A/N: Well, we made to this chapter. I do hope you enjoy it as much as the last one. Yes, I am exceptionally cruel to Harry as it was Rose that allowed me to do the whole dream sequence. grins and chuckles It was evil and awful and I loved doing it. It was frankly necessary, especially in Sev's case 'cause we all know that his head's harder than Sirius's on a bad day. As is, I'll quit babbling and continue.

Disclaimer: Let me put this to you bluntly: I DON'T OWN THIS ALL RIGHT!?

Chapter Five- And So It Begins

To say that Severus's night had been horrible would have been like saying the Dark Lord hated Harry; it was a vast understatement. In fact, if anyone had dared ask him if he was all right he would have hexed them till their hair fell out, slit their stomach open and hung them by their entrails from the Owlery. And that was only because he was feeling generous. After he'd left the Headmaster's Tower the previous night he'd descended to his dungeons with relative ease. However, with each step he took, the ache in his head grew fiercer. Gritting his teeth against the pain he resolutely put one foot in front of the other. Needless to say by the time he reached his rooms he could barely see straight. Navigating his rooms by touch alone as it hurt to open his eyes he made his way to the medicine cabinet and chanced opening his eyes to rifle through it to find some relief to the blinding pain. He found a small, round bottle filled with purple liquid and smiled, or grimaced really, plainly in too much agony to do the former. He stumbled to his bedchamber, stripped himself of clothes, not bothering to retrieve any night wear and downed the potion. The cool mint-flavored liquid slid down his throat easily and settled into his stomach. With a wince he fell into bed, feeling the potion starting to take effect. He hoped, as his mind grew sluggish, that the bloody headache would at least ease in the morning.

However, as he was to discover as the first rays of morning light descended over his unprotected face (he'd failed to draw the curtains the night before), the headache was anything but gone. In fact, he noted sourly as he rolled of his bed and onto the floor with a grunt, it had intensified. That did it, he thought as he performed a cleansing charm on himself (not willing to trust himself in the bathroom), he was going to murder Albus by poisoning the man's lemon drops. It was just desserts in his opinion.

How he made it out of his quarters he would never know but to his infinite relief, the more floors he ascended, the less his head throbbed. Caught up in the bliss of being painless he followed the pull and was thoroughly startled out of his trance when he found himself outside the Hospital Wing.

He shook his head, trying to back away. "I can't go in there, he's in there," he hissed under his breath. What ever was causing his headache, however, was unaffected by his plea as his head approached the throbbing stage once more. With a moan Severus slipped to the floor and held his head in his hands. This was torture; he either had to stay near Potter and deal with his presence or be apart from him and deal with the headache from hell. While Severus did not care for the former, he would not be able to live with the latter. He could not teach in this condition. With a resigned sigh he drew himself up and snuck into the infirmary. A few well placed wards guarded against anyone noticing his presence as he sat in the chair next to Harry's bed and planned.

Harry woke when the first rays of morning light fell across his unprotected face (Madame Pomfrey had pulled the curtains back earlier that morning). The first thing that hit him was the blinding backwash of a headache that left him dizzy for a fraction of a second before fading. 'That was strange,' he thought as he climbed out of bed and, after performing a cleansing charm on himself, donned the clothes Madame Pomfrey had brought for him. As much as he'd like to sleep more (last night had left him strangely more tired than ever before) his rumbling stomach would not be denied and he trekked up the stairs to the Great Hall. He paused a moment when he felt something breeze by him but shook off the feeling and entered the Great Hall. Most of the school was already present and breakfast was in full swing. Allowing his stomach to guide him he snagged a seat at the upper end of the table, near the teachers. He completely missed Ron and Hermione who had been waving and calling his name to gain his attention.

Severus, who had taken his seat scant seconds before Harry, stopped twitching and sighed as the built up tension left his body. Being so late had forced him to find a seat at the end of the table, luckily near the Gryffindor table. Try as he might, he could not stop stealing glances over at his 'brother' as the green-eyed boy filled his plate and began to eat. If his luck held he wouldn't move.

