Why Should I Do It | By : fortheloveofDrizzt Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22325 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, be it the books, movies, or characters...I make no money from this fic. It is for pure enjoyment. |
A/N: Hey can't believe it has been a week since last post. Tracking down the little fairy that escaped my dungeon is hard to do. Somehow he got the chapters back to me and they are ready to post. Remember if you see Mika shoot him with the dart guns.
On with the story.
The morning of he NEWTs had arrived faster than he thought they could. He knew subconsciously that they were steadily approaching but some part of him couldn't care as long as they were over and done with so he could press on to his more promising work.
He quickly made it through the defense work, casting all of the spells necessary without uttering a single syllable, only to have it finished off with a duel. He sighed looking at the proctor when they had Harry take on not only Kingsley, but Snape as well. Harry easily defended the curses and hexes from Kingsley, disarming him in a matter of minutes. He was left with Snape. He knew that he was in trouble when Snape cast off his usual robes, casting no more than seven spells before his robe hit the floor. Dodging and rolling out of the way as he was unable to cast a shield in front of him. He winced as his leg was burned from one of the curses he wasn't able to dodge. Groaning as he rolled casting several spells back at Snape alternating between blocking the curses fired back at him as he struggled to get off the floor. He grit his teeth, 'REDUCTO!' his brain shouted as he aimed at his professor's feet.
Snape jumped back casting a shield charm around himself, covering his mouth with his arm as the dust from the blast went flying towards his face. Harry knew that this was his chance as he raced towards his professor, sending stunning spells all around hitting Snape's shields before he knelt before Snape as if to accept his defeat. Snape glared at Harry, just on the other side of his own shield. He dropped his shield for just a moment as he cast Furnunculus on Harry, causing the young man's body to erupt in painful boils.
As Snape's shield dropped as Harry simultaneously cast Incarcerous and pulled a small sgian-dubh from his sleeve, surging upwards holding the blade to Snape's throat, "Do you yield?" He was panting lightly as his forehead creased from the pain that he was trying to ignore. Snape glared at Harry his wand was still free in his hand, flicking it sending Harry sailing across the room only to land with a sickening crunch against the wall.
The ropes binding Snape disappeared as Harry fell into unconsciousness. He quickly strode over to Harry checking to make sure that he was at least still alive before levitating his student out of the hall to the hospital wing.
Harry winced as he opened his eyes recognizing the ceiling and groaning, "Not even a full month and I'm back here."
Madame Pomfrey came over check over Harry, "Really young man. Did you miss me that much that you had to injure yourself?"
Harry chuckled, "Oh you know Madame Pomfrey. I just really missed these moments together." He gave her his greatest impression of puppy eyes, "May I please get back to studying? I'm sure Professor Snape would agree with my Potions exam starting after dinner."
Madame Pomfrey smiled at Harry checking over Harry before casting diagnostic spells on him, "Well nothing seems to be amiss. I want you to eat something before you leave. You don't want to pass out from the potion fumes now would you?" She bustled across the room and brought him a bowl of chicken soup, "Eat all of it then you may go back to your room. I want you to rest yourself and don't overreach yourself while you are studying."
Harry took the bowl and smiled to her, "Yes Ma'am." He quickly finished eating his soup, with leave from Madame Pomfrey he returned to his rooms. He set an alarm to wake him from his sleep before dinner as he laid down on the sofa closing his eyes. He never had the chance to wake from his alarm. The portrait that guarded his rooms was now being roughly beaten upon with muffled yelling filtering through.
Harry groaned and sat up, scrubbing his face before answering his portrait. As he swung it open he sighed coming face to face with an enraged Severus Snape, "Pr-Professor?"
The dark wizard grabbed Harry and pulled him out of the room, "The exam starts in ten minutes Potter! How could you be so careless as to forget that it was starting at two?"
Harry glared and slipped out of Snape's grip, "Don't. Touch. Me." He accioed his robe and wand as his magic crackled around him. He took several large breaths trying to calm himself, "Please don't touch me." He turned from Snape, leaving him behind as he ran to the entrance hall. He stopped ripping off his robe off and flinging it out in front of him as he screamed, "CONFRINGO!" He growled as he watched his robe disappear from his sight as the flames devoured it. Knowing that he just destroyed his robe and wouldn't have time to run and grab a new one he sighed and shook his head.
After entering the hall he looked at the five tables that had been set up in a small semi circle. Three had poisons in them that he was supposed to know what they were. With the two remaining cauldrons he had to create antidotes that would stop the poisons.
After three hours standing over the cauldrons, he calmly bottled his potions and handed them to the proctor along with his notes. He nodded to the man and stepped aside before turning to a small desk that had been set up for his theoretical exam. Cracking his neck he sat down and began to answer the questions. As he neared the end of the exam he was mumbling to himself under his breath as he wrote down his answers knowing that they were right and how could the ministry make such simple tests. Setting his quill aside after finishing his last question he double checked everything and smiled knowing that he would be fine.
As the proctor came and took the test, effectively dismissing Harry. He nodded to the proctor only to be stopped by none other than, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic and raging thorn in Harry's side, "Ah... Mr. Potter. Where do you think you are off to? You have yet to finish the exam, to complete it you must finish the practical. To ensure that you were proficient in brewing the antidote you must try them." He grinned as he threw an arm over Harry's shoulders, guiding him back over to the five tables.
The proctor looked up at Fudge, "Minister?"
I know short. I have another on the way. I'm going to try and have it up here as soon as I am done with this one.
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