Weremouse

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: now beta'd by cyn. ^.^

Ch. 3


“Professor, I don’t feel sooo…” Harry collapsed onto the floor gracefully.

Snape tried to maintain his calm exterior as he watched the boy collapse. Snape looked around the protective bubble and said, ‘It looks safe enough. In the two hours we have been waiting, the gas has dissipated enough to not be strong enough to infect anyone else. It’s too late to administer the antidote, even if I had any already made. It’s too late to cry over spilt potions.’ He dropped the protection bubble. “Come along Mr. Malfoy. We need to get Potter and ourselves to the infirmary.” With this he levitated Harry, and swept out of the potions classroom. “Mr. Malfoy...Draco. No need to worry, it’s not anything that will kill you. Now get a move on it.”

“Why’d he collapse like that, sir? I mean if it’s not harmful,” Draco asked. He had been quiet through most of the ordeal.

“Well, let’s just say his body is a little taxed at the moment from the fight with the Dark Lord,” Snape remarked.

“But that was a year ago,” Draco stated as he walked beside his professor and the floating body of the hero. He noticed that there was not anyone in the corridors as they walked to the infirmiry. He wondered if the headmaster had evacuated their escape route.

“Yes, and he still hasn’t recovered. Don’t let anyone know that. I’m only telling you because this has a direct impact on your future.” Snape looked down at the blond hoping that he would realize the importance of what all he was actually being told, although Snape was still holding back much of the vital information.

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“You’ll find out if you’ve become infected. Hopefully you haven’t. Until you show signs of the virus, I will not discuss the intricacies involved with Mr. Potter.”

Snape flicked his wand and the infirmary doors swept open. He guided the floating unconscious boy to the bed that he usually occupied. “Sit down and watch him. If anything happens call me. I need to discuss some things with Madam Pomfrey.” Snape said as he walked to the medi-witch’s office.

“Poppy, my dear, we are here. Did my students tell you to expect us?" He sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

“Yes, of course. Now, who are my patients? They didn’t tell me who, only to expect three,” she replied to the Potions professor.

“Well, there is your favorite patient, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, and myself. Unfortunately, due to an accident with a potion I believe that Mr. Malfoy and myself have become infected the virus, and that it is now mutating within Harry.”

“I told you, Seviekins, not to have your students make that potion. Too many things can go wrong,” she scolded lovingly to the fierce professor.

“It was my Advanced Potions class, not first years. They can all follow directions, at least most of the time. It seems someone threw some extra root towards the boys’ cauldron. Harry, not thinking, grabbed it as it touched the potion, allowing the cut on his hand to touch it also. Otherwise you would have received a perfect batch of Cure-All Potion.”

“I don’t know why it’s named that,” she muttered. “Such a stupid name for a potion that only helps to cure some common cold viruses.”

“I believe it is because the original potion did cure almost everything, if it didn’t kill you first. It was modified to become less dangerous, but also less potent. The original formula was lost.”

“Spare me the Potions lesson. I’ll keep you three in isolation in the room in the back. I just need to shrink down the stuff in there. Actually, why don’t you do that while I check on my other patients?” She got up and walked around the desk, and gave him a kiss on the forehead, “Now go do what I told you to.”

“Yes, Mother dear.” He pulled her onto his lap and loudly smooched her. So, when are you going to leave that husband of yours so we can run away together.”

Laughing, she righted herself and smacked him lightly on the shoulder, “Oh behave or I’ll tell Harry all about you and a certain someone that you would have to leave before we could run off together.”

“You wouldn’t!” he protested.

“No, but you certainly tempt me to.” She walked out to check on Harry just as Draco came to the door.

“Professor Snape, I think he’s waking up.”

“Good, we’ll leave Madam Pomfrey to check him over while we prepare our room.” He took Draco by the shoulder and led him to the back room.


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TBC


A/N: Well there's another chapter. I know these are short, but bear with me on this. I hope you all are enjoying this so far. Sorry there hasn't been any action yet, but there will be. ^,^