Thanks to everyone who stuck with me through TPA and TPJ. Now prepare for - TPM!
-The Potions Master
-Chapter 1
-"So let's establish some ground rules," Snape said as he allowed his gaze to meet - each and every child now present in the sitting room. "You will all go to bed at a - decent hour, namely midnight at the latest. I will not have anyone running around - past that time or there will be severe consequences."
-Snape was glad to see that he still instilled fear in at least some of Harry's - cohorts. Perhaps they would be able to keep the rest of the miscreants in line.
-"Ms Granger, Ms Lovegood and Ms Weasley will be sleeping in the guest room at the - end of the hall. Under no circumstances are you allowed to mingle with the boys after - midnight. Break this rule and I will send you straight home, even if it is the middle - of the night. Your door must always be open –"
-Harry groaned loudly and he let his head fall back in exasperation.
-" – And the lights must be on for as long as you're awake," Snape said, glaring at - his defiant son. "I will tolerate no funny business whatsoever."
-"Severuuuus," Harry whined, clearly annoyed with Snape's spiel.
-Snape narrowed his eyes and glared menacingly before speaking in a tone of voice - that many people who didn't know Snape all that well would consider dangerous. "Your - parents have entrusted all of you into my care," he said softly, "And I will make - sure that they do not have to regret that decision. I am well aware of what goes on - in the teenage mind –"
-"Merlin, that's enough!" Harry interrupted, hastily jumping to his feet. Hermione - was stifling her laughter, covering her mouth with her right hand. Draco wasn't even - trying to cover up. He simply chuckled in amusement.
-For Harry's birthday party, Snape had agreed that he would be allowed having - people over for a slumber party. The number of people he was allowed to ask had been - limited but already, Snape was wondering if he had allowed just a tad too much. All - in all, there were six people present which didn't seem like a whole lot but if you - considered them to be young adults, it put everything in perspective.
-The fact that Harry would invite Ms Granger had been a given. The fact that he had - invited Ms Weasley had been nothing short of surprising. Subsequently, the redheaded - girl had apparently bothered Harry about inviting Ms Lovegood as well which Harry had - not refused for whatever reason. The youngest Weasley boy had also been a given but - Draco had been somewhat less obvious.
-While the boy had become a good friend in Harry's sixth year, there had been the - most unfortunate events that had befallen the blonde and Snape hadn't been entirely - sure if Draco had recovered enough on an emotional level to be a part of such an - energetic occasion as this one. And yet, the boy had jumped on the opportunity and - was among the first to confirm.
-"Have I made myself clear or need I repeat myself?" Snape asked, crossing his - arms.
-"Yeah, we get it already," Harry replied, clearly wanting to escape this awkward - situation as fast as he could. Snape redirected his glare toward the other - children.
-"Don't worry, Professor," Luna said dreamily, "I'm sure everyone understood. - Harry's just a bit shy, that's all."
-"Very well," Snape nodded, "Then I permit you to go to your room and do whatever - it is that children to during a slumber party."
-Not having to be told that they were free for a second time, the kids bolted - upstairs to Harry's room, nearly tripping over each other in their haste. Only Luna - had the common sense to walk like a normal person, waiting patiently for the pile of - people in front of her to clear up before ascending the stairs as well, but not - before waving goodbye to Snape with a somewhat disconcerting smile curling her - lips.
-When all children had disappeared from sight, Snape sighed deeply and sunk into - one of his chairs. This was going to be a long night.
-"Muffliato," Harry mumbled as he pointed his wand. Now that he had finally turned - seventeen, he was legally allowed to use magic without any repercussions. And it's - not as if Snape had told him that he wasn't allowed to. Harry passed around glasses - of juice and chocolate biscuits as everyone either took a seat or laid down on the - floor.
-"What does he even think we'll get ourselves into?" Draco asked incredulously.
-"Sex, I assume," Luna said matter-of-factly.
-It came so out of the blue that Hermione sputtered helplessly into her juice while - Ron all but choked on the biscuits he had already shoved in his mouth.
-"Luna, that's mental!" Harry exclaimed, "There's six of us here! I doubt he would - think any one of us would try anything like that with an audience."
-"Unless he expects an orgy," Draco offered.
-Ginny frowned in disgust. "That's going a bit far, don't you think? Let's just - agree he has nothing to worry about."
-"Naturally," Draco replied evenly, "The logistics simply wouldn't work."
-"Yeah, that's the problem," Hermione replied sardonically, - "Logistics."
-"So, who's up for a game!" Ron interrupted, his face still red and tearstained - from choking on the biscuits.
-"A game sounds absolutely wonderful," Luna said airily. She leaned back and rested - her weight on her arms, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
-"Got anything in mind, Weasley?" Draco asked, gesturing for him to go right - ahead.
-"How about 'Never have I ever'?" Ron suggested.
-"Do you even know the rules to that game?" Draco replied, "You're supposed to - drink if you've done what is suggested. We have no booze up here."
-"We have pumpkin juice," Harry suggested.
-"I believe that the joy of the game lies in getting to know each other better - rather than drinking ourselves into a stupor," Luna said happily.
-Draco rolled his eyes at the airheaded Ravenclaw but she didn't seem to take - notice. Either that or she didn't really mind.
-"I think it sounds like fun," Hermione said, "Let's try it!"
-"It's your birthday, Harry, so you should probably go first," Ginny offered.
-"Well okay," Harry said. He lay flat on his stomach in his bed, his head propped - up on his arms as he gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.
-"Never have I ever worn a dress," he said.
-"Lame!" Ginny shouted but she took a sip anyway. So did Hermione and Luna.
-"Okay, my turn," Ron said since he was sitting to Harry's left. "Never have I - ever… seen a live Snallygaster."
-"That's even lamer," Harry commented but he drank. So did Draco and Luna. Harry - blinked. He knew that Draco probably had to drink but Luna as well?
-"My mother used to be friends with one," Luna said happily, "Though she turned - invisible when someone unfamiliar approached, she always showed herself for me."
-"Sure…" Draco said, "If you say so. You're up Lovegood."
-"Well, never have I ever kissed someone in a romantic sort of way."
-Instantly, four faces became bright red as all five of the others sipped their - juice.
-"What?" Ron all but shouted, "Ginny, you kissed some bloke? Who was it?"
-"And you kissed someone as well!" Ginny retorted, "Care to elaborate on - that?"
-"Way to go, Potter," Draco chuckled as he slapped Harry on the back, "Didn't know - you had it in you. When was this?"
-"Hey, don't look at me!" Harry exclaimed, "Hermione also drank. Why don't you - harass her about it?"
-"Oh, leave her alone, will you?" Ron said, "There's no need for this. We're all - grown up here. Well –" he eyed Ginny disapprovingly "- Almost all of us - are."
-"There's only a year's difference between us," Ginny said haughtily, "It's not my - fault that you're a late bloomer."
-"Never have I ever," Draco jumped in, "Fallen in love." He grinned as if that was - a good thing.
-Once again, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all drank. Luna didn't but seemed quite - happy about that. From the corner of his eye, Harry tried to gauge Ginny's reaction - but didn't seem very able to place it. She was just blushing fervently but that could - be because of a number of reasons. He was so caught up in staring at her that the - didn't notice the awkwardness between Ron and Hermione.
-When Ginny gathered her senses, she thought of her own question twirling her hair - around her index finger as she did. Her beautiful red hair that gleamed like a - summer's sunset, cascading down her slender neck.
-"Never have I ever had a crush on a teacher," Ginny said. She grinned from ear to - ear as she looked at Hermione, wiggling her eyebrows. Ducking somewhat, Hermione - sipped her juice.
-"What?" Ron exclaimed loudly, "Who?"
-"Lockhart," Hermione admitted, "But that was before we found out he was a - fraud."
-"Anyone else?" Ron asked, looking around the room, "No crushes on Snape or - McGonagall? Alright then, Hermione. You're up!"
-"Never have I ever gone commando," Hermione said. The purebloods of the party - frowned.
-"What's commando?" Ron asked curiously.
-"Not wearing any underwear underneath your clothes," Harry supplied.
-No one had to take a sip, that time.
-"Good to know," Luna said, smiling tenderly.
-Harry scratched his hand absentmindedly, thinking of a new question.
-"Never have I ever…" he stalled, "received an allowance."
-Everyone took a sip, even Ron and Harry grinned victoriously. "Ah, see? I suppose - I should be more Slytherin about this if I want to win."
-"Is anyone even keeping score?" Hermione chuckled.
-"I am," Draco said, "And I am winning."
-"Oh, pish-posh," Ron said, punching Draco playfully in the shoulder. "Let's see. - Never have I ever used Snape's given name."
-Draco and Harry shrugged at each other before drinking.
-It was Luna's turn again, "Never have I ever almost died twice in a year's - time."
-"Hold up," Draco said, "What qualifies as almost?"
-"Be honest with yourself," Luna said, "If you feel you were in mortal peril at - some point, you probably were."
-All five of Luna's friends took a sip.
-"You know, it would appear I'm rather good at this," Luna chuckled.
-"You definitely know how to get to us," Ron agreed, "It's a good thing this stuff - isn't fire whiskey or we would all be wasted already."
-"We could always sneak a bottle from Severus' stash if you want to up the ante," - Draco suggested slyly.
-"Absolutely not," Harry objected, "Severus would throw a major fit if he found - out."
-"He won't," Draco said, "I'm a Slytherin."
-"Well, he's the master of all things Slytherin," Harry countered, "He would know - what you're trying to pull within minutes."
-"Ugh, fine!" Draco said exasperatedly, "You're all acting like a bunch of - Gryffindors!"
-"Thanks!" replied the golden trio in unison.
-"Which reminds me," Draco said, "Never have I ever been sorted into - Gryffindor."
-Four collective groans sounded before four outwitted Gryffindors took their - mandatory sip of pumpkin juice.
-"I wonder if the sorting hat would still put us in our respective houses if it - needed to choose again," Ginny said.
-"Oh, I will always be a Slytherin," Draco said proudly.
-"I don't know," Luna said smiling brightly, "You can be very brave Draco. I've - seen it! You might do well in Gryffindor."
-Draco made a face in disgust. "Don't say that, Loonie! He groaned.
-"Don't call her that!" Ginny shouted all of a sudden.
-"Yeah," Harry agreed, "That's not nice."
-"Oh, it's quite alright," Luna said happily, "Isn't giving each other nicknames - something friends do?"
-"Not those kinds of nicknames," Ginny grumbled, "Take it back, Malfoy!"
-"Yeesh, fine!" Draco said, raising his hands in defence, "Sorry, Lovegood. I - didn't mean that. Just don't sort me into Gryffindor."
-"Oh, I could never," Luna said dreamily, "Only the sorting hat can do that."
-"Never have I ever called anyone a mudblood," Ginny said haughtily. Draco flushed - a bit but sipped his juice as he glared at the redheaded Weasley girl.
-"Somewhat below the belt, don't you think?" He commented, "Perhaps you would do - well in Slytherin."
-Ginny huffed but said nothing.
-"Never have I ever handed in an assignment too late," Hermione said cheerfully. - The others groaned loudly and finished their drink.
-"I've had quite enough of this," Ron said, "What about you, mate?"
-Harry thought that the game might end up causing a fight between Draco and Ginny - sooner or later and would rather prevent that. Naturally, he would need to pick - Ginny's side and that would make Draco feel even more left out than he already was. - No, better to call it quits now.
-"Yeah, I guess," Harry agreed, "Any other suggestions?"
-"Truth or dare is a classic," Ginny suggested, "I hear even muggles play it."
-"Isn't that a bit cliché?" Draco drawled.
-"Well, what would you suggest?" Ginny snapped, "Hide and go seek?"
-"With Potter and his invisibility cloak?" Draco huffed, "Never!"
-"Okay, Harry," Luna said, "Truth or dare?"
-"I would go with truth," Harry said since he did not feel up to doing much of - anything.
-"Okay, Harry. What would you like to do once we're done with Hogwarts?"
-"Luna!" Ron said, "What a waste! We all know he wants to be an Auror."
-"I don't think that's true," Luna smiled.
-Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably, swishing his glass of juice. It's true - that for a year now, he thought that becoming an Auror was no longer what he wanted. - He had faced enough dark wizards and creatures in mortal combat to last him a - lifetime. And even though many people would argue that he was particularly good at - duelling, he didn't think he wanted to make a living out of it anymore.
-It was all well and good when there was still a very real chance that Voldemort – - and after that, Lucius – were going to kill him. For a long time, Harry thought he - wasn't even going to make it into adulthood. That made the statement that he wanted - to become an Auror all the more frivolous and easy to say. It was – in his mind - anyway – no more than wishful thinking.
-But no. What he wanted now was a life of peace and quiet. He didn't want to - endanger himself anymore and what's more, he didn't want to endanger the people - closest to him.
-When Harry noticed everyone was staring at him, he couldn't help but chuckle - helplessly.
-"I'm sorry guys," he said, "I guess I don't want to be an Auror. I've kind of had - enough of that kind of thing, you know?"
-"Of course, Harry," Hermione said, quick to understand. Harry was almost certain - that he saw a flash of relief in her eyes.
-"Then what do you want to be?" Luna urged, "Or haven't you thought about it - yet?"
-"I honestly have no idea," Harry said, "Is professional Quidditch player still an - option?" Harry laughed at his own joke but was somewhat annoyed with his - indecisiveness.
-"I'm sure any team would be happy to have Harry Potter as their seeker," Ron - shrugged, "Why not? Go for it!"
-"You'll know when you know," Luna said, patting Harry gently on his knee. Harry - glanced at Ginny who was looking at Luna with slightly narrowed eyes but not another - word was said.
-"I guess that makes it my turn," Harry said, "Er… Hermione, truth or dare."
-"Truth," Hermione said predictably.
-Harry was already smirking in triumph, "Well then. Earlier, it was implied that - you had already kissed someone. Who was it?"
-Hermione's eyes widened and her face went scarlet. Surprisingly enough, so did - Ron's.
-"Wait," Harry gasped in realisation, "No way! You didn't!'
-"It's true," Hermione admitted, "It was Ron."
-For a few seconds, no one said anything but then Harry couldn't help but laugh and - soon, his friends joined in.
-"Hold up," he said in between chuckles, "Was it a spur of the moment thing or is - there more going on?"
-"You could say we're sort of… dating," Hermione said as she looked shyly at - Ron.
-"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, "Did you think I would be mad?"
-"You had other things to worry about," Ron said easily, "For an entire year, some - crazy murderer was after you – no offence, Draco – and the year before that was no - picknick either."
-"You've been together that long already?" Harry asked in disbelief, "How didn't I - notice that?"
-"You were preoccupied," Hermione shrugged.
-"You're okay with it though, right?" Ron asked eagerly.
-Harry thought about that for a moment. It was not as if he ever had those kinds of - feelings for Hermione so it's not as if he was jealous. And even if he thought there - might be a chance that their relationship could endanger their general friendship, he - couldn't help but consider that they had apparently been going out for over a year - already and Harry hadn't even noticed. If nothing changed for him, why would he be - upset?
-"Of course I am," Harry replied, "Just try not to get too affectionate in my - presence, okay?"
-"Deal," Hermione agreed easily. She looked around the room to decide on her next - target.
-"Okay, Ron," She said slyly, "Truth or dare?"
-Ron regarded her with a calculating look before deciding. "Dare."
-Snape had reread that same paragraph three times already and not a single word had - registered. It was far too quiet in the house, even though he had asked the rowdy - teenagers to keep the door slightly ajar. And they had done that. Snape had made - sure.
-He was no fool. He knew very well what it meant that he heard nothing but murmurs - whenever he came close to Harry's room. He knew why he couldn't listen in to their - conversation. The spell Harry had no doubt used was one of his own creations, of - course.
-Snape growled at no one in particular and took another sip of his fire - whiskey.
-It's not as if he wanted to listen in to Harry's conversations. He had no desire - to be informed of which student dated which and in what way the teachers ranked from - most handsome to ugliest. He did not care a bit about teenage angst.
-But the fact that Harry had felt the need to keep his discussion private was - precisely Snape's problem. What could possibly be important enough to keep hidden? If - the things discussed were indeed harmless, why bother covering up?
-Snape groaned. He had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager. Had he ever - truly been one? He chuckled softly to himself and realized that whatever he thought - unimportant might still mean the world to those inexperienced youngsters.
-He was just about to resume his reading when he heard something. The rustling of - robes. He sighed to himself but did not turn around. Whichever miscreant was sneaking - about – clearly up to no good – would not be getting off easy. As he pretended to - read, he could clearly pick up the sound of shuffling feet heading towards his lab. - Oh, whoever it was, was in big trouble.
-The door opened and the teenager in question disappeared. Snape put down his book, - cast a disillusionment charm on himself and crept down the stairs. Down there, he - came across a certain familiar redhead that had clearly not been spooked enough last - Christmas. He was searching for something on the shelves, muttering under his breath - as he read the labels.
-Snape went to stand right behind him and cancelled his charm. Ron still had no - clue though, so Snape crossed his arms and waited.
-And he waited.
-And he waited some more.
-Eventually, Ron's reading skills alerted him to the potion he had been looking for - which was an ageing potion for some reason. He took the vial from the shelf and - turned around only to be met with the admittedly fearsome sight of the potion master - looming over him, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
-Ron yelled loudly in response and dropped the vial. Snape -who was entirely - prepared for that possibility – caught the potion and returned it to the shelf by - slowly reaching across Ron. The boy didn't dare move a muscle.
-"Mr Weasley," Snape said silkily, "You must have an excellent reason to break into - my lab and steal an ageing potion."
-Ron didn't say a word. He was leaning against the shelf and away from Snape as he - trembled in terror.
-"I'm waiting," Snape said coldly, "Or would you rather I feed you a few drops of - veritaserum. I'm sure I have some lying about here somewhere."
-"It was a dare, sir," Ron squeaked.
-"Is that so?" Snape asked icily, "And who dared you to come here?"
-Ron shrugged and stared back at Snape. For the first time, Snape saw defiance in - the boy's eyes.
-"Covering for your friends, are you?" Snape said, "Very noble indeed. But it's of - no matter really, since you are the one who actually went where he doesn't belong. It - would be best if I –" Snape paused for effect " – made an example out of you."
-"You know, you could've been easier on Ron," Harry said at lunch. His friends had - already gone home after a birthday party well celebrated, "It was just for a game of - truth and dare."
-"Are you suggesting that I let you miscreants do whatever you please simply - because someone dared you to?" Snape asked incredulously, "I think not."
-"I can't believe you fed him that potion, though," Harry chuckled, "Is there an - antidote?"
-"There is not," Snape confessed, "But it will wear off in a couple of weeks, I - imagine."
-Harry broke into laughter as he thought about Ron coming back from his - unsuccessful mission. His hair had been tinted in every colour of the rainbow, - changing colour at random. Depending on what, no one could figure out. Not only that, - but Ron had only been able to speak in Limericks.
-He had come up with the gem:
-When I went downstairs for the potion
- Of Snape's sense of mind had no notion
- Was caught by the bat
- And that friends was that
- And what rhymes with potion is motion
Naturally, they all had been in stitches and everyone had done their best to - strike up a conversation with Ron but he refused to say all that much for the rest of - the evening.
-"I'm sure Fred and George will love spending time with him now," Harry - chuckled.
-"I'm sure he will have learned his lesson after the potion wears off," Snape said, - "And if not, I always have more."
-"Please give me some to take to Hogwarts," Harry chuckled.
-"And have you create a bunch of poetically challenged troublemakers?" Snape - replied, "I think not."
-"Suit yourself," Harry shrugged, "I can probably create something like it if I - want."
-"You should focus on your studies," Snape urged, "Not go about creating silly - potions. Being an Auror is hard work and becoming one is no picknick either."
-"Yeah, about that…" Harry said sheepishly, "I don't think I want to be an Auror - anymore."
-Snape raised a curious eyebrow. "Is that right? I have to admit that that's quite - a relief to hear. Why not though? If you're insecure about your abilities –"
-"It's nothing like that," Harry interjected, "I'm just tired of fighting. That's - all."
-"Yes, I would imagine so," Snape said thoughtfully, "Do you have any idea what it - is you would like to be instead?"
-"Maybe," Harry said hesitantly, "Could you perhaps tell me what it takes to become - a potions master?"
-And that is chapter 1 for you. We're off to a new start and are heading into a - new adventure. I hope you will all share it with me.
-Please review!
-Chapter 10
-The next morning, Harry felt much more rested. Since it was a Sunday, there were - no classes and Harry could take his time getting ready. He started his day by getting - breakfast with Snape.
-"I heard you haven't been to any of the Quidditch practices yet," Snape commented - out of the blue.
-Harry scoffed. "How did you even hear about that? You're not one to take an - interest in Quidditch."
-"Have I not been to every one of your games thus far?" Snape countered.
-"Sure," Harry said, "But I imagined you did that because you expect me to fall off - my broom every match."
-"I will admit to that being a primary concern of mine," Snape said as he calmly - cut open his croissant. "I will never admit to wanting to watch you play simply - because you are very talented and a joy to watch."
-"That would seem a bit uncharacteristic," Harry agreed calmly, "We would - need to check the skies for flying pigs."
-"Perhaps you could do so during your next Quidditch practice," Snape suggested - slickly.
-"Oooooh," Harry exclaimed, "Very smooth indeed. And I thought I had you that time - too."
-Snape huffed indignantly. "It will be many years before you are able to distract - me from my purposes. Now, why is Professor McGonagall complaining to me that I don't - allow you enough time to practice?"
-"Because she hasn't bothered to ask me, I suppose," Harry shrugged, "If - she had, I would have told her that the choice is my own. I'll talk to her - today."
-"I am perfectly capable of dealing with your head of house by myself, Harry," - Snape sneered, "What I want to know is why you're not flying."
-"I'll still participate in the official matches," Harry assured him. He bit a - piece off his toast and chewed thoughtfully before adding, "I know what I'm doing. I - don't need practice."
-"Don't talk with your mouth full, disgusting brat," Snape said jokingly, throwing - a napkin Harry's way. "And don't you think it's somewhat selfish to not go to - practice while your teammates are out there combating the elements?"
-"I'd rather work on my potions," Harry argued, "And Ginny takes up a lot of my - free time as well. She –" Harry stopped talking and groaned, banging his forehead - against the table and leaving it there.
-"Now what?" Snape asked.
-"I told Ginny I'd meet up with her yesterday, remember?" Harry asked, "I totally - forgot."
-"You were indisposed," Snape pointed out, "Surely, Ms Weasley will - understand."
-Harry chuckled. "Have you met her?"
-Snape sighed, not at all wishing to get himself mixed up in teenage drama or voice - his concerns regarding the only daughter of the Weasley clan. Instead, he readdressed - the issue at hand.
-"All work and no play kills the potential of discovery, mastery, and openness to - change and flexibility and it hinders innovation and invention," Snape said - easily.
-Harry blinked. "Are you actually telling me to focus less on my - apprenticeship?" he asked, completely baffled.
-"What an odd thing to say," Snape said easily, swishing his pumpkin juice as if it - were fine wine. "I am merely sharing some wisdom with you. Make of that what you - will."
-"Just come out and say it," Harry teased, "You're worried that I'm working too - hard. You want me to have fun."
-"You're being quite insolent today," Snape remarked as he flipped a page of the - Daily Prophet. "Somehow, I don't –"
-Snape's expression darkened as he read the paper. Harry frowned but rather than - ask Snape what was wrong, he moved to stand behind him and read the article over his - shoulder.
-Muggle Hunting Continues
-Yesterday evening, another twenty bodies were discovered in Abernethy forest. - They were all muggles who were out camping as a group the muggles refer to as - 'scouts'. Most of the bodies were that of young children between the ages of twelve - and fifteen.
-These continuous attacks have rekindled the muggle's interest and fear of - werewolves and large manhunts…
-Snape closed the paper rapidly to keep Harry from reading more.
-"Do you think it's Greyback?" Harry asked quietly.
-"I'm almost positive it's him," Snape replied, "But I doubt he's alone."
-With a great sigh, Snape got up from his seat and tucked the newspaper away in a - desk drawer. "In any case, it is nothing you need to concern yourself with."
-"What are you talking about?" Harry objected, "These attacks are obviously - orchestrated by death eaters."
-"And what makes you think that death eaters are your responsibility?" Snape urged, - raising that one eyebrow.
-"Well, since they're affiliated with Voldemort, I thought –"
-"Just because you were prophesized to kill the Dark Lord – with which I still - don't agree, mind you – doesn't mean you are responsible for wiping out each and - every one of his followers as well," Snape said dangerously.
-"But we can't just let them carry on like this," Harry protested.
-"Actually, I think you'll find we can," Snape said evenly, "We've paid our dues. - For once, we can leave this up to the ministry."
-"But-"
-"Enough, Harry!" Snape said sternly, his tone leaving no room for further - arguments. "I don't even know what you would be planning and how you would even begin - to go look for their whereabouts but I forbid you from attempting to engage them. For - once, put that Gryffindor bravery out of your mind and keep yourself occupied with - other things."
-"Like Quidditch?" Harry said darkly, "while children are getting killed?"
-"You are a child," Snape replied coldly, "And Quidditch seems like a fine - alternative indeed."
-"Fine," Harry sighed, getting up to leave.
-"Harry," Snape warned, "I need you to promise me not to do anything rash."
-"I promise," Harry said easily, "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
-"None of us do," Snape admitted quietly, "But after all, the best thing one can do - when it is raining is to let it rain."
-When Harry emerged from Snape's quarters, his outer robes folded neatly over his - arm, he was so far gone in this thoughts that he didn't even notice a certain - Professor stand in the doorway and nearly knocked her over.
-He grabbed her arm as she faltered and quickly steadied her. "I'm sorry, - Professor," Harry exclaimed, "I didn't see you there."
-"That's alright, Harry," Bell said cheerfully, "Accidents happen."
-"Are you lost again?" Harry asked, "Do you need me to take you somewhere?"
-"You are too kind, Harry, but no," Bell replied, smiling fondly. "This time, I'm - exactly where I need to be. This is Professor Snape's office, right?"
-Harry chuckled. "Close, but not entirely. These are his private quarters."
-Bell seemed slightly taken back by that. She gave Harry a searching look and - frowned for a fraction of a second, so quickly that Harry almost missed it.
-"Would you like me to get him for you?" Harry asked.
-"If you would," Bell replied happily.
-Harry opened the door and called out to Snape. "Professor!"
-A grunt indicated that Snape was listening.
-"Professor Bell is here to see you."
-A few seconds later, Snape appeared next to Harry, raising an eyebrow when he saw - the brunette stand there with a smile far too cheerful this early in the morning.
-"Yes?" he asked.
-"Good morning to you too, Severus!" Bell replied happily, not at all undeterred by - Snape's dour attitude. Harry was unable to hide a small smirk. It would appear that - Bell's hesitance earlier this year in regards to Snape had all but vanished.
-"You told me that I could come and get the requested potions today, remember?" she - asked.
-Snape sighed. "Right," he said, "Though I also told you to meet me in my office - rather than lurk in the vicinity of my quarters."
-Bell actually chuckled at that. "You know me!" she replied, "I'm hopeless. I'm - afraid I got –"
-"- lost," Snape finished for her. "I gathered as much."
-"Yup!" Bell nodded.
-"If you'll follow me," Snape said evenly, pushing Harry lightly out of the way so - he could close his door. "Run along now, Harry. You're not needed here any - longer."
-By now, Harry had known Snape long enough to know when the man was uncomfortable. - And this was him, severely unnerved. It was best not to cross him, he knew, so he - obeyed.
-"See you later, Professor," Harry said, running off.
-When Harry entered the common rooms, everyone's conversation halted. At least - twenty different pairs of eyes landed on Harry, regarding him with a look that he - could not quite place.
-Suddenly, many of them made up excuses to leave in a hurry, effectively emptying - out the common room until only Ron, Hermione and Ginny remained. Ron and Hermione - looked embarrassed about something but Ginny just seemed angry.
-Harry sighed. He really was not in the mood for this.
-"Harry James Potter!" Ginny shouted, "Where have you been?"
-Putting on a mask of indifference – at least he thought it was a mask – Harry - looked Ginny in the eye, noting the anger and explosiveness that always seemed to be - somewhat present in the redhead before him.
-"I was indisposed because of my lesson," Harry replied truthfully. He had not - expected the hex that was thrown his way a second later, narrowly dodging it. With a - bang, it collided with the wall behind him.
-"You promised!" Ginny accused him.
-Incredulously, Harry looked at his girlfriend. "Did you just try to hex me?"
-Another flick of her wand, and another. Harry was ready for it this time and - sidestepped easily. When not in control of her emotions, Ginny's spellcasting left - much to be desired.
-"Control yourself," Harry said coolly.
-"You never have time for me!" Ginny screeched, never lowering her wand.
-"Ginny, stop!" Ron said, but his voice betrayed uncertainty.
-"Stay out of this, before I put you in a body bind," Ginny snapped.
-And then it hit Harry as a wave of understanding flooded him. The Occlumency - lessons of the night before had made it all the more clearer to him. Behaviour such - as Ginny's was not something he wanted to condone any longer. She was volatile and - aggressive just like the Dursleys had been, even if in a lesser capacity. Just - because she was a girl younger than him and used magic as her weapon did not make it - okay. And he had suffered through enough violence and anger in his life. A girl like - Ginny was not right for him and never would be.
-"Expelliarmus," he said coolly. Ginny's wand flew straight into Harry's hand. He - caught it with an icy glint in his eyes, not unlike the one that could often be seen - in Snape's.
-He thrust the wand into Hermione's hands, never taking his eyes off of Ginny. - Disarmed as she was, the girl put her hands on her hips as if to signify that she was - not afraid. There was a fire in her eyes that Harry had once deemed attractive but - was now nothing more than a reminder of pain.
-"It's over," he told her. His voice as steady as he could make it and his resolve - clear even if his heart couldn't help but ache when he uttered those words.
-Ginny's defiant glare vanished immediately, replaced by surprise.
-"Harry," she whispered, glancing at Ron and Hermione as if she was looking for - support. "You don't mean that."
-"You clearly don't understand what I'm passionate about," Harry said coldly, "And - I have very little patience left to deal with your childishness. Unfortunately for - you, I am not shallow enough to be placated by a pretty face."
-A sob resounded from Ginny's throat but Harry felt little want to comfort her. - Instead, he felt relief. He cast an apologetic look Ron's way and left the common - room again. He'd rather not be around for the next outburst that was sure to - come.
-Even though the heatwave had long passed, Hedwig had made herself quite - comfortable in the dungeons. Even when Harry had told her she was free to move back - into the astronomy tower, she had simply refused, turning her head indignantly.
-So Harry had let her be with express permission from Slughorn who seemed more than - willing to provide Harry with what he needed.
-Sighing, Harry took a large cauldron from the storage room and placed it on the - grate, filling it with water. As he watched the clear liquid swirl, just waiting to - absorb ingredients and magic in the creation of something wonderful, Harry felt his - shoulders quiver. He held onto the edge of the cauldron for support and stared into - the water, meeting his green eyes as they were reflected back to him.
-Had he been too harsh? Too quick to judge? Angrily, Harry swiped at this - reflection. No, there was no reason for him to put up with that kind of behaviour. - Even if a small voice in the back of his mind told him that he was used to it. That - it was nothing. That maybe he deserved it.
-Quickly banishing those thoughts from his mind, Harry walked over to the - ingredients cupboard and got what he needed. Maybe creating a potion would relax him. - He grabbed the carefully preserved liquid silver and the wolfsbane.
-Back at his station he started angrily crushing the moonstone into tiny fragmented - pieces, not stopping until the slivers he was supposed to get out of them turned to - dust. He looked up when a soft hoot startled him.
-Hedwig had flown over to him and was now sitting on the edge of the cauldron, her - head slightly tilted as she looked at her master.
-"I know Hedwig," Harry said quietly, "I ruined the moonstone."
-Hedwig hooted softly and fluttered over to sit on the desk.
-"It's really not that warm anymore, Hedwig," Harry said, trying to sound cheerful - as he started cutting up the mistletoe. "You can go now."
-Hedwig hooted indignantly and nipped at Harry's fingers.
-"Ow! Careful, Hedwig. Mistletoe's poisonous," Harry argued, swiping the plant out - of Hedwig's reach. Hedwig hooted again.
-"No, I don't think she'll be coming here anymore," Harry replied to his familiar, - "It's not like she ever cared about potions anyway."
-Hedwig clicked her beak, hopping a bit closer.
-"You're right. I didn't either, at first," Harry admitted, "But I had so many - things to think of. Voldemort seemed a tad more important than potions at the time, - you know?"
-Hedwig screeched as she unfolded her wings a bit.
-"No need to be angry, he's gone," Harry assured her, "Which is why I can now focus - on my studies. I wish I realized potions was this interesting a long time ago."
-Hedwig flew over to perch on Harry's shoulder and seemed to snuggle up to him, - fluffing up her feathers in contentment.
-"You're not going to tell me that you think I'm neglecting you too, are you?" - Harry accused lightly. Hedwig rearranged his hair with her beak in response, hooting - all the while as if she was fussing over her owlet.
-"Is that why you're not leaving?"
-Hedwig took flight and flew straight into the ingredients cupboard that Harry had - forgotten to close again.
-"Hedwig," Harry said sternly, "Get out of there."
-Hedwig emerged a moment later, and landed back on Harry' desk, depositing a new - moonstone.
-Harry chuckled. "Quit babbling and get back to brewing, is it?" he said. Hedwig - hooted contently in response, pecking at Harry's mortar.
-"I will, you silly owl, no need to attack my instruments," Harry said, taking the - mortar away from his owl. He eyed her appraisingly for a while, noticing that Hedwig - almost seemed proud of herself.
-"You're a very clever bird, aren't you?" he asked seriously, "Maybe one day I - might invent a potion to talk to you."
-Hedwig hooted in response and ruffled her feathers, preening them in contentment - while Harry got back to work, brewing the wolfsbane potion to clear his head.
-He was halfway through creating the base when the door to the lab opened.
-"There you are," Snape commented as he strode inside.
-"Where else would I be?" Harry greeted him heartily.
-Snape eyed Hedwig for a moment as she sat half-snoozing near Harry before walking - over to the cauldron and peering into its contents.
-"Wolfsbane?" he said curiously, "Got any werewolf friends I don't know about?"
-"Just the one," Harry chuckled, throwing in a dash of ground pepper.
-"I heard about your altercation," Snape said.
-"You are turning into quite the gossip, Severus," Harry growled as he stirred his - potion. "What else have you heard through the grapevine?"
-"Oh, you're just hilarious," Snape bit back, "Where do you think your little - friends go when they think you're upset?"
-"I would hope that they don't go crying to any teacher – guardian or not – for - something stupid like a break-up," Harry said matter-of-factly. "Hedwig, would you - hand me those cloves?"
-Snape frowned as he watched Hedwig do exactly as Harry asked but made no comment - about it.
-"Apparently you were somewhat upset," Snape urged.
-"I wasn't the one who started throwing hexes," Harry said coldly. He chopped up - the cloves and threw them in the cauldron. "So if anyone was upset, it was Ginny. Why - don't you go comfort her?"
-Snape summoned a stool and set it next to Harry's desk, claiming it to watch Harry - work. "Ginny is not my daughter," he said frankly, "And I care not for her. Not one - bit."
-"That's harsh," Harry commented, stirring his brew slowly, "Because she's a - Gryffindor?"
-Snape smirked. "That might be part of the problem yes," he admitted, "Though if - the past has proven anything, Gryffindors tend to have a way to worm themselves into - my heart."
-Harry snorted, "Like parasites?"
-"Exactly so," Snape agreed, "But Ms Weasley could never. She's far too…"
-"Careful now," Harry warned, "It's best that you don't badmouth students in front - of their peers."
-"She was never right for you," Snape said simply, "She was probably suitable for - soothing any teenage urges you might have had but –"
-"No, stop!" Harry interrupted, "Not this again!"
-Snape grinned. "But she was never on par with you intellectually. Not even when I - still mistook you for a dunderhead."
-Harry sighed. "You're probably right. But it still hurts."
-Snape grabbed a few cloves of garlic and started mincing them. "Each time our - heart is broken, we should learn a lesson and not repeat the same mistakes. However, - often there is nothing we could have done to save the relationship."
-"And what mistakes should I learn from," Harry asked.
-"Don't judge a book by its cover," Snape said easily. "What lies beneath the - surface of shallow waters? Nothing. It's only when you go deeper that the ocean comes - alive. The deeper you go, the more mysteries and surprises await."
-Harry sighed, seemingly getting tired from Snape's advice.
-"It will get better, Harry," Snape insisted.
-"Will it?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes fixed on Snape's. He seemed to be - searching for something in the man.
-"Careful," Snape warned Harry, "I know that you're not feeling particularly - pleased right now, but I advise against voicing your current thoughts."
-Harry threw in the splinters of the moonstone he had now carefully crushed.
-"It's better this way, I guess," Harry shrugged, "I'll have more time to focus on - my studies. And –" he grinned at Snape, "- to play Quidditch as well."
-"Oh joy," Snape deadpanned, "Professor McGonagall will be ecstatic to hear and I, - in turn, will be pleased to not have her turn up in my fireplace anymore."
-"She's been doing that?" Harry chuckled.
-"She's always been a competitive person," Snape shared with Harry, "And she needs - you if she wants to stand a chance against the Slytherin team."
-"Can you really handle losing again?" Harry asked, performing the very last - intricate stirring pattern there was to the potion.
-"The way I see it, I win either way," Snape said playfully, "Either my house wins - or my son does."
-"So you can be at the victory party no matter what," Harry said happily, "Unless - Hufflepuff wins."
-"If they win this year, I'll resign," Snape said seriously.
-"A bit too late for the Defence against the Dark Arts curse to befall you, isn't - it?" Harry asked.
-"It's no longer in effect," Snape said, "Since the Dark Lord died."
-"Good thing too or I would still need to teach the DA," Harry said, "And I don't - have the time for it."
-Harry hauled the cauldron off the fire, allowing it to cool. "What do you think?" - he asked, "Is it acceptable?"
-"Outstanding as always," Snape said, "Do you need it all for your werewolf friend - or shall I give some to Lupin?"
-Harry rolled his eyes as he bottled whatever portions he could get out of the - potion. "Do with it as you please," he said, "My werewolf friend doesn't really need - it anyway. He has a friend that is a Potions Master, you see."
-"I see," Snape replied. He looked over at Harry who was now cleaning up his - working space. Hedwig had flown back to her perch, allowing Harry the space.
-"You're certain you're okay?" Snape asked one last time.
-"I will be," Harry said, smiling honestly. "There's no need to worry."
-The lack of the full moon did not make Greyback any less dangerous. He loved - tearing people apart, even in his human form. And they really didn't need to be - muggles or mudbloods for him to appreciate their anguished shrieks and panicked - flailing. Licking his lips in anticipation, he released the girl he had captured - before and watched her flee into the thick arboreal path. Exactly fifteen seconds - later, he gave chase.
-"Talk, Mr Pippin," Bellatrix said sweetly, "And I suggest you do it quickly before - Greyback catches your daughter. He's not exactly what one would call… friendly."
-A smirk that rivalled that of a Cheshire cat split her face in half as she - laughed. The man beneath her grovelled and pleaded, his wand long snapped in half - when he had tried to protect his family. His wife already lay still next to him, her - throat clawed out and her limbs broken, displayed in an unnatural fashion as if she - was a puppet that was dropped by her puppeteer.
-"Please," he pleaded, "I told you all I know!"
-"So you're telling me that there are no imminent orders from him?" Bellatrix asked - snidely, "No potion ingredients? Nothing?"
-"No!" Pippin said truthfully, "Nothing yet. Please. Please let my daughter - go!"
-At that moment, a high-pitched screech filled the air and Bellatrix laughed - hysterically before shutting her mouth with a click and shouting; "Greyback! - Return".
-It couldn't have been more than a minute later that the werewolf returned with the - girl. He was dragging her with him by holding on to her right foot while her left was - kicking the air in a desperate attempt to break free.
-"Oh dear," Bellatrix said sweetly as she approached the girl. She couldn't have - been more than seven. "Are you scared of this big man?" she asked, "Did he hurt - you?"
-The girl sobbed uncontrollably, clearly overcome by terror.
-"I'm sorry dear, but we had no choice," the former death eater said, kneeling next - to the girl. "Your father simply does not want to cooperate."
-"Mum," the girl cried, "I want my mum!"
-"Certainly," Bellatrix said, smiling broadly. She snapped at Greyback who dragged - the girl towards her parents and threw her to the ground right next to her mother's - mangled body. She screamed and tried to get up but Bellatrix cast a body bind on her. - She tutted as if she were reprimanding a young child. "Now now," she said, "You said - you wanted your mother. Here she is."
-"Let her go!" Came Pippin's furious exclamation. He tried to get to his feet, - seemingly forgetting that his legs were broken.
-"Should I?" Bellatrix asked as if she were contemplating it. "Give me one good - reason."
-"Painite," The man said, "I'm supposed to contact him once I've received Painite. - He's been asking for it."
-"Your point?" Bellatrix asked, tilting her head as if she was trying to - understand. Tears were leaking from the petrified girls' eyes.
-"I will tell him that I got some," Pippin said desperately, "He'll come for it. I - know he will!"
-Bellatrix clapped her hands together. "Excellent!" she said happily, "See, I knew - we could make some sort of arrangement. You do that, and we shall return your - daughter to you."
-"But-" Pippin wanted to argue.
-"Let us know the time and place," Bellatrix told him, "If anything goes wrong, - like you tipping him off or him not showing up, your daughter will stay with us. My - husband and brother in law will surely wish to have their way with her."
-She gestured towards Rodolphus and Rabastan who sat away from the action, glancing - at her when she mentioned them.
-"But if you succeed in bringing him to us, we will release your precious - daughter," Bellatrix continued. "But you'd best hurry," she added darkly, "Or she - might not come back to you in one piece."
-There you are dears. Ginny is gone. Told you all it wouldn't last! I hope - you're not too mad at me for it either way. What do you reckon is going through - Maya's mind right now and who is Bellatrix trying to capture? Please tell me what you - think and what you liked/disliked. I welcome all reviews!
-Chapter 11
-Harry was strongly aware of the warm sunlight on his face coupled with the strong - winds that flew past him as he raced around the Quidditch pitch.
-"Ronald Weasley managed to stop the quaffle again," came Luna Lovegood's - commentary, "He's doing this weird move that makes him look like a starfish. It - seemed entirely accidental to me at first but since he keeps doing it, I no longer - think so. Either way, no one has managed to score yet."
-She was right. They had been in the air for about thirty minutes if Harry's - estimates were somewhat correct and neither team had managed to score a single - goal.
-The Ravenclaw team had done some restructuring and since Cho Chang had graduated, - they replaced their seeker as well. Harry wasn't sure if she was any good yet since - this was the first game of the school year but he knew better than to underestimate - his opponent. Currently, she was circling the pitch the same way he was but on the - opposite end. At one point she had made an admittedly clumsy attempt at a - 'Wronsky Feint' that Harry had simply ignored.
-"Ginny Weasley got the quaffle and she's rushing towards the goalposts. Oh – Oh - dear, the bludgers are closing in. Careful Ginny or they'll get you."
-Ginny looked over her shoulder to try and spot the threat Luna had perceived and - therefore missed the approach of the bludger right in front of her. It collided with - her shoulder, causing her to spin uncontrollably for a few seconds until she regained - control of herself.
-"I told you to watch out," Luna said airily, "Roger Davies got a hold of the - quaffle this time. I wonder if he's still in touch with Fleur. I never did ask him - how that ended up. Did you all know 'Roger' means 'famous spear'? It might mean he - will become a famous chaser one day. Or perhaps a famous spearman. Are those still - around? Ah, he couldn't get the quaffle past Ron. Those Weasleys are really good, - aren't they?"
-Harry laughed. He really loved Luna's commentary. While not very useful and to the - point, it kept his mind occupied and entertained.
-Harry whooshed past the stands to see if any of them were hiding the snitch but - came up empty. He saw that McGonagall looked amused and not at all as annoyed as she - had been with Luna when she only just begun commentating. Even Snape seemed to be - entertained by her antics. Probably because he was not really a Quidditch fan and - appreciated Luna's dreamy monologues.
-When Snape caught Harry watching him, he pointed towards the pitch as if to tell - him to get back to it. Harry gave him one of his cheekiest grins, glanced around one - last time and returned to his post. In doing so, he passed Ginny who gave him a - murderous glare. Harry rolled his eyes and kept scouring the grounds, ignoring the - song that was erupting from the Gryffindor stands.
-Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our
- King,
- He didn't let the Quaffle in
- Weasley is our King.
Weasley can save anything,
- He never leaves a single ring,
- That's why Gryffindors all sing:
- Weasley is our King.
Harry smirked. How fantastic was it that the Slytherins had given the Gryffindors - the opportunity to hail Ron in song. They had only needed to change some of the - words.
-But then again, the Ravenclaw keeper was pretty good himself. Suddenly, Harry - caught Ron waving at him with all the subtlety of an ostrich in a tea shop. When - Harry looked at him, Ron waved vaguely at an area behind him. Harry didn't need to be - told twice.
-"It almost looked as if Ron Weasley was performing some kind of mating dance," - Luna said happily, "Perhaps he was trying to regain Harry's interest for his sister. - Either way, it seemed to have worked because Harry is quickly headed his way."
-Harry noticed that the Ravenclaw seeker was not following him. Perhaps she thought - that Ron simply wanted a word about something. The beaters – however – seemed to be - sharper of wit and they both launched a bludger Harry's way. He dipped dramatically - in order to evade them, then pulled up sharply in between both beaters, laughing - joyously as he did so.
-No matter what, Quidditch always made him feel alive. Even when it almost killed - him.
-Finally, the Ravenclaw seeker caught on but it was far too late. Luna was yelling - something with much excitement but the wind rushing past Harry's ears left him nearly - deaf for everything else around him. He rushed past Ron who smirked triumphantly - while the Gryffindor beaters knocked a bludger straight into the rival seeker's path, - slowing her down even more.
-It wouldn't have mattered anyway. By now, Harry had spotted the snitch fluttering - somewhere near the edge of the pitch and snatched it out of the air, making a U-turn - to show off his catch as Ron nearly jumped him while they were still in mid-air.
-"Harry caught the snitch for all the points," Luna said dreamily, "I suppose it's - all over now. Gryffindor wins. Thanks for coming and I hope to see you all again next - time."
-Harry landed his broomstick and was swarmed by the rest of his team. Davies shook - Ron's hand politely, the two boys smiling at each other.
-"Nice keeping, Weasley," Harry heard Davies say.
-"Your keeper was bloody brilliant as well," Ron said amicably, "This could've been - anyone's match, really."
-"Not when your seeker is Harry Potter," Davies chuckled, "Good game anyway."
-"Yeah, good game."
