Outside help

Harry tossed and turned in his bed. Again he had the same nightmare as he had for weeks. He and Voldemord were the main characters in his nightmare. In his dream he fought him night after night and night after night he saw his friends die one after the other. And like the last few nights, his nightmare ended with both of them uttering the unforgivable spell. But this time something was different, Harry screamed out loud and sat upright in bed with his hand pressed to his arm. A sharp pain ran through his arm and Harry puffed heavily and looked at his arm and was startled. Blood there was blood!

"How? Where does the blood come from? The curse of my dream? No, it can't be, I mean it was just a dream ... wasn't it?" Harry's mind raced. Then he got up from his bed in pain and put on his pants and shirt as quietly as possible, which he didn't even button properly because he couldn't move his arm.Then it snuck out of the common room and walked down the hallways. He was aware that this was forbidden, but he could no longer sit in his room, he just wanted to see something else, he wanted to get away, yes, he would like to go to Sirius. But that was no longer possible, as Harry now painfully realized again. It would never work again, because his godfather was dead, he will never come again, Harry will never be able to speak to him again. When Harry remembered that, he felt like he was being stunned. His heart suddenly felt heavy and painful.

Harry ran down the stairs and then it happened. At the last moment he was able to hold on to the end of the stairs. He dropped to his knees and held his head. "why is everything so black?" Harry wondered, trying to get back on his feet. Only now did he notice that he had a very high fever. "Well that's great too," he sighed to himself. ""That mustn't be the case, everything is really going wrong at the moment." He kept walking, looking against the wall from time to time. He then roamed along the dark corridor and his mind was back on his nightmare. Al suddenly the door of a classroom opened. And Harry found that everything was getting worse and worse.

Snape's gaze was fixed on Harry. "Still on the road so late, Potter !?" Harry looked at the teacher across from him, but rather looked through him, his thoughts drifted off again, to his dream, but he was jerked out of his thoughts when Snape laughed sneeringly. "You know what that means to you, Potter?" "2 hours detention for breaking the night's sleep and 50 points deduction for your house". Harry saw a nasty smile on his lips, but he didn't even bother to say anything against it. Harry just nodded weakly and walked past Snape. His thoughts found the way back to his dream and the fight from which he had a pain in his arm.Snape was completely perplexed by Harry's reaction and wanted to ask him to speak, hadn't this boy always hated him, hadn't he always done everything to make him look bad? Professor Snape grabbed Harry's upper arm and held him tight. Harry was jerked out of his thoughts again when a sharp pain hit him. In reflex, he yanked his arm away from Snape and screamed. However, he didn't quite manage to pull it away because Snape had a firm grip. The teacher raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry, whose face was contorted with pain. With his cold and disinterested voice, Snape broke the silence.

"May I ask Potter why you are making such a shouting here?" Snape gave Harry a piercing look, but Harry didn't move, he was struggling not to faint, he suddenly went black. The next moment Harry felt Snape let go of his arm, but seconds later Snape's voice echoed through his ear."Potter, what did you do?"
Harry looked up at Snape, who was holding the hand he'd been holding onto his arm just now. Harry was aware of what he was seeing there. , Blood- his blood. Blood from the nightmare. So his injury was worse than he thought, the Snape's hand was covered with blood. Harry felt the teacher's gaze on him and avoided looking him in the eye.

He wanted to run away, avoid the questions about which answers would sound so false. Just go away. Harry wanted to run away but there it was again, the darkness. Harry felt dizzy and before he had the time to prop himself up, he fell forward. Harry was getting ready for impact, but he didn't come. A few seconds later he opened his eyes and thought it must be due to his fever, which he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Severus Snape had caught him and now laid him gently on the floor of the hallway. Everything blurred before Harry's eyes, he could only partially see what was happening in front of him.Suddenly he was startled and straightened up, because Snape had slipped his shirt, which he had just thrown on, from his shoulders.

From the quick straightening up, Harry got dizzy again and slammed back on the floor. He opened his eyes a crack and looked into those of his teacher. This eyed him closely. Then he spoke calmly, and in a voice Harry didn't recognize from him. “Keep calm Potter, I'll take care of you.” Harry felt Snape touch his wound and clenched his teeth. His body trembled under the touch of the teacher, whom he normally hated profoundly.

“Potter!” Harry looked up at Snape, whose gaze was still on Harry's shoulder. “Where did you get this injury from?” Harry turned his head to one side. No, he definitely didn't want to tell Snape about his dreams about himself and Voldemord, which had tormented him for weeks. "Potter!" said Snape's voice, but this time it had a dangerous undertone that Harry noticed too.In a weak voice Harry lied: “I got stuck somewhere!” Harry knew how foolish it was to give such an answer. "You are lying, Potter," Snape hissed dangerously. Harry wanted to leave, he wanted to go to Ron and Hermione and tell them everything he just wanted to sleep, he wanted everything to stop spinning .....

so that's it for the first time!
let's see if it goes on!