Of Ows and Gits

A/N; I`ve recently discovered the wonders of spellcheck, so there might be less errors now! Also, I intent to make this story kinda long - just a bit - , so don`t expect smut right away, you know, it gets sweeter when it`s more anticipated (and Harry would`t give it so easily either).
And, I don`t know if I need to say this but, I`m, like most everyone, ignoring HBP completely.

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Later that evening Harry wondered if someone had found Malfoy yet. He wasn`t feeling gilty - the git deserved much more that a Petrificus Totalus - but having pushed the other to the ground a bit hard later, maybe he`d hit his head or something. Not that Harry was concerned. But he hadn`t shown for dinner that night, and that Pansy and Zabini people were chatting calmly as if nothing was out of place, or missing - again, he looked at their table just out of habit!

So, here lay Harry, comfortably slumbering on his bed and totally not thinking about a certain grey eyed snob. Platinum haired and firm, strong, built too...tall, slender..possibly passed out on his bedroom floor bastard.

Gah. Harry pushed his covers off his body. That prat didn`t even let his sleep! Probably had thrown a hex at him when he wasn`t looking. But Harry, grudgingly, got up and went to his trunk to retrieve the invisibility cloak.

After that afternoon`s fiasco Hedwig had shown up later, `apologized` and gone back - alone - to the owlery. So, Harry didn`t have, technically, anything to worry about anymore. Then, why was he roaming the castle`s halls at 3 in the morning, looking for something blond and shiny in the shadows - Peeves, maybe? - ?

Harry halted, he was being ludicrous; Malfoy`s friends were acting normal because he was fine, probably just feeling indisposed - that guy would be someone who, surely, didn`t deal with rejection very well. Harry couldn`t have, without meaning to, killed the bastard. No way.

When had he started walking again?

``Oh! Holly-`` Harry jumped. He hadn`t said that, but the voice was frighteningly familiar and close by... Turning around a corner, extra silently under his cloak, Harry saw where it`d come from. His eyes just didn`t boggle more than from the time he saw The Drawing, but he surely wanted to tear them out and obliviate himself more than ever!

There, badly hidden - unfortunately - behind the statue of Margarette the Midget, were Ron and Hermione. His two best friends who could, certainly, have good use of the Marauders Map, even if only for Harry`s future mental health.

Horrified - the poor boy didn`t think he needed to know that much about his friends - Harry ran, unsure if he could hold back from screeching their names the way he was, recently, so keen on doing. But running blindly wasn`t an advisable thing for someone to do, specially on such an old tricky castle as Hogwart`s.

Heedless of the worried narrator`s words, Harry followed through the corridors, wanting to get as far away as possible from that frightening scene - there were certain things that could be far more damaging to the young mind that even Voldemort could be. But, such was his hurry, Harry, somehow, managed not to realize that one of the doors he went through was, in fact, not a door, but a wall. One more of the school`s secret passages.

Finally stopping his mad dash, the adrenaline coursing through his body stomped to submission by the, suddenly, freezing air, Harry realized that he was standing outside. How - he looked behind himself and recognized the serpentine way he`d just descended as one he`d seen once, but never tried before.

Shrugging, Harry decided that it was just as well. Maybe the night air would help him clear his head better than his previous excursion through the castle had - as that had helped only in traumatizing him for life. His eyes still burnt a little -, so he gathered the invisibility cloak closer and kept walking.

After a good few minutes - distracted by his foggy breath glinting in the moonlight - Harry almost missed, as he turned the corner of the south wall, the alcove where Hedwig and That Guy`s Owl were having their secret little tryst. Suddenly hit by a weird bolt of - curiosity - worry that she was there again, Harry decided to climb the wall and take a look at the space.

Panting - he was getting tired, maybe it would be better to go back to bed - Harry reached the point where he`d perched yesterday. Looking carefully inside he saw that it was, indeed, unoccupied and he sighed in relief. Ha, maybe Malfoy`s owl wasn`t as persistent as his owner. But, just as he was preparing for the long climb down again, he spotted something.

It was a small kind of mound - not surprising if Hedwig had been building a nest - but what called his attention was that it seemed to be made of letters! Frazzled by his discovery, Harry quickly managed to get half his body inside the hole in the wall and grabbed at the paper - there was even an small package there!

Getting everything and jumping down to the ground, Harry was furious - Hedwig had been neglecting him completely for that owl, even forgetting her work! - but also curious. He sat himself on the ground right there and promptly attacked the small grey package first.

Opening, eagerly, Harry ripped the paper covering and dug through the pink stuffings in the box. His hand hit something soft and he circled it, retrieving the thing.

That turned out to be a doll. Black fabric clothes, hard hands, feet and head. A Severus Snape Doll.

Harry sat there for a long time. Staring into space, lost, as the wind picked up and ruffled his clothes. It was decided now, he would never correspond with women ever again.

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-WIP-

PS. Do not fear, it`s not Snarry. It`s just that I have a Snape doll - did it myself, so proud! - and he was looking at me as I wrote this so I had to include him.