Ron and Hermione looked between themselves in confusion. Surely Harry had seen them; he'd passed right by them! But the two might as well have been invisible for all the attention the green-eyed boy had paid them. Concerned over this the two rose and went to his side. "Harry, you all right mate? You never came back last night."

Harry looked up at them in surprise (as if seeing them for the first time) that changed to curiosity as he swallowed the sausage he'd been chewing. "There was an accident in detention with Snape, I had to go the Hospital Wing and I spent the night there." He didn't know why it was such a big deal, he'd spent plenty of time in the infirmary before.

Apparently to his friends it was a bit deal as both of them grew immediately concerned. "Are you all right?" Hermione asked, her eyes scanning him for any injuries.

Harry suppressed a sigh and took a healthy bite of sausage as if to prove his next point. "I'm fine now, it was nothing major." Casting a quick glance around the room to see if any one was watching and found that no one was, he leaned forward slightly. "I'll talk about it later," he added in a whisper.

Ron nodded in understanding, accepting this answer even though Hermione continued to watch her raven-haired friend with suspicion. "Well, mate, are you gonna come eat with us?"

Harry grinned (briefly wondering why he hadn't done this in the first place) and nodded. "Sure!" The raven-haired boy stood up to follow them but only traversed a few feet before he turned back around and returned to his previous seat.

At the staff table Severus let out an inaudible sigh of relief.

Ron and Hermione stopped, looked at one another, and then went back to Harry who was once more involved with his food. "Harry?" Ron asked cautiously.

Harry looked up at them with equal curiosity. "Yeah, Ron?"

"Aren't you coming to sit with us?" the bushy-haired girl asked.

The green-eyed boy swallowed his food before shaking his head. "I think I'll stay here, guys. Why don't you come eat with me? It will be time for Transfiguration soon."

The redhead boy and brown-haired girl once more traded looks, which prompted more curiosity in Harry before slowly nodding. "...All right..." Ron answered before the two turned around and retrieved their plates.

When breakfast ended the Golden Trio gathered themselves together and headed off for Transfiguration. Likewise, Severus left to prepare for his own class. At first Harry moved down the hall with ease, chatting with Ron over the upcoming Quidditch match. When it began he was able to ignore the trembling in his limbs. Really, it wasn't that bad, he must just be cold. But soon he found himself slowing as each step grew more agonizing than the one before it. Eventually he knew nothing but that pain.

"...can't...walk...help...pain..." he panted before crumpling to the floor, completely spent.

Ron and Hermione ran to their fallen friend, worry spiking through their bodies. What in the world was going on? Harry was acting so strange and this was only making it worse. What the bloody hell had happened the previous night? "Harry!" Ron yelled. "What's wrong? What's going on?"

Harry wanted to answer, he truly did but it seemed as though someone had a hand around his vocal cords, preventing them from working properly. Try as he might all he could produce was a moan as he felt oblivion approaching.

In hall some distance away Severus lay in a similar position as Harry, his body wracked with pain. So much...can't see straight...he thought randomly as his body spasmed with another wave. It had to be the bond, it could be nothing else. It was obvious now that Harry and he could not physically be this far apart and with a curse he slowly crawled in the direction his body is pulling him.

Oblivion receded to the edge of his vision as Harry felt the pain slowly ebb. "Owwwwwww..." was all he could force out.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed his arm while Ron grabbed the other and they helped him to his feet. "Are you all right?" She demanded worriedly. "Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?"

Loathed as he was to admit it, Harry felt it was time to pay the infirmary a visit. Surely if there were anything physically wrong with him, like someone had hexed him or something, she would be able to find it. With a slow nod he relented to his friends whims as they tugged him down the hall.

Unbeknownst to all of them, Snape was limping not far behind, cursing the Headmaster silently under his breath. That man was going to be the death of him yet.

End Chapter 5

A/N: I didn't like how this chapter proceeded like the rest because it moved around so much but there wasn't really much I could do with it. Well, I hoped you enjoyed it. Poor Sevvie Sev Sev!

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