-Harry couldn't help but notice how much Ron had matured.
-Snape was on his way to his private quarters where Harry was waiting for him to - get started with his next Occlumency lesson. He was rather unhappy with the prospect - of hurting Harry more like this as well as viewing those horrible memories of his - childhood that never failed to fill his own heart with anger but there was nothing to - be done. This was what Harry wanted and Snape did not want to deprive him of the - opportunity.
-That didn't mean he had to like it though. And his displeasure with the situation - was clearly manifested on his face as he swept through the corridors, his fierce - glare enough to force most of the people who would cross his path to move away.
-Yes. Most of them.
-"Severus, do you have a moment?"
-Of course, Professor Bell was not to be swayed by his malice. Couldn't she get - lost somewhere? Preferably in the vicinity of the forbidden forest or something?
-"No," he replied curtly, not halting his movement. And yet, the persistent woman - did not falter behind. In fact, she kept up with him even if that meant somewhat - skipping or half-running to do so.
-"Come now, Severus," she said, huffing with the fast steps she was forced to take. - "I just want to talk to you."
-"I'm not available right now," Snape said, glaring darkly at the spritely woman, - annoyed when she simply smiled sweetly at him.
-"I just want to talk to you about Harry."
-That stopped Snape dead in his tracks. It took Bell a few moments to realize his - arrest and almost tripped over her own feet as she turned around to face him again, - her hair swaying as she moved.
-"What about him?" Snape growled, narrowing his eyes at her. "Is something - wrong?"
-Bell seemed to think that question over for a moment. Not at all sure of how to - respond to that. "Well –" she said hesitantly, "I was wondering if you could - enlighten me about the relationship between the two of you."
-"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked, quirking his eyebrow. "Whatever do you - mean?"
-"It just seems a bit odd," Bell continued as she brushed a stray strand of her - hair behind her ear, her gaze seeking Snape's. "And I'm probably wrong about this but - I'd rather be wrong and embarrassed at the end of this than be right and not have - done a thing about it."
-Snape's earlier foul mood was lifting slightly as he felt amusement at what Bell - was saying. She couldn't actually be implying…
-"And what – pray tell – is this situation you speak of?"
-Bell seemed to steel her resolve as her fierce gaze bore into Snape's eyes. She - tilted her chin ever so slightly and Snape couldn't help but cross his arms and lean - against the wall he was standing near as he watched her gather herself. Oh, this - would be good.
-"Is it normal for an Apprentice to seek refuge in his Master's private chambers as - often as Harry does?" Bell asked.
-Snape exhaled sharply as he tried not to laugh. He couldn't believe she had - actually gone there. "No," he said easily, "Not at all."
-Bell frowned, staring at Snape as if he were some anomaly she couldn't quite - figure out. "Then, what are you doing with him?"
-Snape pushed himself away from the wall and continued walking. "Follow me," Snape - said briskly, "And I will show you just what it is we do together."
-It didn't take long for Snape to hear the tell-tale sound of another pair of shoes - hastily trying to keep up with him. Ever so slightly, he slowed down. Not enough for - her to notice what he was doing, but enough to be sure he wouldn't lose her along the - way.
-"Are you saying he's there now?" Bell asked.
-"Of course," Snape supplied, "Where else would he be?"
-"In Gryffindor tower," Bell snapped, "In the library? Anywhere else."
-"Oh, but he so much rather spends his time with me," Snape said maliciously.
-"He always looks so tired when he returns from you," Bell accused, "Just what are - you doing to him?"
-"Nothing he hasn't asked for," Snape replied. Oh, how he was enjoying this back - and forth. It was fun to tease this woman who was obviously quick to mislead. Had - truly no one told her about the relationship between Harry and him?
-"Here we are, Maya," Snape said, smirking as he opened the door to his quarters - where Harry was already sat on the floor as he read through one of his books. There - was obvious surprise in his eyes when he looked up.
-"Professor Bell," he greeted half-heartedly, quickly getting up from the floor and - brushing himself off. Harry glanced at Snape, clearly seeing the amused twinkle in - the man's eyes, not quite understanding what was happening.
-"Why has all your furniture been moved aside?" Bell asked as she stepped - inside.
-"We need a lot of room," Snape replied, "for when we –" he walked over to Harry - and casually draped an arm around his shoulders. "-Practice."
-Harry groaned when he finally realized what Snape was up to. Unfortunately, Bell - seemed to take that noise of annoyance as something entirely different.
-"Are you ready for today, Harry?" Snape asked more caringly than he had ever done, - "Or haven't you quite recovered yet?"
-Harry decided to play along. "I'm still a bit sore," Harry said pitifully, "but - I'll do as you say, sir."
-"Harry!" Bell exclaimed, "What's going on here?"
-Snape snorted and at that moment, Harry couldn't keep it together anymore. He - burst out laughing as he teasingly pushed Snape's arm away. Snape chuckled and - ruffled Harry's hair roughly enough for Harry to bend his head slightly.
-For a moment, Bell was shell shocked but then she departed, slamming the door shut - as she went.
-"Oh uh," Harry said, "You might've gone too far."
-Snape shrugged. "Let her be," he said, "She's the one who wanted to meddle in - things that weren't her business."
-"You can be really heartless sometimes, you know that?" Harry said, "I'll be right - back."
-Not listening to Snape's objections, Harry left the room and went after Bell. If - anything, she was still his history teacher and he did not want to end up in her bad - books.
-Lucky for him, Bell never got very far, already confused at the first tangent.
-"Professor!" Harry called out. Bell saw him approach and sighed.
-"Mr Potter," she greeted, "What more have you to say to me?"
-"Professor, I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
-Bell looked a little bit frustrated. "I just don't understand," she said, "What's - going on between the two of you?"
-Harry smiled warmly at her. "I suppose no one told you yet," he said, "But Severus - – well – he got me out of a really bad spot."
-Bell's expression softened as she listened to Harry. "What do you mean?"
-Harry scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as he sought for the right - words. "You see," he said, "The family I was living with, they… they were bad for - me."
-Bell frowned. "Bad? Harry, did they –"
-But Harry shook his head furiously. "It doesn't really matter, Professor," he - said, "But I was in a bad way and Severus got me out of there. He offered me a home - –" Harry couldn't help his voice from trembling as he went on, "- He offered me a - family, even if it was small. He still allowed me to call it my own." Harry wiped at - his face with his sleeve, something he knew Snape would reprimand him for. "And last - Christmas –" Harry swallowed thickly and met Bell's compassionate gaze. "- He adopted - me."
-The smile that crept on his face was unstoppable and seemed to warm Bell's - heart.
-"Harry," she said, "I didn't know."
-"He used to be much harsher, you know," Harry chuckled, "He was the fearsome - dungeon bat of Hogwarts, though I suppose he still goes by that name."
-Harry shook his head at the image of him and Snape fighting in the classroom, - before… well, before everything. "I think he's happier as well," Harry said, - "Maybe still not as happy as I would like him, but better."
-Bell smiled at him warmly, and without warning, she drew him into a tight hug.
-"Oh, you silly child," she said, "You're so sweet I could squeeze you to death - right now!"
-Thankfully, she didn't. She let go and quickly wiped at her eyes. Harry graciously - pretended he didn't notice. "But why did you feel the need to trick me like that? My - heart nearly stopped!"
-"I think Severus just wanted to mess with you a bit," Harry said, "He has a weird - sense of humour."
-Bell rolled her eyes. "I'll say. You can tell him that I'll get even with him for - that!"
-Harry chuckled. "I will. And if you need help with that, I'm your man!"
-"Interesting," Bell said as she thoughtfully ran a finger across her lips. "I'll - keep that in mind. Now, where do I go from here?"
-"Just go left, Professor," Harry chuckled, "And then you go straight ahead. Call a - house-elf if you get lost."
-"Will do," Bell said cheerfully and she disappeared behind the bend.
-Glad to have that over with, Harry returned to Snape.
-"You're bloody mental, you know that?" Harry said after he closed the door.
-"Language," Snape droned.
-"Says the man who implied a sexual relationship between the two of us to a - completely innocent Professor."
-Snape laughed. "And where did you gather she is innocent of anything?"
-"She just looks like it," Harry shrugged.
-"Of course," Snape, "A solid foundation to build your trust on, the way someone - looks. Tell me, were you more enamoured by her long locks or by her amber eyes? No, - perhaps it had more to do with the chest area."
-Harry grinned maliciously "Ah, so you are aware of the finer things in - life," he said, "And here I thought you were blind to any such observations."
-"You are quite wrong," Snape said, undeterred, "I would have made a lousy spy had - I not been able to grasp the finer details of my colleagues and their interests in - others, male or female."
-Harry stood there grinning for a while before playfully hitting Snape on the - shoulder.
-Snape took it without flinching. "What do you think you're doing?"
-"Just thinking," Harry shrugged, "About the possibilities."
-"Mind your cheek, brat," Snape said, "Or I'll give you the undiluted version - already."
-"No you won't," Harry said easily, plopping himself back down.
-"And what makes you so sure of that?" Snape said as he grabbed the diluted Drink - of Despair off the shelf.
-"Because you're my family," Harry said matter-of-factly, "And I know you because - of it."
-The somewhat delighted expression on Snape's face made Harry look away as he felt - himself flush.
-Snape cleared his throat. "Well, shall we begin?"
-It was a dreary Tuesday when Harry found himself seated next to Hermione and Ron - in the morning, picking at his scrambled eggs. Ginny sat a few spots further away. - She didn't seem angry anymore but she seemed distant. That was fine with Harry. Ron - didn't even seem to fault Harry for anything for which Harry was grateful. The - redhead had indeed matured.
-When Harry looked up at the ceiling, he became aware of the pouring rain that was - going on outside. Dark clouds blotted out the sky so much, it almost seemed like the - middle of the night. Every now and then, lightning struck in the distance, followed - by the ominous roar of thunder.
-"Blimey," Ron said, "It's a good thing we don't have Quidditch practice today. We - would probably be thrown off our brooms if we tried to fly."
-"Trelawney seems to agree with you," Harry said, nodding towards the high table - where Trelawney was standing next to Flitwick, dramatically motioning towards the - skies and jumping with every approaching rumble.
-"Maybe she's just scared," Hermione said.
-"Or mental," Ron mumbled, shoving another spoonful of porridge in his mouth.
-Harry was in the midst of peeling a banana when the doors to the great hall flew - open dramatically. The hall was illuminated by another strike of thunder, revealing - the form of two shadowy creatures in the doorway. Some students yelped in surprise. - Others drew their wands. But none were prepared for the people who strutted into the - great hall as they dripped all over the floor.
-"Everyone, listen up!"
-"And gather round,"
-"For I, Fred,"
-"And me, George,"
-"Have returned from our glorious mission!"
-"It's Fred and George," Ron exclaimed unnecessarily, "What are they doing - here?"
-The Weasley twins looked beyond awful. Not only were they dripping wet, they were - also dirty beyond belief. They were smeared with mud, stinking clay and even blood. - Some barely healed scratches were visible on the both of them and Fred seemed to be - favouring his right leg. They looked thinner than they were before and honestly, they - looked like they've been to hell and back. And yet, underneath the muck, grime and - obvious fatigue, they were both grinning ecstatically.
-The twins bowed exaggeratedly and made their way to the high table, parading - proudly as if they were peacocks, ready to impress their potential mate.
-"Hello, ickle Ronniekins," Fred said, ruffling Ron's hair as he passed.
-"Good to see you, sis," George grinned, patting Ginny's hair.
-"I can't believe it," Harry smirked when he noticed George carrying a book of - sorts. He looked at Snape and saw that the Potions Master's face was a mask of - indifference. He seemed cool and collected and not at all surprised to see the - Weasley twins. But Harry recognized that glint in his eyes. Snape was very pleased - indeed.
-Dumbledore's eyes twinkled but he made no move to greet the Weasleys. It was - almost as if he already knew that they weren't there for him.
-"Here you are, Professor," George said as he dropped the book onto the high table - with quite the exaggerated bang.
-"Told you we could do it," Fred said proudly.
-Snape raised his wand and used it to scan the book that was practically dropped in - his lap. When nothing happened, he opened the book and scanned its contents.
-"Did you copy all of it?" he asked evenly, staring into Fred's eyes as he - answered.
-"Every single thing," Fred sighed, obviously exhausted.
-"Well –" Snape said as his lips curled into a smile, "- you obviously lack - subtlety but I commend you on a job well done. Your mother has received the formula - some weeks ago. You may retrieve it from her."
-"What?" George exclaimed, "You already sent it?"
-"But what if we had failed?" Fred asked in disbelief, "You thought we couldn't do - it! You said so yourself."
-"Did I?" Snape asked, "Well, you've certainly proved me wrong, gentlemen." He - smirked as he perused some more of the pages. After a while, he noticed that the - twins were still standing there, looking quite dumbfounded.
-"Well?" Snape asked, "What more do you expect? A kiss on your cheek and a hug - goodbye?"
-"Severus!" Dumbledore admonished, "Fred and George have obviously been through - much."
-The headmaster faced the twins with a cheerful smile and opened his arms wide in - greeting.
-"Please," he said, "Take a seat and eat with us. You are most welcome."
-"Thanks, Professor," George said, taking a roll from the bowl that stood in front - of Snape.
-"We'll take you up on that offer," Fred agreed, winking at the headmaster.
-They walked back over to Ron, Fred pulling him close in a one-armed embrace, - rubbing his knuckles over his baby brother's head. "Missed us?"
-"Not one bit," Ron grumbled, "Get off, you smell awful!"
-"Scourgify," Hermione muttered as she cleaned the twins as best she could, - sniffing in disgust at the puddles they left behind.
-"Where have you been?" Ron asked, "And what was that recipe Snape was talking - about?"
-"Ah, little brother," George said, "Prepare for a fascinating tale of trials and - mischief. Filled with wonder and amazement."
-"Monsters and ancient magic," Fred added, "As well as love gained and lost."
-It almost appeared as if the entire student body was leaning in to listen to the - tales spun by the twins, while Snape was happily perusing his texts, vaguely aware of - Bell looking over his shoulder with much interest.
-Chapter 12
-It had been merely a few days since the Weasley twins had shown up in such ominous - circumstances – that many agreed on the twins must have been waiting for – to provide - Snape with what everyone seemed to think was an ordinary book. Harry knew better but - wasn't about to spill the beans to anyone except his best friends. But – truth be - told – he didn't know that much. Not even Hermione was able to tell Harry what the - book could possibly be about. All she knew was that Pythagoras had been an - alchemist.
-"Isn't alchemy just another word for potions?" Ron had asked.
-"Don't be daft, Ron," Hermione chided, "Alchemy is so much more than just potions. - It's a meta-skill of sorts which combines all of the different magics in its - process."
-"But it is a very difficult skill to master," Harry supplied, "and takes years of - practice and an understanding of magic that I – to be fair – do not have."
-"Does Snape?" Ron asked.
-Harry wasn't sure. He had never really asked Snape if he was an alchemist simply - because it had never come up.
-"I'll ask him," Harry said.
-Since they were in the Gryffindor common room, and Snape was nowhere nearby, Harry - wrote on his cuff.
-'Are you well-versed in the art of Alchemy?'
-It took a while before the answer came and Harry snorted at the words.
-'Yes. And you can tell Ms Granger that the book is none of her - business.'
-Hermione blushed when Harry relayed the message. "I was just curious."
-"And he's just teasing," Harry said, "It's what he does. You know him."
-"Say, what is Bell doing outside of the portrait?" Ron asked. He had been lazily - perusing the marauder's map for no other reason but to cure his boredom.
-"She is?" Hermione asked. "Let me see."
-"It's not even like she's patrolling or something," Ron said, frowning, "She just… - standing there."
-"She might just be lost," Harry said, "I'll go see what she needs."
-When Harry opened the portrait and met the warm gaze that was professor Bell's, he - knew that she was not lost. This was exactly where she had intended to come.
-"Harry!" she said happily, "I can't for the life of me remember the password but I - really wanted to speak with you."
-Harry climbed out of the portrait hole and faced the History Professor with an - amused smirk.
-"Oh?" he said, "I this what I think it is about?"
-Bell wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "It is, young accomplice if mine. Oh yes, - indeed."
-The following morning, Harry woke up bright and early to go to breakfast as soon - as he possibly could. But he would need to make a small detour first. Using his - invisibility cloak – just to be sure – he snuck down to the dungeons and into Snape's - office which was connected to his private potions lab.
-Luckily for Harry, his presence did not trigger any of the wards. He smirked to - himself. Snape was losing his Slytherin touch if he allowed Harry to just enter here - on all hours of the day.
-He crept into the potions lab and walked over to the rack where each and every - bottled concoction was neatly lined up in order of use, their labels facing forward - in a neat fashion. Harry started turning some just a tiny bit. It was not noticeable - to anyone who didn't pay attention to such things but Harry made it so that when - facing the rack, you could not make out the entire first letter on the label.
-After that, he moved a bottle of skele-gro to a shelf above where it was supposed - to be. He didn't take time to inspect his handiwork. Instead, he crept back out and - made to leave when he noticed a stack of papers on Snape's desk. He took the top - piece of parchment and put it in the pile completely at random. That should do it for - the day. Harry left, closing the door behind him and raced towards the great hall, - hoping that there wouldn't be too many people yet.
-And true enough, when he arrived there, there was only one other person already - occupying her table as she read the quibbler.
-"Hi Luna," Harry greeted.
-"Good morning, Harry," Luna replied warmly, "You're here early."
-"Yes," Harry replied, smirking all the while. "There was something I wanted to - do."
-"Something mischievous, perhaps?" Luna asked airily, "The Gronkulls told me that - Professor Bell visited you last night."
-Harry sat down next to the blonde Ravenclaw with a loud thud. "Hush, Luna," he - whispered, the sounds of their voices reverberating loudly while there was no one - else in the hall. "She did, but you can't tell anyone. Especially not Professor - Snape."
-Luna smiled brightly. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not one to spoil your - entertainment. And Professor Snape really needs to have some fun sometimes."
-Harry laughed. "I don't think fun is in his dictionary."
-"Perhaps," Luna said, "Or perhaps he needs to be reminded of its meaning." She - tilted her head slightly as she regarded Harry carefully. "You know, I think you - might be the one to do it."
-"Do what?"
-"You are the chosen one," Luna replied carefully, "And you will deliver Professor - Snape from his worry and sadness."
-Harry frowned, ignoring Luna's odd choice of words. "Do you really think he's - sad?"
-"He always has been," Luna said empathically, "It's become better over time but - I've rarely seen him just happy. There's always some underlining tone of something - darker there."
-"I think that's just his act you're seeing," Harry supplied, "He's a lot looser at - home."
-"A mask tells us more than a face," Luna replied knowingly, "He wouldn't hide - himself away if he didn't feel like he needed protection."
-"From what?" Harry asked, blinking in confusion.
-Luna smiled sadly. "From caring for others," she said, "And from being cared for. - I feel that he's suffered tremendous emotional pain already."
-"He's got me though," Harry said.
-"He does," Luna agreed, "And I think that's all he'll allow himself for now. Don't - you?"
-Harry sat there somewhat flabbergasted at Luna's words while she continued reading - her quibbler, humming an unknown tune under her breath as she did.
-It was only a few minutes later that other people started to come into the great - hall, yawning and stretching as they walked.
-As Harry had expected, Snape was one of the first Professors to arrive for - breakfast. He quirked a surprised eyebrow when he saw Harry sitting there already and - took his own seat at the high table.
-"Good morning, Harry," Snape said. Since there weren't a lot of people present - yet, they could easily hear each other. "Defecting to Ravenclaw, I see? How will the - Gryffindor quidditch team ever survive this blow?"
-"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Harry said, "Well don't worry. I'll be around - to kick Slytherin –"
-"Language," Snape warned.
-Now Bell and Flitwick came in together – Flitwick clearly serving as Bell's guide - – and sat down at the table as well.
-"See you around, Luna," Harry said.
-"Be careful of the ravens, Harry," Luna warned, "The Gronkulls told me they have - it in for a stag."
-"I'll keep that in mind, Luna," Harry replied. He waved to her and walked away. - But instead of heading back to Gryffindor Tower, he walked straight up to the high - table and went across it to stand next to Snape.
-"Have you gotten so little sleep that you've forgotten where your house sits?" - Snape asked, "Do I look like a Gryffindor to you?"
-"Not one bit," Harry admitted, "I just wanted to wish you a very happy Wednesday!" - And without warning, Harry took a step forward and hugged Snape awkwardly and - shortly. Before Snape had even processed Harry's movement, the boy had pulled away - and flashed him an amused grin.
-"Professor Flitwick," Harry greeted as he passed by. "Professor Bell." At her, he - actually winked and she acknowledged him by shaking her head in disbelief. With her - back turned towards Snape, she clearly mouthed 'subtle' and rolled her eyes to which - Harry bowed graciously before running off and sitting at the Gryffindor table where - Ron and Hermione had arrived by now.
-"And you say the hat thought you might have done well in Slytherin?" Hermione - asked incredulously, "What was that?"
-"He has no idea," Harry chuckled, "Don't worry. Maybe he'll think I'm sick or - something but he'll never suspect foul play."
-"I still think you have a death wish, mate," Ron said, "Snape may have warmed up - to you but I don't think he'll let you off the hook when he finds out."
-"If he finds out," Harry corrected him. "Don't forget. It's Professor - Bell who is the mastermind at work."
-All three of them sat on the right side of the Gryffindor table where they had a - clear view of the high table and everything that was going on there. They filled - their plates with the breakfast foods of their choosing and ate absentmindedly as - they kept an eye on their defence teacher.
-Snape seemed to sense their staring and looked at the golden trio, arching his - eyebrows in a questioning look. They averted their gaze to look at their food but - went right back to staring as soon as Snape refocused his attention on breakfast.
-He poured himself a cup of tea but had poured a bit too harshly, causing at least - half of the scalding liquid to jump right back out of his cup and land on the - tablecloth and partly on his robes. The man looked around as if to check that no one - had seen his little mishap – Harry had seen this reaction coming and pretended to - have a conversation with his friends - and removed the spillage with a wave of his - wand.
-Next, he wanted to grab two lumps of sugar – as Harry knew was his usual amount – - with the tweezers that were meant for them. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as Snape - obviously wasn't able to get a firm grasp on the lumps. After a few tries, he mumbled - something to himself and set the sugar aside, not bothering with it anymore.
-Bell had noticed his predicament though and – much to Snape's mortification - - added a lump of sugar to his tea. She asked him something but he seemed to snap - something back at her rather rudely which she took in stride. She glanced over at - Harry and when she saw he was looking she alternatively held up one and two fingers - with a questioning glance.
-Harry held up two fingers in response. Bell nodded and added a second lump of - sugar to Snape's tea who simply shoved the cup away and filled a glass with pumpkin - juice which caused no accidents.
-"He seems grumpy," Ron said, "Maybe you shouldn't have done this on a defence - day."
-"Please," Harry said in a low tone of voice, "It'll be fine."
-Dumbledore had joined right when Snape was attempting to butter a piece of bread - but had pressed just a tad too hard, his knife going straight through the bread. - Snape stared at it, almost dumbfounded and Harry couldn't help it. He laughed loudly. - Snape turned his head sharply to see his son laughing at him and Harry could only - barely make out the annoyance in his eyes. It only made him laugh harder. Meanwhile, - Dumbledore had replaced Snape's piece of bread and put a hand on his shoulder, saying - something softly. Snape frowned but took the bread. He didn't attempt to butter it - anymore but simply put a slice of cheese on it and ate it.
-"I know I've asked you this before, but he's not a morning person, is he?" - Hermione commented.
-"He definitely is not," Harry agreed, "Especially not when he's being picked on by - a bunch of Gryffindors."
-Snape didn't stay long at all. As soon as he was finished eating, he got up - brusquely and went to sweep out of the hallways, glaring daggers at Harry as he - went.
-"I think he suspects something," Hermione said.
-"He's just upset that I laughed," Harry said. "What would he even think I - did?"
-Harry look over at the high table once more and saw that Professor Bell was - beaming at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye that reminded Harry of the - twins.
-That brat must have done something! What it was, Snape could not possibly imagine - but oh, it was him. The bloody golden trio had been staring at him from - before things had gone wrong. They knew!
-Or was he getting paranoid? He must be. This was probably just a rough morning. - These mishaps could happen to anyone. Though they rarely happened to himself. Could - it have been a potion? No, he thought not. Harry knew very well that he was to report - every new potion he even attempted to create to Snape and he had brewed nothing that - would clarify what Snape could only explain as a lack of luck and an increase in - clumsiness. And Bell had certainly seemed pleased with herself when she offered to - add the sugar to his tea for him. As if he were four! Maybe she was in on it - too!
-Snape sighed. No, he was really looking too much into this.
-There was still an hour before he would have to go teach his first defence class. - He would stop by his private potions lab for a calming draught real quick and he - would be ready for the third graders who thought they were ready to face - boggarts.
-From his office, he swept into his lab and searched the labels for the calming - draught. Wait… that's not where he put the skele-gro. Was it? Perhaps Harry had - mistakenly put it there after he was done brewing. Snape moved the potion to where it - belonged and took the calming draught.
-He stared at his potions for a moment longer. Something didn't feel right. But he - couldn't put his finger on it. He shook himself, dispelling the thought.
-He tried to pull the stopper out of the bottle but didn't quite succeed the first - time. Instead, his nail got stuck behind the cork, tearing it slightly. It was small - but enough to annoy him greatly. With a huff of disapproval at his own inelegance, - Snape removed the stopper on the second try and downed the potion.
-He kicked off his boots and sat behind comfortably behind his desk, quite sure - that no one would dare disturb him yet. He glanced at the stack of assignments on his - desk. He frowned only slightly when he noticed the discrepancy but it didn't seem to - bother him as much. He must've really been out of it the previous day. Could it have - been the fire whiskey? He had only had one glass though.
-After he took a while to gather his senses, Snape cast a quick 'Tempus' to check - the time and sighed when he realized he needed to get going. He put on his boots, - growling to himself when he accidentally tried putting the left one on his right foot - the first time – and left to go teach class. It was only after he closed the door and - tried to take a step that he noticed that his robes got stuck. It was with great - self-restraint that he didn't blast the door to pieces.
-By the time Snape arrived in Harry's defence class – which was the last class of - the day – he was absolutely furious.
-"Uh-oh," Ron whispered quietly as Snape swept past them to the front of the class, - "I think you unleashed the beast, mate."
-Harry chuckled, "What I wouldn't give for his memories of today."
-"What are you talking about?" Draco asked.
-"Oh right, we didn't have the chance to tell you," Harry said, "We've –"
-"Be silent," Snape snarled at his son and godson, "Or – so help me – you will be - repainting every inch of Hogwarts."
-Harry and Draco wisely kept their mouths shut but smiled at each other as soon as - Snape's back was turned.
-"Today," Snape spat, "You will be learning about detecting as well as breaking - curses. If you all read the required chapters as I had instructed, you will be fine. - If not –" A malicious smile formed on the Professor's lips, "- You will suffer the - consequences."
-Non-verbally, Snape levitated a whole slew of inconspicuous looking items out of a - bag, placing them on each student's desk. Harry received a tattered looking plastic - doll that looked like it could easily star in a horror movie. It missed its right arm - and eye and its dress was dirty and torn.
-Harry had, in fact, read the requested chapters and was focusing on the object of - his current consternation, vaguely aware of Snape keeping a watchful eye on him. He - cast a simple 'Revelio', full well expecting that to not work. And so it - didn't. He could practically feel Hermione rolling her eyes at him.
-"It can't hurt to be thorough," Harry said, shrugging all the while. On Hermione's - desk sat a black boot, acting entirely innocent.
-Harry went through an entire sequence of spells he could think of. It didn't take - long for Neville to discover what was amiss with his 500-piece puzzle and Draco had - been able to solve the conundrum that was his Chinese puzzle trap within minutes.
-It took Ron and even Hermione a lot longer to detect their problems and Harry - couldn't help but wonder if Snape had purposely given them the hardest ones to crack. - It didn't escape Harry's attention at all that Snape hadn't so much as lifted a - finger during this entire class. He was simply standing there, with his arms crossed, - nodding occasionally when someone had been able to break their curse. But his eyes - kept fluttering back to Harry and it soon became clear that the doll was one of two - things. It was either not cursed at all or it was cursed at a level that was far - beyond that of a Hogwarts student.
-Interesting. So Snape must have realized that Harry had something to do with what - had clearly been a bad day.
-Eventually, Harry smirked, crossed his arms and leaned back.
-"Mr Potter," Snape droned, "Do you give up?"
-"Give up?" Harry repeated, "I would never. I simply solved it."
-"You solved it," Snape said icily, "And you expect me to believe that? When would - you have done that?"
-"At the moment you inspected Hermione's boot, sir," Harry replied easily, "That's - when it hit me."
-Harry fearlessly met his mentor's eyes and felt the subtle push of his Legilimency - but Occluded without a problem.
-"So pick it up," Snape said, smirking sadistically.
-Harry had anticipated this response and already knew exactly how to act. He moved - to grab the doll but bumped his desk unceremoniously, causing the doll to fall off. - Snape – with reflexes he honed by years of catching glass vials and potion - ingredients that found themselves into the clumsy hands of students – caught the doll - before it landed and looked at Harry just in time to meet his triumphant smirk.
-There was a poof. There was smoke and then, Snape was gone. Harry frowned, not - knowing what had happened. Had Snape disappeared? Did he teleport to the amazon - forest or something? But then a couple of the girls screeched and jumped on their - chairs. Harry leaned over his desk to see a small grass snake slithering on the - floor.
-"Well, well," he said in parseltongue, "Who knew you would make such a cute - snake?"
-"Don't jusssssst ssssstand there, brat," the snake hissed. Anyone who didn't speak - parseltongue – which was the entire Hogwarts populace minus Harry – would think the - snake upset and ready to attack. And perhaps, that wasn't too far from the truth.
-"What am I supposed to do even?" Harry asked innocently, "Unfortunately, I'm not - too good at curse breaking, and this one seems to be rather high level."
-"Blasssssst it all! Jussssst bring me to a Professsssor before I bite you."
-"Alright, alright. Don't get your coils in a twist," Harry chuckled, "Come - here."
-Harry extended his arm and the snake slithered onto his wrist, squeezing so he - wouldn't fall off.
-"Class dismissed, I guess," Harry said. He waved his wand and got all the cursed - objects to float back into the bag which he closed and took with him just in case - some poor first grader came in for some reason and saw that awesome soccer ball to - play with.
-Slytherins and Gryffindors alike laughed heartily at the situation at hand but - they quickly made themselves scarce when Snape the snake hissed threateningly.
-"This is what you get, you know," Harry chided, "For trying to trick me."
-"I did no sssssuch thing," Snape argued, his forked tongue flicking in and out of - his mouth.
-"Oh really?" Harry said, raising a sardonic eyebrow in the same fashion Snape - always did. "So you're saying that this curse is on an equal level with the - jelly-legs curse you so graciously bestowed on Zabini?"
-"You are better than Zzzzzzabini," Snape hissed.
-"You know, I could just leave you a snake," Harry said.
-"And perhapssss I could cut off the blood cccccirculation to your wrisssssst," - Snape replied, squeezing tightly.
-"You're a grass snake," Harry chuckled, "You can't do a thing in this state."
-"Don't tesssssst me, child," Snape hissed, "I'll have you dicccccing - Flobberwormssssss until Chrisssssstmasssss."
-"Hey, I'm going, aren't I?" Harry said to the snake, still smiling. The students - he encountered in the hallway regarded the pair with either interest or disgust. One - lone Hufflepuff boy even took off screaming at the sight.
-"Maybe this will get the 'The heir of Slytherin' rumours started again," Harry - said. There was only humour in his voice though.
-"That'sssss far more acceptable than sssssstudentsssss knowing I've been coiled - around your arm," Snape said.
-"To you maybe," Harry replied easily, "Well, here we are."
-"Brat," Snape hissed shortly, "Find sssssssomeone more capable."
-"She's very capable though," Harry replied, "And she's the closest by."
-"I refussssssse," Snape said.
-"Quite frankly, Severus, you don't have a choice in the matter," Harry said just a - tad too happy about the situation. He knocked on the door of the History - classroom.
-"Come on in," resounded the kind voice of Professor Bell.
-Harry opened the door and found Bell sitting at her desk, perusing a book. A stack - of sloppily piled books sat atop her desk, some of them with the edges of pieces of - parchments sticking out.
-"Hi, Harry!" Bell greeted him, "Oh, and who is this? Is this your new pet?"
-She placed the book she was reading on top of the pile and moved closer to Harry, - leaning forward to get a better look at the snake.
-"It's beautiful!" she cooed, "What's his name?"
-"Severus," Harry deadpanned.
-Bell frowned. "That's a tad formal for a snake, don't you think?"
-Harry laughed. "Actually, Professor, this is Severus. He cursed himself when he - tried to curse me with an object. I think he's mad at me."
-"Nonsssssensssse," Snape hissed, "I tried no sssssuch thing."
-Bell just started laughing. "You don't say!" she said, tears running down her - cheeks, "How unfortunate of him to pick today of all days to work on curse - removal."
-"What isssss ssssshe talking about?" Snape hissed.
-"I wonder what he's saying," Bell said.
-"Remove thisssss curssssse and I ssssshall tell you myssssself?" Snape hissed - dangerously.
-"Can you remove it?" Harry asked.
-"Of course I can, Harry," Bell said easily, "Nothing to it. If you're ready?"
-"I think it's time," Harry agreed, "We've had our fun."
-Bell nodded and waved her wand elegantly as Harry kneeled to allow Snape to - slither unto the ground again. Finally, Bell pointed her wand at Snape and broke the - curse non-verbally. When Snape was transformed back into his old body, she crossed - her arms and leaned against her desk, smirking triumphantly. Snape's glare was - murderous but Bell seemed completely undeterred.
-"Will you two finally tell me what's going on before I horribly disembowel one of - you?" Snape growled.
-"It's only fair!" Bell exclaimed, "You pranked me before. And by Merlin, you got - me good."
-Snape's gaze softened just a little. Harry thought he was probably the only one - who noticed.
-"So, I decided to get back at you," Bell continued, "And since Harry helped you - with your own ploy, I thought it prudent to have him help me as well."
-"Traitor," Snape spat viciously but Harry detected the amusement underneath.
-"Oh, just turn around already," Bell said.
-"Excuse me?" Snape replied in surprise.
-"Turn around," Bell repeated, chuckling as she did. "I'll remove the rune that was - applied to your robes."
-"You use runes?" Snape asked, but he did turn around which Harry thought was a - remarkable sign of trust when faced with someone who Snape's only known for a few - months tops. Especially considering how untrustworthy new teachers had often turned - out to be.
-Bell waved her wand over Snape's robes and revealed a piece of paper that sort of - looked like a cut-out stick figure. A strange symbol was drawn on it. It stuck to - Snape's robes but Bell peeled it off and showed it to him.
-Snape took it from her and ripped it up, a satisfied smirk on his face when he - dropped the pieces to the ground.
-"And the application was no doubt Harry's rather obvious… theatrics this morning," - he said.
-"Subtlety does not appear to be a Gryffindor trait," Bell agreed, "But yes indeed. - You should be able to add sugar to your own tea again."
-"I must say, that was very well played, Bell," Snape said, holding out his - hand.
-"Glad to be considered a worthy adversary, Snape" Bell replied, shaking the - offered hand.
-"Oh, we'll have to see about that," Snape said mysteriously.
-"Bring it," Bell said, tilting her head in mock defiance.
-It was not entirely on the same level as three first graders bringing down a troll - together, but Harry sensed that this too might be the start of a new friendship. Even - if it seemed to be a bit of a rivalry.
-Saturday morning was upon them fast as it always was when the week was - interesting. And this year, every week was interesting.
-Snape had gotten up early – as was his habit – but had not seen Harry appear at - breakfast. It wasn't entirely strange to see. Nothing short of Quidditch practice - could wake the boy up before ten in the weekend. In fact, of the golden trio, only - Granger was eating breakfast at a respectable hour, chatting amicably with the - Weasley girl over a piece of toast.
-Snape had gotten a very interesting message earlier that week. He looked over the - letter he had been sent with hungry eyes.
-Professor Snape,
-You've asked me to inform you before anyone else when I received a lump of - painite. It is rather small, for which I apologize but as you know, the jewel is - rather rare.
-If you are still interested, I request you to send me a reply at your earliest - convenience. I would expect to have the painite in stock on Saturday. If you can't - come by that day, I'll be forced to sell it. It would be too much of a liability to - have lying around in the shop you see.
-Yours,
-P. Pippin
-It had been years since Snape had asked the man to alert him should the rare jewel - ever arrive. Frankly, he had started to think that he had been forgotten. But the - letter had finally come and Snape could not hide his excitement.
-"What are you so happy about?" Maya asked, nudging Snape slightly. "You're - practically salivating over that letter. Got some hot admirer?"
-Snape snorted. "Nothing of the sort, Maya, I've just been invited to pick up some - painite back in the apothecary in Hogsmeade."
-"Amazing!" Maya replied, "I've never actually seen it but I've heard it's really - beautiful."
-"I don't need it for its beauty," Snape said, "I need it for its function."
-"Always the practical man, aren't you?" Maya teased, "Could you show me the jewel - though? Before you splinter it into dust or whatever you do with it."
-"If that appeases your appetite for shiny things, let it be so." Snape - complied.
-So it was that after breakfast, Maya and Snape both walked to Hogsmeade. Snape in - silence, and Maya making remarks about every unremarkable thing they encountered on - the way, much to Snape's annoyance.
-"Would you kindly refrain from making any more observations about the surrounding - area?" Snape asked coldly, "I am very much aware of its structure and contents, thank - you very much."
-"What are you so grumpy about?" Maya asked, "I thought this was a happy day for - you."
-"I wish to get to Hogsmeade sooner rather than later," Snape replied, "And your - dilly-dallying makes that sufficiently challenging."
-"Oh, you're such a killjoy," Maya chided, "Fine. First, we get your precious stone - and then we cherish the view."
-Snape sighed. "Or you cherish the view and I keep on - walking.
-"I could get lost," Maya pointed out in mock horror.
-Snape smirked ever so slightly, "Sleeping here might give you the insight in the - area that you seem to want to know more about. I'm merely granting you the - opportunity."
-"Just go and get your stone already," Maya huffed as they arrived in Hogsmeade, - "We don't have all day."
-Snape rolled his eyes and walked into the apothecary, walking straight over to the - counter to meet Mr Pippin. The old man almost seemed shocked to see Snape there. He - was sweating profusely and had a guilty look on his face.
-"Don't tell me you've already sold it," Snape grunted, "We had a deal."
-"I'm so sorry, Professor Snape," Pippin said, "I had no choice. They have my - daughter."
-Before Snape could reply, he felt the presence of several people behind him. He - whirled around, wand already in hand to come face to face with Bellatrix Lestrange - and her husband.
-"Hello Sevvie!" she greeted, "Out on a date, are you?" She inclined her head - towards the other end of the shop where Greyback had grabbed hold of Maya's arm and - was sniffing her intently. Maya slapped the werewolf in the face but the man did not - relent.
-"Why don't you come with us, right now?" Bella asked, "And we won't hurt your new - toy."
-"Oh, come off it, Bitch!" Maya hollered, "Who do you even think you are? You Death - eater rejects!" This time, she elbowed Greyback in the solar plexus and forced her - wrist towards the gap between Greyback's fingers and thumb as she shifted her weight, - effectively removing herself from his grasp.
-"Get out of here," Snape yelled.
-"I don't think so," Maya said sternly, brandishing her wand.
-"Fool," Snape muttered. He pointed his wand at her and the history teacher was - blasted out of the shop, leaving no one but Snape, the four death eaters and Mr - Pippin in the apothecary.
-Snape's wand arm was grabbed from behind by a strong hand, the limb twisted - painfully behind his back.
-"Let's go on a trip, shall we?" Bellatrix said sweetly and with the loud cackle of - her sick laughter, the five death eaters disappeared with the sounds of a car - back-firing.
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-Chapter 13
-It only took a few seconds for Snape to determine just how much trouble he was in. - They had landed in a clearing in the middle of a forest. On impact, Rabastan had - immediately snatched Snape's wand away from him, releasing his arm when it posed no - more threat. Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Greyback had joined instantly after Snape's - forced side-along apparition. To his dismay, a young girl – not even old enough to be - attending Hogwarts yet – lay on the ground a few feet away. She was not dead but she - lay very still, her eyes fixed on something in the distance. She was not bound but - then again, that hadn't been necessary by the looks of it.
-Carefully, he eyed his former colleagues, trying to find an opening. Perhaps he - could figure out their plans for him and perhaps he could still get out of here. If - he was fortunate enough, he would be able to take that girl with him as well. When - his eyes met Bellatrix', she grinned maliciously.
-"Aww, don't look at me like that, Sevvie," she teased as she wiggled her index - finger in front of his face. "I know what you're thinking! Dear old Bella must be - involving me in some nefarious scheme! If I can figure out what that is, I can still - escape." She laughed at her own deduction. "But alas, Snape," she spat, "My goal - today is nothing but your pain and death. Except maybe to lure that Potter boy to - your rescue just in time to see you die."
-"There's no way he would come willingly," Snape growled, his eyes darting around - the scenery. Perhaps if he found a large branch or sufficiently big rock, he could - get rid of at least one of his four adversaries. Perhaps even two, if he took - advantage of the stunned confusion that would surely follow."
-"Oh, please," Rodolphus said, "You seem to be forgetting that the boy has a - Gryffindor heart. Have you already forgotten how readily he charged into danger to - try and save that godfather of his? I have no doubt he would do it again."
-Snape's heart clenched tightly in his chest. Of course Rodolphus was right, and of - course, Snape knew this. He had only hoped that this band of randomized death eaters - might not be intelligent enough to solve a crossword puzzle together, let alone - understand what was in Harry's mind.
-Maybe a change of subject would leave them all sufficiently distracted. "I take it - that it was the four of you who were behind the muggle attacks?" he asked smoothly, - taking a few steps away from Rabastan. The man did not follow. Yet.
-"But of course!" Bellatrix replied, "It was all in good fun really. And when - Rookwood let slip that even those filthy muggles were celebrating the Dark Lord's - unfortunate death – a brilliant man of whom they knew nothing! – I just couldn't - control myself."
-Snape frowned. "Rookwood is behind all this?" he asked. If that was the case, - Snape was in even more trouble than he had already realized.
-"No," Bellatrix said in annoyance, "But he cares enough about the wellbeing of his - brothers and sisters in arms to stop by every now and then. Unlike some - traitors." Her eyes glinted menacingly.
-Snape took another step towards a rock he had spotted. Its edges seemed - delightfully sharp. He might even be able to throw it to save himself some precious - seconds. If his aim was true, perhaps he could even kill.
-"You realize he's playing you, right?" Snape said casually, "There's no other - reason for him to still come and find you."
-"You're the only one here who plays those sorts of games, Sevvie," Bellatrix - cooed. Snape suppressed a snort. How daft was she really?
-"Tell me, Snape," Rodolphus now said, '"Had you always been planning to betray the - Dark Lord or was it a spur of the moment thing?"
-"You must think very little of me to even entertain the thought of me being so - impetuous," Snape replied easily. "I was never his. Everything I did was for the - light."
-"So instead of the Dark Lord's servant, you were Dumbledore's," Rodolphus - continued, "Not a very big difference is there?"
-"I don't think you will ever understand," Snape sneered, "since the four of you - clearly enjoy torture and murder." He gestured towards the little girl angrily.
-"Oh, her," Bellatrix said, as if she was only now reminded of the - crumpled heap of human that she had no doubt positioned there herself. She turned - towards the girl and Snape took his shot. He picked up the rock which was now located - near his right foot and drew back his hand, ready to throw the blasted thing at - Bellatrix' snide face.
-"Crucio!"
-Snape's body spasmed in pain he hadn't felt in a very long time but had never - quite forgotten. His legs were suddenly unable to carry his weight anymore and his - knees buckled, dropping him to the ground. He was only vaguely aware of the sound of - his own screams. The feeling of his nerve ends burning with all the pain of a - fourth-degree burn was more of a priority to his mind. His legs contorted beneath him - and unwillingly, his body curled up on itself.
-And then it stopped. A small trickle of blood made it past Snape's lips and he - realized he had bitten the inside of his cheek at some point. He panted and tried to - push himself upright again on trembling arms but a heavy foot positioned itself on - Snape's back and pushed him back down.
-"You didn't really think you would be able to lay a finger on any of us, did you?" - Snarled Greyback. "In case you've forgotten how to count, there's four of us and only - one of you."
-Snape laughed bitterly. "It would appear that it's not me who has forgotten how to - count."
-His blurry vision was starting to become clearer when he noticed that Bellatrix - sat hunched in front of him.
-"Oh?" she said, "Are you delusional enough to think anyone is close by enough to - help you out? Or did you think that this girl was going to throw a surprise killing - curse at one of us?"
-"It's the four of you – well, I suppose five if you count Rookwood – against - everyone else. That's why you're skulking around like rats, isn't it? That's - why you pick off muggles instead of lashing out at the wizarding world. Because you - have no one left and all you can do is run. I know that you know this."
-"My dear old friend," Bellatrix purred. She took out her wand and moved it slowly - along Snape's cheek, a deep cut appearing as she moved. "You can try to provoke me - into killing you all you want but it won't work. You see, while I do want you dead, I - have longed to cause you a great deal of pain for a very long time."
-Snape scowled at her, not allowing himself to react to the fresh wound being - inflicted to his face. He could feel the blood trickle down his neck and could smell - copper.
-"It's an honour to be the most important object of your thoughts, Bella." Snape - drawled, "Though I do realize just how infrequent a thought is able to occupy your - diseased mind, it's still quite the compliment."
-"Don't talk to her like that," Rodolphus growled, punching Snape square in the - face. Snape glared icily at the man.
-"What's this, Rodolphus?" he asked snidely, "Protecting your wife? Why, last I - remembered, you were talking about how insane she was and how you wish she would just - get herself killed already."
-"That's not – He's lying, my love!" Rodolphus said panic-stricken.
-"Am I?" Snape smirked, "Just peer into his mind and you will see that I'm - correct."
-Bellatrix smiled sweetly down at Snape and twirled her wand in her hand. A sign of - uncertainty, Snape knew. "He's just trying to bring a wedge between us, pet," - Bellatrix said evenly, "Rookwood warned us about this."
-"You've certainly traded in for a new 'Dark Lord' rather quickly, dear Bella," - Snape purred, "You must not have truly loved Voldemort very much."
-Snape knew he was pushing it but was still surprised when Bellatrix' boot - connected firmly with his jaw, sending him sprawling once more.
-"Don't you dare speak his name!" Bellatrix roared, "Don't you - dare talk about him. You shouldn't even be thinking about him after - what you've done."
