Harry Potter: Don't touch

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Why does a man's vigour work so strangely? After seven hours of sleep, he wants to sleep so badly, so badly that sometimes he even gives in to his desires and skips the first two lessons in the history of magic. And at seven or eight o'clock in the morning he is not even much bothered by the fact that he has more absences than attendance in History of Magic, and if Professor Beans had kept his own journal in which he noted his attendance, he would have had a not very pleasant conversation with Professor Steble, and perhaps even with Dumbledore.

But here he is at four in the morning, awake for a second after two hours of practice in spells with Riddle, his body doesn't want to sleep, it wants to have fun: wake Justin up by pouring a bucket of water on him, go out to the night school, look for and tease Mrs Norris; night is the best time for such actions. But as soon as he starts doing adequate and much more useful things, like reading some interesting book - his body immediately starts protesting and he goes to sleep.

So why doesn't such a system always work?

Harry looked at the clock hanging in the bedroom: it was almost seven in the morning, Justin would be up in half an hour, and he had no sleep in his eyes. Potter, thanks to books and some advice from Fred and George, had managed to create a spell, as he thought he could. A spell of vigour - all he had to do to activate it was to say the words 'Aveik'. Harry still hadn't figured out the system for creating spells, it was possible to attach many effects to a certain word. For example, a spell of vigour could be activated only by experiencing certain feelings, performing wand movements, and a variety of other factors.

But Harry still hadn't figured out how to put all these factors together, so he settled on the usual verbal formulation. And in order to test this spell of vigour, he needed to make himself drowsy. For the sake of that, he decided to stay up all night. But his body had figured out his master's plan, and no matter what Potter did, he couldn't make himself want to sleep. If before it was enough for him to just start reading a textbook on the history of magic or some other boring book, he would immediately fall into a half-sleep. But this night, no matter how many boring books he read, he still didn't want to sleep.

- Harry, are you up already?

Potter woke up from his musings and stared at his roommate, Ernie Macmillan.

- Not quite... What are you doing up so early?

- I always get up this way, and without an alarm clock, by the way," Ernie said proudly. - 'You're the ones who sleep till almost the beginning of class.

- Oh, well, I'll see you at breakfast.

Harry watched as Ernie quickly dressed, grabbed his bag of textbooks and left the bedroom. Watching Macmillan he was a little envious, now that was someone who never had any trouble sleeping. Potter listened to his body once more, he still didn't want to sleep... The experiment was a failure, all the effort was wasted.

Harry got ready for breakfast, but decided to wait about twenty minutes for Finch-Fletchley to wake up. He took off his glasses, put them on the bedside table, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. The idea that he could fall asleep now seemed ludicrous to him.

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- Harry! Harry! Get the fuck up!

Suddenly a voice came through the dream. Potter was definitely not going to take the voice's advice, he mumbled something inaudible, hoping the voice would stop, but it wasn't going to let up so easily.

- Harry, we have a transfiguration quiz first period! You can't oversleep it!

The phrase 'transfiguration test' had a beneficial effect on Potter, he opened his left eye and stared at the brown blur.

- Spot, tell her I'm sick! - Harry muttered inarticulately and closed his left eye again with a clear conscience.

Then he felt a push, followed by an eerie feeling of weightlessness, and he fell off the bed and opened his eyes!

- What did you do?! - Potter asked angrily, more or less managing to speak.

- You'll thank me later! - said the brown blur in Justin's voice.

Harry swayed and stood up, and immediately, not getting along with gravity, fell down.

- I see you had a good time while I slept," the blur concluded. - Did the diary tell you where he stashed a dozen bottles of firewhiskey fifty years ago?

Potter made another attempt to stand up, and this time it succeeded; he fumbled for his glasses on the bedside table and placed them on the bridge of his nose. The blur and the room around him began to take shape.

- Justin, I'm so fucked up, you have no idea! - Harry said.

His feelings were very hard to describe in words. He wanted to sleep so badly.

- What happened yesterday? Why do you feel like that?

- I tried to stay up all night, but at the end I couldn't stand it and fell asleep. I had to check the spell was working... Right! The spell! - Harry remembered.

He searched for his wand for a bit, pointed it at his chest and spoke clearly:

- Aweak!

A yellow beam erupted from the wand, hitting Potter and ceasing to exist.

- Did it work?" Justin wondered.

- No.

Harry didn't even need to listen to his inner senses. If that awful feeling of wild drowsiness had gone away, he would have noticed.

- Aveik! Aveik! Aveik!

The yellow rays were hitting Potter successfully, but they had no effect on his well-being.

- You've got the spell wrong, don't you think?

- Awake! - Harry sent a spell at Justin, but he dodged and the yellow beam disappeared after hitting the bed canopy.

- Fucking bullshit! - Harry commented on the situation. - Well fuck it all to hell! Let's go to breakfast!

- What breakfast? We'll only have time for transfiguration if we go out right now.

- Come on then, I feel awful, so I'd better not be near my bed for too long.Halfway to the transfiguration room, the anger over the spell not working gave way to drowsiness, and Harry found it harder and harder to keep his steps steady, to the point where he was walking with his eyes closed and once nearly passed out while walking.

- That's a good one," Finch-Fletchley commented on his behaviour. - Try not to pass out in McGonagall's class, she won't let you off the hook for nothing.

Harry might have preferred not to ignore Justin's advice, but his body had made up its mind for him....

