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Chapter 10 : Terror in the Forest
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How in the world do you keep this stuff going? I have a lot of ideas planned for this chapter and it flows pretty smoothly. You don’t have to worry about me having writer's block.
Do you realize that you can't post the same story on two sites? Actually, it is allowed. I’ve asked the admins and they told me as long as both are updated and I don’t tell them to go to somewhere else for the chapter, I may keep both. Ask them yourself.
How is it that Harry can't control going back to the wizarding world? You know how it is when you get really angry at someone you want to throw a tantrum, hitting people on the way? Well when Harry gets bad news, his emotions make him trigger another episode. He can’t go back just because he wants to, either. Some episodes are stronger than others, so it’s harder to recover from those.
Is there really no Hogwarts? Well, there’s a Hogwarts Sanitarium, but I’m sure that’s not what you were asking. I won’t say if this is some evil trick by Voldemort or whatever, it’s a secret. You’ll find out in the end! :P
Why is Lucien so mean to Harry? Lucien (or Lucius) doesn’t like Harry hanging out with his son. He thinks Harry is trash, just like in the Wizarding world.
What is my favorite ship? I love H/Hr, but don’t tell me it will never happen in Jo’s books, because I already know that. I never thought she would, but I think they would be a cute couple. I dislike H/G, but my story seems to be writing itself because it’s leaning towards H/G.
Yay! Fifty-two more reviews! That brings my total to 295! I’m close to 300, now. I had 300 but I deleted those because of my mistake. I am proud to say that this will in no way spoil HBP, because this is the kind of fic that can do whatever. Thanks, reviewers!
What's happened before...
“Deep breaths, Harry,” she said quietly. The Forbidden Forest was just how he remembered it. He could even hear familiar thumps of something gaining. Very familiar…
“Oh bloody hell!” Harry coughed, breath becoming rapid. “Not real!”
“Stay with me, you just got out of it, don’t go back!” she whispered. Harry turned his head slowly, a large, slimy black creature breathing down his back. A large, slimy black eight-legged creature to be exact.
“Aragog!” Harry whimpered.
“D-Dr. P-Porter?” Harry whispered, his face only inches from the black, slippery spider. Hot, sticky breath blew in his face, making him shudder.
“You’re not – as brave,” Aragog took deap breaths in between words through his gigantic pincers. “-as you once – were – Mr. Potter…”
“Bloody hell,” Harry fumbled with his arms and his robes, but a pair of unseen hands were restraining him in his place. “Not happening… not happening…”
“Oh, but it is, Mr. Potter – and – you have no – Weasley – with you,” he continued. Harry leaned backwards and felt himself fall to the ground, Lily’s arms still restraining him. He peeked through the trees where the Malfoy’s should have been sitting, but all that was there was a blanket of white fog.
“My wand – where’s my wand?” Harry fumbled out of Lily’s invisible clutches and found his wand’s nice, smooth surface. He nearly cried out of joy to, once again, be reunited with it. He racked his brain for the incantation, but it had been so long since he had paid attention to magic.
“Don’t give in, Harry!” Lily’s voice whispered.
“Harry!” a voice called from behind him, he, as well as Aragog, snapped their focus to the voice. Right behind him, decked in Slytherin robes, was Draco Malfoy.
“Malfoy! What the hell are you-”
“Listen, Harry,” he said, walking slowly in the direction on the spider. “You need to snap out of it!”
“You’re… the real Draco Malfoy?” Harry asked, sensing the spider inching forward.
“Yes!” he insisted, until he was standing next to Aragog, whose wheezing was getting louder. Only a few inches now…
“Stay back, Mr. Malfoy!” Lily’s loud screech rang in his ears. Something out of place… where is there something out of place?
“I’m calling the police!” Lucien yelled.
“And do what? Say he’s having a seizure or something? He has care already!” Harry felt his breathing quicken and his throat close.
“Hagrid sent me!” Harry said randomly, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
“That… what…. Your excuse… last… time…” Aragog continued. He seemed sickly. The wind seemed to pick up suddenly as a blue car zoomed above him, and Aragog grew stiff, yet stared at Harry carefully. As the car zoomed over his head, little red plastic cups blew with it. He concentrated.