-Snape's jaw ached terribly but he ignored the urge to bring up his hand. He wanted - to show as little weakness as possible.
-"I loved him more than anything," Bellatrix continued, "He was my world and you - and that Potter child tore him away from me. I can never forgive you for that!"
-"Oh, that poor husband of yours," Snape said, trying his best to nor slur his - words because of his aching jaw. "It's no wonder he sought a way out."
-The satisfaction that came over Snape when he saw the flash of anger in Rodolphus' - eyes helped alleviate the pain a little bit. Especially when he realized that the - anger was not entirely meant for him.
-"Have you noticed, Rodolphus," Snape continued, "That while you call her - love, she calls you pet? It is a rather telling sign of - what you mean to her, is it not? Tell me, do you believe yourself above or below the - werewolf when it comes to rank?"
-"That is enough out of you!" Greyback suddenly roared. He picked Snape up as - easily as he would a rag doll and slammed him into a tree. Snape managed to allow - himself only a grunt.
-"You. Talk. Too. Much," Greyback spat word for word, allowing a pause between each - one to let his fist collide with Snape's face. The third or fourth one definitely - broke Snape's nose and he found himself appreciative of the werewolf's lacking - vocabulary.
-Snape spat out the blood that filled his mouth, already partially seeping through - his lips and turned his determined gaze on Greyback.
-"She's using you, you know," he grunted with more difficulty than he cared to - admit.
-"One more word and I will tear your lips off with my teeth," Greyback hissed.
-Snape knew that the werewolf was not kidding and wisely shut his mouth. They - stared at each other for a few more seconds before Greyback released Snape, allowing - him to fall to the floor and turned his back on him.
-"I suggest you do something about that mouth, Bella," Greyback growled, "Before he - sways one of them –" he inclined his head meaningfully towards the Lestrange brothers - "- to betray you."
-"You're right, of course," Bellatrix admitted, "Though I do so love to hear him - scream. How about one more Crucio and then I seal those lips?"
-"You're the boss," Greyback shrugged.
-Bellatrix laughed gleefully and pointed her wand squarely at Snape's chest. The - Potions Master braced himself but couldn't stop himself from screaming through the - agonizing curse that took hold of his body. He wrapped his arms around himself to try - and stop them from flailing but Bellatrix didn't release the curse until they - did.
-When she had gratified her sadistic urges, Bellatrix kneeled before Snape and - cupped his chin gently with her left hand. Snape wanted to slap it away but could - barely lift a finger. Instead, he groaned.
-"Hush now," Bellatrix said gently, "It will all be over soon. For today anyway. We - still need to alert a certain somebody to your whereabouts."
-Before Snape could react, Bellatrix leaned forward and kissed him long and hard. - When she pulled back, her mouth was smeared with his blood. She licked her lips in - delight and Snape had to do his best not to empty his stomach.
-"Suturis," Bella whispered.
-Snape thought he couldn't move anymore. He had been convinced that his body had - been broken and that he would be unable to react to any more torture that day.
-He realized just how wrong he was when he felt the invisible needle impale his - lips up and down, up and down, until a magical thread sealed his mouth shut. His - brain screamed at him, telling him to stop the agony however he could and soon he - found himself scratching at his face, attempting to stop what he knew he could - not.
-And Bellatrix had taken her sweet time, that sadistic witch. She relished in - Snape's agony as was evident by the ecstasy on her face.
-When she was finished, she took out what seemed to be a chipped cup and held it - under Snape's chin, gathering some of the blood that was dripping down at an unsteady - pace. Soon, the hand she used to hold Snape's face in place was covered by the red - substance but she clearly couldn't care less.
-"You'll have to forgive me," she said when she saw Snape's cold stare. "But we - don't exactly have any inkwells in this forest. Your blood should do nicely though. - Did you have anything you wanted me to tell Potter?"
-Snape narrowed his eyes and glared to the best of his abilities.
-"Oh, you want me to tell him to come to rescue you?" Bellatrix said in mock pity, - "Don't you worry. I'll tell him you said just that."
-Snape would've lunged forward had his body not been so heavy but even if he could - have done just that, it would've amounted to nothing.
-"Rabastan, watch the prisoner," Bellatrix ordered, "I have a message to write, and - I don't want to be disturbed by any moaning or flailing."
-"Yes, Bella," Rabastan agreed flatly. The witch disappeared out of sight, followed - on her heels by Greyback. Rodolphus occupied himself by staring at the small girl - that still lay motionless on the floor. Snape shook his head in dismay. The - monsters.
-"You don't know what it's like out here," Rabastan told him. Snape glared at the - man.
-"You were regarded a hero because you were on the right side of history," Rabastan - continued, "And we now hide away like common thieves, scrounging up food wherever we - can."
-Snape grunted and inclined his head towards the girl. Rabastan followed his gaze - and grimaced.
-"One would say she was a necessary evil," Rabastan said after a while, "Others - would say that luring you into a trap was not necessary at the least but simply a - dangerous act to get revenge on you."
-Snape nodded in agreement to the second.
-"It's not like I have that much choice, you know," Rabastan said quietly, "I know - what I can do and surviving on my own out here is not it. It's either this life or - Azkaban – oh don't look at me like that. Azkaban would be infinitely worse."
-Rodolphus glared their way before moving to the campfire, throwing in some more - wood.
-"You're right about one thing though," Rabastan shared willingly, "Rodolphus does - not like to be around his loving wife at all. She's insane."
-Snape couldn't help but wonder why the man next to him was spilling thoughts as if - he drank Veritaserum and questions were asked that only he could hear. On the other - hand, perhaps he needed a sounding board and what better use was a man whose lips - were literally sealed.
-"One day she'll kill us," Rabastan continued, "I know that. I'm not stupid. She'll - get me first. Probably after I disagree with her on something stupid. She'll have had - enough and she'll kill me. I can only hope it will be painless. As for my brother – - well – that all depends. If he reacts too strongly to my death she'll kill him right - after. Otherwise, it'll probably be a few months. Unless he escapes before that - time."
-Snape couldn't help himself. He shot Rabastan an incredulous look that he normally - saved to stare at the work of his most dunderheaded students.
-"Oh, and where would I go if I ran now?" Rabastan answered his unspoken question. - "Go to Rookwood? He doesn't want company and quite frankly, he uses people."
-Snape glanced at the little girl and back at Rabastan.
-"Yes, Bella uses people as well. I know!" Rabastan replied. The volume in his - voice was increasing and Snape became worried that Bellatrix might hear him. "But at - least she's upfront about it. There are never any surprises. She means what - she says and her orders are straightforward."
-Snape tried to smirk but found that he couldn't. Pain was his only response to the - attempted curling of his lips. He suppressed a groan and tried to move himself into a - better position. Rabastan regarded him carefully.
-"You look pathetic," he said, "You know that, right?"
-Snape rolled his eyes. What had they expected cornering him four against one? He - didn't know what Rabastan was trying to provoke with his childish taunting but he - should realize that Snape was unable to answer, even if he wanted to. So Snape - motioned across his mouth and looked darkly at Rabastan.
-"I know you can't speak," Rabastan said, "That question was rhetorical, you - know."
-He eyed Snape again and added: "Something tells me that the old Severus Snape - would never have allowed himself to be ambushed like that. Have you gone soft or - simply careless?"
-Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. That question was definitely - not rhetorical.
-"A bit of both, I suppose," Rabastan answered for him, "That's what you get when - you're lounging about the impenetrable safety of Hogwarts. You have a warm bed to - sleep on, good food on your table morning, noon and evening and you even have company - that doesn't look at you as if you were a cockroach."
-Snape snorted at that last addition. Perhaps not anymore but once most of his - colleagues had regarded him exactly so. Now only a very small minority still did. And - even that seemed to be ebbing away with every time Snape went to watch one of Harry's - matches; every time someone caught him looking at the boy with a sense of pride. - Maybe he had gone soft.
-"Well, if you do it's your own fault entirely," Rabastan said, "You don't exactly - have the most pleasant personality. It's really off-putting."
-Snape frowned at the man in front of him. That was certainly a case of - the pot calling the kettle black.
-"Don't give me that look," Rabastan chided, "I didn't lay a hand on you except to - bring you here. Nor did I torture that little girl. I don't relish in violence the - way Bella and Greyback do. For a long time, people actually found my company rather - delightful."
-Snape snorted again.
-"Don't laugh," Rabastan said, "It's true. But now – well – when you walk with - trash, you end up smelling the same."
-Snape nodded solemnly. This was good. He could use this. Rabastan clearly wanted - out of this little arrangement. If only he could speak, he would be able to offer - terms. He could offer to talk to Dumbledore about granting them clemency. Not that - the old man would be able to hold off the righteous judgement that hung over their - heads quite like the sword of Damocles, but Rabastan didn't need to know that.
-Snape grabbed a twig and started writing in the sand.
-I could help you.
-Rabastan laughed heartily as if Snape had just told him a hilarious joke. But the - glint in his eyes had been unmistakable. Snape erased the sentence and looked at - Rabastan expectantly.
-"And how would you be able to help me?" Rabastan said softly, "Not to mention, - why?"
-Snape exhaled strongly through his nose in exasperation with being asked two - questions at once and picked up his twig once more.
-He wrote a number one in the sand with next to it the word 'Dumbledore' - and below that he wrote the number two and next to that the word - self-preservation. He then looked up meaningfully.
-"If self-preservation had been anywhere on your list of personal goals, you would - have never become a spy," Rabastan noted cleverly, "What changed?"
-Snape erased his previous writing and wrote 'Harry'.
-"You have got to be kidding me," Rabastan sighed, "You loathed the boy so strongly - for all those years but now you would help me stay out of Azkaban for his sake? It - must be a cold day in hell."
-Snape erased Harry's name from the sand and fixed Rabastan with a piercing glare - as if to say 'well?'
-Rabastan seemed to be in doubt but shook his head. "Let me think on it Snape," he - said, "For one, I don't think I could leave my brother behind. If I disappeared, - Bella would surely kill him in her rage."
-More would have been said but Bella re-emerged from the trees, with Greyback on - her heels. Privately, Snape wondered if they had been doing more than letter-writing - in the thicket but quickly erased that vile thought from his mind.
-"Oh, Snape, isn't this delicious?" Bella said, "By tomorrow, I am sure we will - have Harry Potter in our grasp to suffer as much as you will. Surely, you're looking - forward to his company?"
-A deep noise crawled its way up Snape's throat. No words could be distinguished - but the threat was clear. Bella simply laughed.
-"Do you honestly think you scare me?" she said, "That you scare any of us? You are - a dead man, Snape. You just don't know it yet."
-She whistled once and a large barn owl swooped down, landing on a low-hanging - branch in Bellatrix' reach. It proudly extended its foot and she gleefully tied the - letter to it.
-"Bring this to Harry Potter," she ordered. The owl hooted once and flew up, its - strong, wide wings carrying it across the sky in a swift manner.
-"Don't worry, Sevvie!" Bellatrix said when the owl had disappeared from sight, "We - have not forgotten about you. In fact, we have cleared our busy schedule just to have - a bit of fun with you."
-Snape narrowed his eyes at the disturbing woman in front of him, his decorum not - faltering when she revealed a large knife.
-"Now, what fingers would you mind losing the least?"
-Harry had had a very confusing day, yesterday. He had known that Snape was out - buying potions ingredients with Professor Bell but neither of them had returned yet. - And sure, it had been a Saturday, so there wasn't really a reason for either of them - to be back on time but this was very uncharacteristic for Snape.
-What was even more confusing, was the message he had received on his cuff around - three in the morning. It had nearly disappeared by the time he was awake enough to - understand what was happening but he had still been able to make out the words.
-'Ignore the letter you will get this morning. Do not test me on - this.'
-The penmanship had obviously been Snape's even if it had been less neat than - usual. Perhaps a side-effect from writing a message in the middle of the night. Maybe - Snape had indulged in too much fire whiskey. Perhaps, he had sent Harry an - embarrassing message that he didn't want repeated.
-He hadn't even bothered writing anything back because he was too tired but now – - as he sat down at breakfast, noticing that Snape was still not here – he wrote him a - message.
-'Where are you? And where is Professor Bell?'
-Ten minutes later, he still hadn't gotten a reply so he just shrugged and dug into - his breakfast. There were croissants today.
-The answer to Professor Bell's whereabouts was answered at that moment. She barged - into the great hall, looking severely dishevelled as she hurriedly made her way to - the high table, not even regarding Harry with a passing glance.
-Harry watched her approach Dumbledore, whispering hurriedly with her head bowed - closer to his. Curious and slightly worried as he was, his attention was soon - disturbed when a large barn owl landed right next to his plate and extended his foot. - Glancing at the high table once more, Harry removed the attached letter and - absentmindedly shoved some bacon and eggs towards the owl. He opened the scroll and - gasped slightly when he saw that the message was written in blood.
-"Everything alright, Harry?" came the familiar drawl of a certain Slytherin - blonde. Ron and Hermione weren't down yet seeing how it was Sunday, but Draco never - skipped breakfast. "Wait, is that –"
-"I think so," Harry frowned, allowing his eyes to scan the parchment as his - expression grew darker.
-My dear Potty,
-I would like to cordially invite you to a party that I know you - can't wait to attend. Sevvie – for one – is simply dying to see you. Quite literally - in fact! I'm sure you wouldn't want to prolong his agony so I want you to come to - Hogsmeade as soon as you can. One of my party guests will be there to pick you up! If - you want to bring a plus one, you are welcome to. A girlfriend perhaps? The more, the - merrier! Just don't bring anyone over the age of twenty. We have enough of those - already, you see. If you do, my guest will be forced to leave prematurely and will - not come back until the next day.
-Since you will be dearly missed if you refuse to show up, we will - send you a present every day. We simply can't carry on without you, you know? Today, - you will have to be satisfied with the blood Sevvie has quite unwillingly provided to - write this letter with. Tomorrow, I think I might send you a finger.
-Don't run late! We might run out of body parts if you do.
-With much love,
-Bellatrix Lestrange.
-Might I kindly ask you lot to provide me with some reviews? It would be much - appreciated, you see. I'm anxious to see what you think and yes, I know. I'm evil for - this new cliffhanger. The next one won't end on one, I promise!
-Thank you all so much for your reviews! To answer a question many of you have - asked over the course of a week. Yes, I'm evil. I hope you like this next chapter - because I personally love it.
-Chapter 14
-Harry's eyes widened considerably at the sadistic message he received. His heart - clenched painfully and instinctively, his gaze shifted to the high table where he met - the headmaster's gaze. He quickly looked away, remembering Bellatrix' warning and - turned to Draco.
-"Harry," he said softly, "What are you going to do about this?"
-"I have to go, of course," Harry replied determinedly, "I'm not about to let those - cruel bastards hurt Snape anymore than they already have."
-Harry got up from his seat and made to leave when Draco grabbed his arm.
-"Would you stop and think?" he hissed, "Or is it not obvious enough that you're - walking right into a trap?"
-"Of course it is!" Harry shouted, "But what do you expect me to do about this? I - can't very well just sit here."
-"Typical Gryffindor," Draco spat. Harry pulled his arm free and tried to leave - again when Draco moved in front of him. "Look," he said, holding out his hand, "I - know you have to go. I understand! But I'm going with you."
-"Absolutely not," Harry responded, "As you said, this is clearly a trap and I'm - not putting anyone else in danger."
-"Is everything alright, Harry?" came Dumbledore's sudden voice. Harry looked up - and stopped himself from meeting Dumbledore's gaze just in time. He wasn't about to - allow Dumbledore a peak in his mind, especially when he was undoubtedly too emotional - to block him.
-"No," he said honestly, "Severus hasn't returned and now Professor Bell comes back - without him. What am I supposed to think?"
-"Severus seems to have been taken but we will sort this out," Dumbledore said, "I - will help him, this I promise."
-"How?" Harry asked. This time, his eyes sought Dumbledore's in desperation but he - didn't feel the tell-tale sign of a Legilimens in his mind. "You don't even know - where he is."
-"I will work something out," Dumbledore said, placing a comforting hand on Harry's - shoulder. Harry noticed that Draco was looking back and forth between Harry and - Dumbledore as if looking for a sign as to what to do or say but he didn't speak a - word.
-"Fine," Harry said. He turned around and walked away brusquely with Draco on his - tail, leaving a concerned Dumbledore in his wake.
-"Harry," Draco urged again, "We need a plan."
-"There is no 'we' Draco," Harry said sternly, "I'm going alone and there's nothing - you can do to stop me."
-"Oh, isn't there?" Draco said slyly, "I'm going with you and there's - nothing you can do to stop me."
-"Petrificus Totalus," Harry snarled, his wand raised in the blink of an eye. But - Draco was not bad himself. He had raised a shield just in time to protect himself and - the spell fell flat.
-"You imbecile," Draco growled, "Would you stop for just a few minutes to think - about what you're doing?"
-"And what happens to Severus in those minutes?" Harry asked as he kept walking, - "You've experienced the Cruciatus curse, you know what a few minutes of that feels - like."
-This time, Draco grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and whirled him around, forcing - the distraught Gryffindor to look at him.
-"You're only going to get yourself killed at this rate," Draco said in - exasperation, "Do you believe – even for a second – that they're going to let Severus - go the minute you show up?"
-"It's me they really want," Harry replied evenly.
-"Oh, don't flatter yourself," Draco spat, "You're the boy-who-lived, that's true. - But Snape is a traitor in their eyes. Not only that, but he was also a big part of - the Dark Lord's demise." He sighed without releasing Harry and glanced towards the - door they had just used to get out.
-"I think you should tell Dumbledore. He will probably know what to do."
-"If whoever is waiting for me sees Dumbledore, they will leave," Harry said, "I - don't want to be responsible for Severus losing any fingers. He'll never forgive me - for that."
-"He would forgive you anything!" Draco replied harshly, "Especially the things - that aren't your fault."
-Harry shrugged himself loose but didn't continue walking. His desperate and - forlorn expression now locked onto Draco's, seeking refuge in the calm and certain - expression Draco wore.
-"What do I do?" he asked, sounding very much lost.
-Draco smiled slightly and casually sat down on the front steps, patting the space - next to him for Harry to sit on.
-"Let's figure that out," Draco said. Harry obediently sat next to the blonde and - put his head in his hands, looking absolutely distressed.
-"First of all," Draco said, "Stop worrying so much. Yes, Bellatrix is batshit - crazy but Snape has been in these kinds of situations often enough. Not only does he - know how to get out of them, he is also perfectly capable of ignoring the pain."
-"I don't want him to have to, though," Harry frowned, "Those days are supposed to - be behind us. Why is it always us?"
-"It's not," Draco replied, "They went after a whole bunch of muggles first."
-Harry didn't know what to reply to that so he just nodded dejectedly.
-"Now. We know that Bellatrix is among the group. She's dangerous but predictable. - It's highly unlikely that she has some scheme going on that's multi-layered and - complicated. The problem is that she's probably not alone."
-"No," Harry agreed, "There's at least one more death eater among her group. That - guest she was speaking of."
-"Exactly," Draco said, "Not only that but if I believe the articles written about - the slaughter of those muggles – as it has been portrayed in many different - newspapers – I can honestly say that Greyback is probably among them as well."
-"How can you tell?" Harry asked.
-"Once you have seen the way Greyback works, you can recognize it immediately," - Draco responded darkly. "However, I very much doubt that even Bellatrix is stupid - enough to send Greyback out into Hogsmeade. The man has no self-control and would be - a liability. Chances are that if he – for example – saw Dumbledore emerge, that he - would sooner attack than retreat as Bellatrix promised they would do. Therefore, I - think it's safe to conclude that there's at least three of them.
-"That puts us at a disadvantage," Harry said.
-"I should say so," Draco agreed, "Especially since Snape has no doubt been - disarmed. That's why I think we should bring an extra wand for him to use just in - case we can manage to slip it to him."
-"Where are we going to find one?" Harry asked.
-"I'll swipe one from the firsties," Draco said dutifully.
-"As for Dumbledore," Draco then said, "Do we have any Polyjuice lying around here, - perchance."
-Harry was very much aware of the stock and inventory of both the school's potions - and those of Snape. At home, he might have some but here at Hogwarts he most - decidedly didn't. So he shook his head.
-"That's a shame," Draco said, "And we can't very well wait a month to brew some. - So I guess you're right and that we can't ask Dumbledore for help. Would you be open - to asking Professor Bell what happened, though? It would save us the time of asking - around."
-"I guess that's not a bad idea," Harry admitted, "We just can't tell her what - we're doing."
-"Maybe not yet," Draco agreed, "I would, however, advise you to let Dumbledore - know what we're doing before we actually meet up with this death eater, at least. - Maybe you can send a Patronus his way once we're ready to go? I know you can cast - that modification that allows for communication."
-"I can do that," Harry said, "It should give us enough time."
-"Okay, so that's settled then," Draco said, "I'm going to get myself an extra wand - and afterwards, we'll go talk to Bell."
-"Or I do that while you go get that wand," Harry offered, wanting to waste as - little time as possible.
-"I could recognize our opponents from her description if it's good enough," Draco - explained, "You could probably not."
-Harry growled under his breath, knowing that Draco was right.
-"Fine," he said, "But hurry up, okay?"
-Without another word, Draco darted across the hallway, heading to the dungeons. - For a moment, Harry considered going by himself, after all, leaving Draco safe at - Hogwarts but he knew that he needed the blonde's help. Especially if he wanted to get - both him and Snape out of there alive.
-Frustrated with his own lack of cunning, Harry crossed his arms and leaned against - the wall, waiting for Draco's speedy return. Before the Slytherin could, though, - Professor Bell exited the great hall and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw - Harry.
-"Harry!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Are you waiting for someone?"
-Harry uncrossed his arms and met Bell's worried gaze.
-"Yeah," he admitted, "I'm waiting for Draco."
-"Well, while I have you here, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am."
-"What for, Professor?"
-"For letting them – wait, do you even know what happened?"
-"No, I don't," Harry admitted, "I would appreciate it if you could tell me when - Draco gets here though. He's Professor Snape's godson and is also very worried about - him."
-"Of course," she said.
-They stood in awkward silence for about ten minutes, waiting for the Slytherin to - return. Harry noticed that Bell was injured. Nothing too bad but she sported a fairly - large bruise near her collarbone and she had a nasty cut above her right eye.
-"I'm back," Draco announced, drawing Harry out of his thoughts. "Oh, Professor," - he added.
-"Mr Malfoy," Bell greeted courteously, "I thought it would be fair of me to tell - you both what happened back in Hogsmeade."
-"That would be appreciated," Draco replied. Harry looked at her expectantly.
-"We were going to the apothecary, you see," she said, "To pick up some rare - ingredient but it soon became clear that Mr Pippin did not, in fact, have the jewel - but had lured Professor Snape into a trap."
-She swallowed thickly and frowned as she continued. "Anyone would recognise - Bellatrix Lestrange from the papers," she said softly, "As well as that foul - werewolf, Greyback. There were two others whom I didn't recognize. Greyback grabbed - me but I managed to escape him. I wanted to help. I really did! But Sev – Professor - Snape basically threw me out of the apothecary. By the time I was able to rush back - inside, they were gone."
-"It was not your fault, Professor," Harry said.
-Bell smiled at him wryly. "Thank you, Harry, but I can't help but feel somewhat - responsible. Perhaps if Severus hadn't taken the time to get me out of harm's way, he - would have been able to save himself."
-"Not from four death eaters," Harry said softly, "Not when they had planned for - this so obviously."
-Harry took a shuddering breath, clenching his fists tightly. He had shopped at Mr - Pippin's often and had always thought the man to be kind and respectful. How could he - have betrayed Snape like that?
-"Did Mr Pippin say why he did what he did?" Harry asked softly, anger obvious in - his voice.
-"His daughter was taken," Bell replied darkly, "He was promised her return after - tricking Snape but by the time I left, they still hadn't."
-"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned, "What is wrong with those people?"
-"Could you describe the two death eaters you didn't recognize?" Draco asked.
-"One was a tall, thickset man with very dark hair," Bell replied, "And the other - man was quite thin, the same dark hair as the other."
-"The Lestrange brothers," Draco hissed, "That makes sense, I guess. Rodolphus is - married to Bellatrix, after all."
-"What a fool," Harry spat.
-"Yeah well, they all are," Draco said. "Thanks for the information, - Professor."
-"I just know that professor Dumbledore will find him," Bell said encouragingly. - Harry thought she might even be believing her own words and he was not about to - disillusion her of that notion.
-"Yes," he replied, "He will."
-Bell nodded, glanced over Draco and Harry one last time and hurried back inside - the great hall, no doubt to talk with Dumbledore some more.
-"Get your invisibility cloak and we can be off," Draco said.
-"They are expecting me, you know," Harry replied flatly.
-"Not for you, you dunce," Draco spat, "For me. Whatever advantage we can get, we - should take, don't you think?"
-"You're right, of course," Harry said, "I'm sorry. I'm not thinking straight. I'm - just so –"
-"I'm worried as well," Draco interjected, "But we can do this. Get your cloak and - meet me outside the castle. Someone is bound to ask questions if I linger here."
-"Right," Harry nodded and went to retrieve his cloak.
-Amazingly enough, Ron had still been asleep. So all Harry had to do was not make - any noise and get his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. Luck must've been on his - side because the redhead merely turned around in his sleep, chewing on his pillow as - he mumbled something incoherently.
-Hermione had not been around either so Harry had quickly made his way back out of - the tower and down to the castle gates.
-When he met Draco's gaze, the two boys nodded to each other in understanding and - Harry handed over his cloak.
-"I think it's best that I wear it immediately," Draco said, "We can't know just - where our escort will be and from how far away they can see our approach. I'll keep a - hand on your shoulder at all times so I am apparated with you, even if it should - happen suddenly.
-"Sounds like a plan," Harry replied shortly. He was quite sick of talking already. - The thought of Snape in more pain with every precious second they were wasting, made - him physically ill. As soon as he felt Draco's hand on his shoulder, he started - walking. Neither of them said another word until they reached Hogsmeade.
-Before they entered the town, Harry dutifully cast his Patronus and told it to - tell Dumbledore that he and Draco were going to save Snape and to perhaps have some - medical attention at the ready in Hogsmeade.
-Harry heard Draco take a deep breath as if the boy was steeling himself for what - was to come. The hand on his shoulder was trembling slightly but Harry could not - blame the boy. He was pretty nervous himself.
-In a flash, Snape's warning to just ignore the letter flashed through Harry's mind - and he chuckled wryly to himself. Hopefully, they would both be able to get out of - there alive enough for Harry to take his punishment in stride.
-A slight shove from behind him urged Harry to keep on walking. The boy looked - around, half expecting to be jumped at any moment but saw no one.
-"Harry!" came a sudden jovial voice that Harry didn't recognize. He looked to his - right to see a thin man with dark hair approaching him with a big grin on his face. - Draco's hand tightened on his shoulder, warning Harry of the presence of the death - eater.
-"So good of you to come," the man said happily, "Follow me if you please."
-Harry didn't say a word but followed the man into a narrow alleyway that seemed to - be completely deserted.
-"You didn't bring a plus one?" the man asked and Harry thought he saw - disappointment in his eyes. Fewer people for him to torture and kill, he - supposed.
-"Well, I'm Rabastan and I will be your escort today." He elegantly extended his - arm towards Harry who took it without a doubt in his mind. The only thought that went - through his head was that it was rather odd for the death eater not to take away his - wand but he counted his blessings and just went with it.
-The feeling of being sucked through a narrow tube was one he would never be able - to get used to. He felt the hand on his shoulder grasp him very firmly and was very - relieved when his feet finally met with solid ground.
-The first thing he heard was the same maniacal cackle he had heard the night - Sirius was killed. It made him want to just walk up to the witch it originated from - and snap her neck just to shut her up.
-Instead, he stood calm and collected, awaiting what would happen next. Draco had - let go of Harry's shoulder and his presence had gone away. Wherever the boy had - skulked off to, Harry didn't know. But he trusted in Draco's abilities.
-"Hello, Potty!" Bellatrix greeted cheerfully, "So nice of you to join the party! I - was wondering if you would show up today."
-Harry glared at her darkly before allowing his gaze to roam across the area. Right - next to him stood Rabastan who had been kind enough to introduce himself. Bellatrix - stood about ten feet in front of him with Greyback to her right and Rodolphus to her - left. Near the edge of the clearing lay the body of a young girl. Harry could not - tell if she was alive or not. Probably not. On the other side of the clearing lay - Snape, slumped against a tree. His eyes were wide-open and spat fire in Harry's - direction. Worry overcame Harry when he noticed the pained way in which Snape carried - himself, the blood that was smeared across his skin and the fact that the man hadn't - uttered a word yet.
-"I can see that you missed him," Bellatrix teased when she caught Harry staring, - "Don't worry. He's still in one piece. Mostly."
-She laughed again and threw something in Harry's direction. It landed in front of - him and Harry clenched his jaw when he recognized it for what it was. A finger.
-"You're a monster," Harry said, "Just as much as Tom was."
-Bellatrix stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes at Harry.
-"You dare!" she screeched, "You dare refer to him by his father's name. He hated - that name."
-Harry shrugged. "He hated many things. By that standard, there isn't all that much - we can talk about anymore."
-Greyback frowned and for a second he looked over his shoulder as if inspecting - Snape. Harry panicked for a second, thinking he might have heard something but when - Bellatrix shrieked again, he returned his attention to her.
-"You won't be talking much at all anymore, Potty," Bellatrix spat, "But don't - worry. Soon you will see that godfather of yours again."
-"I will make you beg for your life," Harry growled, "Just like I made Tom beg for - his."
-"You LIE!" Bellatrix shrieked so loudly that both death eaters behind her took a - step back. "He would NEVER beg for mercy!"
-"Ah, but you weren't there now, were you?" Harry said cheekily, "No, he died all - alone. Surrounded by his enemies. We crushed him, you know. We crushed his body and - his spirit."
-"I don't believe you," Bellatrix cried, covering her ears with her hands and - stomping her feet as if she was throwing some kind of tantrum. "I DON'T BELIEVE - YOU!"
-Harry kept his eyes trained on Bellatrix but noticed it when Snape stiffened - nonetheless. Draco must've made it to him.
-Snape didn't know if he should be furious with Harry for falling for what could - only have been a trap without even thinking of bringing any back-up or saddened by - the fact that he was here and would now most likely suffer the same fate he had.
-He wanted to move. To manoeuvre himself to stand with his son if at all possible, - but even if his body would have been willing to cooperate, he was magically bound to - the tree he was sitting against. He couldn't even speak to Harry with the curse that - bound his lips together.
-He winced when Bellatrix started screaming at Harry. Greyback glanced over to him - for a second, as if to check if he was still there but where would they even suspect - him to go now? Snape allowed his gaze to wander, desperately searching for a way out. - If he could only access his wand but it had been snatched and stowed in Bellatrix - robes somewhere.
-Why was Harry egging that lunatic of a woman on? Now she was screaming at him at - the top of her lungs and the boy just stood there, looking as cocky as ever. He had - his wand in his hand. Rabastan didn't take it from him? Good. Perhaps he could count - on the man just yet.
-He stiffened when he felt another presence in his direct vicinity. Something - touched his hand but he couldn't see it. Despite his restraints, Snape smiled - lightly. Harry had brought someone. Sneakily, a wand was slipped into his - hand, which he hid away instantly. He performed a series of short wand movements, - trying to remain inconspicuous as he did, removing the bonds that bound him to the - tree.
-He glanced towards his adversaries, making sure that they hadn't noticed. When he - was satisfied that their attention was on Harry entirely, he focused on removing the - curse from his lips. It too fell to his expertise.
-Excellent. Things were suddenly moving at a much faster pace than he had - anticipated but he could work with this. His eyes searched Rabastan's and found them - immediately. It was as if the man was waiting for him. When their eyes met, Snape - flicked his gaze towards Rodolphus and glanced back at Rabastan, glaring fiercely. He - did this a couple of times before Rabastan nodded ever so slightly, only enough to be - noticed by someone looking for it.
-Harry seemed to have noticed that Snape was good to go. Or at least, as good to go - as he could possibly be a the moment. The boy raised his wand while Bellatrix was - still shrieking, her attention severely diverted and shouted.
-"Expelliarmus!"
-As distracted as Bellatrix was, that might have been effective had Greyback not - lunged forward at that exact moment, knocking Bellatrix off balance but also out of - the way.
-"You didn't take his wand?' Bellatrix screeched but her attention could not stay - on Rabastan too long for she was almost hit with a stunning hex from behind which she - only narrowly managed to dodge, partially because of Greyback's earlier interference. - Rodolphus was about to help Bellatrix out but Rabastan moved to the left of Harry so - he was in his brother's line of sight and struck him with a stunning hex that easily - hit its mark.
-Greyback might have been a wizard, but he was also a werewolf. And where Remus - always did his best to suppress the beast within, Greyback was clearly more the type - to embrace it. Which is why – rather than brandishing his wand – he had leapt forward - and nearly grabbed Harry by the throat. The boy was fast enough to evade the man's - grabby hands and dodged to the side.
-He cast a nonverbal stunning hex in the werewolf's direction. Greyback twisted his - body slightly, causing the hex to fly right by his shoulder. He growled and lunged - forward again but Harry cast a shield charm which Greyback slammed into harshly. - Enraged, he shouted all sorts of profanities while Harry took some more steps - backwards to increase the distance between him and his opponent. If he would happen - to end up in close combat with this man, it would all be over within seconds.
-Meanwhile, Bellatrix was doing her best to dodge hexes that seemingly appeared out - of nowhere. She tried to give as good as she got but only managed to blast the trees - in the distance, missing whatever target was hiding from her. Snape had carefully - righted himself, still leaning against that tree and aimed his wand, trying to keep - his hands steady but not quite succeeding.
-"Sectumsempra," he roared and a cutting curse – that seemed to come as a complete - surprise – severed the index finger of Bellatrix' left hand as well as a portion of - her middle finger. She screeched in either pain or range when she aimed her wand at - Snape.
-"Time for you to DIE!" she screamed, aiming her wand at Snape's chest but before - she could utter her next spell, she was forced to dodge another curse that was thrown - her way out of nowhere.
-"Coward!" she yelled, "Show yourself before I slaughter you for your - impudence!"
-Harry tried as best he could to ignore Bellatrix screeching. The enemy he was - facing was not to be trifled with. He wasn't sure what exactly had caused Rabastan to - curse his own brother and withdraw from the fight, but he was very thankful for the - apparent change in allegiances. By now, Greyback had drawn his wand and was firing - blasting curse after blasting curse Harry's way. While not refined, there was a large - amount of force behind each spell and it was all Harry could do to keep himself from - falling to the ground, even when erecting a proper shield.
-When Greyback cast the killing curse, Harry dove aside, seeking shelter behind a - nearby tree. He wouldn't let the werewolf advance on him though, so he took a chance - and cast a nonverbal 'Incendio' in his way.
-Greyback was taken by surprise and hissed painfully when his arm was set ablaze - but he cast a quick Aguamenti and doused the flames. Soon after, another blasting - curse was thrown Harry's way and he made the wise decision to leap forward because - the tree he was seeking shelter behind was ripped to shreds.
-"Impetus Tempestatis!" Bellatrix screeched. She lifted her wand above her head and - made large, exaggerated circles in the air. A forceful wind appeared and picked up - speed, swaying the trees dangerously and causing all sorts of loose branches and - debris to take flight. Unfortunately, so did Harry's invisibility cloak, revealing - Draco beneath it.
-"You!" Bellatrix yelled, beside herself with rage. "Another traitor joined the - party!"
-Draco ignored her and tried getting her with another stunning hex but was too - slow. Bellatrix retaliated but was met with Draco's shield.
-Harry dodged curse after curse, firing back whatever he could. Many of his spells - hit their target, wounding Greyback severely but the man didn't seem at all fazed by - his injuries. They only seemed to enrage him more. No words or intelligent taunts - came from him. There was only the snarling of a mad beast. With all this dodging, - Harry was coming dangerously close to the area where Draco and Snape were fighting. - And Snape did not look as if he would be able to fend off a raging werewolf as well - as a maddened Bellatrix.
-"Stricta!" Harry bellowed, aiming true. Greyback suddenly halted his progress, his - body engulfed by a large black sphere that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. - Harry knew it would only be temporary though. Satisfied that his distraction would - probably last long enough, Harry focused on the tall oak tree behind him.
-"Vivet Arbor," he chanted, placing his wand against the trunk of the tree in a - horizontal fashion. Greyback was pounding against the black sphere that surrounded - him, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as he raged. He had become so feral - that he was injuring himself as he tried to claw his way out of his prison. Harry - tried not to allow the werewolf to break his concentration. He focused as hard as he - could, chanting the spell over and over again until he heard a snap, followed by the - thunderous footsteps of the furious death eater, ready to tear him to pieces.
-Harry removed his wand and prepared to raise a shield, painfully aware that he - would be too late when the werewolf was once again stopped in mid-air. Thick branches - curled around Greyback's limbs as they raised the man into the air. For the first - time since the start of the battle, Harry could detect fear on Greyback's face. Good. - This fear must have been what all the muggles had felt when he tore them to - shreds.
-Harry looked on without remorse as the tree tightened its grip and pulled - strongly. Harry could hear the snapping of tendons, the breaking of bones and the - tearing of flesh. With one gruesome yank, the tree had effectively torn off - Greyback's right arm. Blood streamed freely as the werewolf howled in pain. But Harry - was not yet finished. The tree retained its hold on Greyback's legs and pulled - harshly in opposite directions. It was not soon after that the right leg gave way - with an audible pop of the thighbone that was removed from its socket. This limb too - was carelessly tossed aside. More blood erupted from the werewolf's body and Harry - knew that he would not live long. The tree froze again with the death eater still in - its grasp as he slowly bled out. Harry walked away, refocusing his attention on - Bellatrix.
-All three parties involved in the fight were injured and Harry noticed that Snape - could barely stand. A whirlwind swirled around Bellatrix, effectively shielding her - from most attacks but preventing her from doing any further damage herself.
-"Give it up, Bellatrix," Harry yelled in an attempt to raise his voice above the - sound of the harsh winds. "Your werewolf is dead. Your lackies have abandoned you., - You're all alone."
-"NO!" she screeched, "I will never be alone! I have HIM!"
-"He is dead!" Harry responded, "There is only one more option for you and that is - Azkaban."
-Bellatrix laughed uncontrollably, the strong winds only picking up in speed.
-"I will never go to Azkaban, boy!" she cried out, "But you will find - yourself dead! And so will those traitors behind you!"
-Snape slumped somewhat against the tree and Bellatrix seemed to see this as her - chance. With a flick of her wand, she stopped the whirlwind, debris flying in every - which way due to the momentum it had.
-"Frango!" Bellatrix cried, aiming her wand in Snape's direction but Harry was - faster. He leapt to the right so he was closer to his father and cast a nonverbal - Protego. The spell rebounded on Bellatrix who shrieked and narrowly dodged. A crack - seemed to appear in her wand.
-"Secare!" Came the next hex. Harry blocked it easily while he approached the witch - in front of him. Bellatrix seemed to have lost her mind entirely and the spells she - cast were as unhinged and unfocused as she was.
-"Bombos," she cried and Harry reflected it again, taking more steps in her - direction, glowing with a confidence he didn't know he had. More of the wand's wood - splintered in Bellatrix' hand.
-"Give it up," Harry said coldly. "You lost."
-"Avada Kedavra!"
-At point-blank range, it was impossible for Harry to dodge the killing curse. His - eyes widened when he realized that his life was over. Somewhere to his right, he - could hear Draco scream and suddenly his vision was filled with nothing but green - light.
-When the light faded, the lifeless body of Bellatrix Lestrange lay in an inelegant - heap before him, her wand broken in half.
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-Chapter 15
-Harry stood there in a daze, still reeling from the knowledge that he had come - very close to death once more. His eyes were fixed on the limp form of Bellatrix, - searching for a sign of life. When he found none, he released a breath he didn't - realize he was holding.
-"Is she –" came Draco's doubtful voice.
-"As a doornail," Harry replied softly. He felt sick to his stomach. With a sudden - flood of realisation, he turned around to face his mentor. Snape was breathing - heavily, holding himself upright against the tree he had been bound to before. He was - deathly pale and Harry knew that they needed to get back to Hogsmeade now.
-"Do you know how to apparate?" he asked Draco.
-Draco frowned. "I do," he replied, "But I've never tried side-along apparition. I - think I could take one person with me but that's it."
-"I believe I could be of assistance," noted a voice.
-Harry swirled around so fast he thought he might've given himself a whiplash. His - wand was still drawn and he trained it on Rabastan Lestrange. The death eater simply - raised his hands in surrender, smiling kindly.
-"Come now, Mr Potter," he said, "I think there's been enough death for one day, - don't you?"
-Harry said nothing. He stared at the man who was standing next to the stunned form - of his brother and remembered that he had contributed nothing to the fight.
-"What's your angle?" Harry spat.
-"I made a deal with dear old Severus," Rabastan said. "Go ahead and ask him. Why - do you think I allowed you to hold on to your wand? And why do you think I took out - my brother?"
-Harry glanced at Snape, not sure if he would be able to get a valid response out - of the man but their eyes met and Snape nodded.
-Harry still didn't trust the man. He was a death eater after all. But he realized - that he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. If Snape didn't get medical - attention soon, he might still die.
-"You take Severus," Harry told Draco. If anything went wrong, at least Snape would - make it to Hogsmeade.
-"Harry –" Draco said but Harry held out his hand to stop him.
-"We have no time to discuss this," he said, "Go now. We'll be right behind - you."
-"Out of the – urgh – question," Snape protested but Harry simply looked at him - with fierce determination.
-"This time, you have no say in the matter," he said and nodded to Draco to signify - that they should leave. The blonde did not fight him anymore, grabbed Snape's arm and - with a loud bang, he disappeared.
-Harry summoned his invisibility cloak to him as well as Snape's wand that was - hidden in the folds of Bellatrix' robes. After a moment's consideration, he summoned - Severus' severed finger as well.
-"We're taking the girl with us as well," Harry said coldly.
-Rabastan glanced at the lifeless body of their victim and frowned. "I honestly - don't see the point but whatever you say, champ."
-Harry lifted the girl into his arms and went to stand next to Rabastan who was - kneeling next to his brother.
-"If this is a trap," Harry growled, "You can be sure that your fate will be worse - than that of your werewolf friend."
-"A bit dark but duly noted," Rabastan replied much too cheerily in Harry's - opinion. "Well, grab hold, I would say," the man added.
-Harry grabbed Rabastan's shoulder tightly while he struggled to keep the girl - balanced properly in his arms. Rabastan took hold of his brother's arm and apparated - out of the clearing.
-When Harry popped back into existence, he was slightly overwhelmed by the crowd - surrounding him as well as the noise that emanated from it. They were surrounded by - Aurors who were – in turn - surrounded by curious civilians. Dumbledore stood - somewhere to the side and had looked at Harry intently when he came back. He smiled - at him before turning back to whatever he was doing. Harry couldn't tell because of - the crowd surrounding him but since he didn't see Snape anywhere, he presumed that - Dumbledore was tending to him.
-Rabastan raised his hands in the air, surrendering himself and his brother.
-"Gently, fellows," he said, "I did help your golden boy, after all."
-Harry sneered and wanted to say something when someone broke through the crowd, - hurrying towards Harry.
-"Suzie!"
-It was Mr Pippin. When he saw the still body in Harry's arm, he released a - strangled cry and sank to the floor. Harry kneeled next to him and handed the man his - daughter.
-"She's still alive," he said softly. But that was all he could say. Frankly, he - didn't expect the girl to ever recover from this state if Neville's parents were - anything to go by.
-The Aurors took Rabastan into custody and awoke Rodolphus before doing the same to - him. The befuddled death eater was completely confused and glared wildly at the - surrounding crowd but when he looked at Rabastan, his brother merely shook his head - in resignation.
-"It's over," he said solemnly.
-"Thank Merlin," Rodolphus replied.
-Harry made his way through the bodies that surrounded him. Some people parted - immediately for him while others seemed to insist on checking him over to see if he - was alright. But all he wanted to do right now was reach Snape and make sure that he - would be alright.
-Finally, he broke through the crowd and reached Dumbledore who was now kneeling - next to Snape. Draco stood there, looking decidedly lost. Pomfrey, as well as some - Aurors that had received medical training, were tending to him fervently.
-"Excuse me," Harry interrupted, feeling quite silly for what he was about to do. - When one of the Aurors looked up, he produced the finger out of his pocket and handed - it over. "I managed to take this with me."
-"Oh Harry, there you are," Pomfrey said when she recognised his voice. She glanced - towards the finger in Harry's hand and frowned. "I'm sorry but I fear that it's far - too late for that."
-"Oh," Harry said, dropping his hand. "How is he?"
-"We've managed to stabilize him for now," Pomfrey answered, "But he will need time - to recover. I would send him to St. Mungo's –"
-"He would hate that," Harry interrupted.
-"Yes, well, quite frankly I think it's rather ridiculous to agree with the - patient's wishes in a case such as this but the headmaster –" she inclined her head - towards Dumbledore sharply, "- seems to agree with your sentiment and has made it - clear that Severus is to stay at Hogwarts."
-"He will be safer here, Poppy," Dumbledore said, "There are still more death - eaters out there. I can't be sure if they too would seek revenge but if they do, St. - Mungo's is the first place they would check."
-Harry kneeled next to Snape where he still found some room to do so and took hold - of his hand. Snape's eyes remained closed and he was completely unresponsive. Harry - hated seeing him like that. He felt the unmistakable sting of tears trying to force - their way out but he refused to allow them to fall. He squeezed Snape's hand a bit - tighter and inhaled deeply.
-"Please be alright," he said softly. "Please, dad." In an attempt for comfort, he - placed Snape's hand against his own cheek, holding it steady, finding at least some - smidgen of hope in the warmth of his palm.
-"Please move aside for us dear," an Auror told him. Begrudgingly, Harry let go of - Snape and got back up, not even noticing it when Dumbledore put a hand on his - shoulder.
-"I'm so sorry, my dear boy," Dumbledore suddenly said, "I neglected to ask. Are - you hurt in any way?"
-"Just some scrapes and bruises," Harry mumbled, "Nothing life-threatening."
-"Only because you're so damn lucky," Draco growled.
-"What?" Harry asked.
-"You know what. If Bellatrix' wand had been just a fraction less broken - or if she had cast that spell sooner, you would be dead now."
-"But I'm not," Harry countered.
-"How do you keep finding yourself in these types of situations," Draco sighed, - "Can't you ever have a normal year?"
-Harry groaned. "Draco, I assure you that Severus will make sure to lecture and - punish me properly once he feels up to it. Besides, you came along as well."
-"Only because there was no stopping you," Draco countered.
-"Let's take him to the castle," Harry heard Pomfrey say. She levitated Snape into - the air and started walking, accompanied by three Aurors as she went. Harry was about - to go after them when he Dumbledore's hand squeeze his shoulder. He sighed, not - really wanting to speak with Dumbledore right now.
