Wolfbite (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Fear

Chapter 5: Fear

McGonagall went over Animagi the other day. James and Siri believe it's the answer to helping Remy. I'm way ahead of them.

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Leo and Zabini weren't allowed to return to classes until late on Thursday morning when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. Zabini swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle. Leo followed behind him, his expression irritated as his arms swung at his sides, covered in bandages.

Madam Pomfrey had done her best to heal them, but as they were inflicted by a magical creature, it proved to be somewhat difficult. As a result, though the gashes had mostly disappeared, there was still some tenderness left over to the point that Madam Pomfrey insisted his arms remained bandaged until the tenderness faded away. The blonde had no choice but to agree, given the alternative was remaining in the hospital wing until she released him. Fortunately, he still retained full-functionality of his arms, which came as a great relief to Leo as he contemplated smothering Zabini in his sleep that night.

"How is it, Blaise?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah," said Zabini, putting on a brave sort of grimace.

Leo threw a glare at him as he flopped into his seat next to Draco. 

"Five points from Gryffindor for your lateness, Black," said Snape idly.

Leo scowled but refrained from saying anything when Draco gave him a pointed stare. They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Zabini set up his cauldron right next to Leo and Draco so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table. Harry and Ron sat in front of them on the opposite side of the table.

"Sir," Zabini called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm —"

"Weasley, cut up Zabini's roots for him," said Snape without looking up. 

Ron went brick red.

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Zabini.

This was true. Leo had personally seen Madam Pomfrey completely heal the boy's mutilated arm to the point where it looked as though nothing happened to it – though, if you looked closely enough, you could find faint scars where Knight had bitten him. 

Zabini smirked across the table. 

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots."

Ron seized his knife, pulled Zabini's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly so that they were all different sizes.

"Professor," drawled Zabini, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."

Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair. 

"Change roots with Zabini, Weasley." 

"But, sir —

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice. 

Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Zabini, then took up the knife again.

"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Zabini, his voice full of malicious laughter.

"Black, you can skin Zabini's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Leo the look of loathing he always reserved just for him and Harry.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," Leo snorted, flailing his arms. "Right after my arms heal from the damage Linguini caused."