Harry moulded the fire with tight control. He made the fire cloak his hands and pulled till it was comfortably touching his skin. The layer of fire around his hands thicken until about a centimetre thick like a pair of gloves. It would not burn him. He enjoyed the warmth it gave off though. He let the fire 'melt' into his hands, extinguishing. Then he took a deep breath and breathed out. He watched the fire burst from his mouth and flow in a steady stream before slowly stopping as he ran out of breathe. Perfect control. Then he gently blew out again. A bird made of fire flowed from his mouth and flew around his head before vanishing.
Harry gave a small smirk and swung his legs from the tree branch he was sitting on. He leaned against the trunk of the tree and look over the ground of Hogwarts. His eyes landed on the quidditch pitch were Gryffindor students flew around practicing. He watched them play a moment longer before they surprisingly flew downwards. A moment later he spotted the twins leading who he suspected their younger brother between them, a large bucket in his hands. He seemed to be throwing up. Harry just glanced around again and was surprised to hear a whinny below him. He looked down and spotted a threstal. He looked at it curiously as it looked up at him. He stared at the scaly horse and it gave a small hop fluttering its wings.
"You want to see my bird?" he asked, not knowing how he knew.
It tossed its head. Harry slid from the tree till he stood next to the threstal. He just stood there and a clump of fire appeared in front of him before slowly changing into the shape of a bird. Movement helped him focus much easier and shape things much easier, but he could control it without movement. The small bird of fire flew around both him and the threstal. The dark horse watched it almost curiously. When it extinguished the threstal turned and nuzzled him. Harry just looked at it. Then it trotted off. 'Odd. D must have rubbed off on me.' He thought. Then he shuddered.
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Harry gazed at the game between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. He watched Blaise fly quickly with the Slytherin team. He had taken up a chaser position. Hermione wasn't with him for one, opting to go to the library instead. Harry himself was sitting in the teacher's box. He had no one to sit with in any of the houses and would rather be around some more intelligent and calm people instead of screaming kids. He briefly noted Lucius Malfoy was once again in the teacher's box watching his son, Draco, who had taken over seeker. Harry had already spotted the snitch. It was right above Malfoy's head. Moron. Very few others saw because of the distance he was above them, but with Harry's sight he could see it.
His eyes flew wide suddenly, and he rolled to the side. Teachers screamed as a bludger ripped past Harry and tore into the seat beside him. Luckily no one was hit. Harry rolled again as the bludger came back. It was faster now. The stands should have had spells warding bludgers away, but something seemed to have happened. Harry couldn't roll away from the next hit or he'd roll into a teacher or onto large splinters of wood. He ducked. He had just stood and spun when the bludger came back. He was nailed in the chest.
Harry heard, more then felt, a few ribs break. He felt all the breath pushed from his lungs as he was pushed back by the bludger. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bleacher and he fell over the edge. The bludger flew away as he started to fall. He distinctly heard screams as he started to fall and felt gravity take over. Then suddenly he was jerked to a stop. He looked up to find Snape gripping his robes. The man was almost all the way over the edge also. Lucius Malfoy was holding onto the back of Snape's robes to keep him from tipping all the way over the stands. Immediately people started to help them up.
Everyone was panicking and he saw wands out, but no spells seemed to work on him. He could see why. There seemed to be a spell around him. The magic wasn't human magic though and was stopping all magic from affecting him. As he was pulled into the stand Lucius picked him up. He let out a small hiss before giving a cough and splattering some blood on Lucius's robes. 'A rib pierced something.' He realized. McGonagall and Dumbledore were yelling orders now and Dumbledore had hit the bludger, which had come back, with a reducto, which had been strong enough to tare through though the blocking wards.
Harry could see the game had also ended as Draco Malfoy had caught the snitch and Hooch was yelling orders also. Harry was gently handed from Lucius to Snape. He looked up at Lucius to seem him looking at Harry with a slightly concerned look. Harry's view of the man was cut off as Snape turned and bolted for Hogwarts with Harry. Harry just relaxed into the man's arms. It was hard to breathe as every time he did so piercing pain shot through his chest.