- Minus thirty points Hufflepuff, Potter," McGonagall said, waking Potter for the third time. - 'I'll have a word with Professor Stable about your late-night partying.

In another situation, Harry might have wondered what McGonagall meant by her statement, he might have been frightened that she might know about his nights out in the wishing room, but then he would have calmed down when he realised that by 'nights out' she meant parties, and that she didn't know about practising Dark Spells with Riddle. But at the moment Potter didn't really care about anyone's statements, he was more concerned with the fact that his sleep had been interrupted and he was feeling terribly ill again. So immediately after the reprimand and the withdrawal of points, he lay back down on his desk and tried to sleep.

- Did you even write the test? - Justin tried to speak quietly as he returned from the transfiguration room, obviously realising the extent of the problem with Harry's current state.

- I don't remember... Oh, I just scribbled something down for a tick... Isn't there a history of magic today by any chance? - Potter asked hopefully.

- Alas, no, Astronomy with Ravenclaw, double Muggle Studies... You've got Runes instead, and Potions again with Ravenclaw. You do realise that if you fall asleep in Potions, Snape will eat you alive, don't you?

Harry said sullenly.

* * *

Astronomy, in Harry's opinion, had gone splendidly. Professor Sinistra had given them an assignment for them to work on independently and hadn't really kept a close eye on the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students. Justin entertained Potter for the first few minutes with a conversation about Legilimency and Snape, and Harry managed to fight off sleep by telling Finch-Fletchley Riddle's idea of how to find out about possible Legilimency.

- Look, there's an excellent and proven way to easily spot a Legilimens. Here's a look, you're sitting in Snape's class, and he's staring at you in that weird and mysterious way, as if he wants to kill you... Although that's pretty standard on him, on the contrary... Okay, change the condition, Snape is looking at you kindly and with joy in his eyes. Suspicious? Suspicious! We should check him for Legilimency abuse. You can vividly visualise him in some unseemly situation. Just make sure it's indecent enough for him to react. For example, Professor Snape is walking along in a pink skirt and blouse, and a fat, bald man in prison tattoos is walking towards him. And Snape takes him by the waist, then....

There was loud laughter to Harry's left. Potter turned around, sitting at the next desk were two Ravenclaw students, one of whom Harry remembered from somewhere, it was Terry Booth.

- Cool idea, Potter," he exclaimed.

His roommate, whose name Harry didn't know, gave him a thumbs-up.

- So," Harry continued excitedly. - Imagine a situation like this and look at Snape's face, whether he reacts or not, if he's not legilimensional, there will be no reaction.

- Okay, I got the general idea, I'll give it a try if I get the chance.

For the rest of the lesson, Potter, hidden behind Finch-Fletchley's back, simply slept.

Justin had roused him just after the end of the lesson, and Harry had been one of the first to get to Runes thanks to that. He took a seat on the very last desk, opened his textbook and placed it upright on the desk so that it covered his head. This made it possible to discover that he was asleep only by approaching the desk at almost point-blank range, and Professor Babbling was not particularly fond of walking around the classroom. Without even waiting for class to start, Harry took off his glasses and went to bed.

Potter was awoken by a low whisper:

- Harry... Psst, Harry.

He looked up at the person calling him and was surprised to recognise Zhou in the blurry blur.

- Zhou, hi, how are you? What are you doing here? - Harry put his glasses back on and stared at her.

Out of the corner of his ear, he had heard Professor Babbling lecture on the combination of the Runes 'Wen' and 'Eihwaz'.

- Я? - she wondered. - We have an ancient Runes class here.

- What are you doing studying with us? - Potter wondered.

He had never heard of students of different ages taking a class at the same time. When Harry had been a first year, he had tutored freshmen from other faculties, in his second year with sophomores, and in his third year, apparently, until now, he had only tutored third years.

- I don't think so," Zhou looked around the classroom. - I don't see any of your-

Harry put aside his textbook and looked around the classroom. To his dismay, there wasn't a single familiar Puffindu here. Had he slept through more than two lessons and not even noticed all his classmates had left?

At that very moment, his presence in class was noticed by Professor Babbling.- Potter, what are you doing here?

Everyone turned to look at Harry.

- Uh... Well... - Potter still didn't know how to react. - I've got a lesson here... Two of them, actually.

- Lesson ended half an hour ago, your class has already left...

- А! I see! I'll go too, then.

Harry threw his textbook into his bag and ran out of the classroom. Laughs flew at his back.

'There's no point in going to Potions anymore, if I'm half an hour late I'll be cutting flobberworms for potions for an hour and a half,' Harry thought.

He went to the Hufflepuff dormitory and on the way he realised that even though he had slept for two hours in his Ancient Runes class, he was still wildly sleepy. On the way to the living room, he had fallen asleep twice while walking and only woke up when he hit the floor. Apparently he'd been walking for quite a while, because Justin and Ernie were already sitting in the bedroom.

Finch-Fletchley opened his mouth when he saw Potter, but Harry beat him to it:

- 'Can I not tell you anything?

- Erm... Okay, whatever you say, Harry," Ernie agreed.

Potter took off his glasses and lay down on the bed.

- I checked on Snape, by the way," Justin said. - 'I imagined all sorts of nasty situations where he was looking at me, like you said, and he didn't react in any way...'

But Harry wasn't listening to him, he was already fast asleep.