-"Harry," he said sadly, "Why didn't you leave this up to me?"
-"There was no time," Harry replied evenly, "You would have taken too long and - Severus would have lost more than a finger."
-"Perhaps if you had informed me of your plan, I could have helped you."
-"Or they would have spotted you – or whomever you would send along for help – and - apparated away, just like they said they would."
-"You can't know that," Dumbledore said kindly.
-"With all due respect, sir, neither can you," Harry replied, finally glancing up - to look into Dumbledore's eyes. There was no sparkle and the wizard look every bit - his age at the moment.
-"No," Dumbledore agreed, "But if I might be less than humble for a moment, I do - have quite a few more years of experience than you. I know which risks I can take and - which I can't."
-"I don't think I would've agreed with your choices," Harry said quietly, "I just - didn't want Severus to suffer."
-"As noble as that might be, you put yourself in harm's way. Do you think Severus - would have agreed to that?"
-"No," Harry said, "But why is it his choice? Especially when he was - incapable of making any decision at that point. I know he would rather have died than - allow me to come but I would never have been able to live with myself if he did."
-Dumbledore sighed deeply. "My boy, will I ever be able to convince you to leave - these sorts of things up to the adults in your life?"
-"I'm legally an adult myself, now," Harry retorted.
-"And a fine one you have become indeed," Dumbledore said. "Your parents would have - been proud of you and even though Severus will no doubt be very upset with you, I - know that he too is proud of who you have become."
-"I'll keep that in mind when I'm scrubbing cauldrons," Harry said glumly.
-"And Draco," Dumbledore said as he put a hand on the Slytherin's shoulder. "Your - courage today was worthy of that of a Gryffindor." Dumbledore chuckled when Draco's - face turned sour.
-"Oh come now," he said kindly, "That's a compliment."
-"Honestly sir," Draco said, "I was hiding under Harry's cloak most of the time. - There was no courage in that."
-Dumbledore looked at him fondly. "The way I see it, much of someone's real - character lies in what they won't admit about themselves."
-"He's right," Harry said, "Thank you for coming with me. I couldn't have done this - without you."
-"Don't get all mushy, Potter," Draco growled, "Before you start blubbering."
-Harry rolled his eyes. "Have it your way Malfoy. I thought you would appreciate - having a Gryffindor indebted to you."
-Dumbledore laughed and Harry was pleased to see the twinkle back in his eyes. Even - in his darkest moments, it was never that far away.
-"What say you we go and visit Severus now," Dumbledore said.
-"Don't we need to explain what happened to the Aurors?" Harry asked.
-"Draco already gave them a brief account of the events," Dumbledore explained, "If - they require any more information than that, they will simply have to wait. For now, - all of us need to recover from today's events."
-It took a while before Snape even woke up. Harry had stopped brewing all together, - only going to the dungeons to visit Hedwig and make sure that she had access to fresh - food and water. He skipped his classes but dutifully did his homework when Hermione - brought it to him. He simply did so while sitting at Snape's bedside.
-Harry spoke to Snape often, knowing full well that the man could probably not even - hear him. He would've held his hand but refrained from doing so. His hands needed to - heal. Out of the nine fingers Snape had left, all of the fingernails had been ripped - out so they would be sensitive to any sort of touch. The finger Snape had lost was - thankfully just his pinkie finger. Snape would be peeved but he would get over - it.
-Many of his bones had been broken which explained why Snape had manoeuvred so very - little during the battle. It had honestly been a miracle that he had been able to - raise his wand at all. Since Bellatrix was quite fond of the cutting curse, it was no - wonder that Snape's body was littered with lacerations all over. It had taken Pomfrey - hours to tend to all of them. Even his lips had been severely damaged and if that was - not enough, he had been dehydrated as well.
-The fourth day after the incident, Harry was scribbling away as he focused on his - potions essay for Professor Slughorn when he was startled by a gruff voice.
-"Shouldn't you be in class?"
-Harry dropped his quill and immediately pulled his chair closer to Snape's side, - relief evident on his face. "You're awake!" He exclaimed.
-"Your skills of observation are as keen as ever," Snape said icily, "Now what are - you doing here?"
-"Why don't you use your observation skills to figure that out?" Harry - replied, "Surely, the answer is not that difficult to deduce."
-"Don't argue with me. I –"
-"Hold that thought," Harry said before getting up and rushing into Pomfrey's - office to inform her of Snape's revival. He came back a few minutes later, the - mediwitch close behind him.
-"I'm glad to see you re-joined the living, Severus," she said, "How are you - feeling?"
-"I've been better," Snape replied.
-Pomfrey rolled her eyes and ran a diagnostic. "You're very lucky that Harry and - Draco acted when they did," she said, "Not that I condone their rash behaviour in the - slightest, mind you but their interference probably prevented a lot of lasting - damage."
-Harry did not miss the malicious glare Snape sent his way which he responded to - with a cheeky smile.
-"How much longer must I stay here?" Snape asked gruffly.
-"I would say at least another week," Pomfrey told him.
-"That's absurd," Snape growled, "Who is going to teach defence?"
-"I'm sure your students can manage without you for a while," Pomfrey said, "It's - not like a half-dead teacher would do them any good."
-Snape attempted to sit up but Pomfrey placed a hand on his chest and shoved him - back down.
-"If you manage to lie still as much as possible, you might be able to heal up - enough to get out of bed within five days. But if you act like a certain someone else - I know –" her gaze shifted to Harry momentarily who protested with a loud 'Hey!' "- I - will be forced to keep you longer."
-"Understood," Snape sighed. He raised his left hand and grimaced slightly when he - counted only four fingers.
-"I'm sorry, Severus," Harry said, "I brought your finger back with me but it was - too late."
-"I could have guessed as much," Snape mumbled, "You shouldn't have wasted any time - on it."
-"A normal person would say thank you," Pomfrey chided.
-"Quite frankly, Poppy. This sort of thing doesn't happen to normal people," Snape - replied easily.
-Harry snorted and shook his head. He was happy that Snape was back to his snarky - self already. Even if he wasn't quite healed yet, it made Harry feel a lot more - relaxed.
-Pomfrey handed Snape five different vials. "Drink these," she said, "And don't - give me that look. You brewed these yourself. You know very well what they're - for."
-"I'm quite sure I didn't say anything," Snape said.
-"Drink the potions," Pomfrey repeated. "And Mr Potter, I believe it's time for you - to leave. This isn't your common room and I don't want you getting too - comfortable."
-"But Severus just woke up!" Harry complained, "Can't I have a few minutes with - him?"
-Pomfrey sighed. "Fine," she conceded easily, "But make it short."
-"Oh sure," Snape growled, "Him, you placate." Pomfrey chuckled and walked - away.
-"The perks of being the boy-who-lived-twice," Harry joked before he realized what - he said.
-Snape glared at him. "Indeed," he growled.
-"Oh, don't be so grumpy," Harry chided lightly, "Everything turned out alright in - the end."
-Snape stared at Harry, unnerving him tremendously. His jaw was clenched and so - were his fists, which must have undoubtedly been hurting him.
-"Severus, stop," Harry said, grabbing one of his hands and unfurling his fingers. - Snape yanked his hand back from him and looked the other way.
-"Would you stop?!" Harry said loudly, his own frustration bubbling to the surface, - "I sat by your bedside for four days, waiting for you to wake up and this is how you - behave when you finally do? I did nothing to deserve this treatment!"
-"I told you not to come," Snape said quietly.
-"What?"
-Snape suddenly sat up straight and made to grab Harry by the collar of his shirt - but Harry stepped back. "I told you to ignore that letter," Snape snarled, "There is - no way that even you could have misinterpreted my message like that. I didn't want - you there!"
-"Well, not everything is up to you, is it?" Harry growled, "And I'm of age. I can - make my own decisions."
-Snape snorted. "Of age," he spat, "Only barely and you still make all the wrong - decisions."
-"Well, what would you have done?" Harry retorted, "The roles could have easily - been reversed. Are you telling me that you would have left me there to rot? That you - would have calmly waited for Dumbledore to come find me."
-"The difference is that I know what I'm doing," Snape said, "I had a plan."
-"Well isn't that just fantastic?" Harry spat, "Plan or not you do realize that you - were practically half-dead when we got there, right? There's no way you would have - survived much longer."
-"I would rather have died than put you into harm's way."
-"Hypocrite!" Harry shouted, "If I say the exact same thing, I'm a dunderhead that - doesn't act his age but when you say it I should just accept it? No, don't - you dare. Just shut up! You are my father and I will never – do you hear me – NEVER - abandon you when you're in need. And I don't bloody care that you don't want - me to. You can just suck it up and deal with it."
-"What is going on here?" Pomfrey suddenly shouted, "Mr Potter, when you asked to - stay here I didn't expect you to start screaming at the top of your lungs. Severus - needs his rest."
-"Fine!" Harry said harshly, "I'm not wanted here anyway." He gathered his books - together in a messy pile and shoved them unceremoniously into his bag.
-"Don't you dare walk out on me," Snape said.
-"Try and stop me," Harry snarled. He flung his bag over his shoulder and stomped - out of the infirmary leaving a very angry Snape behind.
-Harry stomped off to the potions lab and threw his books into a corner. He knew - Snape was going to be angry at him but he was still so infuriating at times.
-"Argh!" Harry exclaimed loudly. Hedwig ruffled her feathers in dismay at her - master's tantrum but stayed on her perch.
-"Can you believe him?" Harry asked Hedwig. "He doesn't even see it! He doesn't - understand that he always acts exactly the same but does he ever get reprimanded for - it? No, because when Professor Snape does something, he has some bloody fantastic - reason for it that negates any argument that he uses against me."
-Hedwig tilted her head to the side as if to indicate that she was listening.
-"I know that he means well," Harry told her, "But I do too and he doesn't seem to - realize it. How could he possibly expect me to just sit there and do nothing? - Sometimes I think that he doesn't know me at all."
-Hedwig hooted softly. Harry chuckled. "You're right," he told her, "It's not - exactly fair of me to shout at an injured man who can't even follow me. The stairs - into the dungeon would probably be too much for him."
-Hedwig spread her wings and flapped a few times.
-"I'm not going to apologize," Harry told his owl, frowning as if she just asked - him to rehouse himself into Hufflepuff. "I don't regret what I did. I would do it - again in a heartbeat. I just wish I could've gotten there sooner. He must've been in - so much pain."
-Hedwig flew over and nipped gently at Harry's finger.
-Harry groaned. "Yes, the man has just been tortured," Harry agreed, "So maybe it - wasn't entirely fair of me to be upset with him for losing his temper. The last thing - I want to do is cause him even more pain."
-Hedwig started grooming Harry's hair.
-"That's just pointless, Hedwig," he told her, "You should know that by now."
-When she yanked hard at a particularly knotty strand, Harry yelped and stood up - straight.
-"Fine!" he told her, "I'll go apologise. There's no need to bully me into it."
-Hedwig hooted a few times and flew back to her perch, burying her head underneath - her wing.
-"Now?" Harry said doubtfully. He sighed. "I suppose you're right." He stroked the - feathers on her chest lightly before heading back out. "Thanks, Hedwig. You always - know just what to say."
-Trying to channel his inner Slytherin, Harry glanced into he infirmary, checking - if he could see Pomfrey anywhere. When he couldn't spot her, he silently crept - inside, glancing towards the bed Snape had been in. The curtains were drawn so he - could not see him.
-Harry took off his shoes in an attempt to be quieter and snuck further into the - room, skulking towards the only occupied bed with large yet careful strides. So far - so good. When he finally reached the edge of the curtains surrounding Snape, he was - about to open them when a quiet voice startled him.
-"You look rather ridiculous when you try to sneak around, you know?" Snape - said.
-Flushing instantly, Harry drew back the curtain, hurried inside and closed it - again.
-"How did you see me?" he whispered.
-"You can see the outline of anyone coming in," Snape replied, "How have you been - in here so many times already without noticing that?"
-"I just don't pay attention to those sort of things," Harry shrugged.
-"Clearly," Snape said. Harry was relieved by the lack of malice in Snape's voice. - Apparently, they had both calmed down.
-"Hedwig told me to come talk to you," Harry said matter-of-factly.
-"Oh," Snape replied, "I wasn't aware that you sustained a brain injury."
-"I'm sorry for making you worry," Harry continued, "But I hope that you understand - that I was worried too."
-"I'm sorry, Harry," Snape said, "I was careless. I shouldn't have been - caught."
-"That's beside the point," Harry said, "And not at all your fault, by the way, but - I need you to understand that I would do it all again."
-"Why?" Snape said.
-"Sometimes, you're a right dunderhead yourself," Harry said in exasperation. "Why - do you think? You are my father. I care about you! More so than I care about - myself."
-"I don't like hearing that, Harry," Snape sighed.
-"It's not like that," Harry replied urgently, "You know what I mean. You are my - family and I couldn't stand losing you."
-"I understand," Snape replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I should've - realized that there was no way for you to let me be."
-"Not a chance," Harry grinned, "It's a good thing that I'm such a wicked - dueller."
-"A very good thing, indeed," Snape agreed. "For the both of us. Thank you, Harry. - For caring so much."
-Harry leaned forward and embraced Snape tenderly, trying not to aggravate his - injuries too much.
-"I love you, dad."
-Harry sighed contentedly when he felt strong arms embrace him back.
-"I love you too, son."
-I'll probably not update until Monday since weekends seem to make for slow - traffic. Please do review and tell me what you thought!
-Thank you all for your reviews! Wow, those last three chapters really seemed - liked. I hope I can keep this up. Rest assured, this story is far from over. There is - still so much more to come! And I hope you'll keep enjoying it as we move - along.
-Chapter 16
-Since Snape had awoken, he hadn't allowed Harry to skip any of his classes anymore - deeming his education far more important than entertaining Snape. So Harry had - begrudgingly gone to his classes before he was finally able to rush back into the - medical wing, still carrying his books as he hadn't even dropped those off yet.
-When he entered he found a most uncomfortable looking Snape surrounded by cards - and sweets. At the moment, he was glaring menacingly at a large green card with a - snake on the front.
-"From your admirers?" Harry asked.
-Snape huffed. "This one came from the entire student body of Slytherin," he said, - holding the card out for Harry to take. "I could have expected that much, but where - the rest have come from, I couldn't tell you."
-"You could try reading them," Harry offered. He plopped down on Snape's bed and - grabbed one of the chocolate frogs that littered his bedside table. "Wow, Slytherins - sure have neat handwriting," he added as he checked the Slytherin card.
-"Since very few Slytherins are muggle-born, they have all learned how to –"
-"Oh look!" Harry interrupted giddily, "This one says she wishes her dad was as - strong and brave as you are."
-"A sentiment ill-befitting of a Slytherin," Snape growled, "I will have to teach - her some proper decorum once I get out of here."
-Harry placed the card on Snape's table and grabbed another one.
-"Since you're not going to read them, can I?"
-"Be my guest," Snape said, "But if you dare repeat any of the profanities you will - surely see, I will be sticking your tongue to the roof of your mouth."
-"You are being paranoid," Harry sighed.
-"Here, look at this one," A wide grin formed on Harry's face.
-We hope that you will soon get better
- My mum will prob' knit you a sweater
- Miss you in defence
- Against all common sense
- As for Harry, I was no abettor!
- "It's from Ron, if you hadn't noticed," Harry said, "Way to throw me under the bus at
- the end. Honestly."
Snape shook his head incredulously. "I cannot understand why he would even - bother."
-"I think he's finally able to look past your rough exterior," Harry said, "Just - like I have."
-"How dreadful," Snape groaned, "Soon, I will have Gryffindor children of all kinds - littering my private quarters with their presence just because they assume I'm - secretly somewhat… approachable."
-"McGonagall wishes you well," Harry said as he grabbed the next card. A fierce - lion prowled the front. "And she tells you to listen to Pomfrey."
-"She would say that, wouldn't she?" Snape growled, "Sometimes she seems to forget - that I am no longer her student."
-"Slughorn offers to brew you some dreamless sleep," Harry said as he picked up the - next card, "He seems to think you'll be having nightmares."
-"If I need Dreamless sleep, I'll brew it myself," Snape scoffed, "Or I'll have - you do it."
-"He's just trying to be nice," Harry chuckled, throwing the card at Snape. "I know - that's a language you don't really understand but a no, thank you will suffice."
-Snape grabbed one of the chocolate frogs and frowned at it for a while.
-"They're not poisoned," Harry said, "I just ate one myself."
-"It could be a slow poison," Snape replied, "For all you know, you could drop dead - in the next hour."
-"Or in the next week," Harry added, "I suppose we'll never truly know."
-Snape unpacked the frog and bit its head off, carelessly picking up the included - card. He was about to hand it to Harry when he froze the movement midway and - scrutinized the card with wide eyes.
-"What is it?" Harry asked, shuffling closer. When he got a closer look at the - card, he burst out laughing.
-There was a picture of Snape there while he was stirring in one of his cauldrons. - The concoction inside was a hot pink that Harry didn't think any potion in existence - was coloured as. Harry had no idea when this particular picture had been taken and - wondered how Snape hadn't even noticed. His name was carefully written in blocky - letters under the picture.
-'While a Master in Potions he is also a master of the heart. His speciality is - in love potions which he gladly distributes among his grateful students. Rumour has - it that he stalks the corridors during St. Valentine's day, making sure that any - lonely student he encounters has a chance of finding their one true love.'
-"What is this foul nonsense?" Snape spat in horror. "When did this happen? Who - made this?"
-"I've never seen it before," Harry laughed, "And Ron hasn't either or I would have - known."
-"I will not stand for this," Snape growled, "Someone is going to pay dearly."
-"Pay dearly for what?" Draco asked as he entered the infirmary. "What did Harry do - this time?"
-"Hey!" Harry responded, "For once, I had nothing to do with this." He took the - card out of Snape's hands before he could react and gave it to Draco. The Slytherin - read the text carefully, trying his best not to laugh.
-He coughed carefully. "Well," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral, "I don't - know who is behind this but I am keeping this card for my collection."
-"Oh, I don't think so," Harry said, taking out his wand. "That card is mine!"
-"Willing to fight me for it, Potter?" Draco said, grinning madly.
-"You don't honestly think you stand a chance, do you, Malfoy?" Harry replied - smartly.
-"Enough," growled Snape, "While watching you two hex each other into oblivion - might be entertaining for a short while, that card will not remain in either of yours - possession."
-"Where there is one, there is more," Harry said easily. "Unless you plan to ban - chocolate frogs altogether."
-"I have half a mind to do just that," Snape spat.
-"Oh, it's already quite crowded in here," came, a female voice from the doorway. - Harry swivelled to see Professor Bell standing there.
-"Hi, Professor," he greeted, "There's plenty of room. Why don't you join us?"
-She did come closer, wearing a concerned expression. "How are you feeling, - Severus?" she asked.
-"Just fantastic," Snape snarled sardonically, "I can't even almost die in peace - anymore."
-"You do seem to be surrounded by children a lot nowadays," Maya agreed, "Even when - you're not teaching. You really must be a master of the heart." She smiled broadly as - she produced another Snape card from her pocket. "Have you seen these? They are brand - new."
-Both Harry and Draco burst into laughter but Snape scowled fiercely.
-"Oh don't look so upset, Severus," Maya said sweetly, "It's really quite a nice - picture, at least."
-"I don't even remember anyone taking a picture of me in the lab," Snape said - solemnly.
-"When you make a potion, you tend to be very focused," Maya said, "In fact, you - were so focused that you didn't even notice me hiding behind your desk and snapping - that shot."
-There was a moment of silence in which the History teacher coyly tilted her head - to the side, smiling broadly with her hands clasped behind her back. Draco and Harry - stared at her incredulously.
-"You did this?" Snape asked icily, "You would besmirch my name –"
-"Don't be silly, Severus," Maya interrupted him, "I would never! These aren't - official, you know?" She took the card from her pocket as well as another one with - Dumbledore on it and showed them both to Snape.
-"I tried copying the original card layout as best I could," she said, "But I was - unable to duplicate the seal of authenticity. I think you need to know some sort of - secret charm for it or something. It looks pretty good besides that though, don't you - think?"
-"So these are not widely distributed around the school?" Snape asked.
-"Of course not, silly," Maya said, "I made enough to replace the cards in that - basket of chocolate frogs but that's it."
-"I see," Snape replied.
-"I got you good though, didn't I?" Maya said as she sat down on Snape's bed just - like Harry had done before he started going after Draco to get the card. "Come on, - you can admit it!"
-"Perhaps you had me somewhat worried," Snape said begrudgingly, "But only slightly - so."
-"Slightly?" Harry said, "You were ready to start hexing people. You should've seen - the look on your face!"
-"Alright, you brat," Snape said, "I get your point."
-"I'm keeping one of these cards," Harry told Maya, "They are awesome, even if - they're fake."
-"Sure," Maya replied, "But I'm afraid they won't last forever. It'll be less than - a month before they fade out entirely."
-"Thank Merlin," Snape sighed, "I would hate to think of Harry showing his children - these." Snape looked at the card a bit closer. "I can't believe I didn't see - you."
-"Not only Slytherins can be cunning," Maya said; grabbing one of the chocolate - frogs for herself. "So, have you made any more progress with the translation of that - tome?"
-"When would I have done that?" Snape asked gruffly.
-"Like you have a lot to do in here," Maya said, "Aside from entertaining guests, - of course."
-"Yes. I'm not sure why but people are visiting frequently. It annoys me - infinitely." He shot Maya a disparaging glare.
-"Don't say that," Maya said, waving a hand in Snape's general direction. "Everyone - needs company. I would've come sooner myself if I had found the infirmary sooner. I - honestly think some signage would come in handy."
-"I'm even surprised that you made it back to Hogwarts by yourself," Snape snorted, - "Since I wasn't there to take you."
-"It took me ages, though!" Maya said, shaking her head at her own antics. "I - didn't even make it back before nightfall! I had to sleep in the forest."
-"There is no forest on the way to Hogsmeade," Snape said evenly.
-"Well, that would have been nice to know when I was trying to make my way - back."
-Snape shook his head in dismay. "I can't understand how anyone can have such a bad - sense of direction. Are you certain you're not doing this on purpose?"
-"Yuck, that one tasted like soap!" Harry suddenly exclaimed. He and Draco had - opened one of the every flavour beans boxes Snape had gotten and were now trying to - fish out the good ones.
-"What did you expect?" Draco chided, "It was white."
-"I thought it was banana," Harry sighed.
-"You realize you could simply eat a banana if that's what you want," Snape - interjected coldly, "It would be much healthier than candy in any case."
-"But where's the fun in that?" Harry chuckled, "This is like Russian Roulette with - candy!"
-"What's Russian Roulette?" Draco asked.
-"That's quite enough," Snape growled, "Get out. All of you."
-"But why?" Harry asked cheekily, "Don't you appreciate our amazing company? Do you - know how many people would pay good money to be near my magnificence?"
-Draco made a sort of choking sound and Harry cuffed him lightly.
-"Your incessant jabbering is giving me a headache. If you don't leave now, I'll - have you in detention with Filch for the rest of the year."
-"Okay, okay," Harry conceded, "Come on Draco."
-"And if I see anyone else carrying those ridiculous cards, my vengeance will be - swift," Snape added dangerously.
-The two boys left in a hurry, laughing all the while as they roughhoused through - the corridors but Maya stayed behind for a while. Snape quirked an eyebrow at - her.
-"How are you simultaneously the Professor many kids fear the most but also a man - those two boys would gladly risk their lives for?" Maya asked.
-"If you ever find out the answer to that question, please do inform me," Snape - replied, "If I could make them stop, I would."
-"No, that's impossible," Maya said matter-of-factly.
-Snape sighed. "I know. Now get out of here before I sic Poppy on you. And know - that I will get even with you for this." He waved the fake chocolate frog - card at her, a scowl firmly in place.
-"Wow," Maya replied evenly, "I'm so scared." But then she playfully hit Snape on - the shoulder before hurrying out of the hospital wing, grabbing a pumpkin pasty on - her way out.
-"Feel better!" she hollered right before the door closed. And at last, Snape found - himself surrounded by blissful silence. That and loads of get-well cards and - sweets.
-Since Snape had behaved and refrained from straining himself too much, Pomfrey had - indeed allowed him to leave his bed earlier rather than later. When he had arrived at - dinner that evening, he became very aware of most of the students staring at him. - Many of their glances were directed at his left hand and even more so when he was - eating as if they expected him to no longer be able to hold his cutlery.
-That was preposterous, of course. He glared at everyone who dared meet his gaze - and was at least mildly satisfied that most students he caught with his death stare - were sufficiently mollified.
-"Try the roast beef, Severus," Dumbledore told him, "It truly is quite - satisfying."
-Snape ignored him entirely and grabbed a chicken filet. "Have you spoken to the - ministry about Rabastan's case?" Snape asked as he cut into his potatoes.
-"Of course," Dumbledore said, "I did so immediately."
-"And?"
-"Since he made a conscious effort to aid both you and Harry his punishment will - likely be diminished. I believe he's looking at ten years or so. His brother, - however, will probably be kissed."
-Snape grimaced slightly. It was honestly the best he could have hoped for but he - still didn't wish the Dementor's kiss on anyone.
-"Thank you for your interference," Snape said.
-"Of course, Severus," Dumbledore replied, "I know that keeping your promises is - important to you. And so you did."
-Snape nodded. "On a different note, I think we should be very careful from here on - out."
-"Whatever do you mean, my boy?" Dumbledore asked.
-Snape lowered his voice and leaned closer to the headmaster. "They mentioned - Rookwood a couple of times," he said, "And while I get the feeling that he works - alone, he is much more dangerous than those four clowns were combined."
-Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "He is a master manipulator as I understand it. Much - like yourself, Severus."
-Snape huffed. "Perhaps, with the difference that I still have some sort of moral - code where he has none. I can't be sure what his plan is or why the slaughtering of - muggles was helping him with that but we should stay aware of what's going on."
-"Do you believe Bellatrix murdered those muggles because Rookwood told her to?" - Dumbledore asked, "I feel like that's something she would've done either way."
-"Perhaps she would have," Snape replied, "But I know he was behind it nonetheless. - I just don't know why just yet. I think it would be a good idea to start receiving at - least one of the muggle papers."
-"I trust your judgement, my friend," Dumbledore said, smiling brightly, "And I - will follow your advice. Do you have any idea which of those papers is the more - respectable one?"
-"I suggest you ask Ms Granger," Snape replied, "I haven't read a muggle paper in - nearly two decades."
-"Splendid idea, Severus," Dumbledore praised, "I shall do just that."
-Harry found himself back in Snape's quarters, ready to get started on another - Occlumency lesson. The furniture had been shoved aside again, and the 'Drink of - Despair' stood waiting on a side table.
-"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Harry asked as he took his seat in the - middle of the floor.
-Snape huffed. "It is not I that will be going through a lot of stress and - discomfort, Harry," he said, "If you'll remember, you are the one who needs to be - ready."
-"Well, yes," Harry replied, "But I'm counting on you to save me from myself if I - fail, you know."
-"You have my word that I'm up to the task," Snape said, "Don't fret and focus. - Clear your mind."
-Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he had - cleared his mind, he opened them again and spotted the potion sitting in front of - him. Without trepidation, he drank it in one gulp and braced himself for the impact - of emotions he knew would overcome him.
-"Remember to focus on occluding," Snape said calmly, "Your emotions do not control - you. You control them."
-Harry nodded and made eye contact with Snape. He felt the gentle push of his - Legilimency waiting on the edge of his walls, expecting them to fall any moment - now.
-Harry felt the anger and worry wash over him before he even knew where it came - from. Only a few seconds later was he reminded of his arduous battle in the forest - with Snape's life at stake. He felt his barriers tremble as Snape's mind pushed to - break them but he held on.
-Bellatrix cackled loudly in his mind and Greyback growled fiercely. Harry was so - angry with them that they dared to still interfere in his life. He had already lost - one father to the darkness and these people were about to take another one from - him.
-Harry felt himself succumb to the blackness of his wish to kill them. To rip them - to pieces. His walls crumbled and he knew Snape had managed to get in.
-"Push me out of your mind," Snape told him, "Get a hold of - yourself."
-But he had a clear vision of Bellatrix casting spell after spell at Snape, who was - barely able to defend himself anymore. He now knew just how broken the man had - already been that day because of the torture that woman had put him through and he - understood the anguish he must have felt. This knowledge angered him even more. He - tried to use that anger to push Snape out of his mind but could not.
-"You can't use emotions you don't have control over," Snape chided - gently, "Think rather than feel. I know you can do this."
-Harry took a deep breath that seemed to ground him and remind him where he was. He - became aware of the feeling of his own hands on his knees and knew at that moment - that they were safe.
-He regarded the rest of the battle carefully, watching himself fight with the - werewolf. A sensation of mist overcame him that seemed to cloud the entire scene in - his mind.
-"That's it," Snape said, "That's your shield. Use it. Shape it. Bind - it to yourself."
-"How?" Harry asked him in return. He was vaguely aware that he had spoken - the word aloud.
-The mist swirled around the presence that was Snape but didn't block or push him - out. Harry tried to shape it but the silver slivers were intangible and moved with a - will of their own.
-"You need to will it to," Snape said simply.
-"How?" Harry asked again, becoming a bit panicked.
-And then, Harry's memory was suppressed just like in that first Occlumency lesson. - He found himself sitting in that white space again, with Snape occupying an emerald - green couch, regarding him carefully.
-"It would appear that we've reached another hurdle," Snape said, "You're almost - there, Harry. You really are. You just need a grasp of the how."
-"I could've tried a bit longer," Harry said, "You pulled me out rather - quickly."
-"You've been at it for nearly forty minutes," Snape said blandly. "Don't forget - that time moves differently when you're occupying your own mind."
-Harry sat down on the bright white floor and looked up at Snape. "Okay, so now - what?"
-"Now, we wait for the potion to wear off," Snape said casually, "And then, I think - we shall begin teaching you Legilimency."
-"What? Why?"
-"The arts of the mind are complicated in a sense that they have a lot to do with - feeling your way through the process," Snape said, "No matter how good you are at - explaining yourself, trying to describe to someone how to do something that has no - base in their reality is very much like trying to explain the colour orange to a - blind man."
-"Okay," Harry said, "So why Legilimency."
-"Since I have a firm grasp on Occlumency, I can easily show you just what it is - that I do to erect my shields. Like I said. You're nearly there. All you need now is - the technique. And the best way to understand that is by delving into my mind."
-"That sounds dangerous," Harry said doubtfully, "Isn't Legilimency a lot harder to - learn than Occlumency?"
-"It is if you're trying to become a master," Snape agreed, "But in our case, you - only need to know enough to venture into my mind while I guide you where you need to - go. I assure you that that is rather easy. It is only when you try to force your way - into someone's mind, actively looking for memories and thoughts that it gets - complicated."
-"Are you sure you trust me with your memories?" Harry asked, feeling a bit - silly.
-"Seeing how I'll be directing you, I definitely do," Snape said, "And while other - memories might bleed into the one I'll be showing you, I trust you to not mention - them to anyone."
-"Of course," Harry said.
-Snape looked up and stared into the distance for a moment. "It would appear the - memories are retreating," he said, "The potion has worn off. Open your eyes."
-Harry blinked a couple of times and found himself sitting serenely on the floor, - the empty vial next to him.
-"Thanks," he said.
-"No problem," Snape replied, "Any way I can protect you, I will." He eyed Harry - warily for a while before speaking again. "You really did quite a number on Greyback, - didn't you?"
-Harry exhaled harshly through his nose. "I guess you could call it that."
-"Don't get me wrong. That man deserved to die and painfully so," Snape said, "I am - rather impressed with the spell you used. When did you learn that?"
-"A while back," Harry said. "What can I say? This stuff comes easy to me."
-"Cocky brat," Snape said affectionately, "But I am glad that you're able to defend - yourself so well. You're not regretting forgoing the path of an Auror are you?"
-"Absolutely not," Harry said honestly, "Just because I would be good at it, - doesn't mean I want to make it into my job. At the rate I'm going, I would probably - die on my fourth or fifth mission. My luck must almost have run out by now."
-"I'm proud of you, you know?" Snape said, smiling crookedly.
-Harry flushed a bit and tried to change the subject. "So, Legilimency!"
-Just a reminder to you all that there is a discord channel for those eager to - discuss the 'The Potions-" series per request of FallingToast. You can find the link - in my profile.
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Chapter 17
-"As you are well aware by now, Legilimency and Occlumency go hand in hand," Snape - said, "They are two sides of the same coin. Where Occlumency is a defensive skill, - Legilimency is offensive. Therefore, you will need to actively cast the spell."
-"Well, I gathered as much from having you invade my mind all those times," Harry - said blankly.
-Snape fixed him with a piercing glare and Harry wisely shut his mouth.
-"You need at least a basic grasp of Occlumency to be able to Legilimise someone's - mind," Snape continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "It's important that you occlude - your mind lest you lose yourself in your victim's memories."
-"But, Severus," Harry said, "I'm not quite there yet, am I?"
-"You are," Snape replied evenly, "Enough so to at least attempt the basics. And as - I mentioned before, I will be there to guide you."
-"So what, do I hold your hand or something?" Harry joked.
-"Yes," Snape replied, "If we maintain a physical connection, it will be easier to - attain that link while in each other's mind."
-"Oh," Harry said. He was starting to feel decidedly uncomfortable. Snape seemed to - realize as much immediately.
-"It is really not that frightening," he said soothingly, "Trust me to know what - I'm doing."
-Harry smiled as he relaxed somewhat. "I do trust you," he said.
-"Good. Then go ahead and take a seat."
-"Do I sit on the floor again?" Harry asked.
-"Just to be safe, yes," Snape replied. After Harry sat down, Snape went to sit - across from him, his arms resting casually on top of his folded legs. Harry copied - his position and looked at him expectantly.
-"Take my hands," Snape said. Harry inhaled deeply and did so, trying his best to - ignore the missing finger on Snape's left hand.
-"Now clear your mind and allow me to reach out."
-Harry did as he was told and waited for that now-familiar tingle that would - indicate Snape's presence. When he felt it, he allowed it entrance.
-For one disconcerting moment, he got the feeling that he was losing consciousness - when he felt Snape tug at his own mind but the feeling quickly vanished.
-"Don't fight it," Snape said calmly, "Just follow."
-If Harry had been fighting Snape at all, he hadn't realized. But he allowed - himself to relax some more and closed his eyes to get a better sense of what he was - doing. If he concentrated, he got the distinct feeling of a presence floating - somewhere right in front of him. The corridors of his – or were they already Snape's - – mind passed them by as they went. All Harry had to do was stay close and he quickly - found that he could do so if he simply let go of the idea that he was in control.
-"Good," Snape said. But Harry didn't think he had said it out loud. He - had felt it more than he heard it, just like when Snape communicated with him when he - was in a memory.
-"You will experience a moment of disassociation now," Snape told him, - "You must allow it. No harm will come to you."
-And suddenly, Harry felt as if he had lost his connection to the surrounding area. - He could no longer feel the floor beneath him nor did he experience the feeling of - breathing air. He felt as if he could lose himself at any moment now when he felt the - gentle squeeze of Snape's hands grabbing his own. He reached out and grabbed hold of - that feeling, allowing his mind to go where Snape was taking it.
-And then he was flung into a memory. It was disconcerting to find himself in a - scene he hadn't taken part of like he was some sort of onlooker. He looked around, - half expecting to find the physical form of Snape looming somewhere behind him but he - wasn't.
-"I'm here," Snape assured him, "Now pay attention to the memory and - the shields I will be putting in place. You will only have a moment to study my - efforts before you're ejected."
-Harry recognized the outskirts of Cokeworth. They were near his mother's house. A - young child with shoulder-length black hair sat at the riverbank, throwing pebbles - into the water. His clothes were worn out and mismatched. He was probably no older - than thirteen.
-"Severus!" Harry looked away to see a young girl run up to him. Her hair was the - colour of fire and her green eyes were so much like his own. She was carrying what - seemed to be a picnic basket.
-Severus got up and patted his clothes to remove the sand from them. "Hi Lily," he - said, smiling warmly. Even Harry had never seen his father look as happy as he did at - that moment.
-"I'm sorry I'm late," Lily breathed, leaning on her knees to collect herself, "Mum - wanted me to clean up my room first."
-Severus snorted. "In that case, I'm surprised you even made it here at all."
-"Hey!" Lily reacted, swatting Severus playfully, "Are you calling me messy?"
-Severus laughed, "Are you denying it? I can't believe you didn't break a leg - tripping over your own things yet."
-Lily grabbed Severus' hand and started dragging him with her. "Just come on," she - said, "I'm starving!" Severus followed.
-Harry was smiling brightly at the scene when he recognised the mist swirling - across the memory. It was the same kind he had been unable to mould in his - own mind. More than see what was happening, Harry could feel it. The - intangible fog was actually the solidification of his emotions or in this case those - of Snape. He felt the tightening of Snape's hands on his and wondered if it was - subconscious on his part.
-He was aware of the space between the silver slivers diminishing as they became - less translucent and sturdier. If he would have had a sense of temperature, he was - sure it would've become colder even though he didn't know why he thought that. The - leaves of the surrounding trees stopped rustling and Harry wondered if time had - stopped in the memory or if it had just been halted.
-"No," he said, "Not yet. Please."
-But his pleas were ignored and he was expelled from the memory. For a moment, he - was disconnected from Snape and he couldn't help but think to himself that he wanted - more. It was one thing to hear stories of his mother or to see her in pictures. It - was another thing entirely to see her in real life, even if it was just a memory.
-And without even realizing what was happening, he felt his own mind flip through - Snape's, memories flashing past him at breakneck speed. He couldn't even see what was - going on. And suddenly - as if he had landed after using a portkey - he found himself - grounded in another memory.
-"It's because he's a Gryffindor, isn't it?" Severus asked a frazzled looking Lily. - Harry thought he might have been sixteen in this memory. He wasn't entirely sure what - happened but his mother was in this memory too. And all he wanted was to see more of - her.
-"Don't be ridiculous, Sev," Lily replied softly, "You know that doesn't matter to - me."
-"You know how he is," Severus said. His voice sounded hurt. "You know what he and - the rest of his pack do to people like me."
-"I know he used to be a prat," Lily answered, "But he's improved a lot lately, - hasn't he? Wait, has he come after you again?"
-Severus seemed to struggle with himself for a while before glaring at Lily. "No," - he answered coldly, "But how does that negate his previous actions? They almost got - me killed!"
-"That was Sirius," Lily said, anger evident in her voice but Harry didn't think it - was directed at Severus. "And James was very upset with him for that. Remus as - well."
-Severus huffed. "They were probably scared that people would find out about - Lupin."
-"I can understand you're upset about this but it honestly has nothing to do with
- you, Sev,"
- Lily said, "You made very clear what you think of … people like me."
Severus suddenly lunged forward and for a moment, Harry thought he might hit Lily. - But instead, he pulled Lily close and kissed her fiercely, one hand on the small of - her back and the other buried in her long hair on the back of her head. She seemed - stunned for a moment before she roughly pushed him away.
-"Don't!" she spat, "You had your chance and you blew it." Her gaze softened when - she saw the hurt look in Severus' eyes but she didn't approach him. "I'm with James - now. I'm sorry."
-And without another word, she turned around and walked away. Harry wondered if he - imagined the tears that now stained her face. He was overcome by pain and sadness as - he watched Severus stand there for a few moments before finally turning around and - heading in the opposite direction where Harry knew the dungeons were.
-Suddenly, Harry felt Snape's hands clench his almost painfully and he was flicked - from the memory with more force than he was previously. He was aware of feeling his - consciousness be picked up and dragged away. Then – with the distinct feeling of - missing a step on the stairs – he was deposited back into his own mind.
-He opened his eyes and met Snape's cold stare. His hands were released instantly - as the man got up and went to pour himself a large glass of fire whiskey.
-"I didn't do that on purpose," Harry said, wanting desperately to defend himself - even if Snape hadn't accused him of anything yet. Snape didn't respond. He just took - a large gulp of his whiskey, not turning back around to face Harry.
-"I don't know what happened," Harry tried again, "I'm sorry."
-Snape sighed deeply but still said nothing.
-"Dad –"
-"Don't," Snape finally replied. There was no anger in his voice. Only a distinct - feeling of sadness that made Harry clench his own jaw in empathic agony.
-"Your lesson is over," Snape said, "You are excused."
-"But –"
-"Please leave, Harry."
-There was still no anger but the command was clear and Harry knew he would not be - allowed to push his luck much farther. Without saying another word, he walked out of - the door, glancing one last time over his shoulder to note that the glass of whiskey - was already empty. He closed the door slowly and soundlessly, leaving Snape alone - with his thoughts.
-Upset with himself and desperate to find some sort of distraction, Harry went into - the potions lab. Even if he was not allowed to start making his own creation, he - could still work on improving existing ones. He could focus on making one he already - knew but that would do little to distract him.
-He wanted to walk to the station he normally occupied when he noticed someone was - already in the lab. And that someone was talking to Hedwig in a gentle voice, - stroking her back.
-"Luna," Harry said in surprise.
-"Hi, Harry," Luna greeted.
-Harry frowned. Luna was not at all someone interested in potions. He had never - seen her in the lab before. In fact, when had she ever walked the dungeon corridors - willingly?
-"You seem surprised," Luna commented, smiling kindly.
-"I just didn't think I would see you here," Harry uttered, "Not that I mind, of - course. The lab is open to anyone so feel free."
-"Hedwig won't mind, will she?" Luna asked honestly, "I would feel terrible if I - disturbed her."
-"I think she secretly likes potioneers," Harry chuckled, "I haven't been able to - move her back to the astronomy tower since that heatwave ended."
-"That's only logical, isn't it?" Luna offered, "She's been able to be in your - company far more than when she's in that tower. Why would she give that up?"
-"Do you think so?" Harry asked, "I thought she simply liked the calm down - here."
-"She's a very smart owl," Luna said confidently, "And she knows her master needs - her."
-Harry gazed into Luna's eyes for a moment before coughing awkwardly and setting up - his cauldron. "So, what are you practising today?"
-"The Draught of Living Death," Luna replied, "I wasn't able to brew it properly in - class so Professor Slughorn proposed I try again in here. If I manage a better - result, he will improve my grade."
-"Sometimes I forget you're a Ravenclaw," Harry said fondly, "Of course you would - do nothing but your best."
-"It's all anyone can do, really," Luna said dreamily, "Even you, Harry."
-"Er… Right," Harry said uncertainly, "Here, let me help you. Did you bring your - book?"
-"I'm sure you didn't come here with the purpose to help me," Luna said, "You can - go ahead and focus on yourself."
-"It's nothing really," Harry said, "I came here with the intention to distract - myself. And helping you will do."
-"Distract yourself?" Luna asked airily as she started chopping up her ingredients, - "From what?"
-"Just something that happened," Harry said quietly.
-Luna regarded him for a while, with that kind wide smile on her face before - replying. "You know, the reason you are able to hurt each other is because your souls - are connected."
-Harry looked at her sharply, unsure of what to say. Luna just went back to - grinding her rutabaga into powder.
-"How do you know what's bothering me?" Harry asked after a while. He picked up a - knife and cut Luna's parsley for her.
-"I don't really," Luna replied, "But judging by your murky aura, it has something - to do with Professor Snape."
-Harry nodded. "I saw a memory I wasn't supposed to see."
-Luna didn't seem taken aback by that statement at all. Nor did she ask any - questions as to how that would have occurred. Instead, she asked: "Did you do it on - purpose?"
-"No," Harry said easily, "At least I don't think so. I wanted to – well, not - necessarily that particular memory – but I didn't even know how."
-"A wish is a powerful thing," Luna replied. Hedwig had come to join them on the - station and was peering carefully at Luna's ingredients.
-"It's just that he has all these memories of my mother," Harry explained, "And I - have none. It was so nice to finally see her. To know what she was like. But –"
-"But you found out she was human too," Luna spoke kindly, "She was not perfect and - she made mistakes. We all do, Harry."
-Harry swallowed thickly, wondering why he was telling Luna as much as he was. "I - know," he said, "But Severus is still suffering from what happened. Even if I don't - fully understand it, it doesn't seem right."
-"The heart was made to be broken," Luna replied. She started the fire under her - cauldron and threw in the first of her ingredients. "And the best way to keep that - from happening is by pretending you don't have a heart at all. I think that's why - Professor Snape acts the way he does."
-"But don't you see," Harry sighed, "That means my mum broke him. There's no way I - can ever hope to fix that."
-Luna chuckled innocently. "Broken glass sort of looks like glitter, doesn't - it?"
-Harry couldn't help himself. He laughed. Luna smiled brightly when he did.
-"I have faith in the both of you, you know," Luna said, "Professor Snape has been - able to help you dispel most of your sadness. I know you can do the same for - him."
-"Why do you think I was ever sad?" Harry asked.
-Luna looked at him knowingly. "I see many things, Harry Potter. It's easy to keep - an eye on others when you're invisible. I know you once knew this too."
-Harry couldn't speak past the lump in his throat that had suddenly formed for no - good reason. Hedwig nipped his finger carefully and Harry smiled at her.
-"This is where the potion stops doing what I want," Luna said, completely, - undisturbed. She was about to toss in her Valerian root when Harry stopped her.
-"Don't throw it in haphazardly," he said, "You need to distribute the root along - the edges of the cauldron. It has a reaction with the pewter that you need for the - potion to work correctly."
-"Is that so?" Luna asked, coyly tilting her head. She carefully added the powdered - root per Harry's instructions, watching eagerly as the potion absorbed the - ingredient.
-"Don't forget to stir," Harry told her, snapping her out of her dreamy daze.
-"Of course," Luna said as if she hadn't forgotten at all. She stirred ten times - clockwise while Harry watched.
-"So how is your personal project coming along?" Luna asked.
-Harry sighed. "Severus is forcing me to learn Occlumency before I am allowed to - try and brew it at all."
-"You'll manage," Luna said knowingly, "I think your purpose is a great one."
-"You do?" Harry asked, feeling uncharacteristically happy with the faith Luna - seemed to have in him.
-"Even death has a heart," Luna said, "He will allow you your creation. I know - it."
-Suddenly, Harry wondered how much Luna still struggled with the death of her - mother and if she was secretly looking forward to this potion herself. "I'm sorry - about your mother," Harry said out of the blue.
-But Luna smiled and shook her head. "Death ends a life, not a relationship," she - said, "I miss her but I will always have her nearby."
-Harry didn't know why he suddenly felt the urge to do so, but he embraced Luna - kindly, trying to comfort her. She did not hesitate to hug him back. And even though - he had initially hugged her to make her feel better, he couldn't help but feel his - own troubles dissipate somewhat as well.
-When she ended the embrace, Harry felt almost saddened by it but he smiled back at - her unflinchingly.
