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Chapter 7: Catch me, I'm falling
I hadn't told my parents how I didn't have any friends, didn't want them to know. None of the Slytherins liked me for being a half-blood, and the rest of the school didn't like me for being a Slytherin. All of that made things hard, nearly impossible.
My mind would only half concentrate on professor Snape's words. I felt like I was spinning around and around. Why was my head spinning? I noticed that professor Snape stopped talking after a while, giving his usual intimidating look to the class. From somewhere far away I was able to hear the words of dismissal, soon followed by scraping of chairs and talking. I didn't even dare to move. I was too afraid of the fact that I would fall over in front of the whole class.
Suddenly I felt someone touch my shoulder and I stiffened.
"What are you still doing here, miss Potter?" The smooth voice of professor Snape whispered into my ear.
The spinning only got worse, making me too nauseous to even try to answer him. I couldn't even see clearly anymore. I could feel someone shaking me, probably professor Snape, and call out my name, but all that came out of me was a quiet moan. I tried to walk forwards quickly, trying to force my whole body to just move. All I ended up doing was to fall flat on my face. Only reason to why I didn't end up with a broken nose was because of professor Snape's strong arms around my waist.
Professor Snape lifted me up into a sitting position, making me face him. I only faintly registered his lips moving quickly, him looking shocked and worried down at me. It was as if most of my body suddenly refused to work properly. So much I wanted to hear what he told me, answer him, anything. I couldn't even make myself moan anymore. Screaming coming from everywhere around them. Professor Snape carefully lifted me up into his arms, never stopping his attempts to get contact with me. A scared man behind prison bars.
All I could feel running through my body was the feeling of fear and being uncertain. Why was I trapped in my own body like this? A messy haired man grabbing the prisoner by his wrists. By the seconds my eyes turned even more and more foggy. All senses except fear had escaped me. A young man yelling at a group of elder men, waving his arms about him as he yelled, clearly frustrated. If it hadn't been for professor Snape holding onto me, I would've thought that I had fallen into unconsciousness. A young, red headed woman attacking the floor, holding up a rat in triumph. Suddenly the arms around me disappeared and I started panicking, hyperventilating. It was terrifying to lie there, completely still, without any of the most important senses. A short, rat-like man being in court, people giving him cold looks from everywhere around him.
After what seemed like hours, but probably only were a couple of minutes, I felt a cold hand lift up my chin, then something hard and warm being pressed to my lips. Professor Snape was making me swallow a potion. He was very patient with me, too, seeing that I choked up much of it. What astonished me was that he didn't get mad or frustrated at all, like dad had been while I was sick a couple of years back. All professor Snape did was making soothing rings on my back, again and again telling me it was going to be alright. By now I was actually able to make out the words he was muttering, and the shadows of furniture around the room.Two men hugging each other like their life depended on it. My whole body started to feel stronger and stronger, but on the same time also more and more exhausted. Professor Snape stayed by my side all the time, holding me up and against his chest. I felt truly safe there. I couldn't figure out why he hadn't just placed me in the hospital wing, instead of doing all of this himself.
When the time passed and I was almost feeling normal again, I started to try to move smaller parts of my body, like my fingers or toes.
"P-professor S-snape?" I finally managed to croak out, barely making any noise at all.
He stood up from his chair a short distance from where I was lying, and knelt down beside me. Those kind eyes held so much worry.
"Yes, miss Potter?" He said slowly, making sure I heard him.
"Wh-what's happening to me?"
"I am not sure, but you ill have to rest now that you have gotten better. If not, then I cannot guarantee that you will recover." Professor Snape whispered into my air.
He didn't need to tell me twice. My body was basically screaming for sleep, so I gave into the plea. Within minutes, I had fallen into a deep sleep, professor Snape's hand warming me up.