“Draco, I need you to talk him through it, Molly, go down to the hospital and get some help, ask for Dr. Ronald Weasley, Lucien – just… stand back!” Lily’s voice was still loud in his ear.
“Snap out of it, Harry, snap out of it!”
“Shut up!” Harry growled.
“Who’s he talking to?” the Draco to the right of the gigantic spider whimpered.
Little red cup…. Little… red… Muggle cup. Aragog flickered. Harry concentrated. Lucien’s expression of shock appeared. He pressed further… further… and…
Harry took in a deep breath and blinked his eyes, getting the last threatening trees of the Forbidden Forest out of his mind. He relaxed suddenly and felt his head ache immensely.
“Okay,” Harry wheezed.
“Who’s he talking to now?” Draco insisted.
“I’m fine now, let go,” Harry wiggled away from Lily’s grasp. “I said I’m fine!”
“Harry?” Lily asked. “Can you hear me?”
“I could hear you the whole time!” Harry muttered a little darkly.
“Then you should have come to your senses!” Lucien roared.
“It’s not that easy, Malfoy!” Harry snapped from his crouching position.
“Mr. Malfoy, I’m going to have to ask you to return to the hospital, you are causing too much trauma for my patient!”
“Come, Draco,” Lucien glared at the nurse and Harry felt like vomiting, but tried to hold it. Thoughts buzzed through his mind. Why was Aragog there?
“I’ll come later, father,” Draco said, defiantly. Harry felt annoyed. The food was probably cold right now – no, this was not the right time to be thinking about food. Aragog, why was he there?
“Do you have anything written down about Aragog?” Harry asked timidly as Lucien Malfoy stormed back towards the hospital.
“Ask me that later, Harry,” Lily said. He felt even more infuriated but didn’t press further. Just as Harry had gotten to his feet, (which Lily protested greatly to) a loud ranting noise issued from the distance.
“…Idea! I knew…. bad idea! This… last time I… going to allow… Never again…”
“Do you get the feeling Ron’s angry?” Harry grinned slightly, but remembering the situation he was in, hid his expression quickly.
“No,” Lily looked exasperated. Draco sniggered, despite the predicament.
“S-sorry,” he said between snickers, “It’s just… you said it all seriously and…”
“I was serious…” she trailed off as she saw Ron marching up the hill with a syringe in his hand, followed by a few guards. “Okay, so he may be a little upset.” It was Harry’s turn to grin. Ron looked just like he did when Hermione went to the Yule Ball with Krum.
“Wipe that grin off your face!” Lily hissed quickly. “That wasn’t funny.”
“Did I say I found it funny?”
“You’re grinning madly like you did!”
“Sorry,” Harry rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“You should have braced yourself for Mr. Malfoy,” Lily sighed.
“Excuse me?!” Harry’s smirked wiped clear off his face. “You invited him!”
“Well I didn’t know he would act like this!” she argued.
“So that makes it my fault, then?”
“No, I’m just saying – you should try harder to control your emotions!”
“So we’re back to this, then!”
“Sounds like it to me…”
“Harry, just… just be quiet,”
‘So… Lily doesn’t like being blamed for things. I could use that later on if I needed to…’ Harry thought.
“Potter!” Ron yelled. “What’s happened here?!”
“Um…” Harry felt his stomach tighten, holding back some laughter, predicting Dr. Weasley’s reaction to what he’d say next. “Nothing really… eating and stuff… y’know, things people normally do on picnics-”
“What did I tell you about being sarcastic?” Ron’s eye twitched.
“I don’t remember,” Harry bit his lip to hold back a laugh. Twitch…
“Dr. Porter, another episode?” he began to ignore Harry.
“No,” Harry said in the same serious tone Lily had used. She glared. Twitch…
“It was quite major - he went into fits, as if terrified…”
“Nuh uh!” Harry insisted. “It wasn’t major; I came out of it, didn’t I?”
“So you admit it?”
“Nope,” He continued with his charade. Twitch…
“…almost seizure-like–” Lily continued as if she weren’t interrupted.
