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Chapter Twenty Five

By Rosa241

Oliver POV:

Okay as soon as potions is over we're going to Madame Pomfrey. Anyone with half a mind knows that this isn't right! Even Fred and George know that somethings wrong although they have yet to confront Percy with their thoughts. They both know as well as I do that confronting him right now will do nothing but start an argument. Ever since they found out about Flint and the bullying they've made such an effort to get on better with Percy and it's been working too. The three of them are getting on better now than they have in years.

"Mr Wood perhaps you can answer my question." Snapes voice brings me back to the present to see a class full of people staring at me.

"Um…" My eyes automatically flicker over towards Percy and I'm sure that I see a smug smile cross Snapes lips as I do. At the beginning of the year he'd insisted that Percy and I sat on separate sides of the room in order to, and I quote, ensure that we were both able to fully focus. His eyes had been firmly settled on me whilst he was talking and I know he split us up to stop Percy from helping me. Git.

What on earth ever possessed you to take potions!? You know you suck at it!

I'm seriously convinced that if it wasn't for Percy's help then I'd have blown up the school years ago now. The only reason I took potions was because he always help me. I can't say I've ever liked the subject. To be honest I've always preferred transfiguration which is strange because…

Wait what was I doing?

"We're all waiting." Oh! His question. With no help coming from my best friend and no clue of what question I am supposed to be answering I sigh heavily.

"I don't know the answer Sir." I purposefully look away from the sniggering Slytherin behind me and keep focused on Professor Snape.

"Perhaps that would be because you weren't paying attention something we can work on in your detention tonight. 10 points from Griffindor." Sinking down in my chair I force myself to pay attention to the lesson despite the fact that it doesn't really make a lick of sense. I know that Percy will help me later on, he always does, but I don't want to lose any more points. God knows I'd never hear the end of it.

Percy POV:

I can't help smirking as I watch Oliver sulking across the room. Thursdays are usually the best day of his week since we have last lesson free and he doesn't have Quidditch practice. He usually spends most Thursday nights doing nothing, and that normally includes homework that's due in the next day, which he thoroughly enjoys. A throbbing in my head reminds me of something else. Oliver was supposed to come with me to the hospital wing but now he has to stop in detention. Great.

"Mr Weasley if you could stop for a moment." Wait what? What did I do? As the rest of the class file out, including an equally confused Oliver, I can't help but worry. The door comes to a close and I can feel the nervous energy coming off of me. What does he want to see me about?

"Is there something wrong Professor?" I feel like I'm a child right now. I'm quite proud to say that in all my years here I've never been in Professor Snapes bad books. What did I do?

"The essay that you handed in last week was definitely not your best effort." Another throb goes through my mind as the constant headache makes itself known once again. Truth be told I can't even remember what the essay was about I'd felt so ill when I wrote it I know it can't possibly be any good. "Professor Dumbledore did mention that he didn't object to giving our Champions extra time with homework and such."

"No, no!" Grimacing at the sound of my voice I can't help closing my eyes as the pain pulses behind my eyes even worse than before. It takes a moment before the pain subsides to a dull ache and I open my eyes once again.

I really need to see Madame Pomfrey.

"Truth be told Professor I haven't been feeling well for a while. I thought maybe it was just the flu and that it would go away but it hasn't. Oliver and I were actually on our way to the hospital wing after this lesson." I try my best to ignore the ache but eventually I'm forced to squeeze my eyes shut once again. This time it takes longer than I would like for the pain to dwindle off. This stupid headache has been growing increasingly more severe for the last few weeks now, between that and the dizzy spells it's been a hellish experience.

"Mr Weasley." My eyes dart open at the voice of Professor Snape. There's a tinge of concern laced within his words that I haven't heard before. "Perhaps it best you take a seat."

Slipping into the chair behind me I clamp down the on the sickness building in my stomach. These stupid headaches combined with the dizziness have done nothing for the nauseous feeling rolling round my insides. It takes a few minutes for the current wave to pass and I can't help but sigh when it does.

"Sorry Professor." He shakes his head as he stalks over towards the door and throws it open with more force than I'm sure is needed.

"Mr Wood it would be in your best interest to escort Mr Weasley to the hospital wing." Perfect, as if Oliver wasn't smothering me enough.

"Are you alright?" If I didn't think it would cause another wave of pain to shoot through my head then I'd laugh at the speed at which he rushes into the room. "Let me guess another headache and wonderful dizzy spell. Well if you'd gone to Madame Pomfrey weeks ago then you'd be fine by now."

The glare I give him is somewhat spoiled as another wave of pain laces across my head. Okay this is getting ridiculous now.

"Shut it." The world tilts slightly as I stand but quickly manages to right itself before my stomach contents make themselves known.

"Probably wouldn't be so bad if you weren't having those stupid nightmares basically every night." As we head out of the dungeons I can't help cringing as the dimming light of the day hits my eyes.

I really hope Madame Pomfrey can help.

Snape POV:

Watching Wood I can't stop my thoughts returning to Weasley. Anyone who has taught him would agree that he's a very intelligent young man. His aptitude and sheer determination combined with the natural intelligence he possessed meant that he was able to work through my Potions lessons very easily. His companion on the other hand did not. I've seen many students over the years like Wood and it doesn't take a genius to see that he's lazy when it comes to his studies. Everything about his body language screamed laziness.

Weasley's essays were usually totally on point and were easy to mark but his most recent attempt...it was far from his usual standard. Ordinarily I wouldn't allow 'feeling ill' as an excuse for poor work but something was off about him today. I haven't noticed it lately being that my mind has been occupied with the continual disappearance of ingredients from my store. I'd thought at first that Potter and his friends were brewing Polyjuice potion again but recently my mind has gone elsewhere. The ingredients that have gone missing were being used to make more than Polyjuice potions I am sure about it. If only I could…

Something flashes in the back of my mind and forces me to sit up.

Another headache…

Dizzy spells…

Nightmares…

There's something about this that seems so familiar, I've seen these symptoms before I know I have. But symptoms of what? What could possibly cause this? Any potion that could cause these symptoms would have to have been brewed by someone with a particular talent for potions.

Another headache…

Dizzy spells…

Nightmares…

It couldn't be, could it? It's not possible. There's no one that would go to those lengths. Despite the thought I know deep in my heart that there are many people out there that would go to the ends of the earth over a teenager.

Another headache…

Dizzy spells…

Nightmares…

"Mr Wood you may leave." He makes no comment on the fact that I'm letting him go early, simply scuttles out of the door as quick as he can.

Striding over to the bookcase it takes a minute to locate the particular book but eventually I track it down. Flicking through the pages I think for a moment that I'm wrong before I hit the particular page I'm searching for.

Symptoms include severe headaches, dizzy spells, disturbed sleep and general feeling of weakness throughout the body.

No.

And I believe that's enough for now. I'll apologise again for the delay in updating work, family crisis' and pure laziness (I'm channelling Oliver) getting in the way. I won't promise when I'm going to update again since we all know I won't stick to it and instead I'll leave you with a goodbye!