Dreams Of Enchantment

Cursing Realty

Chapter 7

Harry looked at the door for a moment after Snape had left. After long moments spent looking at the door he decided to lie down and think over their conversation.

Now a few moments later he finds himself on his side back to the door staring down at the journal still clutched in his hands.

"Drake, his real here too, and still the son of Lucius. Malfoy. And Lucius, his a death eater. The enemy. Again, it's that man that stands between us. It makes it clear that Draco and I couldn't possibly be, that he is . . . "

'Calling him a death-eater- in training'

'He really does act like one, a death-eater'

He closes his eyes. Trying to will the thoughts away.

"Don't think. To think this is what I wanted, what I had asked for, to be a hero" Harry closes his eyes.

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When he walked into Harry Potter's infirmary room, the boy had really been asleep. Snape had to put down his stack of books, papers, photos and a small crystal container on top of Harry's desk. He took a deep breath, it had been an hour or more spent gathering things for the teen, to help aid his memory, or to re-teach Potter his life. Snape did not move for a while.

Snape is now standing next to Harry's bed looking down at the sleeping teen. It's odd the thought of having to walk the boy over the event's of his own life. It shouldn't be his job, Snape thinks. It should be someone more qualified, such as Potter's house mates, or Molly. But it should not be his job.

On the bed next Harry lies, Snape notices, the small leather bound book Harry had been clutching the while time he was there on his visit earlier that day. He picks it up, curious as to what it might be. Right away he notice the familiar enchantment, this book is a journal. Enchanted to never run out of pages as many journals are, but it didn't have any of the usual privacy spells. The Potion Master flips through the pages, noting Harry's usual messy scrawl littering a good portion of the book's pages. For a moment Snape thinks about reading the journal but thinks better of it and puts it away in one of the desk drawers before he moves on to wake Harry.

"Potter, wake up" He calls, but the teen does not stir. He tries again a few more times before reaching over to shake the boy's shoulder.

Harry responds quickly to this, suddenly he is siting up, eyes flying open and yelling out. "Shit, Drake I though it was only a friendly game" He looks around the room confused and unsure of what is going on.

"Drake?" Harry says as he continues his dazed look at his surrounding, eyes stopping on Snape. For only a moment Harry's eyes look cloudy as if they are looking at something complete different.

"Is there anything wrong Mr. Potter?" Snape asks as he takes in his students behavior, and choosing to ignore, for the moment at least, the name "Drake,"

"No" Harry says returning to, as Snape has come to know, usual passiveness. "I was . . . just half asleep" Harry tells Snape as he shakes his head, trying to clear his mind of unpleasant thoughts.

Snape raises an eye brown but does not ask, preferring to get this odd conversation over with. "I've spoken to Dumbledor. He is unsure of what could be happening but he is researching the different possibilities. Though Potter there is a chance that you will need to see a specialist to determine if this really is a mental problem. Well, until the school year starts I'll be here to tutor you on the information you should know, as much as I can before the start of the year."

"It isn't much time though, only a few days left, maybe a week before the start of-" Harry cuts in, not looking forward to starting the school year with all these people that he only half recognizes.

"Potter, it is the 20th of July, we have little over a month to work on this, I agree it's not enough to fit in a life times worth of information but it's not a matter of days. What do you think today's date is?" Snape looks at Harry curiously.

"I . . ." Harry passes his hands through his hair. "I remember passing out the 19 of July and you all said I've been asleep for a month . . ."

Snape nods hesitantly. "I see, but Potter, here you feel asleep as soon as you reached your aunt's home, in late June. That is odd, I will let Dumbledor know of this a soon as I can but I need to, do somethings. I will leave today and return tomorrow afternoon, but before then I need you give you an Idea of what will happen, for the sake of my own sanity as yours for the next month"

Harry looks at Snape for a moment before he nods slowly.

Snape sighs and goes on to rattle off information at Harry. "If it, this condition, should continue into the year you will be granted leave from classes when I have time to teach you and you will have extra supplementary classes for most of the afternoons. The accommodations in you normal classes will be dealt with later. I think it best if I pull you from the quidditch team, it is only an added complication-"

"Wait! What's a quidditch team? And supplementary classes for most of the afternoon? I don't understand. Can't I get someone else to help me? When will i have time to just relax, see my friends" Harry asks.

"Potter the point is to keep you away from them until your behavior is normal" Snape tells Harry irritably.

"I don't-"

Snape doesn't let him continue. "Granger, the top student of your year, is one of your closest friends Potter. She would notice if you, her normally bright friend, suddenly forgot how to cast basic 1st year spells"

"That's bad right?"

"Yes it is Potter, considering that you are one of the tops students in Defense Against the Dark Arts. About the only subjects you don't really need to worry about her noticing your ignorance is History of Magic, and I hate to say this, Potions. You always scrap by in my classes" Snape manages not to snarl the last part.

"Granger, as in . . . Hermione?" Harry asks awkwardly.

"There it is again. It is not only knowledge you lack, but you personality Potter, you are behaving completely different the last time I had seen you" Snape tells Harry "Granted you once acted like this, but that was years ago, as a first year . . ."

"Act . . .?"

Snape shakes his head, dismissing Harry's question "I've brought somethings for you to look over. They are the year books of the graduating class for the past 4 years. Also some pictures I've conjured up of people you know. I also wrote down some notes on who they are to you, so that you are not shocked when you see them" Snape tells Harry as he hands over the stacks of books, photos and parchment.

Harry notices the clear bottle filled with sliver liquid that Snape picked up from his desk. He knows that the bottle was not there before. Putting the pile down on his lap Harry points at Snape's hand. "What is that for?"

"These are some of my memories of you, and some other things I thought are more easily understood this way, than by explanation" Snape tells Harry as he looks over the bottle. "They are to help you understand just how different your behavior is,"

Snape place the bottle down on the desk again. "Now, to see them just look down into the bottle. It would be best to leave that for before you go to bed."

Harry gives a small nod and looks down at the pill. At the very top of the pile is a photo a pale teenager, with stormy grey eyes, and long platinum blond hair. From the photo the boy sneers up at Harry.

"Draco . . ." Harry says unaware that he spoke. Draco's usually warm gray eyes, tat at times in the sun would look pale blue, are now a stromy cold gray. It couldn't be, but it was and at the same time this boy in the photo is and is not, Draco Malfoy

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Snape finds himself outside of Harry's infirmary room. The answer he had been looking for before now answered. He is not looking forward to tomorrow.