-"I do believe this attempt is considerably better, don't you?" Luna asked - sweetly.
-"Huh?" Harry asked.
-"The draught," Luna replied, gesturing towards the cauldron.
-"Oh," Harry said, "Yes. Of course." He looked in the cauldron and found no fault - with the potion at all. "It looked like you nearly had it anyway," Harry added, "You - really didn't need all that much help."
-"We all need help sometimes," Luna said importantly. She bottled one vial and - vanished the rest of the potion. "I really admire you, do you know that?"
-Harry felt himself flush, not knowing what to say. Thankfully for him, Luna didn't - seem to expect a reply.
-"Bye, Harry!" she said before skipping out of the lab. Hedwig hooted as she left - and Harry stroked her absentmindedly wondering when he had grown so fond of that - dreamy little Ravenclaw.
-A few days later, Harry found himself sitting at the breakfast table, staring - wryly at his untouched breakfast rolls. He hadn't really spoken with Snape that much - since their Legilimency lesson. There didn't seem to be any anger or resentment - between them but they didn't speak nonetheless. When Harry chanced a glance at the - high table, Snape was sitting there with Professor Bell having a very one-sided - conversation with the man.
-"Even more muggles have disappeared," Hermione said worriedly. Harry turned his - attention to her and frowned at the paper she was holding.
-"Again?" he asked, "That's three days in a row."
-"I know," Hermione said in frustration, "But this time, several muggles have died - on the scene of the disappearance as well."
-"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ron said, drawing her in a one-armed embrace. "I know - you're worried about your parents."
-Hermione accepted the embrace and nodded in Ron's chest. "I don't know what to - do."
-"Maybe we can ask Dumbledore for help," Harry suggested, "Or if you want, we can - owl the ministry and ask them to place some Aurors on the lookout near them?"
-"Why would they do that?" Hermione asked, "They're just dentists. There's nothing - special about them."
-"We could at the least connect their fireplace to the floo network," Ron offered, - "Have it connect to Hogwarts and explain how it works. Place some wards around their - house and tell them to use the floo if it ever goes off."
-"Ron," Hermione said, pulling back to look at him completely baffled. "That's - actually a very good idea. And Professor Dumbledore might even agree to it."
-"Of course he'll agree to it," Harry agreed, "He cares about his students and I - know that he wouldn't want his top student's grades to go down because she's worried - all the time."
-"What is Dumbledore even reading?" Ron suddenly asked when he noticed the strange - paper the man was holding. Harry squinted but couldn't make it out.
-"The Sunday Times," Hermione said easily, "It's a muggle paper."
-"It's not even Sunday!" Ron said, "Are muggles always that late with their - news?"
-"Of course not," Hermione sighed, "But you can't very well expect a muggle paper - to get here on the day it's published, can you? It gets delivered to a squib - Professor Dumbledore is in contact with and they owl it to him. It's bound to be a - day late."
-"Okay," Ron said slowly, "But why is he reading a muggle paper?"
-"Is it because of the disappearances?" Harry asked.
-"I think so," Hermione said, "But to be honest, he didn't exactly tell me his - intentions when he asked me what I thought was the more reputable muggle paper."
-Harry stared at Dumbledore contemplatively for a while when the man seemed to - notice that he was being watched and looked up to see Harry looking at him. He smiled - brightly and Harry smiled back sheepishly.
-Dumbledore held his gaze for a moment more before inclining his head toward Snape. - Harry's gaze flickered to the man before he could help himself. Snape was busying - himself with eating eggs and ham. Professor Bell was no longer talking to him but - entertaining Hagrid with a funny anecdote of some kind if Hagrid's thunderous laugh - was any indication.
-Harry met Dumbledore's gaze again and shrugged as he shook his head, a helpless - expression on his face. But Dumbledore winked at him and nodded as if to tell him - that everything would be alright.
-"Ready for defence?" Ron asked.
-"As ready as I'll ever be," Harry sighed, "Let's go."
-Chapter 18
-On the way to defence class, the golden trio was joined by Draco.
-"Hi Draco," Harry greeted, "How's life?"
-"Much better without a certain insanity-driven family member in it," Draco - replied.
-Harry chuckled, "I can imagine. Ready to get the snot beaten out of you?"
-"Me?" Draco replied, "Please, I'm a god when it comes to defence. If anyone's in - trouble, it's Weasley."
-"Hey!" Ron said, "I could've done the same thing you did in that forest. I just - wasn't invited."
-"Neither was I," Draco replied easily, grinning crookedly, "I simply didn't take - no for an answer."
-"Boys, boys," Hermione interjected, "You're both pretty. Now can we move along - before we run late?"
-"Hey, that's odd," Harry suddenly said, stopping at a sign they came across. "This - wasn't here before."
-The sign read 'The Potions Laboratory'. Draco laughed out loud when he saw it. - "Well that's entirely wrong," he chuckled.
-"Some poor first years are going to get lost," Hermione said in exasperation. She - took out her wand and waved it at the sign but nothing happened to it. She blinked in - confusion and tried again but to no avail. "It won't change."
-"Leave it," Draco said, "Even the first years have been here for a few months - already. If they don't know their way yet, it's their own fault."
-"Don't be so heartless," Hermione huffed but she put away her wand anyway. "Now - come on or Professor Snape will probably give us all detention."
-Harry laughed, "We can always tell him the sign confused us."
-The foursome sprinted – since they were really running late now – towards the - classroom and made it just in time. Snape was already sitting there, eyeing them - amusedly when they barged inside. Everyone else was already present.
-"How kind of you to grace us with your presence," Snape said evenly, "Perhaps you - should refrain from taking a second helping next time, Mr Weasley."
-Ron flushed and Draco snorted. Anticipating a lecture of some sort, they stood - waiting until Snape waved them off with his hand. "Take your seats before I decide to - take points."
-They all did, somewhere near the back of the class.
-"We have spent a large part of last year as well as these first few months on - individual prowess and improvement," Snape drawled, "And yet, you will find yourself - in numerous situations where you are expected to work together. Some of you wish to - pursue the career of an Auror. If so, you will be assigned a partner and expected to - work together for the length of your careers. The same goes for many other tangents - in the path of this line of work.
-"You need to be able to protect each other as well as count on your partner, - wherever they came from." He eyed his students carefully. "Even a Slytherin has to be - able to work with a Gryffindor. Try not to lose yourself in each other's weaknesses - but build on each other's strengths."
-Snape grinned. "I'm sure you all know where I'm going with this. You will be - pairing up with someone from another house. Choose wisely because you will be - training alongside each other for a considerable amount of time. You're allowed ten - minutes for your selection. No more. Begin!"
-"I choose Draco!" Ron and Harry said in unison.
-"Hey!" Hermione pouted, "That's not fair. Why can't I duel with Draco for a - change?"
-"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable with another girl, though?" Ron said.
-Hermione huffed, "Not necessarily. I just want to get good grades."
-"While I am flattered to be so desirable," Draco interjected, "I think I choose - Harry."
-"Out of the question," Snape suddenly said. Harry whirled around to see the man - looming over them.
-"What?" He objected, "Why not?"
-"The teams will be facing off against one another as you've no doubt gathered," - Snape said easily, "I hardly think it fair to allow the two of you to team up against - any other pair. I would rather not have any casualties in my class."
-"We wouldn't kill anyone," Draco snorted, "We can control ourselves."
-"Even so," Snape said, "You wouldn't learn a thing from drawing on each other's - strengths. You know each other very well already, having been in battle - together."
-Harry groaned and Snape rolled his eyes in response. "Don't be childish. Just find - someone else. I am sure you will have a myriad of partners to choose from."
-Harry smiled when he realized that Snape was acting like his normal self. Maybe he - shouldn't have worried as much as he had about the man. "Alright, Professor," he - finally replied. "Sorry, Draco."
-But the blonde waved him off and turned towards Ron and Hermione. "Alright, which - one of you wants to be in my magnificent presence for the next couple of months?"
-Harry allowed his eyes to roam the others who seemed to be wandering aimlessly - through the classroom when he was addressed by someone.
-"Would you like to pair up with me?"
-Harry recognised the boy as Michael Corner. He had been one of the original - members of the D.A. and Harry knew that he was actually very capable. He had straight - black hair and brown eyes that looked at Harry expectantly. Harry knew Ron didn't - like him very much but thought that had more to do with him dating his sister way - back when than anything else.
-"Michael, was it?" Harry replied, "Fine by me if you think you can keep up with - me."
-Michael flashed Harry a crooked smile, an eager glint in his eyes. "I might - surprise you still," he said smoothly, extending his hand. Harry shook it, sealing - their new partnership.
-"Time's up," Snape announced and the classroom fell silent. "Has everyone paired - up? Good. The first thing we will be practising is blocking for each other. Find - another team and wait for further instructions.
-Ron rushed over to Harry, frowning slightly when he saw Michael. He was flanked by - Blaise Zabini who – for now – followed easily.
-"Want to face off against us?" Ron asked.
-"If you think you can handle us," Harry teased.
-Zabini huffed. "I'm sure that being dragged down by dead weight like that –" he - inclined his head towards Michael "- will have you at a disadvantage."
-"Oh?" Harry replied, "If I recall correctly, Michael made it into the advanced - defence lessons last year. And where were you again Zabini? Oh right, you were almost - not even good enough to stay."
-"That's quite enough," Snape sneered but it wasn't directed at Harry's group per - se. Bickering had broken out nearly everywhere but stopped as soon as Snape had - raised his voice.
-"For now, you will all be blocking stunning curses," he said, "This is not your - first year and I expect you all to know what you're doing at least. You will do this - all nonverbally. Points will be deducted for each word you say. You will not be - taking turns either. Treat this exercise as a real battle. If you get stunned, you - are out. If your partner gets stunned, you are out. When you are victorious, you - await the next party to be at the ready and start over. Begin."
-Immediately, Harry and Michael backed away from Ron and Zabini. For a moment, no - spells were thrown, all four of them waiting for the others to begin. Eventually, it - was Zabini who fired the first stunning spell. Harry flicked his wand and thought of - his own version of the shield charm. Immediately, a pair of shields formed in front - of him and Michael.
-Harry looked at Michael briefly, grinning as he did. The Ravenclaw seemed to - understand his intent and smirked. He fired off a stunning hex at Zabini but it was - blocked. Ron tried to reciprocate with his own spell but the shields were firmly held - in place by Harry and Michael cast his own spell at Ron who was unable to defend as - he had already fired off his attack. Zabini should've been able to block for him but - either didn't or couldn't. Ron was taken out of the battle but Zabini didn't seem to - care. He kept throwing his curses at the pair in front of him.
-Harry shook his head at the ridiculous Slytherin. He noticed that Zabini was now - focusing all of his attacks on Harry as if he would be able to break through his - shield. Harry looked at Michael again and nodded, hoping that the Ravenclaw would get - his intent. When he noticed a second shield charm form in front of him, he knew that - he had. He dropped his own shields and waited until Zabini fired another spell. At - exactly the same moment, Harry cast his own stunning hex, effectively hitting Zabini - square in the chest. The Slytherin actually flew backwards for a few feet before - landing in a crumpled heap.
-"Wicked," Michael said, high fiving Harry for their victory. Harry grinned and - went to wake up Ron. The redhead groaned as he got up from the floor.
-"We never stood a chance," he whined.
-"Next time," Michael said, "Once you learn to work together, you'll manage."
-Ron snorted but didn't respond. He walked over to the side-lines, not even - bothering with waking up his teammate and sat down.
-It was only to be expected that Harry and Michael won from every team they went up - against. And if Harry was honest, that was not even entirely because of him. Did his - own experience help him? Well, of course! But Michael was not bad himself. He seemed - to have a clear understanding of how a battle worked and was able to move with the - finesse of a Quidditch player. They had steered clear of Draco and Hermione, knowing - full well that they would probably be the team to beat and when the lesson had nearly - come to its conclusion it was indeed them they were faced off against.
-Everyone else was watching them. Snape was leaning against the wall, his arms - crossed and a smirk on his face.
-"A very expected turn of things," he drawled, "Why don't you show your fellow - classmates what it takes to be on a team. Use whatever spells you deem necessary - except for ones that may kill or maim permanently. Is that understood?"
-Harry locked gazes with Michael once more and was satisfied to see that the boy - was absolutely ready for it. He seemed eager to show what he was capable off with a - burning passion. This was probably one of the students that aspired to become an - Auror.
-"Begin," Snape said.
-Both teams backed up, leaving a large amount of space between them. They stared - each other down but none of them was making the first move. Harry tightened his grip - on his wand as he shifted his weight to his back leg, regarding his adversaries - carefully.
-The classroom was completely silent as the onlookers waited with bated breath. - Snape still acted aloof and relaxed but Harry knew that he too as waiting - intently.
-Then, Harry and Draco both stepped forward at the same time, firing off their - spells. A blue beam met a red one in mid-air and an explosion followed. Harry ducked - to the right – away from Michael – and tried to make use of the smoke that had formed - to bypass Draco.
-Trying to sneak past a Slytherin was a mistake though and he soon saw the - tell-tale red streak of a hex rushing his way. He raised his wand to attempt a - defensive shield when the spell already broke off against one a few feet in front of - him. 'Thanks Michael', he thought and rushed towards the middle of the - 'battlefield'.
-The smoke was gone now and Harry met up with Michael in the middle. They turned so - they stood with their backs towards one another. Hermione and Draco were both on - opposite ends of the room. They both fired a hex at the same time but Harry - recognised them for the elemental attacks they were and knew that a simper - 'Protego' would not work. Michael hadn't noticed and his useless shield was - already up.
-In a split second, Harry decided to shield Michael from Draco's attack that would - be decidedly worse than Hermione's.
-"Stantibus Clypeum," he shouted as he grabbed Michael's arm. He was not able to - cast this one nonverbally yet but he heard no groans of protest from the Gryffindors. - Michael's skin turned into an earthy brown as it seemed to harden and sheen. - Meanwhile, Harry tried to duck out of the way of Hermione's blast and barely managed. - His arm was grazed by the spell and stung painfully but he ignored it for now as he - charged at Hermione.
-If the other team had wanted to split up, that was on them. Hermione took a step - back and fired off some new curses and hexes that Harry simply dodged and blocked. He - heard the sounds of a second battle behind him but focused on the witch in front of - him.
-With another flick of his wand, he managed to disarm Hermione. He caught her wand - as it flew in his hand and smiled at her victoriously, his wand now trained on her - neck.
-"Well," Snape suddenly drawled, "It would appear we have a draw."
-Harry blinked and turned around to see Michael on the floor, completely - incapacitated by a stunning hex. Draco was looking at him rather smugly.
-"It would appear that you all still have a lot to learn about working together," - Snape continued, "Nonetheless, it was very well done."
-"Potter cast one of his spells verbally though," Zabini sneered.
-"Did he?" Snape sneered, "I must not have heard that over the obvious jealousy - that came exuding from you. Come complain to me once you're able to cast - that particular spell nonverbally. Or at all, now that I think of it."
-Zabini flushed but kept his mouth shut after that.
-"Class dismissed," Snape said and walked over to his desk, straightening out some - papers as he stared at them dumbfoundedly.
-"Is something wrong?" Harry asked as he approached the Professor.
-"No," Snape said, now moving his inkwell a few inches to the right, "Just the - feeling that – never mind." He shook his head and placed the papers on the edge of - his desk. "Something I can help you with, Harry?"
-"I was wondering if you still wanted to continue those Occlumency lessons," Harry - said bravely.
-"Naturally," Snape replied, "It would be a shame to quit now. You've come so close - after all."
-"Do you mean it?" Harry asked, "I just thought… well,"
-Snape sighed. "It wasn't your fault," he said, "And you may not have realized but - I am an Occlumens. I am capable of controlling and reigning in my emotions. Which is - exactly what you need to learn."
-"Right," Harry said, somewhat relieved. "For what it's worth, I think I get it - now."
-Snape quirked a sardonic eyebrow. "Do you?"
-Harry nodded, "Absolutely."
-"We'll see," Snape said, "But for now, you'd best run along."
-"Oh shoot," Harry said when he noticed everyone else was gone. "You're right. See - you later!"
-As Harry and his friends manoeuvred through the corridors that day, they noticed a - lot more of those signs along the way. Most of them pointed in the entirely wrong - direction for what they were depicting but a small amount of them was correct.
-It wasn't until Harry sat in the History of Magic class, waiting for Professor - Bell to arrive that he realized what must be happening. She didn't show up for - fifteen minutes and Harry suspected that the signage had thrown her off - completely.
-"Maybe we should look for her," Draco offered willingly. Hermione rolled her eyes - at him.
-"Eager, aren't you?" she pointed out.
-"I bet she's somewhere near the transfiguration classroom," Harry offered, "There - was a sign reading 'History of Magic,' pointed in that direction anyway.
-"I can't believe she still doesn't know her way around here," Ron chuckled.
-"Come on, I'll go with you," Harry told Draco, "These History lessons are too good - to miss."
-"Try not to get attacked by death eaters on the way there," Ron jibed - good-naturedly.
-"We'll do our very best," Draco replied dutifully before exiting the classroom - with Harry on his heels.
-"So, do you think Snape is behind this?" he asked.
-"Almost definitely," Harry chuckled. "But to be honest, she kind of had it - coming."
-"I'll say," Draco said happily, "I'm still looking for a charm to make that card - permanent. It's one of my most prized possessions."
-"Don't let Snape catch you doing that," Harry warned, "Or he really might - lock you up in the dungeons."
-"He would never punish his darling godson," Draco said assuredly, "I am simply too - endearing."
-Harry cuffed Draco playfully. "You're a prat."
-"And where are you two headed?" asked a familiar voice. Harry and Draco stopped in - their tracks to meet a surprised looking McGonagall.
-"Hi Professor," Harry greeted sheepishly.
-"Don't hi me, Potter," McGonagall said, "Why aren't you in class?"
-"Professor Bell is missing," Harry explained, "We're expecting her to be somewhere - around here. Have you seen her?"
-McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose as if she was fighting a headache. She - mumbled something under her breath but Harry didn't quite catch it.
-"Point me Maya Bell," she said and started walking with Draco and Harry on her - tail. She stopped in front of her own classroom – there was no transfiguration lesson - planned this hour – and opened the door. Maya was sitting behind her desk.
-"Oh, Minerva!" she greeted, "Good to see you."
-"What are you doing here, Maya?" McGonagall asked, not quite able to hide her - exasperation.
-Professor Bell flushed a bit. "I'm afraid I'm terribly lost," she admitted, "But - the new signs pointed me in the direction of this classroom so I thought some changes - had been made. But the students aren't coming."
-"I don't know who put those signs there," McGonagall said sternly, "But they are - most decidedly wrong. And you are in the wrong classroom."
-Professor Bell sucked in the air between her teeth. "Yes, I thought as much."
-"Harry, Draco," McGonagall said, "Kindly escort Professor Bell to her own - classroom if you will."
-"Of course, Professor," Harry said easily.
-"Your escort awaits," Draco said haughtily, offering his arm. Maya chuckled and - took it as the three of them strolled out of the transfiguration classroom, - McGonagall shaking her head in their wake.
-"I must admit that Severus really got me good with this one," Bell said - cheerfully.
-"You think it was Snape?" Draco asked.
-"I might not have a sense of direction but I do have a brain, you know?" Bell - said, "What other purpose could there possibly be?"
-"We thought so too," Harry admitted.
-"When do you think he'll have mercy on me?" Bell asked.
-"Mercy?" Harry chuckled, "Severus shows no mercy, Professor."
-Bell snorted. "Ah well, at least I'll get plenty of exercise roaming these - hallways."
-After the severely shortened History lesson where every student had been given a - character to play a role in the diplomacy feast of 1845, Harry lost track of - Professor Bell again since they had Potions class next. Ron had had a free period - which he undoubtedly spent playing Quidditch.
-All four of them met up in the great hall for dinner where a sufficiently - smug-looking Snape sat, glancing at McGonagall in defiance.
-"Fred and George would be proud," Ron snorted, "Who knew Snape had it in him to be - a prankster."
-"I did," Draco said easily.
-"Sure," Ron replied sardonically, "April fool's day must be a real hoot in the - Slytherin common room. Tell me, does he replace your shampoo with befuddlement - potions?"
-Draco rolled his eyes. "He's normally not like this at Hogwarts," he explained, "I - meant at home. He's my godfather after all."
-"Is he seriously not going to help Professor Bell out?" Hermione asked, "At this - rate, she might end up starving. She didn't make it here for breakfast or lunch - either."
-Harry met Snape's gaze who smirked at him and Harry narrowed his eyes, inclining - his head towards the great hall entrance. Snape simply shrugged and took a bite from - his food.
-'Come on, be a gentleman,' Harry wrote on his cuff.
-'Chivalry is a Gryffindor trait,' came the reply.
-'Don't make me lace your food with your own limerick potion,' Harry - threatened.
-Snape stared at him coldly for a while before replying.
-'Even you are smart enough to realize you can't get to me through - potions.'
-'Not yet, perhaps,' Harry replied simply.
-Snape sighed theatrically and got up from his seat. He walked past Gryffindor - table, cuffing Harry lightly on the head as he went. Harry laughed and watched him - go.
-"I envy your powers of persuasion," Draco said in awe. "If you can get - Snape to do something, you can influence everyone."
-"You're a Malfoy," Harry pointed out, "I'm sure you're fine."
-Snape followed his own signage that led to the astronomy tower even though it read - 'Great Hall'. He climbed the stairs to find Maya at the end of them, looking through - the large telescope that was used for astronomy classes.
-"Did you not realize that there are no winding staircases that lead to the Great - hall?" Snape asked. Maya didn't even jump when he made his presence known.
-"Hi Severus," she said, still staring through the telescope, "Took you long - enough."
-"Yes, well, you have my son to thank for my coming here at all," Snape replied - evenly.
-This time, Maya looked away and met Snape's bored glance with a smile. "Tell him I - said thanks," she said, "Because I'm simply starving."
-"Come on then," Snape said, descending the stairs again.
-"I love astronomy, you know," Maya suddenly said. Snape didn't reply. "Of course - I'll tell you why that is," Maya replied to the unspoken question. "You see, by - reading the stars you can find your way around, even if your sense of direction is as - horrible as mine."
-Snape smirked. "I hope you learned your lesson."
-"And what would that be?" Maya asked sweetly.
-"Don't try and prank the master of cunning," Snape replied evenly.
-Maya laughed loudly. "Alright," she said, "I'll at least admit that I've met my - match. But I'm not giving up yet!"
-They walked past a sign that incorrectly pointed to the Defence classroom and - Snape waved his wand, changing it to correctly point towards the Great Hall.
-"I didn't expect you to," Snape said smiling slightly. "Just don't be surprised - when you suddenly end up de-aged and transferred to Beauxbatons.
-"You would never!" Maya exclaimed, grabbing hold of Snape's elbow with both her - hands entwined around it. "You would miss me way too much."
-Snape snorted but allowed the close proximity of the History teacher. "You - overestimate your value," he said.
-"Well, your son would miss me," Maya pointed out, "And I know your godson would as - well. So face it, you're stuck with me."
-"As you say," Snape sighed in resignation as they arrived at the entrance of the - great hall. "Now unhand me woman, or I'll never hear the end of it."
-Maya laughed and released him, skipping ahead of him to run into the great hall, - the dark master following behind her. He looked up just in time to see that - self-satisfied smirk on Harry's face.
-"Brat," he mouthed. Harry just laughed.
-Chapter 19
-Harry found himself on the way to Snape's private quarters once more, passing the - sign that spelt out 'Potions classroom' on the way there. Since the signs were all - still there but were now all displaying the proper information, Harry couldn't help - but wonder if this outcome of Snape's 'prank' had been his true purpose here. He had - noticed that Professor Bell was always on time nowadays and could get around much - more easily.
-This would be their first lesson since that one experience with Legilimency Harry - had had before. While Snape had acted completely normal since then, Harry felt a - sense of trepidation when he thought of facing Snape in this particular context.
-He easily found his Gryffindor courage and entered Snape's chambers, finding the - man sitting behind his desk with his feet propped up as he read a thick book.
-"Good evening, Harry," Snape greeted casually. He placed a bookmark between the - pages and closed the book, putting it back in its rightful place on the shelf.
-"Good evening," Harry replied easily. He felt the urge to add 'dad' at the end but - still didn't feel entirely comfortable with it. He mentally kicked himself. How many - more times would the man need to save his life and/ or almost die before he could - finally call him his dad without flushing every time he did it? But he catalogued - that thought away for another time and focused on the present.
-"You didn't move the furniture out of the way," Harry noted.
-"I don't see the point anymore," Snape replied easily, "At the rate, we're going, - you're hardly thrashing about nor is either one of us knocked to the ground anymore - as you practice. We'll be a lot more comfortable seated in a chair, wouldn't you - say?"
-"Sure," Harry replied, "But don't blame me if I do end up breaking your favourite - bookcase or something."
-Snape took out the familiar potion and swished it a bit in front of Harry's face - but drew back a bit when Harry made an attempt to grab it. The boy frowned but - waited, reading in Snape's expression that something had changed.
-"This is the undiluted version of the potion," Snape said importantly.
-"Already?" Harry asked, slightly taken aback.
-"I feel that the diluted version doesn't exactly present you with a challenge - anymore," Snape explained, "Especially since you seemed adamant that you understood - the intent behind the shielding process."
-Harry gave Snape a half-smile. "You're not doing this to get back at me, are - you?"
-Snape frowned. "Of course not. I would never do such a thing."
-Harry took a deep breath before taking the potion out of Snape's hands. "Okay," he - said resolutely, "Let's do this."
-"You know the drill," Snape said, "Start by clearing your mind."
-It took only a moment for Harry to do so and soon he drank the potion without any - more hesitancy. Snape looked at him expectantly, ready to jump in if needed while - Harry did his best to focus on occluding his mind.
-The first thing he noticed was the sudden unbearable pain in his stomach. An - unintended side-effect from the potion. The diluted version had caused some - discomfort in the past but it had been nothing quite like this. Harry gasped for air - as the stabbing pain distracted him.
-"I know it hurts," Snape told Harry. There was clear concern in his voice and - Harry noticed that the man reached out with his hand but Harry held up his own to - stop him.
-"I'll be fine," he forced out, "Just give me a moment."
-So far, he had been able to keep his Occlumency shields up but the memory of his - darkest day started seeping through. There were shards of hopelessness that seemed to - penetrate his mind, sowing the seeds of despair as they touched down. Harry gritted - his teeth at the growing sense of discomfort and hopelessness. He noticed that Snape - hadn't done anything yet and he pierced the man with an accusatory glare.
-"What are you waiting for?" he snarled, "Do it!"
-The sooner they could get this test started, the sooner they could get this over - with. Snape seemed to doubt for a moment but eventually, he raised his wand and aimed - it at Harry.
-Harry wasn't even sure if Snape had spoken the word. He was more aware of that - subtle tingle of Legilimency touching on his shields than any other impulse around - him. The pain made him lash out with his own mind but Snape seemed to be expecting it - and slipped past.
-Harry hissed when another stabbing pain coursed through his stomach. It was enough - to break his concentration and allow the memory to envelop him full force. And - suddenly, he was that young boy again, climbing the stairs of that old apartment - building. There was nothing he wanted more than to die and today he would fulfil that - goal.
-"Harry," A voice called out to him, "Remember. That's not you - anymore."
-Harry stopped climbing those stairs, looking around him. That's right. He was - 'Harry' to someone. He was not 'freak' and he was not 'boy'.
-Harry took a few more steps. Something was still pulling him upwards. "I don't - want this," he said, "I don't want any of this."
-"Block it, Harry," the voice urged him, "I know you can do it. You've - done it before. I have faith in you."
-Everything hurt. Harry was in so much pain. What had caused that again? Vernon - hadn't touched his stomach in over a week. A shard of a memory penetrated his mind. - That's right. He had drunk that potion. That had caused the pain. He was practising - Occlumency with Snape. With his father. He had a father now.
-Harry shook his head, dislodging his consciousness from the memory and freed - himself somewhat from the potion's effects.
-"There you go," Snape said gently.
-Harry distanced himself from the feelings of hopelessness and grief as he watched - that familiar mist swirl all around him. He remembered what he had felt Snape do when - he had been in his memory and tried his best to copy his actions. He willed the mist - to solidify and bend as he wished. Time seemed to stop altogether in the memory as - the colour faded. And then, Snape's presence was gone entirely.
-While that had been his goal, Harry suddenly felt very lost. He missed the - invading presence and almost willed it to come back. But he reminded himself of his - goal and steeled his resolve. He closed off the memory and banished it to the back of - his mind.
-He imagined himself sitting in that sterile white room Snape had drawn him into a - couple of times and suddenly he was there. Alone this time. He sighed in relief - nonetheless. In this place, there were no unresolved emotions. In here no one was - dying; there were no abusive Dursleys or evil Dark Lords. Even the physical pain he - knew he was still experiencing couldn't reach him here. Somewhere outside, he was - vaguely aware of someone trying to break through his shields once more but he found - himself not caring anymore.
-He imagined himself a crimson couch with large, fluffy pillows and lay down in it, - waiting calmly for the potion to wear off.
-Snape was decidedly pleased when Harry had been able to push him out of his mind. - Even if he had tried to hold on tight, he wouldn't have been able to stay in the - boy's head and so he found himself back in the chair behind his desk, looking at - Harry. The boy's eyes seemed to look right through him as if he were in a deep - meditative state. Even the pain he should be experiencing didn't deter the boy in the - slightest.
-"Alright," Snape said, "Let's see if you can keep me out this time."
-There was no reaction from Harry. A good sign. Snape cast the spell and tried to - invade. But where the shields stood on a shaky foundation before, they were now - embedded into the walls of what seemed to be a fortress. Its gate was shut and - impenetrable. Snape poked and prodded, trying to find a weakness somewhere. But - eventually, he had to concede that there was no way for him to get in there - again.
-He stopped trying and regarded Harry carefully. He had withdrawn into himself. - Normally, this would be quite excessive for simply keeping an invading presence out - but while the potion was still in his system, this was probably the boy's best - defence. Snape just hoped that Harry would be able to detect when it was time to - allow himself his normal presence of mind again. For now, he grabbed the book he had - been reading before and flipped it open again, refocusing his attention on the - deciphering of ancient codes.
-Harry had imagined himself a clock but it didn't do him any good. Its hands were - spinning rapidly and chaotically. Sometimes they moved forward and other times they - went back. They stopped randomly but conveyed no coherent message so Harry just - removed it again with a wave of his hand. The books he had conjured for himself were - empty. He was only able to fill the pages with information he already knew which was - logical but also useless.
-How much time had passed by now? Harry knew that it took an hour before the potion - would wear off but it was impossible for him to tell time in here. He knew Snape had - told him that time seemed to move differently in one's mind and wondered how he would - know when to pull back out. The last time, Snape had somehow been aware of exactly - when the potion had worn off.
-A couple of times already, he had felt the push of a Legilimens, trying to make - his way in, but Harry had diligently disallowed all access as was expected of him. No - doubt, Snape was testing him. It was only after he felt someone unfamiliar try to - make their way in that he gathered something might be wrong. Until then, he hadn't - even realized that different people might feel dissimilar when trying to make their - way in. It was a startling discovery. Who was doing this?
-He felt the push again and decided that it was probably time anyway. He withdrew - from his chamber of serenity and allowed his mind to get back in touch with his - emotions and memories. He blinked a few times and refocused his attention only to - find both Snape and Dumbledore sitting in front of him.
-"Harry!" Snape exclaimed. The happiness that oozed from his voice confused Harry - profoundly. Dumbledore seemed equally relieved.
-"Oops," Harry uttered, "Did I lose track of time?"
-Dumbledore chuckled. "I should say so," he said, "You were gone for nearly five - hours."
-"You're kidding!" Harry said, jumping up. It was only then that he noticed that - his legs were asleep so he came crashing back down in his chair. "I wasn't even sure - if an hour had passed or not," Harry added.
-Snape groaned. "I didn't think you would close yourself off," he said, "Otherwise - I would have agreed on a signal with you."
-"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I really didn't mean to worry you."
-"What made you decide to come out again?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
-"When you tried to break my shields, I knew it wasn't' dad's presence," Harry said - honestly. He didn't notice the twinkling in Dumbledore's eyes increase in ferocity. - "I didn't recognise you so I thought something was wrong."
-"Foolish child," Snape said but Harry recognised the fondness in his voice.
-"I'm sorry," he said again, "I honestly didn't realize."
-"Well, it would appear that you've made some fantastic progress today, my boy," - Dumbledore praised proudly, "It would appear to me that you're nearly there."
-Snape sighed. "I can't use that potion again though."
-"Why not?" Harry asked, "In the end, it wasn't so bad."
-Snape chuckled. "No, because you withdrew into yourself. In any case, the toxicity - in the undiluted version hasn't left your body yet and won't for a while. Giving you - another dose might cause you permanent damage."
-"I daresay you won't need it anymore anyway," Dumbledore said. He put a comforting - hand on Snape's shoulder and smiled at him. "I suggest you and Harry eat something. - You must both be positively famished."
-"I'm just very thirsty," Harry suddenly noted.
-"Another side effect of the potion," Snape said evenly, already pouring Harry a - glass of water. He handed it to his son and turned his attention to Dumbledore. - "Thank you for the assistance, Albus. I'll make sure to educate Harry on the use of - exclusion."
-"I know you will, Severus," Dumbledore said knowingly, "Should you need me, you - know where to find me. Good night to you both."
-"Good night," Snape replied but Harry was still gulping down the glass of water - and soon Dumbledore had disappeared through the floo.
-Snape summoned a house-elf and ordered dinner for both of them before directing - his attention to Harry.
-"You gave me quite the scare, you know," he said.
-"It was only for a few hours," Harry replied, "I'm fine."
-Snape groaned. "I know you're fine, Harry. I just wasn't sure if you knew - how to restore the connection to your mind by yourself and I couldn't get in to show - you."
-"I hope you're not saying I'm too good at Occlumency now," Harry sighed. - Food appeared on Snape's desk and Harry felt his mouth water. He hadn't even noticed - that he had become hungry.
-Snape rolled his eyes. "Of course not," he said, "You simply need more - information. You clearly didn't tether yourself to your mind when you disconnected - yourself."
-"What?" Harry asked, holding his hand in front of his mouth to keep Snape from - seeing the chewed up food inside.
-"Charming," Snape sneered. He cut into his own food and waited a bit.
-"A tether," he finally said, "binds you to your mind when you retreat as you did. - You can use it to check on the mind you're occupying which is usually your own."
-"Oh," Harry replied, "And how do I create that tether?"
-"You form it the same way you formed those shields, "Snape said easily, "Once you - know it's supposed to be there, it's easy to create."
-"Can I practice it?" Harry asked.
-"Perhaps next time," Snape replied, "It's getting to be very late and I'm - exhausted."
-Harry grinned. "Can't imagine why."
-Snape shot him a devastating glare but Harry smiled cheekily.
-"I will admit that you made tremendous progress tonight though," Snape said - coldly, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.
-"Does that mean what I think it means?" Harry said hopefully.
-"Soon," Snape said, "Very soon."
-Harry sighed contently, tearing off another piece of bread. "That's great," he - said, "I can't wa-" he stifled a yawn, "- wait."
-"Finish your food, Harry," Snape said softly, "You need to go to sleep soon. It's - still a school night."
-Harry chuckled. "Yes," he said tiredly, "Sleep does sound good. Can I stay here - tonight?"
-Snape rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Alright," he said, "Just don't make a - habit out of it. Your friends would have my hide if you do."
-Harry nodded, unsuccessfully trying to pierce a pea with his fork. He felt himself - nodding off already and was barely able to stop himself from falling asleep into his - plate.
-Snape sighed as he watched the unbecoming display. "Go to bed, Harry," he said, - "You can eat more at breakfast tomorrow." If the Potions Master was entirely honest - with himself, he too felt about ready to collapse. He vanished the plates of food - that had barely been touched.
-"Okay," Harry murmured, "I'll sleep right here." He put his head on his arms, - falling asleep right then and there on the desk.
-Snape regarded his exhausted child wistfully and brushed his fringe out of his - face, his touch soft and caring. "You'll be the death of me, child," he whispered - fondly before tiredly running a hand through his own hair. Steeling himself, he got - to his feet and lifted Harry out of the chair by means of a hover charm. With his - wand out, he floated Harry over to his bed, drawing back the blankets before lowering - Harry onto the mattress. With another wave of his wand, he transfigured Harry's - clothes into nightwear.
-Snape pulled the blankets up to Harry's chin and watched as he snuggled into his - pillow. When asleep, the boy still looked so much younger than he actually was. Snape - felt a pang of sorrow knowing how many years in the boy's life he had squandered by - being distant and cruel. And so many more years were wasted that he didn't even know - the child. If only Lily could have loved him back. In a different world – a better - world – Harry could have been his from the start.
-With a silent sigh, Snape turned off the light; cast one last glance Harry's way - and closed the door ever so softly, leaving the boy to his dreams.
-Harry awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast and wondered for a moment - if Ron had snuck food into the tower for him. He suddenly started as he remembered - where he was, sitting upright in his bed. He glanced around and shook his head at - himself when he realized he was in Snape's chambers again. He didn't even remember - getting to bed.
-He glanced down and saw that he was wearing black nightwear that was most - certainly not his style. Yup. Snape had definitely tucked him in. And yet, he wasn't - as mortified by that as he once had been. He stretched his arms, groaning as he did - and got out of bed and out of the room.
-He found Snape reading the paper while he was drinking a cup of coffee. A small - assortment of breakfast foods littered the table but Snape wasn't eating yet.
-"We simply have to stop meeting like this," Harry joked. Snape peered from behind - his paper and gave Harry an appraising look. When he seemed satisfied he smirked and - gestured towards the chair next to him.
-"Since you made yourself at home already, why don't you help yourself to some food - as well," he said.
-"You didn't have to let me stay here, you know," Harry said cheerfully as - he cut open a roll.
-"What could I do when you practically begged me to?" Snape said evenly, "And then - you fell asleep on my desk. You were practically purring like a kitten."
-"I was not," Harry objected though not as vehemently as he once would have. "You - just didn't want me to leave. In fact, you would probably move me here permanently if - you could find a good excuse."
-Snape snorted. "And have a messy Gryffindor disturb my peaceful mornings?" he - asked sardonically, "Where do I sign up?"
-"You call me messy?" Harry asked, "You can't even keep your bookshelves - in order."
-"What?" Snape asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
-Harry peered at the misbehaving bookshelf. "Honestly, putting 'Moste Potente - Potions' in the middle of those Herbology books seems off, doesn't it?"
-Snape followed Harry's gaze and muttered in annoyance under his breath as he got - up to fix the discrepancy. Harry smiled knowingly, stealing the newspaper to see if - anything of import happened.
-There were more muggle killings and disappearances happening. Nothing near - Hermione's family just yet though.
-"Who do you think is doing this?" Harry asked when Snape took his seat again.
-"I have my suspicions," Snape said, "But I will not be sharing those with - you."
-"Why not?" Harry whined childishly.
-Snape frowned at him. "Would you like some cheese to go with that whine?"
-Harry sneered and took a bite out of his sandwich. "Keeping secrets from me never - works, you know," he said cleverly, "I always find out one way or another. And - without the proper context, I might do something you might consider to be - dangerous."
-"You are incorrigible sometimes, do you know that?" Snape asked in mock anger, - "How many Death Eaters do you need to defeat before you're satisfied?"
-"All but one," Harry replied easily, winking at Snape cheekily.
-"If you're not careful, I'll recruit Ms Granger to keep an eye on you," Snape - said, "Tell her to let me know whenever you put a toe out of line."
-Harry snorted. "Like she would listen."
-"Perhaps not entirely," Snape replied casually, "But I have my ways."
-"Are you implying you would Legilimise her?" Harry asked easily, "Because I don't - believe it for one second."
-"When did I stop instilling fear in you?" Snape growled.
-"I think Alex had a lot to do with that," Harry smiled fondly.
-"Meddling muggle," Snape muttered, "Now finish your breakfast. Classes are almost - starting."
-Harry responded by rapidly stuffing himself with the scrambled eggs he had piled - onto his plate. Snape rolled his eyes and went back to reading his newspaper, - scanning the page that reported an increase in muggles admitted to St. Mungo's.
-It would seem that even with the Dark Lord gone, dark activity was still happening - all around them. With a sigh, he finished his breakfast.
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Chapter 2
-At first, Snape didn't quite know how to respond. Harry was eyeing him - thoughtfully and for a moment, Snape considered if Harry was making a joke. The sense - of apprehension he got from the boy implied otherwise though. Snape opened his mouth - to speak, closed it for a second as if reconsidering, then opened his mouth - again.
-"Are you sure that you know what that entails?" he asked carefully.
-"I know what it means," Harry huffed, "It means that you teach potions, don't you? - At Hogwarts or another school for that matter."
-"It does," Snape said, stroking his chin slightly, "Among other things, of course. - A potions Master might also use their skill in other fields of the magical world such - as healing and scientific research. But am I to understand that teaching is something - you wish to pursue?"
-"It's not like I haven't taught anyone before," Harry argued, "I've taught the - D.A. and if I do say so myself, all of my 'students' did very well. Why do - you think you have such an abundance in your NEWT class this year?"
-"I didn't ask if this was something you would be able to do," Snape countered, "I - am well aware of your success in teaching before. But is it something you - enjoyed?"
-Harry actually smiled at that question. "It was," he admitted, "Very much so, - even. It was amazing to see everyone improve as they did. And to think that I had a - hand in it."
-"As a hired Professor, one would need to attempt to teach every child that sets - foot into Hogwarts," Snape said, "Not only the ones who actually desire to learn your - craft as was the case with the D.A. Is that something you can do?"
-Harry frowned for a moment as he thought that over but he was quick to recover. - "It is," he said, "I would much prefer that over being an Auror."
-Snape's lips quirked upwards ever so slightly but he tried covering that up by - sipping his tea.
-"Very well," he said evenly, "But why potions? You've already established that you - do quite well when teaching defence. You could always go in that direction."
-Harry groaned. "I told you I've had enough of that particular field. Besides, - there's something… calming about brewing potions."
-"You're not saying this to try and please me, are you?" Snape asked suddenly, - "Because you can be whatever you want. Quite literally, I imagine. Who would dare to - turn down Harry Potter?"
-"Oh, stop it," Harry snarled, throwing a biscuit in Snape's general direction, "As - if I would accept any handouts. No, I like potions and I like teaching. I've thought - about this for a while now and I think that this would be a good choice for me."
-"You realize that you will need to catch up on your studies for that to work," - Snape said importantly, "You're about to step into your last year and you haven't - even begun on the development of your Magnum opus yet."
-"What?" Harry asked, suddenly very worried, "Is a thing like that even expected - from students? Isn't there some sort of higher education for that?"
-"Don't worry, Harry," Snape said soothingly, "It's not as if anyone is expecting - you to cure Lycanthropy or something like that."
-Harry snorted. "I should hope not. If the great Severus Snape isn't able to do - that, how am I supposed to?"
-"In any case," Snape interrupted, "You are expected to create something new of - your own. And not the – I apologize for saying this – rather clumsy attempt at an - original potion you created two years ago. You will need to perfect it through trial - and error and not stop when you think it's good enough. Good enough is not perfect - and that's what you need."
-"While that sounds exciting and all," Harry said, "I don't understand why that's - necessary for a teaching job. Did Trelawney have to do something like that for - divination?"
-"I hardly think anyone ever blows up their teacup just by interpreting it - incorrectly," Snape said, "In many of the courses you take at Hogwarts, it is quite - enough to have a basic understanding of the subject. As a Potions Master, however, - you need to be capable to counteract – in an instance's notice – whatever your - students are able to mess up. You have no idea what kind of volatile concoctions can - be created by students haphazardly throwing things in their cauldron. Seemingly at - random!"
-The frustration was evident in Snape's voice and Harry smiled in his hand. At one - time, he had been one of those students.
-"You need to be able to diffuse any situation and correct or heal any wrongdoings. - Evading permanent damage to any student is advisable, even if their own lack of - resolve and focus are the direct cause of their failure."
-"It could always be Slytherins throwing things in other people's cauldrons," Harry - offered.
-"What a silly notion," Snape replied coldly, "That is a very unlikely event. But - even so, that is one more thing you would need to be prepared for. Do you understand - why it is so important to learn everything there is to know about potions? And - knowledge is not enough either. You require a true understanding of the art and that - requires focus and hard work."
-Harry sighed wearily as he envisioned the amount of work that was already laid out - for him. But even when aware of the arduous task in front of him, his resolve did not - falter.
-"I understand," he said, "And I am ready for it. I want to do this."
-"If you are certain," Snape said agreeably, a true smile now on his face.
-"I am," Harry said proudly.
-"You will need a master to guide you over the years to come," Snape continued, "I - presume that it would be satisfactory for myself to take on that role?"
-Harry rolled his eyes at the unnecessary question. "Of course."
-"You will also need to stay at Hogwarts for another year after this one," Snape - said absentmindedly as he started scribbling away on a piece of parchment, "A - specialisation year so to speak."
-"Is that what you did?" Harry asked curiously.
-Snape stopped writing for a moment and regarded Harry carefully. "It was not," he - admitted, "But as you are well aware, I was struggling with more than simply my - education at that point in my life."
-Harry flushed slightly. "Right," he said.
-"But for you, it will work out just fine," Snape said, kindly ignoring Harry's - discomfort. "You need not worry about that just yet, though. You first need to pass - your NEWT's. You will be expected to study independently for a great deal of your - time. And you will be required to share your research with me in order for me to - assist you to the best of my abilities."
-"Does that mean you'll be looking over my shoulder the entire time?" Harry asked - exasperatedly.
-"In the literal sense of the word, no," Snape replied, "But essentially, yes."
-"Wonderful," Harry said sardonically.
-"If not, you can always study something else," Snape said evenly, "But if you wish - to pursue the career of a Potions Master, this is what you need to do. What did you - expect? That you could waltz into Professor Dumbledore's office at the end of your - last year and ask him for a job? It's not that easy."
-"It seems to be that easy for defence," Harry mumbled.
-Snape shot him a devastating look, and Harry quickly realized that Snape had - failed time and time again to land the defence job and had only been able to do so - last year.
-"Right," he said quickly, "Sorry."
-"I assure you that it will not be that easy," Snape said, "So if you wish - to reconsider –"
-"I don't," Harry said quickly, "I'll do it. Tell me what I should do."
-"You will begin – as you have before – by preparing the theorem of what you seek - to create. You are not permitted to start brewing until I have read and approved your - construction."
-"Right," Harry said, "When should I –"
-"I imagine you can think of what it is you wish to pursue already," Snape said, - "But while my library is by no means insignificant, it is of paramount importance - that you use all the knowledge you can possibly acquire in the construction of your - theorem. Therefore, I suggest that you wait until we are back at Hogwarts for you to - actually begin your research."
