I sincerely apologise for my absence. I forgot about this story.
ALSO as of current (and so kindly reminded by a Spanish comment) I am in the process of learning Spanish. So, in future, I might translate this story for a wider audience.
Now, to continue :')
Harry
Harry groaned, leaning back against his chair and rubbing his forehead. It felt like his brain was being squashed by his skull. The half completed transfiguration essay lay quietly before him, yet it's existence felt judging. Harry glared at it, hating the way it sat there. Existing.
Hermione was nowhere to be found. Him and Ron had spent half of lunch trying to find her, but they could not. She hadn't made an appearence, and it was approaching dinner time. This, accompanied by thoughts of Snape and what he knew distracted his mind from the current focus. He sighed and gave up. Oh well, he still had another 2 days before he needed to hand it in - though, he would have liked to get it out of the way.
Standing up and stretching, he admired the satisfying click his limbs and upper back made.
He decided he would take a walk. Being Autumn, the sun was gradually making its descent, which made for a brilliant view as he strolled past the Black Lake. He delve his hands deeper into his pockets as he shivered slightly. But he had no intention of returning indoors. The sunlight reflected off the lake in a flurry of golds, ambers, and reds. They reminded him of his house, the reds and golds of gryffindor. The colours of bravery.
He turned towards the direction of the forbidden forest, at the dark shades of green and brown. Slytherin colours. Shady, scary. This thought didn't soothe his concerns over the danger of Snape's knowledge about him. A Slytherin, learning his most hated nemesis' (which just so happened to be a Gryffindor, his house's nemesis) darkest secrets. It could destroy his life.
He shifted his gaze back up to the castle. The large towers loomed above him, watching him closely. A thought occurred to him. He could always...run away. Yes, that would draw attention away from any rumours Snape spread about him. But, then again, it could further them. The Boy Who Lived, running away at the prospect of his deepest secret being revealed. A coward in the eyes of wizardry.
After quite some time of pondering over the best decision to make, he began to notice the sun was rather low in the sky. How long had he been standing there? He drew out his wand, chanting a spell he had learnt in his first year:
"Tempus Fugit Arestum." He muttered. A display of numbers suddenly appeared above him in a bold, glowing white.
8:25pm
Oh, brilliant.
He shook himself and began to make his way back to the castle. As he got closer, he began to speed up. He wasn't exactly hungry, but he wanted to see if Ron had found Hermione yet. On his way there, he bumped into someone. Someone tall, wearing a black cloak.
Damn, even better.
"Potter?"
He really had no manner of luck at all.
A/n: Yes, I am going to reference two fandoms in one paragraph.
"Sir," Harry responded, gazing innocently up at the professor. Snape raised an eyebrow,
"Have you eaten yet?"
Harry had to suppress a groan. Honestly, why did Snape care so much-
His stomach, as if on cue, emitted an audible growl.
Damn you.
Snape raised his other brow to join his first.
"I take that as a no," he said, "Come."
He took hold of Harry's shoulder and began to guide him through the corridors.
"No, I'm not hungry!" he protested, tugging out of Snape's grasp.
"Harry-" Snape began.
"NO!" Harry yelled, beginning to run in the opposite direction. Not long after he had made this decision, his vision began to fade. Grey and white spots covered his eyes as his legs began to buckle.
Perhaps he was hungry. Just a bit.
Mk so that's another chapter done. You're welcome, have fun reading it.
I'm literally dying due to the heat. Anyone in England or, heck, the entirety of Europe knows what I'm going on about. Because 39°c is fcking MENTAL for a Brit.
Wolf <3 (I cba to put the word count bc I have to discount the author notes).
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