Finally Harry was set down and realized they were in the hospital wing. He coughed up a bit more blood and heard Pomfrey bustling around. A moment later he felt magic sweep through him, just before a vial was stuffed in his mouth. He froze up and struggled. He wouldn't drink it! He couldn't see properly anymore. It was dark. His hearing was off everything was muffled. He wouldn't drink. Vernon had made him drink something once. Poison. He had been forced to take it. It hurt. Wouldn't drink! A moment later it was pulled away and he sank into darkness oblivious to Snape and Pomfrey casting sleeping spells.
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"Mr. Harry Potter sir must leave Hogwarts!"
Harry closed his eyes shutting the picture of the green elf from his mind. He had woken up in the hospital wing with it blabbering about terrible things happening and such.
"I'm not leaving Dobby. I can't. Now if you would kindly leave and stop trying to get me killed with bludgers and such."
It wrung its ears in its hands. Then it vanished as the teachers carted in a Gryffindor first year, frozen, who held a camera. Harry gazed at the kid a moment, the teachers not even noticing he was awake. Then he laid back and drifted off.
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Harry ran a finger along the jars and vials. So many ingredients. He turned as he heard the door click shut. Snape stood silently watching him.
"Can I help you Mr. Potter?"
They weren't on the best terms. Snape seemed to dislike him. But they were civil.
"I wished to thank you." He said simply. "For catching me when I fell."
Snape watched him closely.
"I would have done it for anyone." The man scoffed before moving to his desk and sitting down.
Harry glided over and Snape's eyes stayed glued to him. Harry moved around the desk so he stood next to Snape. Then he reached up and held either side of Snape's head in his small hands. The man stiffened slightly watching him warily.
"Anyone?" he asked softly.
Snape didn't answer.
"Even Voldemort?"
Snape shuddered at the name but said nothing. Harry just looked into the dark eyes.
"Would you have caught me if I could tell you at sometime we may be enemies?"
No answer.
"Would you have caught me if I would kill you afterwards?"
No answer. Harry gave a small smirk.
"No. No you wouldn't."
"What is the point to this conversation?" Snape growled pulling away from his hands.
Harry gave a smirk.
"There is no point."
Snape glared. Harry reached into his robes and pulled out a small box. He set it on Snape's desk. A moon and rose were on the small brown paper.
"My friends were quite pleased to hear I was well."
"Friends?" Snape asked cautiously.
He hadn't like the sound in Harry's voice. Harry paused thinking.
"Yes. Friends." He frowned.
"You don't seem that convinced." Snape said.
Harry thought a moment.
"They are as close to friends as you can get with me." He said finally.
Snape just watched him before reach ing out to open the package. Inside was a small box containing what looked like white flower petals. He caught the scent it gave off and his breath caught.
"Vampire blossom."
His eyes swivelled to Harry.
"Where did you get this?" he demanded in a whisper.
Vampire Blossom; a white flower, resembled a rose, very rare, used in some very rare potions, petals took a month to shrivel and die, could only be grown with the blood a vampire had drunk then bled onto the seeds.
"My friends were pleased to hear I was alive. They decided to give you something as thanks."
Harry swept from the room ignoring the stare that followed him.
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Harry gazed at the ghost and student frozen in horror. He watched the teachers levitate the student away and puzzle over the ghost. He heard a red head scream and spotted a trail of spider. 'They don't like basilisks.' He thought. He watched a red headed girl looking at the scene with a bitten lip. He could see the black tendril was larger. He watched her a moment then walked off. He didn't much care.
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His 'second' Christmas. He stroked Ne as he picked up a small wrapped present. From Blaise. It was a scarf made of light violet and silver with almost invisible flower petals drifting around it. There was also a pair of matching gloves and a bunch of chocolate frogs. Hermione's present was a book on household charms and a box of bertie botts every flavour beans. Noir had sent him a small plant. It was about half a foot tall and leafy with one large red blossom. It was a rare blood flower. Instead of watering you had to give it a certain amount of blood. The petals would fade to white when it needed more. Maen had sent him a cloak along with a small throwing knife. D had sent him a chocolate cake along with a traditional changshan.
Harry delicately set the flower on the coffee table and stored the book on a shelf. Then he stored the candy in his room with the outfit. He left his cake by the flower and pulled his new cloak, scarf, and gloves. He let Ne burrow under his clothes and cast a warming charm around the snake as he allowed Hedwig on his shoulder. He wished to go see if there were any large spiders in the forest.
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End Of Chapter 14.