“Was not, I couldn’t move if I wanted to! You had me in a death grip!” Harry insisted.
“How long did it last?” Ron continued, and in one quick motion roughly pulled his eyelids back with his thumb and examined his eyes with a very bright light. He was finished before Harry could retaliate. Harry glared up at him.
“Approximately ten minutes, he was able to hear us though,” she said.
“Does he have a strategy?”
“Objects, he looks for objects. I wrote it down for you yesterday,” Lily looked at him disapprovingly.
“What’d he see?”
“A cup,” Draco aided. “I threw a cup.”
“No, it was the wind!” Harry insisted thoughtfully. “Wasn’t it?”
“It was Draco,” Lily told him and they continued with their doctor garble. Harry sighed.
“He doesn’t need to be sedated, then?” Ron said thoughtfully.
“Nah, he seems fine now,” Lily said.
“I’m sure you’re quite disappointed,” Harry muttered darkly. Eye twitch… twitch…
“I was hoping I didn’t have to,” Ron continued.
“Lies,” Harry said confidently.
“Shall we head back?” Lily asked.
“I’m eating!” Harry got up to head back to his spot, but Lily stopped him.
“Do you honestly think we’ll allow you to stay out here after that?” she exclaimed.
“Come on, Potter,” Ron said and the guards immediately took him by the arms and began to lead him back.
“But I didn’t get to eat!” he protested.
“You’ll be able to eat dinner,” Lily sighed as she walked beside him.
“-Harry, just… let it go…” Lily warned.
Harry was back in his room. His cold, dreary little space. His stomach rumbled loudly and he was reminded of the time he let the snake loose on Dudley. He wasn’t able to eat at all that day, but strangely, he felt hungrier now. Maybe he had eaten in the real world that day.
His stomach groaned once more. Perhaps he shouldn’t think of food. How long until dinner? Three hours… no, must keep food off my mind. Before he could think of another topic to think about, there was a soft, almost reluctant tap on his metal door.
“What?” Harry said, expecting Dr. Porter or Dr. Weasley, but it wasn’t a redhead.
“Hey,” Draco greeted him softly.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed visitors in here…” Harry observed him.
“You aren’t. I’ve snuck in,” Draco shrugged and sat on the end of his bed. “Here.” he held out a small white paper bag. Harry took it suspiciously and peered inside.
“Yes!” Harry chirped gleefully. There were some of Molly’s chocolates and in a baggie were some turkey pieces. “Thank you, Malfoy – sorry, Draco…”
“No problem,” Draco smiled. It wasn’t a common occurrence that Harry saw him smile; it was usually a smirk or a sneer. “Sorry about my father.”
“Why do you let him push you around?” Harry spoke with his mouth full, and tiny bits of turkey fell on the sheets, which he wiped off with his hand.
“My dad’s a real powerful man,” Draco shrugged.
“I don’t see how a nice person like your mum could be with such a jerk,” Harry munched.
“I’ve asked myself the same question,” Draco said.
“So… how’s the real world?” Harry asked, crossing his legs Indian-style. Draco shrugged. “How’s school?”
“It doesn’t start for another two months,” he replied.
“Right, right,” Harry acknowledged. “I’m a bit cut off. Wow – tell your mum she’s a good cook, this is delicious.”
“Sure,” he said. There was a long pause. “Ginny called me last night.”
“The usual optimistic ranting she always has about you.”
“She think’s you’ll come out of it again.”
“She always says ‘this’ll be the time that Harry pulls through’ and such. She’s always very optimistic,” he said.
“Oh,” he didn’t know what else to say.
“For her… please… try,” Draco strained.
“I have been,” Harry said defensively.
“I know you have,” he said quickly. “But she’s very distressed. She’s a little shook up, too, this time.”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh,” he whispered. The non-existent kiss came into his thoughts. Damn… “Are they going to visit again any time soon?”
“In a few days, we all have it planned. Vick might not be able to make it, th-”
“DRACO MALFOY!” Lily screeched. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” Harry immediately shoved his bag under the sheet.
“Er… I was – I was… um…” Draco began to sweat.
“OUT!” she ordered and he ran out.
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