"Poor old Snuffles," said Ron, breathing deeply. "He must really like you, Harry.... Imagine having to live off rats."
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 534 by: JK Rowling.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter... etc....
Have you ever had that helpless feeling of being trapped? Well if you haven't then...
"WEASLEY! Move aside this instant!"
Harry James Potter was currently the resident of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy cupboard...that is, the cupboard that houses the potion samples for studies. It was very simple actually... Harry was supposed to sneak into the cabinet, obtain some root of Iclesa and then go back up to the dormitory and brew a potion to help his friend, Hermione, who had grown inch long finger nails. Ron was guarding the halls, when their greasy haired Potion Master came down the corridor... Harry could swear that the man could smell him and his friends miles away.
So here was Harry, leaning uncomfortably on a shelf stacked with breakable glass beakers filled to the rim with potions. And Harry was incredibly sure that he didn't want any sort of liquid from this cupboard to spill on him. Harry shifted a little to the right and noticed one particular potion filled with a black inky substance was teetering dangerously on the upper shelf just above his head.
Oh god... please don't fall, please...
Through the small wooden door of the cabinet Harry could hear his best friend, Ron Weasley, trying to steer the batty Potions Teacher away from the cupboard.
"Oh er... Professor Snape... uh." Ron struggled for an answer. "You can't go in there!"
Brilliant Ron... just brilliant. Harry could almost imagine Professor Snape's cold glare and how his lips would purse together in frustration.
"And why in Merlin's name, would that be?" Snape spoke cooly.
"Uh... there's a boggart in there!" Ron answered in triumph.
Harry rolled his eyes behind the rounded spectacles. Did Ron really think that Snape was afraid of a stupid Boggart? Actually, it might be very amusing to find out what Snape's boggart would be. A questioning Hermione maybe? Harry stifled his laughter as he saw the black potion bottle lean slightly over the edge.
"Mr. Weasley, if you think that I will believe such an arrogant lie as that then you are highly mistaken. Thirty points from Gryffindor for lying to a teacher... now MOVE ASIDE!" Snape hissed in all his fury.
Harry could hear Ron's cry of indignation, but he was already preparing himself for the wave of anger that he was about to experience. He heard Snape grasp the handle of the little wooden door and then the click as it swung open.
"POTTER!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY STORE CUPBOARD!?"
Harry, however didn't have anytime to answer his Professor's question before the little black potion bottle toppled over the shelf and broke in Harry's lap. For a moment, nobody moved... or even seemed to breath, for that matter. Harry watched as the black potion seeped into and mangled with the Iclesa root. He quickly looked up at Snape's disbelieving face before it contorted into fury.
Harry suddenly felt very ill. His body started to shake violently and his head lulled to the side. The shouts of Professor Snape became very dim and he felt a familiar jerk above his naval before the same feeling seemed to happen to his whole body. He couldn't breath, couldn't think. All he felt was pain. It was as if white hot knives had pierced his body. It was, therefore a relief when black started to beckon at the edges of his vision. Harry almost sobbed in gratefulness.
The world continued to spin... but Harry Potter, the boy who lived, knew no more.
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