-"Will I still even need to take classes like transfiguration and charms?" Harry - asked.
-"Naturally, you do," Snape replied, "No knowledge is ever wasted and besides, you - should always wish to keep as many doors open as possible. If you – for some reason – - should have a change of heart at some point and wish to pursue the path of an Auror - once more, I would be most aggrieved to see you deprived of that opportunity simply - because you didn't feel the need to apply yourself in your final year."
-"I could spend more time in private research of I dropped those classes, though," - Harry said.
-"You will do no such thing," Snape snarled, "It doesn't really matter when you - finish your research. There is no time limit, though I do hope you would see fit to - focus enough to finish in a timely fashion. I myself became a Potions Master at the - age of twenty-one."
-"That's hardly fair," Harry pointed out, "Everyone knows that about you. It was an - achievement on its own, so I hear. So you can't possibly expect me to do the - same."
-"My point is that you will continue to do well in your other chosen courses," - Snape said sternly, "Fail to do so, and there will be consequences."
-"And this is why it's hard to have a parent at school," Harry mumbled.
-"You understand that my being your assigned Master would give me the same right of - chastisement," Snape pointed out, "Even more so than it would for a parent. I will - seek discipline and diligence from you as I would from any other apprentice."
-"Have you ever had an apprentice before?" Harry asked at the prompt.
-"No," Snape admitted, "But I've taught plenty of students. I know precisely what - I'm doing."
-At that point, Hedwig flew into the dining room, dropping a letter onto Harry's - plate. She perched on the back of her master's chair, waiting patiently for a few - scraps of bacon.
-"It would appear that your Hogwarts letter has arrived," Snape pointed out.
-"The last one I'll ever get," Harry said mournfully, "Or would I still get one for - this specialisation year you mentioned?"
-"I imagine not," Snape replied, shaking his head, "For I can inform you of the - requirements myself since I will be the one overseeing that year."
-Harry turned his attention to the letter, opening it with a pang of regret as he - glanced at his list of school supplies. His last list. He was officially an adult now - and would soon need to venture into the adult world. Maybe this extra year would end - up being a welcome surprise. He wasn't ready to leave Hogwarts just yet, after all. - One more year was not enough. Not at all.
-"That's odd," Harry frowned when he took a closer look at the list.
-Snape made a questioning sound as he glanced at his copy of 'The Practical - Potioneer' that had also just been delivered.
-"There's a history book on my list," Harry said, 'Connections through the - ages' by Maya Bell," Harry frowned in disgust. "They obviously made a - mistake. I don't take history anymore."
-Snape had an annoyed glint in his eyes, "There's been no mistake. The headmaster - will explain everything at the start of the year."
-Harry frowned but felt that he shouldn't press the matter further.
-"Can I go get my things with Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked, "It'll be the last - chance I'll get."
-"That goes without saying," Snape said, "I too shall come to get the things you - and I both require to get this apprenticeship started.
-"I just hope you won't be too hard on me," Harry chuckled nervously, "I can just - imagine getting the old Snape back just for this occasion."
-"I will treat you fairly but I will also be strict," Snape replied, "I have no - patience for dunderheads as you well know."
-"I know, I know."
-"What?!" Hermione squealed. Harry wasn't sure if she was elated or just plain - upset. "You're taking a specialisation year? That's possible? Why hasn't anyone told - me about this?"
-"Calm yourself, Ms Granger," Snape chided, "You have not heard about this because - it is a rare occurrence. Most students simply graduate and move on with their lives. - Thankfully."
-"But sir!" Hermione replied, her voice trembling with excitement, "If that's a - possibility, I feel like everyone should get that opportunity."
-Snape quirked an expressive eyebrow. "And what specialisation would you have in - mind?"
-"I don't know," Hermione said, "I've never thought about it. I didn't think it - necessary before."
-"Exactly," Snape pointed out, "If and when a student shows the need or desire to - move forward in one particular subject, arrangements may be made for them. But a - student such as yourself, who delights in learning everything rather than focus and - apply herself to one field of study has no need for specialisation."
-"but I could specialize in different courses!" Hermione said eagerly, "Perhaps I - can take two per year for a few more years and then –"
-"Ms Granger," Snape interrupted, "You clearly miss the point of what - specialisation means. Has your third year taught you nothing? Even you cannot - possibly hope to gain that much information in such a short time."
-Hermione's shoulders drooped.
-"I suggest you discuss this with your head of house," Snape finally said, "She - might be able to guide you where you wish to go. But first, you should focus on your - seventh year."
-"Yes, professor," Hermione agreed.
-Ron consoled his now official girlfriend by draping his arm around Hermione's - shoulders and earned himself a coy smile in return. Harry felt a pang of jealousy at - their intimacy and glanced over at Ginny automatically. When he met her gaze, he felt - himself go beat red.
-What was wrong with him? He shook his head to clear his mind of any intrusive - thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
-They were almost done with their shopping. Hermione had commented that their new - history book was one that had only recently been published, which was odd enough in - itself since Binns didn't seem to accept anything new that happened. He had always - used the same old material, never finding the need to upgrade.
-And yet, here they were.
-"Why do you think we've all been signed up for History classes?" Harry asked, - furrowing his brow, "Didn't we get tortured enough during our first five years? I - thought we were done with that horrible class."
-"I don't know, Harry," Hermione said, frowning in confusion herself. "It's - certainly odd that the school would make it mandatory again. Do you think it's been - demanded by the Ministry for some reason?"
-"After Umbridge, I doubt they would try that," Harry said, "On the other hand, I - guess you never know for sure."
-Ron sighed as they stopped in front of the Quidditch supply store
-"I wish that I had a new broom
- The one with the bright yellow plume
- Have to use one from school
- Makes me look like a fool
- I just want my own broom that goes zoom."
"You have only one more year to go, though," Hermione said cleverly, "Wouldn't it - be kind of a waste to get a broom just for that?"
-"So I guess that we don't need to eat
- Or to wear shoes that protect our feet
- When I go up and fly
- Venture out in the sky
- More than anything, I feel complete"
"That's a tad melodramatic, don't you think?" Hermione argued, "You can't possibly - be comparing flying with basic necessities."
-"Either he does or he's influenced by the potion," Harry chuckled, "You know, to - be extra poetic."
-Ron glared angrily at Harry and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, - but closed it again.
-"Go ahead, Ron," Harry urged, laughing, "What's on your mind?"
-Ron whispered in a fierce tone,
-"Professor Snape is a cunt,
- I'm overflowing with want
- To hex his hair blue
- His skin and robes too
- And up his arse conjure a shunt"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed loudly, "Language!"
-"Is Ickle Ronniekins at it again?" Fred asked as he captured Ron's head in a - one-armed embrace
-"Who knew that one could be so poetically rude!" George added happily.
-"Which reminds me Forge,"
-"Do tell, Gred!"
-"We ought to speak to this master of pranks."
-They turned around and walked over to Snape who stood a few feet away, perusing - the list he had written down before.
-"Master!" Fred exclaimed loudly.
-"We bow before your brilliance," George said solemnly as he bowed very deeply, his - arm outstretched in a wholly exaggerated manner.
-"Mr's Weasley," Snape said curtly, glaring all the while as if he hoped that they - would move away just by encountering his fearsome gaze. Unfortunately for him, the - twins were no longer his students and even when they were, they were never afraid of - the Potions Master.
-"We need the recipe to that brilliant potion you constructed," Fred said.
-"We will pay you handsomely for it," George added with a wink.
-Snape snorted in amusement. "You'll have to be more specific, I'm afraid," he - said, "I have created many different potions over the course of my life and I'm sure - I know not of which one you speak." But the twitching of his lips suggested - otherwise.
-"Come now, Professor," Fred said importantly, "You know very well what we're - talking about."
-"Poetic justice," George sighed happily, "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? We - want to sell it at our shop."
-"Can you imagine," Fred said dreamily, "To have an entire class of students who - can only speak in Limericks?"
-"That is not a particularly pleasant idea, Mr Weasley," Snape said icily, "So no, - I don't think I will."
-"Sleep on it, if you would," George said, "We'll gladly give you a percentage of - the profit."
-"Ten per cent will do," Fred said, "As well as bragging rights going to Professor - Severus Snape."
-"Perhaps in another lifetime," Snape replied before stepping forward and joining - his son.
-"Are you quite finished getting your school supplies?" Snape asked.
-"We have everything," Harry replied, chuckling happily as he glanced at his - redheaded friend. Hermione was rolling her eyes and blushing fiercely for some - reason.
-"And how are you today, Mr Weasley?" Snape asked, a sadistic smile on his - lips.
-Ron thought for a while before sighing and answering.
-"I am honestly not very well
- I am constantly tired as hell
- To think of each word
- Is most unpreferred
- Could you please just cast me a spell?"
"Very impressive," Snape smirked, "You will soon be among the most eloquent of - your age group. As for casting a spell, I'm afraid I cannot."
-Ron looked disappointed and even glared at Snape but didn't speak again.
-"There is no spell or antidote to counter the potion," Snape explained, "As I have - told you before. Surely, you have learned by now to not go rummaging through people's - private stashes, haven't you?"
-Ron nodded solemnly.
-"I'm sure it will wear off in a few days," Snape assured him, "And so will the - colour of your hair."
-Ron's face coloured a fierce red which mismatched his now green hair terribly.
-"Harry, I have gotten you the things for your extracurricular brewing," Snape - said, earning himself a subtle glare from Hermione which he chose to ignore.
-"What kind of things?" Harry asked curiously.
-"You will be needing more than two cauldrons," Snape explained, "So I picked up - five more. I also got you a new pair of dragonhide gloves, a set of precisely - accurate scales, stirrers of each kind of material and cutting tools. I also didn't - neglect to set you up with at least the more basic of ingredients as well as some of - the rarer ones that I'm sure you'll be able to use. And if not, I am certain that I - can use them for myself."
-"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, "That's really great. But you didn't have to do that."
-"Don't be ridiculous," Snape huffed, "Of course I did." He handed the shrunken - packages to Harry who put them away in his pockets.
-"Now was there anywhere else you wanted to go?" Snape asked, "Or could we possibly - go home now?"
-Harry gave his friends a longing glance but was also eager to inspect the wares - Snape had bought for him. Maybe, he could even get some ideas going about what he was - going to make. He would see his friends soon enough. And Ginny – who had been tagging - along somewhat abashedly – would also be there.
-"We can go," he said.
-"Would you want to join us for dinner?" Snape asked Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
-Ron frowned.
-"Coming over is always a thrill
- But this time I don't think I will
- Don't trust your food
- And I'm not in the mood
- I'd sooner go dine in Brazil"
"What an odd thing to say," Snape teased. "Very well. As you wish. Shall we go, - Harry?"
-Harry hugged Hermione and Ginny – lingering just a tad too long in Ginny's embrace - – and clapped Ron encouragingly on the shoulder.
-"Hang in there, mate," he said in mock sadness, "This too shall pass."
-As Harry glanced over his shoulder, he saw Hermione laughing at Ron's antics while - Ginny looked away as if she had been caught staring.
-"I've noticed you've taken quite an interest in young Ms Weasley," Snape mentioned - out of the blue. Harry felt himself flush and quickly looked away.
-"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled.
-"Don't you?" Snape jibed, "It's a shame because I've also noticed that she seems - rather fond of you."
-Harry shrugged, not really ready to share any intimate details of his love life - just yet.
-"I do hope that you're being careful. If not –"
-"Nope!" Harry interrupted, forming a makeshift cross with his two index fingers - and pointing them at Snape. "We are not having this discussion! And most certainly - not in the middle of the street. Nope, nope, nope!"
-Snape rolled his eyes but grinned good-naturedly.
-"Come on," he said, "We're flooing back. And then we can talk."
-Did you guys like it? I really screwed myself over, giving Ron that potion,
- didn't I? Haha.
- I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to update. I'm going to an amusement park, you
- see.
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Chapter 20
-Since Harry was basically told that he would be able to get started on his potion - soon, he became increasingly anxious to go to his next Occlumency lesson. He was - nearly there and he honestly couldn't wait.
-And yet, it wasn't until the next weekend that Harry received a note from Snape. - He was brewing some blood replenishing potion for the infirmary while Hedwig snoozed - on his shoulder when the glow of Harry's cuff startled him somewhat. He finished his - stirring pattern and looked at the message.
-"Come to my quarters."
-Harry frowned. It was very short and to the point, even for Snape. He looked at - his potion and sighed. It was probably for the best that he didn't keep the man - waiting. He put a stasis spell on the cauldron and brought Hedwig back over to her - perch.
-"Will you keep an eye out for me, girl?" he said, "No one is to touch the potion, - alright?"
-Hedwig hooted softly in response and Harry stroked her feathers a couple of times - before leaving. If he was lucky, this would be about Occlumency. It was a good thing - that he was already in the dungeons. He took a couple of right turns and one left - before finding himself in front of that familiar door again. He opened it and walked - inside, finding Snape sitting in the middle of the room. The furniture was swept to - the sides again which gave Harry pause. Why would Snape think that necessary - again?
-"Severus?" Harry said, disturbing the man's train of thought. He looked up and - fixed Harry with a rather grim stare. Harry frowned but automatically stepped forward - to sit in front of the man.
-"What's going on?" he asked.
-Snape regarded him for a short while before replying. "You are very close to - mastering Occlumency," Snape said evenly. His voice was devoid of all emotion and - gave Harry the shudders. When was the last time he had talked to Harry that way? - "I've been thinking about what I would need to do to get you to cross that line. To - give you that final nudge."
-Harry swallowed nervously but nodded.
-"As I've explained before, using the 'Drink of Despair' is out of the question and - will be for a very long time," Snape continued stoically, "Which doesn't leave me - with a whole lot of options."
-Harry wanted to reply with a joke or a sardonic comment to lighten the mood but he - didn't dare to. He knew that right now, Snape would not appreciate those kinds of - efforts. So once more, he simply nodded.
-"In fact, I only have one option left," Snape said, a sense of finality in his - voice, "I need to attack your mind."
-Harry blinked. "As in, really attack me?" Harry asked, "With the intention to do - damage?"
-"Exactly so," Snape replied. "You are a student that learns exceptionally well - when under stress. Your abilities develop as you need them. Not only that, but we've - reached a stage in your training that cannot be overcome without experience."
-"But why you?" Harry asked, not looking forward to being attacked by his father. - "Why can't Dumbledore do it?"
-"Professor Dumbledore – while a powerful and accomplished Occlumens – has not ever - used his skills of the mind to attack someone," Snape explained, "He is fully capable - of sneaking into someone's mind to look for thoughts and memories without the victim - ever realizing he was there. But he could never be as forceful as you would need him - to be."
-Harry frowned as he averted his gaze to look at his hands. There were potion - stains on them.
-"Harry," Snape said, his voice somewhat softer. "I will remind you one last time - that you don't need to do this. You can always decide to change your research though - I must admit that it would be very useful for you to master Occlumency."
-Harry shivered in the cold dungeon air. He noticed that there was no fire burning - in the hearth.
-"What are you going to do exactly?" Harry asked quietly.
-"I will assault your mind," Snape explained. "I will attempt to bring forth the - most terrible of memories and thoughts as well as fabricate my own. You are supposed - to fight me. Keep me out. Unravel my fabrications and tethers before they draw you - in."
-Harry's chest grew tighter as he considered Snape's words. He really didn't want - to do this but on the other hand, he simply had to master Occlumency.
-"Do you need time to consider?" Snape asked.
-Harry shook his head. If he took the time to think about this, he would probably - only grow more and more hesitant to go through with it. He could already hear - Hermine's voice, telling him that it was a bad idea and that there just had to be - another way.
-"I'll do it," Harry said. His voice was trembling and his palms were sweaty. If - this would have been an actual duel, Harry wouldn't even mind if Snape attacked to - injure. Because he was confident in his own abilities. But this truly scared - him.
-"Very well," Snape said, getting up from the floor and taking out his wand. - "Rise," he said, "This is a duel, not a tea party."
-Begrudgingly, Harry got up from the floor and faced Snape. The man's eyes were - cold and dark, not a speck of emotion betraying his thoughts. Harry did his best to - do the same and cleared his mind.
-"Legilimens!"
-It was almost as if Snape physically punched him, that time. Harry stumbled a few - steps back but did his best to stand his ground. His shields were still holding - strong. He fixed Snape with a defiant glare, spreading his legs somewhat so his - stance felt more solid.
-Snape flicked his wand and Harry felt that same blow again. Reflexively, he raised - his arm but this time, that would not help him. His shields didn't falter, though and - Harry wondered when Snape would become serious.
-Another wand flick and another blow. Harry knew what was coming and endured the - hit unflinchingly this time. He checked his shields and knew that Snape hadn't even - scratched them. He couldn't stop himself from smirking.
-"I think it's time you become serious," he taunted, "Because you're not getting - through."
-Snape's expression remained unchanged. His emotions were clearly walled off and - the man exuded nothing but his well-known persona. One of cool collectedness. Harry's - smile faltered somewhat but he remained focused, awaiting the next blow.
-Just when he thought that this was going to be nothing more than a test of his own - endurance, he became aware of a sharp pain near his temple. He frowned and touched - the spot with his hand, only to encounter unblemished skin.
-"Damn," he murmured when he realized Snape was trying to get in. He focused his - attention on strengthening the wall again when he was hit with another blow. Harry - stumbled somewhat closer to the stone dungeon wall and before he could regain his - balance, another blow connected, followed by another. And another.
-Soon, Harry was backed up against the wall, holding himself up with one hand.
-"Just a moment," he breathed but Snape didn't relent. He took a few menacing steps - towards Harry, swishing his wand at his target. Harry braced himself but couldn't - keep part of his shields from shattering. He was surprised at how much it hurt and - gasped when he became aware of the pain.
-Snape had gotten in. His presence was familiar yet much darker than it had ever - been. He was no longer a subtle hitchhiker in Harry's mind but rather a powerful - intruder that relished in kicking in doors and smashing windows as he blazed - through.
-Harry tried throwing him out. He tried catching him but Snape was faster.
-Suddenly, he was thrown in a memory of his childhood, practically falling as he - landed hard in his own mind.
-"You're a worthless freak!" Vernon yelled as he lifted Harry's head by his hair. - He couldn't have been more than five. "You're as useless as your parents were. Why - don't you just crawl into a ditch and die?"
-"Please Uncle," Harry heard himself plead, "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
-When Vernon's fist connected with his jaw, he could feel the splitting pain that - accompanied the breaking of bone. He cried.
-"You dare cry," Vernon snarled and he threw Harry into the cupboard. "Stay in - there until you're done snivelling, freak. Or I'll really give you something - to whine about."
-And then he was engulfed by the darkness of his cupboard.
-The scene swirled and Harry was thrown into the graveyard, the dead body of Cedric - lying beside him. His wand was in his hand and Voldemort was in front of him, - brandishing his own.
-"Stop it," Harry thought, "This isn't real."
-If he had expected Snape to respond, he was sorely disappointed. It was very clear - that Snape was not his friend right now. And Harry could not consider him as - such.
-"Avada Kedavra!"
-Harry dodged the curse and hid behind a gravestone. Desperately, he calmed - himself, searching for the mist that hung around the memory. He ignored the laughter - of the death eaters around him and tried to focus when Voldemort suddenly stood - before him.
-"Crucio," he hissed.
-That all too familiar blinding pain coursed through Harry's body. He tried to - remember that none of it was real but his body seemed very convinced that it was. - Eventually, he couldn't help himself. He screamed. It was then that Voldemort lifted - the curse and sneered down at him.
-Harry breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, trying to forget his - surroundings.
-"Stop," he thought, willing the memory to stop playing. Soon, the sounds - around him stilled and he opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the mists of - his mind. Gratefully, he used them as he had learned and shaped the way out of the - memory. It faded and Harry found himself in darkness.
-For a moment, he wondered if he was back in the cupboard but then he realized that - he wasn't in a memory. Another blow hit him and Harry was aware of his body stumbling - and his elbow knocking into something hard. Possibly the wall. He dared not divert - his attention though.
-It was time to find the intruder and kick him out.
-Another sharp pain near the back of his head notified Harry of where Snape was. He - was vaguely aware of the man ripping through his memories in what appeared to be a - blind fury. He tore viciously at the ones that were buried away. It almost felt as if - the man were tearing Harry's skin if such a thing was possible.
-Harry quickly focused on the area that was under attack and resurfaced there. The - unwelcome presence didn't halt his actions and kept cutting through everything that - made up Harry.
-Harry focused all of his attention on Snape's consciousness and willed it - backwards. As soon as he did, the dark presence was flung into the near distance and - the sharp pain subsided. Harry regarded his adversary carefully, wondering what he - was supposed to do next.
-Another blow from the physical realm rattled him and he lost focus for just a - split second. It had been enough, though.
-Harry found himself expelled from the battle in his mind and fell roughly to the - floor. Before he realized what happened, he expelled the contents of his stomach all - over the floor. He felt shaky and drained, trying to right himself on wobbly arms. He - wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at Snape.
-"Please stop," he urged but he found no mercy in Snape's eyes. The man flicked his - wand and Harry flinched away but to no avail. He was lurched back into the depths of - his own mind and gasped sharply when more pain hammered his brain.
-Suddenly, Harry found himself engulfed in a dark blue that was almost black. The - air around him trembled and moved in the pattern of waves if more slowly. The ground - was not solid enough to support Harry's weight and soon his feet were swallowed by it - as if he stood in quicksand. He couldn't break free.
-Dark mists swirled all around him, teasing him. Stroking him, gently. Where it - touched him, it burned him. Feelings of hopeless overcame him. He was reminded of how - unloved he truly was. No one wanted him. It had gone so far that the Professor that - hated him the most of all ended up adopting him. He was a freak. A tragedy. He was - the reason his parents died. The reason Cedric died. Sirius. Grief weighed on him - heavily, pulling him down.
-Harry fell to his hands and knees and was only vaguely aware of the darkness - swallowing them up.
-'Nobody wants you, boy,' echoed the voice of his uncle.
-'You bring death wherever you go,' Petunia shrieked in horror.
-'I wish you were more like your father,' Sirius said woefully.
-'You are an arrogant and spoiled little brat,' Snape sneered.
-'Just die.'
-'Die.'
-'Why can't you die already?'
-'People would be better off with you gone.'
-'Die.'
-'Go die in a ditch, why don't you?'
-"I want to die."
-"…"
-"…"
-"…"
-'I really admire you, do you know that?'
-'Thank you, Harry."
-'I am proud of you.'
-'We're with you, Harry. No matter what happens.'
-'The ones that love us never really leave us.'
-'I love you, son.'
-Determination flooded Harry's mind and the darkness that had surrounded him only - moments before, now quickly turned light as a shockwave seemed to emanate from - Harry's being. His limbs were no longer being sucked up by the ground and he rose - again, empowered by the memories of his loved ones.
-He felt another blast connect with his physical form and thought he tasted - blood.
-"Get out," Harry growled. He felt his mind connect roughly with the - invading presence. He struggled with Snape's powerful existence as it pushed back - against him.
-BANG
-Harry wasn't sure where the sound had come from but didn't think it came from - within. He was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in his head that wasn't there - before.
-"I said get out!" Harry snarled again, not sure if he said the words - aloud. He put all the strength he could muster into one final push and was thrown - back into reality as was Snape. And yet, he wasn't entirely gone. Harry could still - feel a part of Snape hiding in the back of his mind. A tether if you will. Harry - narrowed his eyes as he stared Snape down. The infuriating man still didn't show a - shred of emotion.
-"I know you're still in here," Harry said icily, "Are you going to withdraw or do - I need to drag you out?"
-A flick of Snape's wand was his answer and Harry felt another blow. This time it - seemed to come from within his head and he grabbed at it as if to stop it from - splitting open. It hurt so much. The pain was practically on par with the Cruciatus - curse.
-"AAAAAH, you BASTARD," Harry screamed. But Snape didn't relent. Soon, Harry found - himself kneeling on the ground, still grabbing his head as he folded into himself. - Whatever had remained in his stomach, found its way to the floor then.
-Harry crashed to the ground, black dots marring his vision as he tried desperately - to ignore the pain, to ignore his own screams. He didn't think he would last much - longer before he would literally go insane.
-It took every bit of willpower he still had but he occluded inside himself and - re-joined Snape on the battlefield that was his own mind. This time, he would get rid - of him. This time, he would prevail. He had to.
-He ignored Snape, for now, biting through the pain. He knew his physical form was - writhing on the floor in agony but he calmed his mind. He sought sanctuary.
-He found himself back in that white room, the crimson couch still waiting for him. - The pain was gone and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had created a tether in the - form of an old fashioned television set and sat down stoically to have a direct view - of the havoc that was being wreaked upon his mind.
-Emotionless, he watched as Snape tore through another memory, attempting to - implement it. To alter it. With a nod of his head, Harry made the memory disappear - and watched as Snape stood there in apparent confusion. But not for long. He moved - forward, attempting to cause more damage but Harry made a gesture as if he were - roughly opening a curtain. The form of Snape was propelled backwards and was flung - into an imaginary wall.
-He wrenched himself free and stood there for a second as if he was trying to - concentrate. He was most likely looking for Harry. When he looked up to meet Harry's - gaze, the boy knew he had been found. And yet, he didn't fear the dark man. Not in - here.
-Without faltering, he started to form a ball with his hands, his eyes never - leaving Snape as the man seemed to be focusing. Staring.
-Slowly, he brought his cupped hands closer together until he noticed the form of - Snape crouch down, lifting an arm above his head as if to shield himself. Harry did - not relent for Snape had not done so either. His hands came even closer together and - the form of Snape became smaller and smaller as it curled into itself. Harry didn't - want to go too far. He simply wanted to push Snape to his limits.
-And then, suddenly, Snape's presence disappeared and he was gone. Harry - strengthened his shields and double-checked that there was no more trace of the - Potions Master to be found. Soon, he was satisfied that there wasn't.
-He thought it was all over when he felt the walls of his minds quake and shudder - under the heavy assault that was brought forth by Snape. But Harry knew, he would not - be breached. No more.
-Calmly, he turned off the old television that was his tether and exited the room - that had saved him once more. When the assault still posed no problems - despite - Snape's furious attempts - Harry thought it safe enough to leave his own mind and - face the master Legilimens once more.
-When Harry became aware of his surroundings, he found himself to still be lying on - the floor. His body ached all over and he felt sick to his stomach. Yet he could not - deny the sense of calm that had come over him and was still there.
-He forced himself to stand up, ignoring his wobbly knees and faced Snape. The man - was staring him down expressionlessly and Harry returned his gaze as stoically as he - could. Snape flicked his wand again and again and while Harry could feel the force of - those blows hit his walls mercilessly, he knew they would not collapse. He simply - stood his ground and showed no more reaction.
-After a few more very tense minutes, Snape finally lowered his wand, sighing - deeply as he rubbed his forehead.
-"Are you okay?" Harry stammered, trying his best not to collapse onto himself.
-Snape shot him a disbelieving look and summoned a chair to stand behind his - son.
-"Sit down," he ordered. Harry didn't need to be told twice and basically crashed - into the chair, happy to be somewhat comfortable again. Snape vanished the vomit that - stained his floor and summoned his own chair, sitting down opposite of Harry.
-And so they sat in an uncomfortable silence until Snape spoke again.
-"I'm so sorry," he said quietly. "That was… harder than I imagined it would - be."
-Harry snorted. "I'll say," he said, "I'll take being tortured by Voldemort any day - over this." He touched the back of his head that still felt somewhat sore and winced - when it stung. Confused, he drew back his hand to find it stained with blood.
-"You hit your head against the wall," Snape explained. Non-verbally, he summoned a - couple of potions from his storage room. "I'll clean it up. Just turn your chair - somewhat so I might reach the wound."
-Harry obeyed and sat there as Snape started cleaning the wound. "It doesn't look - that bad," Snape murmured, "You'll be fine by tomorrow."
-"I never realized just how much you were holding back before," Harry suddenly - said, "In our previous Occlumency lessons, I mean."
-"I doubt you would have learned much if I had attacked you like this since the - beginning," Snape said evenly.
-"I'd probably be dead," Harry said truthfully. Snape halted his movement for a - second but continued soon after.
-"I would never kill you, Harry," Snape said softly.
-"Perhaps not," Harry replied, happy that he wasn't looking into Snape's eyes at - that moment. "But for a moment, I wanted to do it myself."
-"I know," Snape whispered, "I'm sorry."
-"Were you the one who… you, know."
-"Brought forth the more pleasant memories?" Snape finished Harry's question. "No, - I did not. I was playing my role as the villain in this particular battle. Aiding you - in that manner would have been detrimental to your progress."
-"Oh," Harry replied, "Then what happened?"
-"Your mind defended itself," Snape explained, "It sprung into action when you felt - at your absolute lowest. You know yourself best of all, even when you're unaware of - it. Your mind knew how to bring you back from the brink of despair and thankfully did - so."
-"Why has it never done that before?" Harry murmured bitterly.
-"This is not a normal response, Harry," Snape said, putting a hand on his son's - shoulder, "This is the response of an Occlumens. Of one who has been in contact with - his mind and is aware of its inner workings. And it only worked out that way because - these feelings were no longer what you normally felt. Had you still been as - depressed, your mind would not have picked up the anomaly. But now, it protected - you."
-Harry drew a shuddering breath as he stared at his quivering hands. Some of his - nails were bloody and chipped as if he had been clawing at a hard surface. The floor - perhaps? He had been in so much pain.
-"You're scary powerful," Harry suddenly blurted out, "Why don't you just use - Legilimency to do in with your enemies? They wouldn't stand a chance."
-Snape chuckled wryly. "While powerful, it is not something I like to do at all. - Not only is it very straining, but it is also an incredibly emotional ordeal. - Especially when dealing with someone who has been through as much as you have."
-"I'm sorry," Harry said automatically.
-Snape moved his chair to sit in front of Harry again and looked him in the eye. - "Don't say that, silly child," he said, "You've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've - done splendidly."
-Even when still suffering from the side effects of the vicious attack, Harry's - face lit up. "Do you mean to say –"
-"Yes," Snape said, "You've passed this test rather admirably. I hereby grant you - permission to start brewing that potion. There are however a few conditions."
-Harry frowned slightly. "Okay," he said carefully, "And what are those?"
-"First of all, I will be testing your shields regularly. Occlumency is a skill you - need to maintain and if I find them lacking, I will halt your progress on the potion - until I deem it safe again."
-"Sounds reasonable," Harry said, "When will you be testing me?"
-"I will be testing you randomly to ensure that your grasp is still firm," Snape - explained, "I will also speak with Dumbledore and ask him to do the same."
-"It will be nothing like today though, right?" Harry asked, shuddering at the - thought.
-"No," Snape sighed, "Nothing like today. Not ever again."
-"Good," Harry said in relief, "So, what else?"
-"Whenever you test the potion, I need to be present," Snape said, "I will not have - you drinking it with no one to help you should something go wrong."
-"That's fair," Harry said.
-"Those are my two conditions," Snape said, "I'm sure even you will be able to - follow those rules."
-"Thanks," Harry said, flashing Snape a smile that he did not expect to receive - after the trying ordeal they had both endured that day. It only proved just how much - Harry trusted Snape. If he was entirely honest with himself, he knew he had nearly - been on the breaking point himself. It was only lucky that Harry had managed to save - himself when he did or Snape would have stopped the test altogether. Perhaps, he - should learn to trust Harry a bit more as well. After all, the boy kept surprising - him and would probably continue to do so.
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-Chapter 21
-If one had thought that Harry's last Occlumency lesson was a reason for him and - Snape to be standoffish towards one another, they would be wrong. For some reason, - the harsh experience had forged an understanding between the two that brought them - even closer together.
-While Harry absolutely loved working on potions, he loved it, even more, to do so - besides Snape.
-"I'll let you in on a secret," Snape told Harry as the boy was about to start - crushing his marigold flowers.
-Harry looked up from what he was doing and watched as Snape filled a bowl with - lukewarm water.
-"Even the freshest of potions ingredients have had to endure at least a few hours - outside of their natural habitat," Snape explained, "Most flowers – for example – - will have already started dying since they are no longer connected to their - stem."
-Snape took the marigold flowers from Harry and carefully placed them into the - bowl. "If you allow them to soak up some water before you process them, the result - will be that much better with less chance of outside contamination."
-Harry watched as the petals of the flowers – that had started to curl slightly – - straightened out again. The dryness that had begun to set in was vanishing before his - eyes and the colour of the pollen tubes seemed to be restoring. "There is no way that - you made this happen with just water," Harry noted.
-"All it takes is lukewarm water and perhaps just a touch of magic," Snape - said.
-"I thought magic could really mess up a potion," Harry noted.
-"It can," Snape agreed, "When used callously at least. Most of my students – even - those in my N.E.W.T. class – are unable to fully grasp the effects magic can have on - potions so I just forbid them from using any besides the mandatory spells. However - -"
-With a flick of his wand, Snape removed the revigorated flowers from the water, - carefully placing them in front of his charge. The petals seemed to throb with life - as the droplets slid down from them. They were so much more beautiful than they had - been only moments before.
-" – The right amount of magic, precisely distributed among the ingredients that - can benefit from them can produce wonderful results."
-Harry smiled fondly as he listened to Snape's explanation. The Potions Master - didn't often explain new things to Harry anymore but when he did, it was always with - a careful reverence that motivated Harry into doing even better.
-"That's amazing," Harry said, "And so subtle, too."
-Snape chuckled. "Sometimes, the most useful and beautiful magic is not obvious or - dazzling. Sometimes, all it takes is a small push."
-"Do you think I could do that too?" Harry asked hopefully.
-"If I didn't, I wouldn't have shown you this," Snape replied, "You have a very - firm grasp on your magic. I'm certain you don't require me to tell you how talented - you are. All you need to learn is to be more precise, like a surgeon handling a - scalpel."
-Harry looked at Snape funnily. "It's easy to forget that you grew up in a muggle - neighbourhood once we're back at Hogwarts," he said, "But then you say things like - that."
-"And?" Snape asked, "If the analogy works and helps you understand, I see no - reason not to use it."
-"Thanks for the vote of confidence, in any case," Harry said, grabbing his mortar - and pestle to start crushing the flowers. "Will you practice this with me later?"
-"As long as no one earns themselves detention with me within the next hour or so, - I would be amenable to that."
-After Harry was done crushing the flowers, he grabbed the vulture tongues he had - ordered, carefully slicing them to bits.
-"Christmas is almost around the corner," Harry pointed out.
-"So it is," Snape replied casually as he went back to stirring a potion in one - cauldron while he added parsley to another.
-"Are we going back to Spinner's End this year?" Harry asked. Hedwig had flown over - to his station again and was now sitting comfortably on his cauldron. He hadn't - started the fire yet since he was still preparing his ingredients.
-"That was my intention," Snape said, "Unless you would rather stay here?"
-"No, I want to go," Harry replied, now sliding the white clovers closer to him. "I - was just wondering – since no one is really trying to kill me this year – if I could - have my friends over for Christmas. Will that water work for my other flowers?"
-"Yes, it will," Snape replied, "And I don't think your friends' families will want - their children away from them for Christmas. Is my company not sufficient for - you?"
-Harry flushed somewhat, fearing that he had insulted his father and sputtered his - denial: "Of course it is," he said, "I didn't mean it like that! I just thought - –"
-Harry scowled when he caught sight of the amused smirk on Snape's face. "Git," he - growled.
-"If you wish for it, you can ask them," Snape finally said, "But I wouldn't count - on it. Especially not when it comes to Mr Weasley."
-Harry carefully lowered the white clovers into the water and watched as they too - grew full of life once more.
-"It's a shame you can't do this with people," he murmured.
-"Of course you can," Snape said evenly. "Those flowers haven't died yet. They just - needed a hand."
-"Can I burn them with magic or should I use a normal fire?" Harry asked once he - retrieved the white clovers.
-"You want to burn them?" Snape frowned.
-"Yes," Harry said, "The ashes of the flowers should be absorbed by the potion - rather quickly."
-"Hmm," Snape said, "While true, don't you think they might spread out too quickly - in the form of ashes? This might cause a delay in the reaction which I assume you - wish to avoid."
-"Er…" Harry hesitated. He hadn't thought of that.
-Snape looked at the rest of Harry's ingredients and grabbed the jar of honey that - stood among them. "If you're planning on using honey, why not coat the ashes with - it?" he suggested, "That way, they'll stick together long enough and you won't need - to readjust your calculations."
-"Brilliant," Harry smiled, "That's why you're the Master, I suppose."
-"What are you going to use for a base?" Snape asked as he went back to his own - cauldrons once more.
-"For now, I'm going to use plain water," Harry said, "Perhaps laced with rose - water from the Rosa Mystica but I want to try without it first."
-"I advise you to try without it at first as well," Snape said, "I fear that - that particular flower might be too specific for your wishes."
-"Perhaps," Harry said, finally filling his cauldron with water and placing it on a - strong fire. "Well, wish me luck."
-"You don't need luck," Snape snorted, "You have me."
-Harry playfully rolled his eyes but smiled fondly.
-Roughly two hours later, Harry was staring into his cauldron, his expression a mix - of exhilaration and apprehension.
-"How is it coming along?" Snape asked. He was drying his hands with a cloth, - having just cleaned up his work station.
-"It should be nearly done, but I get the feeling that something is missing," Harry - said. He grabbed his notes once more and checked them over, clicking his tongue as he - thought things over. Suddenly, he was disturbed by Hedwig's screech. Harry looked at - her as she was nudging a cloth bag that contained bay leaves.
-"Ugh, I'm so stupid," Harry suddenly said, grabbing the bag. "Thanks, Hedwig. I - can't believe I nearly forgot the bay leaves."
-He carefully picked out three bay leaves, inspecting them for any anomalies before - tossing them in. As they dissolved into the slightly acidic concoction, the potion - turned into an emerald green.
-"Of course it would look Slytherin green," Harry snorted.
-"Let it cool off for a while," Snape said, "I realize you're looking forward to - testing this potion but it wouldn't do to have you scalding your throat in the - process."
-"What am I, five?" Harry said, "I know not to drink boiling liquids, dad."
-"Oh, cheeky now are we?" Snape said, raising a sardonic eyebrow. "Just sit down - and I can show you how to imbue magic responsibly."
-Eager to learn, Harry took a seat as requested and sat attentively with folded - hands as he watched Snape refill the bowl with water.
-"At first, you should practice with your wand," Snape said, "But the result is - much nicer if you manage the magic wandlessly. It is far more natural that way and - the ingredients will react better to it."
-"Now," Snape said, "Every creature alive oozes magic, even muggles, animals and - plants."
-Snape laughed at Harry's surprised look but held up a hand to stop his question. - "I know how it sounds but listen. Magic is imbued within our own lifeforce. It tells - our bodies to do mundane things like healing wounds, growing hair and the likes. Have - you ever heard of mothers suddenly being able to lift heavy loads when their child is - in danger? Loads they would normally never be able to lift? That is made possible - with that same magic, even if very rarely."
-"Only a select few people are actually born with enough magical power to control - and use it. But when we use magic to – for example – heal a muggle, or even use the - Cruciatus curse on them, we make use of the magic already inside of them and make our - own react to it. The same happens when we make a plant grow or befriend an otherwise - vicious animal."
-"How about an object?" Harry asked, "We can transform a needle into a matchstick - and I'm certain neither of those is alive."
-"That is magic you perform on an object, not with," Snape explained, "A reparo - would not work on a broken bone just like an Episkey wouldn't work on glasses. The - one works with the magic in a being while the other just makes things happen to an - object. You can't invade an object's mind or torture it with the Cruciatus. You can't - befriend a rock."
-"So there is no one born without it?" Harry asked.
-"There are some," Snape said, "These people are exceedingly rare and are often - used as guinea pigs by wizards and witches when found. They are never able to perform - magic but they are also impervious to all three Unforgivables as well as most other - spells."
-"So you can't harm them with magic?" Harry asked in amazement.
-"You can," Snape replied thoughtfully, "But not directly. A cutting curse will not - work but an Incendio will because the fire you create is all natural as soon as it - leaves your wand. The same goes for blasting curses and the like. As long as the - effect on the person's body is derived from the spell instead of a direct - effect."
-"But what if –"
-"Harry, we have gone way off subject," Snape suddenly chuckled, "My point is that - everyone has innate magic and it is this magic that I need you to control."
-"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
-"Because it communicates with the surrounding life forms on their level."
-"I think I get it," Harry said, feeling a sense of profound connection after - learning this new bit of information. It was almost overwhelming. "That's - amazing."
-"The meditative skills you learned while practising Occlumency will help greatly - as you attempt to use said magic which is why I have no doubt that you'll be able to - do this.
-"How do I find where it is?" Harry asked.
-"If you will allow me to, I can join you in your mind once more and guide you to - where this magic usually sleeps." Snape sounded doubtful, as if he didn't think Harry - would ever allow him to come that close again. But the boy surprised him, as he often - did.
-"Sounds great," Harry said honestly, sounding somewhat relieved, "If you'll help - me find it, I'm sure I can get the hang of this."
-Snape smiled and glanced over at Harry's potion, noticing that it had stopped - smoking.
-"It would appear that your potion cooled down. Would you prefer to try that first - or would you rather we venture into your mind before that?"
-Quickly, Harry got up from his seat. "Oh, I'm testing my potion first," he said, - "I've been waiting for months to do this."
-Snape chuckled. "I thought as much. Go on then."
-Harry carefully measured what he deduced would be one portion and filled a vial - with it. He noticed that Snape did the same and raised an eyebrow at him but Snape - simply smirked as if challenging him to say something.
-"Well, bottom's up!" Harry said before downing the emerald green liquid. The first - thing he noticed was that it tasted beyond foul. It was somewhat sour as if he was - drinking old-sock-soup but with a hint of old cigarette buds. He grimaced and - scrunched up his nose in disgust.
-"Well that was the worst thing I've ever tasted," Harry groaned.
-"Do you feel different?" Snape asked.
-"Not really," Harry frowned. He looked at his hands to see if anything was - changing, then tried taking in his surroundings as if expecting to see the ghosts of - his parents walk in at any moment. Nothing happened for a while until Hedwig started - screeching viciously and flew up, anxiously making her way to Snape to nestle on his - shoulder.
-Snape – who was sitting in a chair near the edge of the room – was slightly - perturbed by the owl's sudden need for comfort but ignored it. Then the sounds began. - Harry recognized the sound of wailing. It was as if it was coming from somewhere in - the far distance but from multiple places at once.
-Snape frowned when he too heard the sounds. Harry's potion was supposed to work on - a different plain of sorts. An outer-body kind of experience if you will. Whatever - was happening now, Snape was not supposed to be a part of it. Hedwig buried her head - under his wing, shuffling even closer to Snape. Absentmindedly, Snape stroked her - feathers reassuringly as he kept a close eye on Harry.
-The wailing grew louder still and seemed to be approaching rapidly. Harry wondered - if whatever he was hearing was going to collide with him and thought of seeking - shelter. That was a silly thought though since he was the one that took the potion so - instead, he held his wand at the ready and waited.
-Even though both Snape and Harry were expecting something to happen, they both - jumped when the room was suddenly swarming with ghosts. And not just any ghosts. All - of the Hogwarts ghosts seemed to suddenly be converging on this exact spot.
-"Severus," the bloody baron sneered, "What is the meaning of this, boy?"
-"Don't look at me, baron," Snape replied evenly, "It's Mr Potter that - summoned you all here."
-"Harry!" Moaning Myrtle whined, "Why would you do that? I was quietly reliving my - death in my bathroom stall when YOU RUINED IT!"
-"Sorry, Myrtle," Harry said, holding up his hands in defence, "I promise this was - not my intention."
-"Well, I'm leaving!" Myrtle yelled and attempted to float through the ceiling when - she was stopped by an invisible barrier. "Harry, let me GO!" she shrieked.
-"I can't!" Harry said, "It's this potion. We'll have to wait until it wears - off."
-"How marvellous," the fat friar said, "It's positively wonderful to have such a - young potioneer in our midst. Tell me, child, was this your intended effect?"
-"Honestly," the grey lady interjected, "Intended or not, this is highly unusual - and most obnoxious. I demand to be released immediately."
-"That's odd," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else.
-"What is, Harry?" Nick asked him kindly, showing remarkable restraint.
-"I don't see Peeves anywhere," Harry said. "Isn't he a ghost?"
-"Not exactly," Nick explained, "He's a manifestation. That's slightly different. - He came with Hogwarts, so to speak."
-"May I ask how you were all drawn here?" Harry asked, already furiously scribbling - away on a piece of parchment. "Did you feel compelled to do so or did it feel more - like a physical pull."
-"You dare use us for your experimentation?" The bloody baron howled, "You think we - haven't more important business to attend to simply because we are deceased?"
-"And whose fault is that?" the Grey Lady asked, "If it weren't for you, I would - not be in this mess."
-"Calm down everyone," the fat friar said, "We are the resident ghosts in a school - and we should be thankful that the students are trying to learn."
-"I was a student myself," Myrtle complained, "But I got no help. From the living - or THE DEAD!" She started wailing and hid in Harry's cauldron.
-"To answer your question," Nick suddenly replied, "It felt as if I was being - pulled here by a large fishing hook."
-The other ghosts now started joining in and telling their own tales of how they - felt they were drawn there while Harry scribbled furiously. Snape watched it all - unfold while he absentmindedly stroked Hedwig, not wishing to get involved with the - ghosts.
-It was exactly one hour and thirteen minutes later that the first ghost noticed - that it could finally leave Harry's side again. The translucent beings bid their - farewells and left, the fat friar telling Harry to come to him should he be in need - of spiritual assistance before he did. Exhausted, Harry sank down into a chair, - vanishing the rest of his potion with a lazy flick of his wand.
-"Well that was a failure," Harry groaned.
-"Look at it this way," Snape said, "You did not achieve what you intended but you - still created a new kind of potion."
-"Oh yes, and it's so very useful too," Harry said sardonically, "Who wouldn't want - to summon all ghosts within a twenty-mile radius?"
-"It might be useful for clearing out haunted houses," Snape offered.
-Harry made a noncommittal sound and made some more notes. "I think the white - cloves were a bad idea," he said, "They probably made it so that ghosts were drawn to - me instead of souls that have departed. And perhaps the vulture tongues…"
-"Harry," Snape said tiredly, "You're not going to be making any progress today. - You've been at it for hours and I'm sure that you're hungry."
-"But if you'll just let me make this one adjustment –" Harry said, already - grabbing a new piece of parchment when Hedwig nipped his fingers.
-"Ow, Hedwig!" Harry admonished.
-"She's telling you to listen to your teacher," Snape said evenly, a smirk on his - face. "Clear your station, wash your hands and go up to eat something."
-"Alright, alright," Harry chuckled, "I'm going! Can we at least practice that - innate magic you were talking about?"
-"Not today," Snape said, "I can see that these last hours have been draining for - you. And if not, they sure have been for me."
