OPEN infection log!

[sevenyrsworldly]

Who: Harry Potter and others! [OPEN]
When: Early afternoon 8/8
Where: The hallways
Summary: Basically zombie!Harry infecting everyone he comes in contact with, biting Draco Malfoy (ha!), and eating his dad until the doctors pull his body away.
Rating: PG
Warnings: You comment, you get sick. No way about it.

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[whyfearsome]

Draco is extremely hungry. He hasn't eaten a single meal since the day before because he's been too afraid to leave the room. Too many people are sick and he doesn't want to be sick too, but it's been hours now and surely, those who have been sick are in bed now recovering.

Too hungry to bother to check his faciliberry and being completely sure that he can make it out and back again in five minutes tops, he pokes his head out the door.

The hallway is empty.

He slips out and hurries down the hall.

After a minute of walking, he spots a familiar figure at the other end of the hallway. That messy hair. He'd recognise it anywhere.

"Potter. Out looking for a bite to eat as well, are you? I don't suppose you've found anything worth eating in this awful place."

[sevenyrsworldly]

This is why some of the "rats" hoard up on food and keep the cardboard bars in their rooms with bottles of water. Because the doctors have made things difficult for them to get food and water both before. Perhaps it's something Draco needs to keep in mind once he gets to the cafeteria. If he doesn't freak out from this first.

Harry doesn't really hear any of the words from Malfoy, he just hears a voice. And a voice means that there's a person nearby, that means food.

Food?

Well, humans were meat. And the idea of it for the moment didn't sound all that bad to any remaining mental functions that he had that could be spared to thought. Harry stops walking and turns around, a groan slipping from him and spittle starting to fall from his mouth.

[whyfearsome]

Draco's still too far away to notice the horrible state Potter is in; including the fact the Boy Who Lived is now drooling. He quickly walks towards him, slightly relieved to find company.

"Funny how this is the first time we're meeting since I got here. Been avoiding me, have you? Well, you ought to." Only Draco secretly wishes Harry hadn't. He really would like any kind of familiar company at the moment. Sitting in his room, staring at the wall and up at the ceiling is slowly driving him mad.

[sevenyrsworldly]

He's also managed to misplace his glasses somewhere so all the zombie registers as he starts staggering toward the noise is a blob. A blond one that stupidly keeps getting closer.

If only Harry was still alive, he might be amused by this fact if he knew. As far as hiding away from Draco, Harry does have his own life around here as meager as it might be. He was talking to a few new friends thanks to his panty raid.

And if Malfoy is now close enough the Slytherin boy might find that Harry's reaching out to grab at him with another groan.

[nonmetus]

James had gone to check on Harry just past two, but he'd gone from his bed. Being the concerned not-yet-a-father that he was, he went out looking for him.

"Oi Harry! Harry!" He chased down the hallways thinking that he can't have gotten far, he looked horrible this morning, nearly unable to form words.

[sevenyrsworldly]

He hadn't really gotten too far out of their suite, stairs are coming up and while part of his mind registers the things his body won't quite get the signal in time. If James is fast enough he might just catch his son before he takes a tumble down the stairs, his voice blocked by enough walls that it didn't catch his slim attention span.

[nonmetus]

"Harry--!" He rushes after him, grabbing his hand right before he could topple down the stairs. "Oi, mate, pay attention!"

He pulled him around to face him, other hand going to Harry's cheek. "You alright?"

Just biting or actual noms?

[sevenyrsworldly]

Harry now notices the voice, struggles briefly to keep going forward before he's pulled back away from the stairs. Slowly he turns his blank gaze toward James, his glasses missing so all the zombie sees is a blurry figure. All that comes out of Harry's mouth is a groan, or is it a moan? Whatever it is doesn't matter, Harry's now reaching out to try and grab at James.

He's hungry and right now there's food right in front of him.

Food?

Why not, humans were made up of meat like everything else or most of it. And the thought isn't disturbing in the slightest even if he could understand the thought.