran. As she desperately chased after Harry! Why couldn't he just tell them?

Harry couldn't even hear her cries. He could only hear his laboured breaths. Hear his rapidly beating heart. Hear his gut screaming that something was wrong. He didn't realise that he was running towards the dungeons. Didn't realise as he practically leapt down the steps!

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Where is their humanity? Malfoy thought coldly. His jaw tightened in silent fury, he had matured over the years. Draco swallowed a lump that was obstructing his throat. A sick sensation swirled in his stomach.

Silently getting up he walked briskly towards the open doors, acting normal as to not rise suspicion. As soon as he vanished out the doors he broke for it. He started sprinting in the direction they had gone. Why did it feel to him that something was terribly wrong? His white hair whipped around his face as he ran.

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Snarling in rage he thrust his hand into his pocket. He viciously yanked his wand out. Without thinking he cast Alohomora. Snape burst in! A sudden unruly scream rang in his ears!-

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-A scream echoed down the dark passage. Harry desperately picked up his pace. He collided painfully with a wall. Pushed off it and kept running! He had known, he had just known!-

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-Draco Malfoy froze in his tracks up the stairs of the Entrance Hall. He sharply looked back at the dungeon entrance. He swore he had heard a scream. It was distant but he was positive! Backtracking down the steps he hurried down into the dark entrance.

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As soon as Snape barged in his eyes widened with pure shock. It was the two students there that created most of it. Snape's black robes billowed around him as he rushed forward and knelt down to one of them-Ginny Weasley! The girl was screaming in agony on the floor. Her hands covered her eyes as she squirmed wildly. At that exact moment Harry, Ron and Hermione burst in!

"MY EYES! MY EYES!" Was her heart wrenching mantra of pain as Snape noticed blood seeping through in-between her fingers.

"GINNY!" Ron yelled as pure fear ripped through him, no Gryffindor courage could prepare him for this. Without thinking he shoved the much feared Snape out of the way to lean over his beloved younger sister in pure disbelief.

Snape didn't even retaliate at the fact Ginny's older brother had just forced him aside. Looking up with furious onyx eyes to find the one responsible all he could see was red in his vision as he clenched his wand more tightly. The culprit was also a fifth year-from his own House! Shooting up sharply and grabbing the girl painfully by the shoulders the brown haired girl looked ill with shock.

"What did you do?" Snape snapped at her, his emotionless mask thrown away to be replaced with anger. The girl could only just hear him over Ginny's constant wails and pleas for help. "What spell did you cast?"
"I-I didn't..." The girl stammered as tears fell from her brown eyes and dampened her hair making it stick to her face, at seeing Snape's sneer for answers she hastily explained. "I-I missed her with a spell and it hit a caldron on y-your desk. The-the potion flew through the air and str-straight into her eyes. I s-swear I didn't mean to!"

Snape's insides immediately froze; the only caldrons that would have been on his desk this first lesson in the morning would have been the testing caldrons from yesterday's double period-with Potter's class! Slowly letting go of the pressure on the girl's shoulders he whipped around and saw a caldron tipped onto its side on his desk, it was leaking the potion which continued to drip menacingly onto the floor. This entire realisation was done through Ginny's continuous screams of pain as blood stained her ginger hair.

Harry had listened to the Slytherin girl intently feeling extremely sick; he had known...he had just known. Slowly switching his gaze from Ron and Ginny to the dripping caldron spoiling the potions masters' desk he noticed that it wasn't their one because it wasn't a successful green. Harry would have felt immensely guilty if it had been his potion.

"Listen to me," Snape suddenly turned to the three arrivals with a serious look gracing his pale features. "We do not have much time; if we leave her like this she will completely lose her eyes...I am afraid now her sight can not be saved."

At hearing this Ron broke down into tears over his little sister, Snape managed to place his signature emotionless mask back on his face-so Slytherin like. Deep down he was actually relieved that the three were here; he was going to need their help.