-"Old man," Harry jibed but he yelped when he was hit by a mild stinging hex.
-"Brat," Snape sneered, fixing Harry with a pointed glare. Harry just shook his - head at the man, packing away the remainder of his ingredients.
-At dinner, Draco had joined their table again, basically stealing the entire - platter of asparagus for himself. But Ron reciprocated by hoarding the potatoes.
-"So did you guys notice when all the ghosts disappeared all of a sudden?" Draco - asked, "Peeves had a field day without the bloody baron around to tame him."
-"Oh no," Harry groaned, "What did he do?"
-"He knocked over some trophy cases and got muddy footprints all over the ceiling," - Ron explained, "Filch is not happy about it."
-"It's a good thing that Professor Bell was there to ask him to stop," Draco said - evenly.
-"She managed to do that?" Harry asked.
-"Of course," Ron piped up, "I mean, look at her!" He gestured quite obviously - toward the high table to indicate their History teacher. "What man wouldn't - listen to her? Even if he is a poltergeist."
-"I didn't think she was your type," Hermione said haughtily, practically glaring - at her plate.
-"How could you not?" Ron replied, "She's almost as beautiful as you are and nearly - as smart."
-"Smooth," Draco whispered when Hermione blushed. Ron winked at him.
-"Anyway, about those ghosts," Harry said, "It was kind of because of my potion. - Suffice to say it did not work as intended."
-"You're allowed to work on it now?" Hermione asked, envy in her voice, "That's - great! Does that mean you mastered Occlumency?"
-"In a way," Harry said, not wanting to sound overconfident.
-"So that's what you were doing," Draco mumbled, "Man, you were screaming - bloody murder the other night. It was scary as hell."
-Harry nearly choked on his potatoes. "You heard that?" he asked incredulously.
-"From the corridors nearby, yes," Draco said, not a hint of shame in his - voice.
-"Were you eavesdropping?" Harry asked.
-"Me?" Draco asked, "Never! I simply wanted to visit my godfather. How was - I supposed to know that you were already there? What were you even doing in - there?"
-"Occlumency," Harry said through gritted teeth.
-"Well, it sure sounded hard-core," Draco said, "Nothing like anything I've ever - practised."
-"I suppose you aren't good enough to practice what I've had to just yet," Harry - sneered, smirking when he caught Draco's affronted expression.
-"You're joking," he said, "I'm sure I'm better than you."
-"Are you?" Harry asked, "Do you get tested by Dumbledore randomly as well? Do you - think you could even stop him from getting in?"
-Draco's eyes widened as his eyes flashed towards the headmaster. Dumbledore smiled - kindly at him when he caught his eye and Draco quickly looked away.
-"Ha, he's got you there, Malfoy," Ron said.
-"Shut up, Weasley," Draco growled, angrily mashing his potatoes.
-"On a different note," Harry said, "What are you lot doing for Christmas? You can - come to my place if you'd like."
-"My mum would kill me if I did that," Ron said honestly, "Also, I'd rather not eat - any limerick soup."
-"I'll ask," Hermione replied, "But I honestly doubt I'm allowed to. My parents are - always really happy when I'm home for the holidays, you know?"
-"I'll come," Draco said easily, "If that invitation was directed at me as well, I - mean."
-"Of course it is!" Harry said, happy that someone accepted. Quickly, he jotted a - message down on his cuff.
-"Draco's coming for Christmas!" Harry wrote, including the exclamation - mark.
-"Marvellous," Came the simple reply and when Harry caught Snape's deadpan - expression, he couldn't help but laugh.
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-Chapter 22
-Harry was already packed and ready to go even if he wouldn't need to leave until - the next evening. But he was excited to go back home and see Alex. He vaguely - wondered if he should introduce Draco to him when the blonde came over and decided he - might as well. If Draco was able to act civil to Hermione, he would also be able to - act civil to a muggle.
-With great effort, he had managed to convince Hedwig to leave the dungeons and - head towards Spinner's End. If took him promising her that she would be allowed to - return to the potions lab but eventually, she had nipped his finger affectionately - and taken flight. It would probably do her some good to fly a longer distance. She - hadn't in a while.
-As for Harry, right after dinner, he found himself back in Snape's quarters for - what would be the last time that year. He wasn't there for an Occlumency lesson. Not - really. But Snape had promised him that they would work together to find Harry's - innate magic and the sooner he was able to access it, the better. Especially if it - could help him with his potion.
-"For this one time, I will need you to drop your shields," Snape said as he - regarded the boy sitting in front of him.
-Harry smirked. He had felt the familiar push of Snape's Legilimency but wasn't - about to grant the man access without him expressly asking him to first. After all, - he was supposed to keep his shields up all the time and block any and all attempts of - Snape to force his way in.
-"Okay," Harry agreed, "Anything I should know before we get started?"
-"It'll all become clear once we've entered your mind," Snape said impatiently, - "Now if you don't mind, lower your shields."
-Harry tried to but realized that once you know how to put up your shields, it was - rather difficult to stop doing so. It was almost like swimming. When you didn't know - how to, it was easy to sink to the bottom like a brick. But when you did, it was - quite difficult to stop from keeping yourself afloat.
-"Harry, I'm waiting," Snape said, rapping his fingers on his desk.
-"I'm trying," Harry protested, "Just give me a minute."
-Snape sighed. "Just imagine a doorway of sorts for me," he said, "I'll be able to - find that and use it to get in."
-Harry scrunched up his nose in concentration and imagined a door. Light was - shining through from underneath it and he imagined the door to be usable by Snape - alone.
-"There you go," Snape said and suddenly, Harry felt his presence within his own - mind. The sensation was odd. When they weren't perusing memories or thoughts, he - wasn't entirely closed off from the outside world. Right now, he was aware of both - which gave him a sense of confusion.
-"Are you aware of where I am?" Snape asked.
-"Of course," Harry replied.
-"Join me then," Snape said, "Close your eyes if you must. It makes things - easier."
-Harry closed his eyes and found himself in the now very familiar depths of his own - mind. He wondered if he looked like himself since he had never encountered a mirror. - Snape seemed to be able to take on forms of all kind. But right now, the dour man - simply looked like himself as he stood there, waiting for Harry.
-"I need you to focus," Snape told him, "Focus on the sense of magic."
-"How do I do that?" Harry asked.
-"Do you remember the first time you held your wand?" Snape asked. Harry nodded. - "That's the feeling you're looking for. I need you to think of that."
-"Er…" Harry still wasn't sure. What had that been like again?
-After a few moments, Snape snapped his fingers and Harry felt himself being pulled - into a memory again.
-"Hey!" he protested, "I thought we weren't going to do this anymore?" He almost - kicked Snape out of his mind when he realized that the memory was of him trying out - wands. "Oh," he said.
-"One of the many benefits of being an Occlumens," Snape explained simply, "Is - being able to revisit your own past to look for wisdom you might have missed."
-"Wow, could I use this to pass my exams?" Harry asked incredulously.
-"You could try," Snape said evenly, "But by the time you gathered the information - you would need, the exam would be long over. I don't need to remind you of the - altered flow of time in here."
-"Right," Harry sighed.
-"Here it comes," Snape pointed out when he saw Ollivander's face lit up.
-"I wonder," the old man said.
-"Focus on that feeling. Relive the magic flowing through your wand for the very - first time."
-Harry honed in on the magic he felt course through his young body and grasped it - with his mind, feeling as if he had taken hold of a strong rope. He tugged at it. The - memory disappeared and all of a sudden, he was surrounded by threads of light in many - different colours. The most prominent colour was red. Snape – who could see what - Harry was seeing – scoffed.
-"Typical," he growled.
-"Are you going to tell me that strand is red because I'm in Gryffindor?" Harry - asked incredulously.
-"Of course not," Snape replied, "That's the thread that represents offensive - magic. It was only to be expected that it would be so prominent."
-"And what's this one?" Harry asked as he pointed towards a deep blue one. It was - so thin that it was almost not even there.
-"That's definite proof that you're not a seer and that divination was a complete - waste of your time," Snape said icily.
-"Of course it was," Harry said soberly, "But it was easy and relaxed. Well, until - Trelawney predicted my death, of course."
-"Not exactly what I would call a good reason to take any class," Snape - said, "But since that's behind us, there's no point in arguing about it. Especially - not when in the time-consuming progress of exploring your mind."
-"It does seem rather mundane to discuss my curriculum while staring down at - colourful strands of pulsating magic," Harry deadpanned.
-"Indeed," Snape replied.
-"So… what are we looking for?" Harry asked.
-Snape pointed towards a brilliant white strand that seemed to be three times the - size of the strand that represented seer magic. It was however not even half as - strong as the red strand. Harry frowned at it.
-"That's my innate magic?" he asked, "It doesn't look very powerful."
-"Is power all you can think of?" Snape asked. He sighed in exasperation. "In this - case, its power does not matter. It's powerful enough to make you a wizard which - makes it stronger than average, to begin with. Surely, that should satisfy your need - for excellence."
-"Alright," Harry grumbled, "I get it. No need to get all snarky about it."
-"Come," Snape said and started walking the path the magic took.
-"So we just follow it?" Harry asked, traipsing behind Snape.
-"Obviously," Snape sneered as he kept walking.
-"And then what?"
-"Harry, while I appreciate your sense of curiosity and longing for knowledge, you - should realize that you'll find out soon enough if you would just be patient."
-Harry rolled his eyes and looked around. They had bypassed the corridors - that - resembled those of Hogwarts – some time ago and were now following a staircase - downward. Around them, there were no more walls but rather a large open space with a - great green sky in which fluffy clouds floated aimlessly. Among them, objects were - strewn for which Harry could not think up a reason for them to be there. Like a - grandfather clock and a large picnic basket. In the distance, he could see what - seemed to be a playground and if he really squinted, he was sure there was a castle - to be found.
-"This is pretty wild," Harry snickered as he kept walking down the stairs, - following close behind Snape. "Does your mind look like this as well?"
-"Heaven forbid," Snape sneered.
-"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked, "I kind of like it."
-"Of course you like it, dunderhead. It's your mind we're exploring," - Snape replied coldly, "Just keep going."
-"I honestly don't understand how we're still going," Harry said, completely - undeterred by Snape's less than amicable behaviour, "My mind can't possibly be - this big."
-"I too would not expect the limited capacity of your mind to stretch as far as - this yet here we are," Snape said.
-"If you won't stop being a prat, I'll kick you out," Harry warned.
-"And deprive me of the sight of your horrifyingly sweet fantasies?" Snape - retorted, "However shall I sleep at night knowing that I missed all of this?"
-The stairs finally led them out of the admittedly fantastic scenery and stretched - down a corridor for a while as if they were on the staircase to the astronomy tower. - Snape started muttering under his breath.
-"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
-"Nothing in particular," Snape said, "It would simply appear that your innate - magic is buried deeper than I had anticipated."
-Harry contemplated that for a moment. "Will that make it more difficult for me to - access it?" he asked.
-"Not necessarily," Snape replied, "As long as the path remains straightforward, it - should not pose an extra problem."
-"Then why are you muttering?" Harry asked carefully.
-"The deeper we venture into your mind, the more vulnerable it becomes," Snape - replied, "We should be very careful."
-"It's alright," Harry replied easily, "It's not like you're here to do any damage. - Not this time at least."
-"I was never going to damage you permanently, Harry," Snape said, sounding - somewhat out of it.
-"Of course not," Harry said, "Which is why I fully trust you being here, even if I - am more vulnerable."
-"It's not me I am worried about," Snape said pointedly, "But I am rather worried - that your Gryffindor brashness might bring you to touch something you shouldn't. - Impetuosity is not a valuable trait when doing something a delicate as this."
-"At least give me some credit," Harry objected, "Or have you forgotten - that I have, in fact, withstood that final lesson of yours. Perhaps I am more mindful - of myself than you seem to think."
-The winding staircase straightened out again and the pair of wizards kept walking - further down. This next area was once again wide open and seemingly limitless but - darker than the previous room. The sky was a dark blue as it would be at dusk but - there was no moon and no stars. A forest stood erected all around them but about half - of the trees appeared dead and dry. There were objects hidden in their branches. - Harry frowned when he saw a toy soldier, a baby blanket and a pair of scissors. He - shuddered involuntarily.
-"I don't like this very much," Harry said, unconsciously walking somewhat closer - to Snape. "Didn't you imply that I should like whatever is in here because it's - my mind?"
-"The upper levels are made up of dreams, desires and fantasies," Snape said - evenly, "You control those, even on a subconscious level. The lower levels are made - up of your experiences and fears."
-Harry snorted. "That makes my mind a right house of horrors," he said, "though - this isn't too bad."
-Snape didn't respond. He just kept walking having the courtesy to not look at - their surroundings. All he was focused on was that thread of white light. It seemed - to pulse randomly at them as if urging them to keep going.
-"The things I do to brew my potions," Harry said uneasily as he tried to break the - uncomfortable silence. An owl seemed to hoot in the distance and a slow rumble came - from somewhere across the horizon. Snape was still not saying anything.
-"How much farther do you think we have to go?" Harry asked.
-"You see as much as I do," Snape replied, "Possibly even more so I can't tell - you."
-"How often have you done this?" Harry asked, starting to feel more and more - uncomfortable.
-"A handful of times," Snape replied evenly. "Are you doubting my expertise?"
-"No," Said Harry, "Just trying to determine if I'm a lost cause or something."
-Snape snorted at that comment. "That's a ridiculous notion. Of course, you're not. - The strand is right there. You can see it as clearly as I can."
-"But maybe the core is buried too deeply," Harry said weakly, "None of the other - strands are venturing this far."
-"We will be fine," Snape said soothingly. "All you need to do is focus and we'll - get there. It might just take a bit longer than I had expected."
-"Okay," Harry said doubtfully, "But let me just say that this is getting to be - decidedly creepy."
-"Duly noted."
-Again, the stairs disappeared into the ground, leaving the forest behind as Snape - and Harry descended into another winding staircase. Cracks appeared in the brick - walls the stairway coiled around and the steps seemed more and more unsteady and - dilapidated.
-"Have you ever read Dante's Inferno?" Harry asked out of the blue.
-"I have," Snape replied, "Why?"
-"It's starting to feel as if we're descending from the most benign of circles into - increasingly bad ones."
-Snape chuckled. "Harry, I assure you that if there is such a thing as hell, this - is most certainly not it."
-"I know that," Harry said, sounding exasperated, "I was just making an assessment - if that's alright with you."
-"Watch your step," Snape said urgently when Harry was about to put his weight on a - particularly flimsy-looking foothold. Harry readjusted his gait and fell close behind - Snape to copy his footsteps.
-Once again, the stairs straightened out, revealing an even more grim scene. The - sky was dark all around. There seemed to be something out that looked like stars but - instead of exuding bright white light, they were oozing a blood red that seemed to - stretch out elongated tendrils towards Harry. The crescent moon hung on its side as - if the sky was smirking at the pair walking beneath it. It too oozed a blood-red - light and if Harry looked close enough, he thought he could see teeth in the gaping - mouth between which a red liquid flowed. And all the while the mouth was - smirking.
-Harry gulped and averted his gaze, only to become aware of the surrounding area. - They seemed to be walking in a desert-like area. Dunes made up a large part of the - scenery with strange, spidery plants trapped in their sands. Bits and pieces of - ancient civilisations protruded from the cold sand as night-time crawlers made their - way across the desert. A few of them turned their heads in Harry's direction but - their eyes were hollow and cold.
-"Oh Merlin, please don't let us go any deeper than this," Harry said to himself. - Snape heard him but didn't respond.
-Harry's eyes fell on a mountain of bones that lay stacked neatly against a huge - but dead tree. The bones seemed to move as something burrowed beneath them. Harry - turned his gaze to look at the strand of magic they were still following and wished - for it to reveal its source already.
-Harry yelped when something very close to him slithered across the sand rapidly, - shifting it before it burrowed underneath. It had been much wider than a snake.
-"Nothing will hurt you here," Snape reminded Harry. "Try and relax."
-"If you say so," Harry said, not fully convinced. He would like to believe that - his own mind wasn't about to attack him, though.
-Faster than before, the stairs winded once more and Harry and Snape disappeared - into the ground, leaving the scenery behind. The stairs were now so broken, that they - might as well not have been there. It was now as if they were making their way down a - slope that had sharp edges where the brick steps were still slightly intact.
-Suddenly, Harry lost his footing and slid down when Snape's hand stopped him.
-"Careful," he said, "We may be in your mind and not actually on a physically - arduous journey but that doesn't mean you can't get hurt."
-Harry used Snape's outstretched hand to right himself again and shot him a glare. - "What do you mean?"
-"When one believes themselves to be hurt strongly enough, their physical form will - show the result. The further we go inside your mind, the more your body believes this - ordeal to be reality."
-"Now you tell me," Harry snarled.
-"Would you not have gone if I had warned you?" Snape asked, arching an - eyebrow.
-Harry sighed. "No," he admitted.
-"Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor," Snape smirked, "And I'm not telling you - that you're in actual danger. I'm just trying to prevent some cuts and bruises. Come - on –" he stretched an arm down the path that would lead them farther down. "- I doubt - we will have much further to go."
-Harry inhaled deeply, steeled his resolve and continued walking, taking extra care - to seek solid ground before shifting his weight. The stone column the path coiled - around was missing various stones and showing gaping holes of darkness. Between the - stones oozed a thick green liquid that slowly cascaded down and dripped onto the path - they were taking. Harry thought he heard whispers coming from the wall but knew - better than to stare down its depths.
-The staircase straightened out again and actually ended entirely as if to signify - that this was their final stop. Harry inhaled sharply at the new scene he was forced - to lay eyes upon.
-This time, the sky itself was a blood red. Cracks seemed to appear within it as if - they stood inside a humongous snow globe that had been dropped and broken. Dead trees - stood haphazardly among the earth, cracked because of the obvious draught that held - this area in its grasp. Spiders and centipedes crawled between the crevices, fighting - over what seemed to be scraps of meat. Harry's eyes widened when he saw a huge - millipede wrap itself around what seemed to be a human ear.
-A high pitched creaking sound reverberated around the area in a rhythmic pattern - and made Harry's hair stand on end.
-"What the hell is wrong with me?" Harry murmured.
-"Nothing's wrong with you, Harry," Snape responded, ignoring the trail of spiders - that crossed his path. "Everyone carries darkness in their heart. Even the Gryffindor - golden boy." Snape smirked but sighed when he saw Harry's stricken expression.
-"You've seen much in your life," he continued, "This was only to be expected."
-Harry laughed bitterly. "You expected this?" he asked loudly, gesturing - towards a rotting carcass of what seemed to be a large dog.
-"I understand why this might seem a bit grotesque to you," he said, "But this is - really not as bad as it seems. The mind is a perplexing thing and can be difficult to - understand sometimes."
-Harry scoffed indignantly.
-"Believe me when I tell you that you're within the range of what one might - consider 'normal', Harry."
-"Well, normal is impossibly abnormal," Harry said evenly.
-Snape laughed, lifting Harry's spirit somewhat, though he did still flinch when - the sky splintered even more with a loud crack. For a moment he wondered if they - would find themselves buried under tons of glass soon. Snape had already started - moving again and Harry sped up somewhat to catch up with the man.
-"It can't be much further," Snape told him, "Since there are no more ways down, - the source of your inert magic has to be on this plain somewhere."
-Harry heard the sound of crows as they flew overhead. He looked up to see at least - two dozen of them circling. Sometimes, one of them swooped down to feast on the - multitude of insects exuding from the pores of the earth. Other times, they simply - fought the critters for the hunks of meat they had in their possession. Harry thought - he could hear them yelling things at him. But if they were, their words were - unintelligible. When he looked behind him, he noticed that he was leaving footprints. - He didn't take the time to consider why those footprints were wet with red - liquid.
-The strand of magic they were following was pulsing quicker now. It was the only - spectrum of light that was still visible on this plain and Harry found refuge in it. - He felt his mind reach out to it and hold on, trying not to wallow in the dark - depravity that surrounded them.
-"I doubt Luna's mind is like this," he said as he watched how the skin of some - dead animal was practically melting off the branches of a dead tree.
-Snape snorted. "No, I don't think it would be," he agreed, "But Ms Lovegood is a - special case, isn't she?"
-"She thinks our souls are connected," Harry said, wondering why he even brought - that up.
-"Does she?" Snape asked evenly, "She might not be entirely incorrect."
-"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
-"It's rather obvious, I think," Snape replied, "The fact that I'm walking beside - you as we're making this journey is proof of our connection. No one else could've - gone with you this easily."
-"Why is that?" Harry asked, "Is it because we've practised Occlumency - together?"
-"That is part of it," Snape acknowledged, "But it also has a lot to do with the - fact that we trust each other. And that we've bonded in many ways that others – - Professor Dumbledore for example – have not been able to do."
-"Like when you adopted me?" Harry asked.
-"Yes," Snape agreed, "As well as your apprenticeship."
-"I'm lucky, I guess," Harry said, "That everything is connected to each other like - this."
-Suddenly, Snape held out his arm to stop Harry and peered at the edge of the - thread in front of him. It ended in a large, pulsating orb that exuded strength and - power. The light was so blinding that Harry and Snape had to shield their eyes from - it. Surrounding it were trees in full bloom, bearing fruits of all kind. No creatures - of the dark dared to venture close to it as light exuded from all around the orb.
-Harry was overcome by a sense of calm and stepped forward. Snape didn't stop him. - He merely followed.
-"The orb is you," Snape said as Harry scuffled closer to it, mouth agape. "It is - you at your most primal. It is your most pure and untainted form of magic. Once you - touch it, you will know where it is buried. You will know how to access it. You can - learn how to harness it."
-Harry reached out but hesitated, stopping his hand mere inches from the glowing - ball of light. It seemed to whisper to him. To call to him. Harry grew a bit - suspicious, almost thinking this was a trap of sorts but Snape put a hand on his - shoulder, soothing him.
-"It's alright," he said, "It won't harm you. Reach out, and allow for it to guide - your senses."
-Putting all of his faith in the Potions Master, Harry reached out. As soon as his - fingertips touched the orb, tendrils of the magic sped down the length of his arm, - engulfing the boy in light. Snape let go as if he were chased away by the magic but - he looked on with no concern in his gaze.
-Harry felt himself be enveloped and recognised the feeling that now coursed - through his veins. Even though he was sure that he had never felt it before. He felt - it burrow its way into his mind and knew at that moment where it was and where he - could find it. It made him feel more complete, even if he had never felt incomplete - before. He now knew that he had been.
-Finally, the light withdrew as fast as it had ensnared him and went back to being - a big ball of light. Amazed, Harry looked at Snape to find the man smirk knowingly at - him.
-"I take it that now you understand," he said solemnly.
-Harry felt euphoric and his eyes darted around excitedly as if he was literally - looking for the right thing to say.
-"That was extraordinary," he ended up saying, knowing that it was far from - sufficient."
-Snape chuckled. "That it was," he agreed. "What do you say we get out of - here?"
-Harry knew that his physical body was feeling tired when he felt the tug of sleep - try to pull him away from his inner adventure. He smiled and took Snape's - outstretched hand.
-"That sounds great," he admitted.
-It was a good thing for both of them that there was no need to make the journey - back. Instead, they were catapulted back into the shallow depths of Harry's mind with - tremendous speed where the boy finally broke the connection and entered the physical - realm once more. He was vaguely aware of the sound of Slytherin students making their - way to breakfast. He couldn't help but groan.
-I wonder very much how you guys feel about the way I portray Occlumency. Any - thoughts? As always, reviews are appreciated. It makes me happy!
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-Chapter 23
-With the entire night spent due to Harry and Snape's outdrawn adventure, Harry - found himself sleeping away most of the day. He had eaten breakfast before heading to - his bed but had skipped lunch entirely in favour of his rest. When the time for - dinner came around, he came to with the annoying sensation of someone urgently - shaking him.
-"Wha-?" he muttered, burying his head underneath his pillow in annoyance.
-"Haven't you slept enough?" Ron asked, "It's time for dinner. Get up."
-"I'm not hungry," Harry lied. In truth, he could eat but he would rather stay in - bed where it was warm and comfortable.
-"Snape threatened that he would come to get you if you weren't down for dinner," - Ron warned him, "And I wouldn't put it past him to go through with the threat."
-Harry yawned and smacked his lips. "Fine," he grumbled, "I'm up."
-"You better be," Ron said, "If Snape finds my stash of dungbombs just because you - were too lazy to get up, you're paying me back for them."
-"I said I'm up!" Harry protested, chucking a well-aimed pillow directly into Ron's - face.
-"Come along then," Ron said as he tossed the pillow back onto Harry's bed. "This - is probably the last time we'll see each other in a while. You're lucky I'm still - here."
-"Oh yeah," Harry said, finally getting up, "Hasn't the Hogwarts express left - yet?"
-"It has," Ron said, "But Dumbledore said that Ginny and I can take the floo."
-Harry stifled a yawn as he trudged down the stairs, followed by Ron. "Why would he - do that?"
-"I think the old coot didn't want us to leave without saying goodbye to you," Ron - replied.
-"Us?" Harry asked.
-"He offered Hermione the same," Ron explained, "But she didn't accept it. She - didn't think her parents would appreciate her flooing directly into the living - room."
-"Muggles don't generally appreciate that," Harry said evenly, "But that's alright. - It's only for a couple of weeks."
-"Yeah, and she said she'll owl you," Ron added.
-"So most of the students are gone already?" Harry asked, noting the empty common - rooms. He climbed out of the portrait hole and waited for Ron to do the same before - moving on.
-"Yes," Ron said, "Some will get picked up by their parents and some of the - seventh-years are just apparating home after dinner, like Draco."
-Harry groaned. "I can't believe I haven't even begun to learn apparition yet."
-"It's not that easy," Ron said, "I've been trying for a while now but it's a - difficult skill. I can't believe Fred and George ever got the hang of it."
-"I'm sure I could manage if I just found the time," Harry said, passing the sign - that led to the great hall. "What kind of self-respecting wizard can't even - apparate?"
-"The school-going kind," Ron said easily, "Don't worry, Harry. We'll manage. Maybe - Snape can teach you?"
-Harry laughed. "I'm not sure where he would find the time to do that," he said, - "I'm already his son and apprentice. When would he squeeze in apparition - lessons?"
-"I have six siblings," Ron said, "And still my dad finds the time to teach me. - Surely, Snape would manage if you just asked?"
-"But your father's got your mum," Harry pointed out, "Snape's just by - himself."
-"Ask him," Ron urged again. He turned the corner sharply to walk directly into the - great hall where most of the tables were empty.
-Ginny was sitting next to Luna and Draco was sitting by himself at the Slytherin - table. A gaggle of seventh year Hufflepuffs sat in a huddle at their table, loudly - discussing the next quidditch match and a few stray students of all houses sat spread - out all over the great hall. Most of them sat by themselves.
-"Well this is depressing, "Harry noted, "Why are they all sitting apart?"
-Ron shrugged. "Beats me," he said, "Come on, let's join Ginny."
-Harry would have declined politely had it not been for Luna who was sitting next - to her. "Alright," he said, motioning to Draco as they walked over to the two girls. - Draco nodded, took his plate and walked over to the Ravenclaw table as well, sitting - down at the same time Harry and Ron did.
-Ginny seemed surprised by the sudden interruption but Luna smiled knowingly.
-"Good of you to join us one last time," Luna said, "Before the year is over in any - case."
-"Yeah, where were you during lunch, Harry?" Draco asked, "Ron said you were out - cold but he didn't say why."
-Harry groaned, "I've had an all-night… Occlumency session," he said, not sure how - to phrase it otherwise. At the high table, he saw Snape looking at him, smirking in - satisfaction. Harry wondered why he wasn't tired.
-"Was Snape here for lunch?" Harry asked.
-"Of course," Draco said, "Why wouldn't he be?"
-"What part of all-night Occlumency don't you get?" Harry said irritably, "Or did - you think I practised on myself in the mirror."
-"Snape doesn't sleep much as it is," Draco said, ignoring Harry's rudeness, "And - he always has a lot to take care of before the Christmas holidays. To make sure the - Slytherins are looked after and all, you know?"
-"That is very kind of him," Luna said honestly, "I know his students won't miss - their home as much when they realize that someone is looking out for them here."
-"But he won't even be here," Ron objected.
-"He will be if something goes wrong," Draco pointed out, "It's rarely - necessary but every Slytherin knows that when needed, Snape will come back from - wherever he goes over the holidays. It's very reassuring, really."
-Ginny snorted. "I never would've seen it in him, really."
-"Really?" Luna asked incredulously, "I think there's no Professor here that cares - more than him." She smiled as she looked at Snape, waving softly when she met his - gaze. Snape simply quirked an eyebrow in response but Bell – who was sitting next to - him – waved back enthusiastically.
-"I like Professor Bell a lot as well," Luna said as she refocused her attention on - her friends.
-"Now that, I can understand," Ron said, "Just imagine her being - your head of house."
-"I think it would be great fun," Luna said dreamily as she built a tower out of - her mashed potatoes.
-"How are you getting home, Luna?" Harry asked.
-"Oh, I'm not going home this year," Luna said, "My father is out hunting the - curly-tailed Snarkolks. It will be a while before he's back since they only come out - at the first sign of snow. He needs to be ready for it."
-"What?" Draco asked incredulously, "I've never heard –" He oomphed when Harry - elbowed him between the ribs.
-"We can't all be as educated when it comes to magical creatures," Harry supplied - smoothly, "But don't worry, Draco. If you pay attention, you'll learn."
-Luna smiled knowingly. "I think Draco has already learned a lot lately," she said, - "But I always knew that he could."
-Draco blinked in confusion before sighing deeply and giving himself a second - helping of roast turkey.
-"I think you've embarrassed him," Ron teased.
-"Anyone who isn't embarrassed by who they were last year," Luna said, "Simply - isn't learning enough."
-"Er… right," Draco said, "Well said, Lovegood. How's your uncle doing?"
-Luna smiled at the obvious change in subject but allowed it. "He's busy as - always," she said, "He's working hard to try and save people's lives every day. I am - very proud and rather fond of him."
-"Has he told you anything about the magical illnesses that seem to spread among - the muggles?" Ron asked, now interested.
-"He doesn't seem to know all that much yet," Luna said, "But I believe it has - something to do with the mixing of wizards and witches and muggles."
-"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.
-"Purebloods have always lived their lives separately from muggles," Luna - explained, "Or as much as they could. It is a rather recent occurrence for people of - the magical world to mingle with muggles. I think the muggles are simply not - resistant to many magical maladies that we are already immune to."
-"That sounds like a sound theory," Draco agreed, "Like when an animal from Europe - is suddenly introduced to Australia. It might spell disaster for the animals - there."
-Luna nodded. "And yet," she said, "If we allow ourselves to intermingle more, - we'll all be stronger for it in the end."
-"Is this about one illness or multiple?" Harry asked, now interested.
-"I'm not sure," Luna admitted, "My uncle hasn't really told me much. This is all - just speculation on my part."
-"A clever deduction nonetheless," Draco said, "I hope your uncle finds out what's - happening soon."
-"He will," Luna said easily, "He always does."
-"So what are your plans for the holidays, Severus?" Maya asked. She stood leaning - against the doorpost of his office, watching in amusement as he angrily shoved a few - defence manuals back into their rightful place. Why they were catalogued near the - books on magical law was beyond him.
-"Ritually sacrifice some animals, I suppose," Snape deadpanned, "Perhaps claim - someone's firstborn as payment for some past favour."
-Maya snorted. She waltzed inside and picked up one of the graded papers that lay - on Snape's desk, making herself comfortable in Snape's most uncomfortable visitor's - chair.
-"Perhaps if you could refrain from staring at Ms Davies' hindquarters, you - would be able to discern the difference between a charm and a hex," she read - aloud, giggling afterwards. "A bit harsh, don't you think?"
-"I found it to be rather mild," Snape replied, "I still give him an A, did I - not?"
-"Oh, and look at this one!" Maya exclaimed as she grabbed the next one from the - pile. "If you plan to copy someone else's achievements, try not to do so from - The-Boy-Who-Lived. His exploits – as extravagant as they were – are well-known to all - and only a dunderhead would claim these as his own. See me in detention."
-Maya laughed out loud and Snape couldn't help but smile slightly at the sound.
-"Did he really do that?" she asked, flipping through the pages. "Oh dear Merlin, - he sure did!" She snorted, "Did he truly think you would believe him to have fought a - mountain troll?"
-"It would appear so," Snape said, not able to hide his amusement entirely, "First - years often still believe they can take certain liberties."
-"You will no doubt dissuade him of that notion," Maya pointed out.
-"If I don't, I will hand in my resignation," Snape said solemnly.
-Maya put the graded papers back and leaned back as she watched Snape pack. "But - seriously, other than animal sacrifice, what are your plans? Please don't tell me - you'll be brooding."
-"I will be going home," Snape shared, "And I assure you that Harry will not allow - me to brood."
-"No," Maya agreed, "I don't expect that he will."
-She remained silent for a while and while Snape understood the social construct - that urged him to ask her the same question in return, he refused to abide by it. He - never did care much for empty conversation and he hardly ever did it just for the - sake of the norm.
-"What have you come here for?" he asked instead.
-"Can't your favourite colleague come and say goodbye to you?" she asked.
-Snape snorted for multiple reasons. "I will merely be gone for two weeks," he - said, "I am sure you will not miss my company that much."
-"Perhaps not," Maya agreed, "But I will have to postpone my retaliation which is - less than favourable."
-Snape eyed her suspiciously and smirked when she just smiled innocently. "You - know," he noted, "That innocent act does not have me fooled."
-Maya tilted her head coyly. "Not everyone wears a mask, Severus," she said, "I'm - really not that hard to figure out. All you need to do is look."
-"I'm not really looking for anything," Snape replied. He grabbed the stack of - graded papers and shoved them into his desk, locking the drawer with a non-verbal - spell. Glancing around, he was pleased to be able to leave his office as neatly as he - liked it.
-"That might not stop you from finding something, though," Maya replied, "I hope - you'll have a happy Christmas, Severus. And I wish Harry does as well."
-"The sentiment is appreciated," Snape replied, nodding curtly. "I wish you the - same."
-"Good day, Sev," Maya said, winking. She was out the door before Snape could - respond to the unwanted abbreviation of his name. he didn't deem the transgression - important enough to give chase, though. Instead, he rolled his eyes and went back to - locking his closets and drawers, finishing up by locking his door as he left.
-Harry hadn't realized just how much he had missed his home until he stepped out of - the floo, managing not to stumble, fall or otherwise injure himself. Snape was - seconds behind him and seemed amused by that fact.
-"You seem to be getting better at travelling by the floo," he said.
-"I'm long overdue, I think," Harry said.
-"Yes," Snape agreed, "Now hurry and go unpack."
-Harry groaned. "Can't I do that tomorrow?" he asked, "It's already dark out."
-"I believe you know perfectly well how to cast a Lumos, do you not?" Snape said - evenly.
-"Okay, but I want to ask you something when I'm done," Harry said. Snape raised a - questioning eyebrow but Harry was already going upstairs, carrying his trunk with him - as he seemingly forgot that he was allowed to use magic now. Snape shook his head - fondly.
-It couldn't have been more than ten minutes later that Harry came back down the - stairs. Snape vaguely wondered when Harry had stopped racing down them two steps at a - time and sighed as he silently contemplated the speed with which children grew - up.
-"Is everything alright?" Harry asked as he threw himself into his favourite plush - chair.
-"I'm fine," Snape replied, "Did you finish unpacking?"
-"Yes."
-"Zippy!" Snape called out. Immediately, the delighted house-elf stood wringing her - hands in front of her master, looking up at him with glee-filled eyes.
-"Welcome home Master Snape and Master Harry," she said, "I hope yous had nice floo - travels."
-"Delightful," Snape replied sardonically, "Bring me some tea and a hot cocoa for - Harry."
-"Right away!" she said happily before hurrying away.
-"Hot cocoa?" Harry argued, "I'm an adult now. Adults don't drink hot cocoa."
-"I still occasionally do," Snape shared, "And you can't tell me that you don't - enjoy it. Or have you forgotten that I can see you eating every single day."
-Harry flushed stupidly but was saved a reply when their drinks appeared on the - table in front of them.
-"Now," Snape said as he grabbed his tea and leaned back into the couch cushions. - "What was it that you wanted to ask of me? If you desire a pet dragon or chimaera, - I'm afraid I must decline."
-"Well, if you're sure," Harry replied without skipping a beat, "I could settle for - you teaching me how to apparate instead."
-Snape looked at him thoughtfully. "Apparition," he repeated carefully, "That - particular skill has indeed escaped my attention. It does seem a tad preposterous - that you haven't learned how to, yet."
-"I thought so," Harry agreed, "Even if I manage to travel through the floo without - almost killing myself now, I still think I should be able to."
-"It would have been useful that day in the forest," Snape agreed, "It was less - than desirable for you to depend on the goodwill of a death eater to get out of - there."
-"It's a good thing that you're so devilishly charismatic," Harry pointed out, "You - persuaded that Rabastan fellow quite well. I didn't keep him out of Azkaban, - though."
-"He knew that was never an option," Snape replied, "But ten years is awfully - lenient. Lestrange aside, I do believe it would be prudent for you to learn how to - apparate."
-"Excellent," Harry said, sipping his hot cocoa contentedly. He relished the - delightfully sweet mixture on his tongue. He really did like hot cocoa.
-The next morning, Harry and Snape were having breakfast when someone knocked on - their door.
-"Gee," Harry said sardonically, "I wonder who that might be?"
-"Perhaps we should leave him standing there for a while," Snape proposed, "Pretend - that we're not home."
-"I'm sure that he can see the smoke that comes from the chimney," Harry pointed - out, "How else does he always know when we'll be back?"
-"I imagine he has it marked on his calendar," Snape said.
-"Right," Harry chuckled, "The date in a big red circle and every date leading up - to it crossed off."
-The knocking on the door persisted and Snape lazily rose from his chair. "It's too - early for this," he mumbled.
-"It's never too early for Alex," Harry said, "Come on, I know you missed him - too."
-Snape muttered something unintelligible under his breath and opened the door. - Behind it – as expected – stood Alex, wearing that big flashy grin.
-"Severus!" he exclaimed amicably. Without waiting for permission, he took a step - forward and embraced the dour potions master who sighed wearily and allowed the - contact for a few seconds before stepping back.
-"Alexander," he said curtly, allowing the man entry. "To what do I owe this - pleasure?"
-"What, can't I come to visit my best friend?" Alex said cheekily. "I don't know - about you but I missed - Oh dear God, Severus! What happened to your hand?!" Much to - Snape's horror, Alex grabbed his injured hand and gasped at the missing finger. "Your - little finger," he said sadly. "How did this happen?"
-"It's what happens when you mingle with crazy women," Snape said evenly. Alex - stared at him rather dumbfounded but Harry couldn't help but snort.
-When Alex noticed Harry sitting at the table he rushed over. "Harry!" he greeted, - "Good to see you." He ruffled Harry's hair and helped himself to a bit of toast.
-"Alex," Harry said, "You look great!" It wasn't a lie. Where Alex had normally - been dressed in worn-out hand-me-down's that didn't ever seem to fit him right, he - was now dressed in handsome clothes from top to bottom that almost seemed tailored to - him. Even his shoes were so shiny that they seemed new.
-"I know I do," Alex replied cheekily, twirling to show off his new look. "And it's - all thanks to you lovable wizards."
-"I take it your new passion as a tour guide for the magical world is paying off?" - Snape asked.
-"Absolutely!" Alex replied happily. "I get about twenty visitors a day – though it - was a lot more at first - and I charge five galleons a person. Three for a child - under twelve," he added, "It's a price they all seem eager to pay just to hear of - your amazing battle with Voldemort."
-Harry thought it was rather odd to hear a muggle speak Voldemort's name so - plainly, and gathered by Snape's wince that he thought the same.
-"And as if that isn't enough," Alex said, "They almost always tip me very well - afterwards. Apparently, they like listening to my recollection of things."
-"I wonder how much you embellish," Snape said dryly.
-"I don't," Alex said, seemingly sincere, "This is one story that does not need - embellishment. It's crazy enough on its own."
-"I hope you never pointed out our residence," Snape said in warning.
-"Only the old, destroyed one," Alex said honestly, "Which usually earns me some - more sickles for my trouble."
-"It looks like the magical world is treating you well, then," Harry said, happy - for the man. "I'm glad to see it."
-"I even have my own owl now," Alex said, "Emma doesn't know that I do, and I've - had to tell Bruce to only deliver my mail when I'm outside and alone, but it's - necessary for when I need to book large parties in advance."
-Snape frowned at the muggle standing before him, happily munching his toast.
-"What?" Alex asked.
-"I just find it supremely odd to find a muggle be so content in the context that - is the wizarding world," Snape said.
-"It's done me nothing but good," Alex said honestly, "Emma still can't figure out - what tourists are doing here all of a sudden but she knows not to question a good - thing when it so readily falls into her lap."
-"How are you exchanging wizarding money into pounds?" Harry asked curiously.
-"I am aware of how to use public transit," Alex said, "So I just head to the leaky - cauldron and head into Diagon Alley once a month."
-Snape practically choked on his tea. "Excuse me?" he said, "How do you know about - that? How do you know how to get there?"
-"Albus told me about it," Alex divulged, "He's a regular customer of mine, you - see."
-Snape groaned loudly. "That decrepit old goat," he growled, "What is his - game?"
-Alex chuckled. "Don't say that," he said, "Albus has been nothing but kind. He's a - very amazing man. Needs a shave though. Anyways, he took me to the leaky cauldron - once – by apparition, of course, - and introduced me to Tom. Now he gets me into - Diagon Alley whenever I need to be at Gringotts."
-"This is ridiculous," Snape sighed, pinching the bridge of a nose, "A muggle is - now traipsing around Diagon Alley every month, exposed to everything magical."
-"And I'm loving it!" Alex said enthusiastically, "It's a shame I can't use magic - myself but it's already so amazing to be able to witness everything about your - world."
-"Did you ever go into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked, ignoring the rest of - his breakfast.
-"How could I not?" Alex replied, grinning widely, "That shop is an eyesore if I - ever saw one. But those twins –" Alex chuckled, "-They're to die for."
-"I thought you might like Fred and George," Harry pointed out.
-"I love them," Alex said sincerely. "They recently came up with this amazing - candy! It gets you to speak in nothing but limericks for a few hours."
-Snape snorted loudly at that and Harry couldn't help but grin.
-"I didn't know it had hit the stands yet," Harry said.
-"Not yet," Alex replied, winking at the boy, "But I was one of the first to test - it."
-"Figures," Snape said, shaking his head. "This is getting to be more and more - absurd by the minute."
-"So, where do you know them from, Harry?" Alex asked.
-"They're my best friend's brothers," Harry said, "And they're my friends too. I - used to stay over at their place a lot."
-"Used to?" Alex asked.
-"Well, it's not really necessary anymore now," Harry said, blushing slightly.
-Alex seemed to pick up on the trepidation in Harry's voice and aptly changed the - subject. "So, how are your studies coming along?" he asked.
-Harry glanced at Snape who was smirking at him. "They're going well, I think," - Harry replied, "I haven't really made too much progress on my potion yet, but I'm - getting there. The rest of my classes are going fine."
-"Did you play Quidditch yet?" Alex asked eagerly.
-"One match," Harry said, "And I won, of course."
-Alex groaned. "Of course you did," he said, "Oh, if there's one thing I would love - to do, it's fly a broom. It's a pity, really."
-Harry rapped his fingers on the table as he looked at Alex' face thoughtfully. - "What if -" he mumbled more to himself than anyone else, "- I created a potion based - on foxgloves.
-"With what intent?" Snape asked.
-"If I try and add them to a base of something acidic, I believe that would allow a - muggle to be able to attune to magic for a period of time."
-"Hmmm," Snape responded, "That's an interesting thought. He wouldn't need to be - able to use magic to be able to fly a broom. He would simply need to be able to not - clash with the magic of the engraved runes itself. That might work."
-"Wait," Alex said, "Are you being serious? Could you get me to fly?"
-"Possibly," Snape replied evenly, "But we can't make any promises."
-"Man, if you could manage something like that, it would make me immensely happy," - Alex said, "Not that your interference in my life hasn't made me the happiest man - alive already. I mean, I –"
-Alex seemed to choke on his words for a few seconds before continuing. "- I really - don't know how I can ever possibly repay you."
-"We'll call you the next time we have a leaky roof," Snape said dryly. Alex simply - laughed.
-"You're good people," he said fondly, "You have many fans among the tourists that - come here. They asked me to give you their best wishes but I can't possibly remember - all those people's names. Oh, which reminds me -"
-Snape pulled a crinkled envelope from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "I know - your mailbox is probably just for show and everything," he said, "So I took the - liberty of taking this when I saw the mailman try and deliver it to your old, - destroyed house."
-Harry took the letter and saw his name on the front. Snape's old address was - written beneath it. Frowning, Harry turned it over to find the addressee. He almost - dropped the letter in shock. It came from Dudley Dursley.
-Oooh, my! Please do share your thoughts.
-Chapter 24
-"Harry," Snape started, "If it makes you uncomfortable, you honestly needn't - concern yourself with it."
-Harry said nothing for a while. He just kept staring at the envelope in his hand. - The writing was neat and sort of loopy. He recognised the distinct way in which - Dudley crossed his t's in an upward curvature rather than a horizontal slash. A habit - he apparently never broke.
-"Shouldn't I have brought it?" Alex asked, "I can always take it back. Pretend it - never got delivered."
-Dudley's own address was written in a smaller print underneath his own name. The - words 'Privet Drive' seemed so unreal to Harry at that point. His eyes lingered on - the curly S that started off the word 'Surrey' wondering just how life was at that - house of horrors now that he wasn't around anymore.
-"Harry," Snape urged again. His hand swooped down on the envelope in Harry's hand - with the intention to take it from him but Harry clamped down harder, his gaze - lifting to look at Snape.
-"It's alright," Harry said, forcing himself to smile somewhat. "It's just a - letter. What harm could it do?"
-"To the-boy-who-lived?" Alex chimed in, "Not very much, I'd wager." It was clear - that he was trying to be funny, but the words left his mouth in an unsure fashion. - Harry's attention was back on the envelope so he wasn't even aware of the glare Snape - shot Alex.
-"Thank you for stopping by, Alexander," Snape said. To Harry, it sounded distant. - "Would you mind terribly if I asked you to leave, for now?"
-"Of course, Severus," Alex agreed, "I'll come back some other time, okay?"
-Snape nodded and Alex walked out the door, stopping only for a second to look back - at Harry. He wisely didn't say anything more and left, closing the door as softly as - he could.
-With much trepidation and an unsteady hand, Harry opened the envelope, tearing it - slightly since it was glued shut. Harry wasn't really used to the muggle way of - sending letters anymore. Finally, he took out the two pieces of paper which were - folded neatly in half and opened them.
-Dear Harry,
-Harry couldn't help but snort at the way he was addressed. Not only the fact that - Dudley used his first name felt off, but the 'dear' in front of it felt as - if it belonged in a different universe entirely.
-I know that I'm probably one of the last people you would ever want - to hear from, especially when it is so close to Christmas but I felt like there are - many things that need to be said and I couldn't hold off anymore.
-Basically, I want to apologise.
-Harry swallowed thickly. He realized that it had been a few years since he had - even seen Dudley but he could never have guessed that his cousin would have grown - enough to apologise for anything, let alone for the things he had put Harry through. - It seemed unreal. Half expecting this to turn into a cruel joke, he continued - reading.
-I know there are no excuses for having done what I have done to you - and I realize now that I've been unnecessarily cruel and unjust towards you. Over the - years, I have realized that the way my parents have been treating you was beyond - abusive. You have no idea what it took for me to just write that. But it's true. - They've both been horribly abusive to you and I honestly can't even fathom how you're - still alive. Perhaps it was your magic that kept you alive. Perhaps you're just made - of strong stuff.
-When my parents went to Cokeworth and were stopped by your teacher, - I was out of it. I was later told that I had been attacked by some sort of magical - creature and was sent to a magical hospital to get better. Harry, those people helped - me so much. And they did wonderful things with their magic. They made potions that - helped with the nightmares and there were people that talked with me to clear things - up. I understand that you've suffered greatly in your life but you must understand - that for a long while, I thought I could never be happy again.
-While there, I heard your name a lot. How you were supposed to be - the saviour of the wizarding world. How people were suffering and dying every day and - how they hoped that you would destroy you-know-who soon. I was never aware of the - tremendous pressure you were under. I never knew just how much people depended on - you. I know you've mentioned it once or twice but you must understand that it all - seemed very unreal.
-Harry snorted in slight amusement. He understood very well how unreal it all would - seem. Hell, even Harry himself had found it ridiculous at times. Especially when he - hadn't even heard the prophecy yet. Not believing that particular claim was not - something Harry could fault Dudley for.
-What I'm trying to say is that I admire you. You were bullied for - most of your life and at the same time, some dark wizard was after your life and - apparently came close to killing you practically every year! I was even made aware of - the fact that you managed to fight off those horrible creatures that attacked me, all - by yourself. You fought so bravely, even when I and many others tried knocking you - down every step of the way.
-I have broken all contact with my parents after I asked mum what - the address was of your teacher. I don't know if you still live there, but if you - don't, I'm sure he can get this letter to you. I honestly don't understand how - they're not in jail. I know that by now you are loved and very respected. People - would die for you, even if they never even met you. Surely, if you would wish to - bring my parents to justice, you could do so easily. Why haven't you?
-I would like to tell you that if you should still want to do so, - I'm willing to help you. Yes, I would bring to light my own horrible actions towards - you, but it's the least I can do. And I want to do whatever I can for you. I know it - won't make right what I did. I don't think anything ever will, to tell you the truth. - But I can at least try.
-Finally, I want to tell you that I know now that you are not a - freak. You are my cousin. You have a wonderful gift that I am envious of. I'm glad - for it, though, since it got you away from my folks. You are an amazingly strong - person that has been able to overcome every hurdle in his life. You've done things I - could never do in a million years and I admire you for it.
-I regret everything I have done to you and if I could turn back - time and be nicer to you, I would.
-I will understand if you never want to hear from me again. I will - not contact you on my own after sending this letter. But should you wish to send me - one, I will send a reply. I just hope that one day, I will be able to introduce you - to my children. They will not know their grandparents, so I hope they will at least - know you.
-Thank you for putting up with me all those years without horribly - maiming me with magic. I've seen many things in that hospital and I know now what you - could have done.
-I will not ask for your forgiveness because I know that I don't - deserve it.
-Your cousin,
-Dudley Dursley.
-Harry stared at the signature for a while, not really understanding why he felt - tears brimming in his eyes. Snape apparently understood that Harry's eyes weren't - darting across the words anymore and gently shook his shoulder.
-"Harry," he said, "Are you alright?"
-"I think so," Harry said quietly, his voice trembling. Why was he being so - emotional about this?
-Snape seemingly felt alarmed. He hurriedly sat down in the chair next to Harry, - grabbed his chin and made him look at him. "What did he say?" Snape growled, "If he - hurt you in any way, I'll –'
-"He didn't say anything bad," Harry interrupted before he had to listen to Snape's - fantasy about disembowelling his cousin. "He just said – well, why don't you just - read it? It's too much to explain."
-Harry handed over the letter to Snape and sat there staring at his cold toast as - Snape's eyes scanned the pages. Eventually, the man put down the letter gently and - sighed.
-"Do you want to talk about it?" Snape asked.
-"I wish I knew if he was telling the truth," Harry said, "What if this is all a - big joke?"
-"I could always slip him some veritaserum, if you wish," Snape replied easily. - Harry would have laughed but Snape sounded dead serious.
-"No," he replied instead, "You'll probably be sent to Azkaban if the ministry - finds out."
-"You don't need to send a reply," Snape said, "You don't owe him anything. He even - says so himself."
-"But what if he means it?" Harry asked, "I can't just not reply."
-"I think you'll find that you can," Snape responded, "You are fully capable of - tossing that letter in the bin and moving on with your life. If you wish, you could - toss it in the fireplace."
-Harry chuckled. "That's a nice thought but I don't think I could do that," he - said, "If Dudley is sincere, it took a lot of courage for him to write all those - things. I honestly never even thought he would be able to write this much in one go." - Harry chuckled. "But it's his handwriting."
-"How do you wish to proceed?" Snape asked.
-"I don't know yet," Harry said, "I think I'll take a few days to think about - it."
-"That is always a wise course of action," Snape said, sipping his tea. "Were you - still hungry? I could heat your food for you if you wish."
-"No, thank you," Harry said, "I don't think I could eat anything else right now. - Can we just do some brewing or something?"
-"As you wish," Snape said, standing up from his seat. "Would you like to continue - on your potion?"
-"Not that one," Harry said, "I'd rather keep the tests for it contained to - Hogwarts."
-"Why?"
-"Well, think about it," Harry said, "The last test had as a side-effect that all - of the ghosts in Hogwarts were drawn to me. If I had done that test in here, it - would've seemed as if nothing had happened at all."
-"That's a valid point," Snape agreed, "So what would you like to do instead?"
-"Well, do you have any foxgloves stored in here?"
-For the next couple of days, Harry practically locked himself in the potions lab – - which Snape had created in the basement of the house – coming out only to eat and - sleep.
-Snape would often find himself brewing right next to the boy, keeping a wary eye - out as Harry tried to create the potion he wanted to make for Alex. He knew that - Harry was trying to process Dudley's letter and was doing so by burying himself in - potions work but Snape didn't mind. At least the behaviour was not as - self-destructive as some of Harry's had been in the past.
-On the third day of brewing, Harry had just added the flax seeds and orange zest - for his second attempt when he sat down heavily into his chair.
-Hedwig – who they had not been able to keep from the basement – sat proudly on a - thick perch that Snape had fastened to the wall. She hooted softly in response to - Harry's sudden arrest.
-"Harry?" Snape asked, "What's wrong?"
-"I'm going to send a reply," Harry responded, "It's only right."
-Snape sighed heavily. "If that is what you wish," he said.
-Harry remained silent as Snape walked over to his cauldron and peered inside of - it. "Ten times clockwise should do, I'd wager?" he asked. Harry nodded before leaning - back and closing his eyes.
-"I thought I was rid of all this, you know," he said while Snape stirred his - potion for him. "I haven't even so much as thought about the Dursleys in over a year. - Besides during the Occlumency lessons, of course."
-"The past is never where you think you left it," Snape said easily, "But sooner or - later, we all have to let go of it."
-Harry looked at him strangely as Snape let go of the ladle and turned to look at - him.
-"How do you come up with these things?" Harry asked in bewilderment.
-"I read a lot," Snape replied, smirking, "Now, are you going to toss in the next - of your ingredients or will you deem this batch a failure as well?"
-Harry huffed. "You know as well as I do that the creation of a new potion does not - happen overnight."
-"It doesn't," Snape agreed, "But I believe that this potion will prove to be a lot - easier than the one you're already attempting."
-"I agree," Harry said as he emptied a small container of dirt on his station and - imbued it with his magic. "But I still don't think I've got it entirely."
-"At least you're getting practice in the technique I showed you," Snape pointed - out, "That should help greatly with the – What are you planning on calling that - potion anyway?"
-"Umbral Locum," Harry informed him rather proudly.
-"Fitting," Snape said, "And yes. These techniques will work great for that."
-Harry buried the flobberworms in the sand, watching as they started writhing. When - they stopped moving again, Harry cut them up and tossed them in the cauldron.
-"I suspect it will," he said. He stirred twenty times counter-clockwise, making - sure to scrape the bottom of the cauldron sufficiently as to not allow any of the - residue to stick to the bottom. "Do you think Alex will want to be my test subject - again?"
-"He didn't seem averse to it last time," Snape pointed out, "I think he really - wants to fly that broom. Which reminds me. We've been invited for dinner on boxing - day."
-"Wow, really?" Harry asked, "Emma wants to put up with you again?"
-Snape smirked. "I'm quite sure that she's rather fond of you," he said, "but it - wouldn't be proper of her to invite only you."
-"She might try to set you up with someone again," Harry chuckled.
-"Or she might have found someone for you this time," Snape pointed - out.
-Harry removed the cauldron from the fire and allowed the liquid to cool down. "I'm - going to write my letter now," he said, "If I don't do it now, I fear that I never - will."
-"Dumbledore has always said that you're far too quick to forgive," Snape said - gruffly, "And by Merlin, he is right."
-"I don't think you understand," Harry said, smiling gently. "But I will forgive - him not for his sake, but for my own. It's what I need to do if I want to move on - from this."
-"When did you get so smart?" Snape groaned.
-Harry grinned. "I read a lot."
-Dudley,
-I would never have expected to hear from you again but here we - are.
-I must admit that I wasn't too eager to read your letter and - afterwards, I had to think it over for days before deciding that I would write back - to you.
-You are right to say that your actions – as well as those of your - parents – have hurt me more than words can say. Seeing that on paper makes it sound a - little awkward, but it's true.
-Your parents are monsters and I will never see them in any other - light. But you were a child that was taught by his parents to hurt the freak as much - as he could. That doesn't mean I approve of your actions but it means that I - understand.
-I appreciate the offer of taking action against your parents but I - would rather not. I'm already in the wizarding paper enough as it is, I don't want - anyone to know about what my home life has been like. I would rather forget all of - this has ever happened and move on.
-That said, I think I could manage to allow for at least you to - remain in my life, though I don't think I want to see you just yet. Writing this - letter already takes a lot out of me.
-When you have children of your own, I will make a conscious effort - to meet them, of course. As long as they're not taught the same values you were, I - might even be willing to be part of their lives. But those are things for the far - future and will remain to be seen.
-In any case, I appreciate that you broke ties with your parents for - what they've done to me. And it means a lot for you to acknowledge your mistakes and - tell me you're sorry. I know that must've taken a lot of courage.
-You can write me back if you want. I'll tell Hedwig to wait for - your reply if you want to give her one. Just tie it to her foot. She'll enjoy a strip - of bacon, should you have it.
-Harry.
-Harry reread the letter a couple of times before deciding that it would do, sealed - it and tied it to Hedwig's foot. "Bring this to my cousin, Dudley," he said.
-Hedwig fluffed her feathers in dismay and Harry chuckled. "I know," he said, "I'm - apprehensive too but I think I should give him one more chance. Don't you?"
-Hedwig looked away haughtily and Harry stroked her feathers. "I don't have a whole - lot of family left, Hedwig," he told her, "I know the chances of me making up with - Dudley are slim at best, but I owe it to myself to try."
-Hedwig regarded him carefully for a while, then nipped his ear and flew away. - Harry swallowed nervously when he saw her leave. There she went. Only time would tell - if he made the right decision.
-Harry sat reading in the sitting room with Snape on the day before Christmas. Alex - had willingly tried his second batch of the potion but it had still been ineffective. - Well, not entirely perhaps. It had made his hair rise and float towards either Snape - or Harry. Whoever had been closest. So Harry had been able to make the potion react - to magic – since that seemed to be what Alex' hair had been doing – but not in the - way he had wished it to.
-"Catalogue it nonetheless," Snape had said, "It may not seem useful - right now but maybe someday, someone will know exactly what to do with it."
-Harry sighed as he flipped the page in his Herbology book as he was looking for an - ingredient that could replace the orange zest. Suddenly, his focus was broken when - the floo flared green and a certain blonde stepped through the fire.
-Harry was supremely jealous of the poise and grace with which Draco managed to - step out of the hearth. Harry had been able to stay on his feet last time, but that - was really all that could be said of him.
-"Happy Christmas!" Draco exclaimed happily. In his arms, he carried several gifts. - "Where may I put these?" he asked politely.
-"Happy Christmas, Draco," Harry replied. He jumped up from his chair and went to - greet his friend. "Glad you could make it. Just dump the presents under the tree, if - you will."
-Draco snickered and did as he was suggested.
-"Got anything good for me?" Harry asked.
-"You?" Draco asked incredulously, "Don't be daft. These are all for Severus and - for me, from my friends."
-"Oh, really?" Harry asked as he eyed a package with his initials on it. "And - what's that?"
-"Harry," Snape chided, "It's not polite to snoop."
-"I'm just teasing," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
-"What were you reading?" Draco asked as he eyed the Herbology book Harry dropped. - "That looks utterly boring."
-"I'm just looking for a substitute for my orange zest," Harry said, "I'm trying to - create a potion that would allow muggles to use wizarding tools."
-Draco snorted. "And whatever would you want to do that for?"
-"Alex would like to try flying," Harry said, "And I'm sure that there are many - more wizards out there with muggle friends that would like to give some aspects of - our world a try."
-"I don't know," Draco said doubtfully, "I don't think I approve of muggles - invading our world even more."
-Harry shrugged, "Well, that's what I'm trying to do, whether you like it or not," - he said.
-"It's time you got over those prejudices, Draco," Snape snarled from the couch. He - was narrowing his eyes at the blonde but the boy didn't seem to be too perturbed. "I - would think you would know better by now."
-"I do," Draco objected, "But I don't think it's a good idea to go and give them - magical powers. They could blow everyone up!"
-"I'm not going to give anyone magical powers, Draco," Harry said in exasperation. - "Frankly, I think that would be impossible. All I need is for the muggle energy to - not clash with the magic of the item, like a broom so he's able to use it."
-"I know of more fun ways to spend my holiday," Draco said, "But you do you, I - suppose. If I might make a suggestion, you should probably use ginger instead."
-"Ginger?" Harry frowned, "Why?"
-"Ginger cleanses the body of many things," Draco said, "It might even cleanse - those less than desirable muggle energies."
-Harry wasn't sure if Draco was kidding or not, but his suggestion didn't sound too - bad. "Okay," he said, "I'll give that a try next time." Snape chuckled in - amusement.
-"And speaking of gingers, isn't Weasley coming as well?" Draco asked.
-Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the comment and shook his head. "No, he can't" - he replied, "Mrs Weasley wants as much of her children at home as possible over the - holidays. I can't say I blame here."
-"I would imagine she would have invited you over in that case," Draco pointed - out.
-"She did," Harry admitted, "But - well - We had a previous engagement."
-"Meaning me," Draco said as he made himself comfortable in the chair next to - Snape's.
-Harry shrugged. "It's not like I haven't had Christmas at Ron's place before," he - said, "But I've never had one with you."
-Draco eyed the book Snape was reading curiously to which Snape raised a sardonic - eyebrow.
-"What are you reading?" Draco asked, smiling innocently as he leaned over the - armrest of his chair.
-"Not something that would interest you," Snape replied evenly.
-"If you really think so, why not just show me?" Draco said, leaning even closer. - For a moment, Harry thought the chair might topple but Snape turned the book so Draco - could read it. The blonde frowned in disgust at the cryptic text.
-"What's that?" he asked, "I can't understand a thing it says."
-"That's the point," Snape pointed out, "It's a code."
-"Oh," Draco replied, "And you're trying to crack it, I presume?"
-"You presume correctly," Snape replied.
-"Guys!" Harry exclaimed, "Christmas morning is tomorrow and you're both sitting - here discussing some book?"
-The combined smirks of Snape and Draco were a little unsettling but Harry braved - them by putting his hands on his hips.
-"I like a good read as much as the next guy but I forbid the reading of anything - more intellectual than a greeting card or cracker joke."
-Snape sighed and gently closed the book, putting it back into its rightful place. - He secured it with a complex charm and leant back into his chair, steepling his - fingers. "Very well," he said, "What did you have in mind?"
-Harry grinned mischievously as he locked eyes with Draco.
-A/N: It was never my intention to get chapter 25 to be the Christmas chapter - but I must admit that it's a happy coincidence nonetheless! Please enjoy.
-Chapter 25
-Harry found himself in the kitchen, adding milk to the pudding mixture as he - whisked them into a cohesive blend. Zippy was off somewhere pouting but Harry was not - to be deterred.
-"I still don't understand why you're doing this," Draco said as he dipped a finger - into the dark rum. "Isn't this exactly what a house-elf is for?"
-"This is part of Christmas," Harry said importantly, "You need to make your own - Christmas pudding."
-"Says who?" Draco asked incredulously.
-"It's tradition!" Harry pointed out.
-"Perhaps it is in the muggle world," Draco said, "But in the wizarding world, we - don't make our own pudding."
-"Yes you do," Harry snorted, "Only the very wealthy don't. So I suppose it's no - wonder that you've never touched a whisk in your life."
-"And I could go my whole life without ever doing so," Draco replied.
-"Just give it a try," Harry urged, "I promise you that it will taste so much - better when you made it yourself."
-"That doesn't make any sense, though," Draco said thoughtfully, "What part of the - process would make it taste better? What can we do that a house-elf - can't?"
-"Ah, muggles would say that we add a bit of love to the recipe."
-The snort that escaped Snape could be heard coming from the living room.
-"Oh, would you put a sock in it?" Harry said loudly.
-Draco laughed loudly. "See? Even your father doesn't agree. Can't you just leave - the rest up to Zippy and come play a game with me?"
-"This doesn't take long at all," Harry said, "Why don't you mix the fruits; sugar - and liquor?"
-"Because I don't want to," Draco said evenly.
-"Come on," Harry urged, "You can make a wish as you stir it!"
-"And muggles really believe such a wish would come true?" Draco asked - incredulously, though he still started mixing the fruits.
-"Not really, no," Harry admitted, "But it's a nice thought, nonetheless."
-"If you say so," Draco said as he kept stirring. "You know, this sort of reminds - me of Potions class."
-"It's very alike," Harry said, "If you can brew a wiggenweld potion, you can make - a Christmas pudding. All you have to do is follow the recipe."
-"Will it explode if I add the wrong ingredient?" Draco asked.
-Harry chuckled. "No, don't be daft. You could burn it if you raise the temperature - of the fire too high, though."
-"I'll leave that up to you then," Draco said.
-"Dad!" Harry called out. He was still getting used to calling Snape that but he - found that the more often he did, the easier it became. Draco flashed him a - half-smirk as he did which Harry could only take as approval.
-Harry had also noticed that – for now – the use of the word 'dad' made Snape - spring into action immediately. He wondered how long that would last.
-As he had suspected, Snape walked into the kitchen, eyeing Harry's mixture - critically. "Yes?" he asked.
-"Could you stir the fruits for a few seconds," Harry asked sweetly, "And make a - wish while you do."
-"Why?" Snape asked icily.
-Harry sighed in exasperation. "For magical folks, you two really have no respect - for all things that make Christmas truly magical."
-"That's probably because we can actually use magic," Snape said. As if to - demonstrate, he raised his wand, flicked it, and made the stirrer stir by itself.
-"I don't think that counts," Harry said, though he wasn't sure of that himself. - "Just stir it by hand for a few seconds. Please?"
-With a suffering sigh, Snape grabbed the stirrer, mixed the fruits for a few - seconds and handed it back to Draco. "Satisfied?" he asked.
-Harry grinned broadly. "Absolutely. You can go back to whatever it is you were - doing."
-Snape didn't dawdle and went back to the sitting room. He was no doubt still - working on deciphering that text that the Weasley twins had liberated for him.
-"Allow me to stir it for a moment," Harry said, grabbing the bowl from Draco. The - blonde relented easily and watched as Harry mixed the fruits, a dumb smile on his - face.
-"You baffle me sometimes," Draco said.
-"Hm?" Harry reacted absentmindedly.
-"First of all, I can't believe the saviour of the wizarding world is making his - own Christmas pudding," Draco pointed out. "And second of all, I can't get over the - fact that doing menial labour such as this makes you happy."
-"I doubt you'd understand," Harry replied.
-"Try me," Draco urged.
-"Well, it's just that –" Harry sighed, trying to gather his thoughts. "- I was - never allowed to be part of any Christmas traditions when I still lived with the - Dursleys and – well – something happened recently that got me thinking about that all - over again."
-Draco raised a curious eyebrow. "Why wouldn't they let you join them?"
-Harry suddenly realized that he had never really told Draco about his life with - the Dursleys and was now resisting the strong urge to bang his head against the - wall.
-"Harry?"
-"Could you check the recipe for me?" Harry asked, "How long did the pudding have - to cook?"
-"Five to six hours," Draco replied evenly as he eyed Harry curiously.
-"Right," Harry replied cheerfully, "Pass me the foil, will you?"
-Draco sighed. "As you wish, Harry."
-While the pudding simmered on a low fire, Harry took Draco to go sledging. Snape - had warned them not to go too far and had explicitly forbidden them from treading on - the ice.
-"If I catch you so much as stepping foot on that ice, I will divide all of your - Christmas presents among the needy orphans," he had said. Neither boy had taken great - consideration into his words but they weren't really planning on skating anyway.
-"I know a good hill not far from here," Harry said. He was pulling the sledge - along the snow. Draco had taken a seat on top of it, leisurely eyeing the surrounding - landscape.
-"You're not really helping, you know," Harry pointed out.
-"A smarter wizard would simply use magic," Draco retorted.
-"Have you completely forgotten that this is a muggle neighbourhood?" Harry asked, - "If anyone should see you using magic, you could get arrested."
-"So be subtle about it," Draco said. He went to lay flat on his belly as the - sledge kept moving along, Harry pulling the rope dutifully. Draco whispered an - incantation and suddenly, the sledge felt a lot lighter and easier to move.
-Harry threw Draco an exasperated glare. "Draco," he snarled, "What did I just - say?"
-"You didn't even notice me doing anything," Draco chuckled, "And neither did any - muggle. Sometimes, you just need to be a bit more Slytherin about things."
-Harry rolled his eyes but decided to let it slide. Quite literally.
-"There it is!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at a rather steep hill. Underneath the - heaps of snow lay a dead-end street, Harry knew, that led to an abandoned manor. No - one ever went up there anymore. That is to say, Harry had investigated it at some - point but there was nothing to be seen in there. It had probably once belonged to the - owner of the factories here before they all went out of business.
-"Well?" Harry asked, "Looks like fun, doesn't it?"
-"Harry," Draco said doubtfully, "We fly broomsticks for fun. You can't possibly - tell me that this sledge of yours can go faster or higher than your Firebolt."
-"It can't," Harry agreed, "But this sledge is so much easier to mount with the - both of us. Now get off, I'm not dragging you up that hill. Featherlight charm or - not."
-"Fine," Draco groaned, "But I'm not pulling that thing."
-"Just come along," Harry urged as he began walking up the hill, dragging the - wooden sledge behind him. The crunching of the snow told him that Draco was only a - few steps behind him.
-"Okay," Harry said as they reached the hill, "Do you want to be in the front or - back?"
-"I suppose I'll take the front," Draco said proudly as he took his seat.
-"Alright," Harry said, "But that means you have to watch out for obstacles and - steer accordingly."
-"And how do you steer this thing?" Draco asked.
-Harry laughed. "I have absolutely no idea!"
-"Oh, that's quite reassuring," Draco said, but he laughed and sat down - nonetheless. "If I break an arm, I'm holding you accountable, Potter."
-"Don't worry," Harry said as he took his seat behind Draco. "I know how to brew - skele-gro now."
-"In that case, let us be off!" Draco said valiantly as he used his feet to get the - sledge moving. Harry did the same until the wooden contraption gained enough speed to - move on its own and down the steep hill they went.
-Perhaps it was not quite as spectacular as riding a broom but both boys laughed - heartily on their way down as the snow caught in their path was thrown upwards and - into their faces and hair. The ride down was over far too quickly and ended without - incident.
-"That was fun," Draco admitted.
-"It's much more fun with a friend than going alone," Harry added sheepishly, "Want - to go again?"
-"Okay, but this time, let's try to go faster," Draco said.
-In a few hours' time, the pair made up of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin had made - their way down that same hill dozens of times. Near the end, most of the snow had - been cleared by their glorious escapade and so they were forced to either stop or - magically reapply the snow to the hill. They were discussing the pro's and cons of - using magic when a very familiar muggle approached them, catching Harry from behind - with a snowball.
-"Hey!" Harry protested. He turned around and grinned when he caught sight of Alex. - "Oh, you'll pay for that!" he said. He looked around mischievously and when he was - sure that no one else was around, he swished his wand as subtly as he could and - assaulted Alex with two dozen snowballs. Draco watched the onslaught with a mixture - of shock and amusement.
-"Harry!" Draco exclaimed when Alex went down and faked his own death. "After all - your goody-two-shoes logic, you go and assault a muggle with magic?"
-"Oh, it hurts," Alex groaned ridiculously, "I have been slain. The great Harry - Potter slew me." He writhed in the snow and stretched out a hand towards the sky. - "Remember me not for how I died, but for how I lived," he croaked. And then, his hand - dropped into the snow, and Alex' eyes closed.
-Harry laughed maniacally as he went to stand over Alex' 'dead body'. "Ah, - Alexander. With you gone, there is no one left to protect Spinner's end from my - wrath!" he said dramatically. Draco looked at him as if he had gone insane. "Let this - be a reminder that a muggle can never stand up to a wizard!"
-"We'll see about that!" Alex said as his eyes suddenly opened. He sprang up from - the ground and tackled Harry, dropping him into a mound of snow.
-"Yes!" Alex exclaimed, raising both of his hands to the sky, "Muggles rule! - Wizards drool!"
-"We must certainly do not," Draco snarled, "Harry, what is the meaning of - this?"
-"Oh, sorry Draco," Harry said sheepishly as he got up from the ground. He patted - down his pants to remove the snow and joined Draco again. "I got a bit carried away, - I suppose. This is Alex. Alex, this is Draco."
-Draco narrowed his eyes at Alex as the man extended his hands towards him.
-"He's a muggle," Draco stated, "And he knows about us?"
-"He's a licensed observer," Harry explained, "So yes, he does. He even gives tour - guides around here for wizards and witches."
-"You're supposed to shake it," Alex said, his hand still extended. "It's a muggle - custom."
-"I'm not an idiot," Draco snarled, "I know how shaking hands works. I simply - choose not to."
-"Suit yourself," Alex said, completely undeterred.
-"Draco, you're being rude," Harry said, "Alex is a good friend of Severus and I. - He deserves your respect."
-"Hold on", Draco said, "Are you telling me that this muggle –" he pointed rudely - at Alex, "- is friends with Severus? Severus Snape?"
-"The very same," Alex replied before Harry could, "Why do you think he lives in - this town? It's to stay close to me!"
-Draco scoffed and Harry snorted. "He's a bit eccentric –" "Excuse me?" Alex - interrupted, "- But he's one of the best men I know. I ask of you to be nice."
-Draco looked at Harry incredulously, sighed deeply and finally extended his own - hand to Alex. "I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said through gritted teeth, "I am pleased to - make your acquaintance."
-Alex took his hand in a firm grip and shook vigorously. "Proper posh boy, aren't - you?" he said happily, "We don't see many of your kind around these parts."
-"Well now I feel offended," Harry said mockingly, "Are you telling me that I'm not - proper?"
-"You fell into the river the first time we met," Alex pointed out, "And you - angered Severus every step of the way! You are not at all proper."
-Harry shrugged. "Point taken."
-"So, how is that potion coming along, if I may ask?" Alex asked.
-"Ah, so you're the muggle that wants to fly," Draco interjected, "Are you sure you - could handle the altitude? If you fall, you could break something."
-"Nothing Harry or Severus couldn't fix, I'd wager," Alex sad easily, "And if - you're implying that I'm scared of heights, I'm not."
-"I wish you could come to Hogwarts at some point," Harry said, "To watch me play - Quidditch."
-"Please," Draco said, "The next match is against Slytherin and you know - we'll win this year."
-"And what makes you so sure of that?" Harry asked.
-"You're far too distracted this year," Draco said happily, "I suspect that even in - the middle of a game, you'll still be thinking of bicorn horns and flobberworms."
-"Even if that were to be true, I would still beat you any day," Harry retorted. He - grinned cheekily when his eyes met Alex' again. "Come on, ask Dumbledore next time - he's here."
-"Who's Dumbledore?" Alex asked seriously.
-"Albus," Harry pointed out, "What, he's never formally introduced himself?"
-"He's a peculiar man," Alex said, "I doubt he does anything properly, unlike young - Draco here." Draco snorted in response.
-"And why would I have to ask him, anyway?" Alex added as an afterthought.
-'He's the headmaster of Hogwarts," Harry said.
-"Ah," Alex responded, "He does look like a magical headmaster. Okay, I'll - do that."
-"Are you sure you want to invite a muggle into Hogwarts?" Draco asked, "The - excitement might just kill him." Draco did not sound at all as if he would mind that - prospect.
-"If he can handle Diagon Alley on a regular basis, I'm sure he can handle - Hogwarts," Harry supplied.
-"He what?" Draco asked loudly, "Harry, what kind of muggle is this even?"
-"The kind that is very much mixed up in our world," Harry replied, "You might even - consider him a squib."
-"I'll pretend that that's a compliment," Alex said evenly.
-Draco snorted again but didn't challenge Alex' assessment. Instead, he decided to - satisfy his own curiosity. "So, what was this about Harry falling into the - river?"
-"Ah, young one, that is indeed a marvellous tale," Alex said. Harry groaned but - said nothing.
-"It was a hot summer's day and I was sitting on the riverbank, fighting a right - monster of a fish. Proper Leviathan, that." Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't help - but smile.
-"After I caught it, I see Harry standing there, clearly in awe as he gazed upon my - herculean body and handsome smoulder."
-Harry choked on a laugh and even Draco was showing a wide grin.
-"He had just seen me struggle with the aforementioned beast and – as impressed as - he was – practically begged me to take him on as my apprentice."
-"Oh boy," Harry muttered but Draco shushed him.
-"Being as magnanimous as I am, I agreed to teach him all I know," Alex continued, - "so I gave him one of my rods and taught him the basics. He fell in love with the - craft immediately and what do you know, soon a fish took the bait."
-"Did he catch it?" Draco asked.
-"Alas," Alex said sadly, "The fish fought bravely and Harry simply lacked - experience. He tried to the best of his abilities but the fish simply dragged him - into the river and would have drowned the poor lad had he not let go of the fishing - rod. But, -" Alex added darkly, " - that was not the end of his struggles."
-"What happened?" Draco asked curiously, no longer deterred by the fact that he was - talking to a muggle.
-"Well," Alex said, "That was the moment Severus arrived at the river. There was - fire in his eyes and an aura of darkness that promised nothing but pain and - death."
-Harry snorted and Draco chuckled.
-"He dragged Harry out of the river and hauled him onto his shoulder before - strutting back to his house. It was tragic. It was the last I've ever seen of poor - Harry. He's probably locked in his dungeons somewhere."
-"Er… Alex," Harry said.
-"Oh, Harry, it's so sad," Alex said gravely, "What has become of you?"
-"Is he all there?" Draco asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow, much like Snape - would.
-"He likes to embellish a lot," Harry sighed.
-"Ah, but I know that you love to listen to my embellishments," Alex pointed out, - "And don't you dare deny it."
-"I must admit," Draco said, "That was rather amusing."
-"Thank you for your consideration," Alex said solemnly. Harry just shook his - head.
-When darkness had set, Draco and Harry had gone back to the house, shivering madly - as they were greeted by the pleasant warmth of the hearth.
-"You've been gone for a while," Snape noted as they walked in, stomping their - boots on the welcome mat to get rid of the snow.
-"It was too much fun to stop," Harry said honestly.
-"We met the muggle named Alex," Draco said.
-Snape eyed him curiously. "And what is your opinion of Alexander?"
-"He's hilarious," Draco admitted, "It's a shame that he's not a wizard, - really."
-"Imagine that," Snape said, "There would be no escaping him if he were."
-"He said he's your friend," Draco pointed out, "He lied, didn't he?"
-Snape stared at Draco for a few long seconds before smirking and turning on his - heel. "I would imagine that you've worked up quite an appetite. What say you we get - started on dinner?"
-"Thank Merlin," Harry said gratefully, "I'm starving!"
-Dinner was a rather rambunctious affair during which Harry and Draco discussed - many things from Quidditch to their N.E.W.T.'s and the girls that walked the halls of - Hogwarts. Snape rarely contributed to the conversation except to provide the - occasional snarky jibe or sardonic comment.
-Eager for Christmas the next morning, Draco and Harry both turned in early. Draco - slept on a spare mattress with blankets and a comforter piled on top of him to - protect him from the cold. Neither boy had the intention to fool around when they - were supposed to sleep because even Harry didn't know what sort of secret potions - Snape had hidden away to test on misbehaving young-adults.
-When Harry opened his eyes the next morning, it took him a while to register that - it was, in fact, Christmas morning. Grinning broadly, he rose swiftly and was about - to shake Draco awake when he noticed that the blonde was already gone. His comforter - lay folded neatly in a corner with his blanket and pillow on top of it.
-Slightly peeved that the sneaky Slytherin did not wake him up, he crept down the - stairs. Years of practice enabled him to not make a single sound as he moved. If - Draco thought he could get away with leaving Harry to lie in on Christmas morning, he - had another thing coming.
-Harry snuck towards the open door and was about to loudly announce his presence - when he heard Draco and Snape talking softy.
-" – Are you coping, Draco?"
-Harry heard Draco chuckle softly. But the sound was bitter rather than amused.
-"As well as could be expected, I would think," Draco replied, "But it's –" he - exhaled sharply, "- It's hard, Severus."
-Harry became aware of the sound of shuffling and peered around the corner to find - himself staring at the back of his two most loved Slytherins. Snape had draped an arm - around Draco but the blonde sat stiffly as he stared into the fire. Harry felt a pang - of guilt for observing the scene in front of him but found it hard to stop seeing how - he had already made the transgression.
-"I understand how hard this must be for you Draco," Snape said soothingly, "If - there's anything I can do -"
-You've already done plenty," Draco said, "You have no idea how it felt to be - invited for Christmas." Harry thought he could hear Draco's voice crack and felt his - own heart break. "For the most part, Slytherin shuns me and it's not as if any of the - other houses readily accept Slytherin outcasts."
-Harry could see Draco lean into Snape's embrace this time.
-Another bitter chuckle escaped Draco's lips. "Except for the golden trio, of - course."
-Snape sighed deeply. "Those three do seem to be rather close to you these - days."
-"They trust far too easily," Draco said, but there was clear gratitude in his - voice. "I can't believe I ever acted the way I did towards them."
-"We have both made plenty of mistakes in that regard," Snape pointed out, "But - Harry has always been quick to forgive."
-"He's a lousy Slytherin though," Draco chuckled. This time, the sound was - genuine.
-"I should say so," Snape growled, "Harry, would you stop skulking around and come - over here?"
-Harry flushed when he realized he got caught and sheepishly shuffled inside. "What - can I say?" he said, "Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor."
-"You're such a prat!" Draco accused as he tossed a throw pillow in Harry's general - direction. He snatched it out of the air as it approached and put it in its rightful - place as he plopped down next to Draco.
-"There's a pot of hot chocolate in the kitchen," Snape said, "Would you like - some?"
-Harry – who noticed that both Snape and Draco already had their own mug – nodded - vigorously and Snape disappeared into the kitchen while Harry settled next to Draco. - Almost unconsciously, he slinked an arm behind Draco's shoulders in comfort and - pulled him closer. Draco allowed it.
-"Happy Christmas," Harry said.
-"Happy Christmas," Draco replied.
-"How long have you been up?" Harry asked.
-"About an hour, I think," Draco guessed.
-"You could've woken me up, you know," Harry growled in mock annoyance.
-Draco snorted. "Even I don't have to heart to wake up someone who curls like a - kitten."
-"I do not!" Harry exclaimed in horror.
-Draco shrugged, but not enough to loosen Harry's soothing embrace. "I may or may - not have a picture as proof."
-"I may not be a Slytherin but I assure you that Gryffindors are just as capable of - taking revenge," Harry said casually, "Ah, thanks, Severus," he added as he accepted - the mug of hot chocolate, releasing Draco as he did.
-"I should probably punish you for eavesdropping," Snape said as he regarded Harry - carefully.
-"Or –" Harry said pointedly, "- If I might make a counter-argument, we should - probably open up our presents now."
-"I second that motion," Draco added playfully.
-"When did I give you two the idea that this is a democracy?" Snape asked icily, "I - rule this household as a firm dictator."
-"Fine," Harry said, "Be that way. Say Draco –" he looked at him mischievously and - whispered in his ear, "Do you know how to play the piano?"
-Draco scoffed indignantly. "Of course I do, what did you expect?"
-"Then come on!" Harry exclaimed as he rushed over to the piano stool. Draco walked - leisurely behind him and went to sit next to the raven-haired boy.
-"Alright," he said, stretching the word, "What do you want me to play? Chopin? - Debussy?"
-Snape was eyeing the both of them curiously as he sipped his own hot chocolate. - Harry suspected that he had added a few shots of rum to the drink but didn't - comment.
-"How about the twelve days of Christmas?" Harry asked.
-"That is far beneath me," Draco said haughtily, "But for you, my friend, I - shall."
-"I knew I could count on you, Draco," Harry said happily, clapping the boy on the - back.
-"And a one, and a two –"
-Draco started playing the piano and Harry sang along.
-"On the first day of Christmas, my teachers gave to me –"
-Draco chimed in cleverly, "A headache caused by Occlumency!"
-Harry chuckled, quickly grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment and picked right - back in.
-"On the second day of Christmas, my teachers gave to me –"
-"Two lemon drops,"
-Snape snorted audibly,
-"And a headache caused by Occlumency."
-Draco and Harry altered as they made up the next sentence for their original take - on 'Twelve days of Christmas' until they ended up at five. Harry quickly scribbled - something down and showed it to Draco. The blonde grinned and when the time was right - they both dramatically sung at the top of their lungs:
-"Five thousand points!"
-Not even stopping once as they went, the boys came up with an abundance of - Hogwartsian references as they continued blaring horribly off-key, their original - intent of simply annoying Snape long since forgotten as they were having the time of - their lives.
-Finally, they came to the final chorus of their song as they went over each point - on the list one more time, in not-so-perfect harmony.
-"On the twelfth day of Christmas, my teachers gave to me -
- Twelve ghosts a haunting
- Eleven feathers floating
- Ten monsters prowling
- Nine house-elves cooking
- Eight wands a duelling
- Seven cauldrons brewing
- Six cats transforming
- Five thousand points
- Four Flobberworms
- Three Firebolts
- Two lemon drops
- And a headache caused by Occlumency"
Both Draco and Harry lingered on that last note, Harry going up while Draco went - down. With an exaggerated flourish, he hit the last key on the piano after which the - boys turned and looked at Snape expectantly.
-"You two are utterly ridiculous, do you know that?" Snape said as he calmly sipped - his hot chocolate with rum.
-"I thought we were rather ingenious," Draco commented, "Coming up with lyrics on - the fly like that."
-"Now, can we open our presents or should we continue singing?"
-"While quite amusing," Snape replied with a wide smirk, "I do believe you've - earned the right to open your presents now and I'd rather not sit through a rendition - of 'Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, if I can help it."
-Harry and Draco high-fived each other as they went to sit on the floor in front of - the Christmas tree, beaming broadly whilst checking out their haul.
-"Open mine first," Harry said eagerly as he handed Draco a small package. Draco - smirked and accepted the present that was wrapped in green and silver. After - unwrapping it carefully, he produced a round contraption of sorts that hung from an - intricate-looking chain.
-"What is it?" Draco asked as he eyed the item.
-"It's a Swiss timepiece," Harry explained as he showed Draco how to open it.
-Draco gasped as he looked at the clock inside of the timepiece, ticking away - properly and extraordinarily correctly. "It's beautiful, but what is that material - it's made out of?"
-"Titanium," Harry supplied.
-"So it's Goblin-made?" Draco asked.
-"Of course not," Harry said, "It's muggle-made."
-Draco snorted. "As if muggles could get titanium and use it to craft something as - beautiful as this."
-"You know, Draco," Snape chimed in, "Muggles have been able to mine titanium for - almost as long as goblins have. And I assure you that the muggle world has masters of - its own as you can see clearly by the creation in your hand."
-"I see," Draco said softly as his eyes still widely looked at the timepiece. "It's - beautiful, Harry. Thank you. I might even wear it sometimes."
-Harry grinned. "You are very welcome, Draco."
-"My turn," Snape said as he levitated one of the gifts towards Harry. "Here you - are."
-Harry did not show the same decorum as Snape and Draco did and quickly tore - through the paper that stood between him and his present. When the malicious paper - was finally vanquished, Harry laid eyes on a beautiful golden potion knife that came - in a delicately adorned box.
-"Wow," he said, "It's beautiful."
-"It's also an artefact," Snape added, "It's self-cleaning and will cut whatever - you're cutting exactly as you would wish it. I expected it might come in handy."
-"This is amazing!" Harry said, "Thank you so much, dad."
-"You are very welcome," Snape said easily as he smiled ever so slightly.
-From Ron and Hermione, Harry received the usual abundance of sweets and books and - from Mrs Weasley, he received his traditional Christmas jumper as did Snape. - Strangely enough, the Weasley matriarch had also knit one for Draco.
-"Look at that!" Harry said, "She already thinks you part of the family."
-Draco looked at the green jumper with a grey D knitted in the middle and smiled - slightly. "She really shouldn't have."
-"Oh, you just try and stop her," Harry said, "But spoiler alert. You can't."
-"I'll be sure to send her a thank-you note," Draco said dutifully and much to - Harry's surprise, Draco actually pulled the sweater on. Harry did the same but Snape - folded his neatly and put it aside.
-"Well that's odd," Harry said suddenly, "I got a gift from Luna."
-Draco grinned widely, "Oooh, what did she send you?"
-Harry opened the box and stared at a supply of dirigible plums. He smiled slightly - as he thought of the same plums she used as earrings.
-"Interesting," Snape said as he spotted the fruits. "These enhance the ability to - accept the extraordinary."
-"Oh!" Harry said, "Do you think I could –"
-"Use them for Alex' potion," Snape completed, "Yes, I do."
-"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, "She must be psychic."
-"Or just random," Draco added.
-"It is kind of her to think of you in any case," Snape said, "Make sure to thank - her properly next time you meet."
-Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course, I will," he said, "You don't need to remind me - of the proper etiquette. Now open my gift to you, would you? It's no magical dagger, - though."
-Snape opened the box Harry handed to him to reveal a large collection of music - sheets.
-"I noticed that you know how to play the piano," Harry said, "But you don't have - any sheet music so you never actually play anything concrete. There's both muggle and - magical music in there."
-"Thank you, Harry," Snape said as he leafed through the sheet music, "I'll be sure - to put these to good use."
-"And look," Harry said slyly, "Looks like you got one more present."
-"Hm?" Snape responded, "From whom?"
-Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "It says here it's from Maya Bell."
-"Oh Merlin," Snape sighed, "Set it down. It might explode or something."
-"So check it," Harry said, "But do open it."
-"Alright," Snape said, "But stand back."
-Never one to be taken off guard, Snape performed a series of detection charms on - the small box to verify if it was safe. It took him about ten minutes to be - satisfied, but eventually, he opened the box to reveal a book.
-'Cryptography and its applications throughout History', it read. A - bookmark was stuck between the pages and Snape opened it to reveal a section on the - very same encryption method that had been used on the text he was trying to decipher - at that point.
-"Well well, wonders never cease," he said softly, "This will make my life a lot - easier."
-"She actually managed to give you a book you haven't read yet?" Harry asked - incredulously as he saw Snape's happy expression.
-"Indeed," Snape replied, "This is a very rare book. I didn't think I would be able - to get my hands on one in this lifetime."
-"Looks like there's more than one of us that will need to express our gratitude," - Harry teased.
-"It would appear so."
-"Harry, I still have something for you," Draco said suddenly, "Don't think I've - forgotten about you."
-Curiously, Harry accepted the package Draco carefully handed to him and made sure - to unpack it equally carefully. When he opened the box, it was Snape that reacted - first with a sharp intake of breath. It took Harry a tad longer to realize what he - was looking at. It seemed to be the recipe for Polyjuice potion but with remarks - added all across the recipe going on for several pages.
-"It's Arconus Fecklebright's memoir for the Polyjuice Potion," Draco - explained.
-Harry stared at the pages in awe. This was far more than just the recipe. These - pages held all the thoughts and methods the inventor of the potion had used and had - as he created the potion. With these notes, he could find out the reasoning behind - every step. He could find the method to the madness so to speak.
-"Draco," Harry said, "This must be worth a fortune!"
-Snape scoffed. "A fortune?" he sneered, "This is worth fortunes upon fortunes. I - have asked Lucius to be allowed to take a look at these memoirs for years now. But he - would never allow me to."
-Harry – who understood the full magnitude of the gift he had just received – - surprised Draco with an impromptu hug. "Thank you so much," he said.
-"You're welcome," Draco said awkwardly, "Just make sure you put it to good use. It - serves no purpose, wasting away in someone's vault."
-"Well said," Snape said in agreement, a devilish sparkle in his eyes. He was - probably looking forward to perusing the pages himself. Harry couldn't help but - chuckle at the man's eagerness.
-"There is just one present left," Snape said as he rose from his seat. Harry - flattened himself on the ground to peer underneath the Christmas tree but saw - nothing.
-"No there isn't," he said.
-Snape sighed and said: "Just wait here," as he walked to his laboratory. Harry - locked eyes with Draco but just shrugged.
-A few minutes later, Snape remerged and handed Draco a vial. "Add a few drops of - these to your mother's tea every morning," he said gently, "And let me know the - result."
-Harry frowned as he saw Draco gratefully take the potion, his eyes locking onto - Snape's momentarily before putting it away. Harry knew that he should probably not - pry.
-"So," he said instead, "Who wants Christmas pudding?"
-This chapter turned out to be much longer than I initially envisioned but I - had so much fun with it. I hope you all laughed; perhaps cried for Draco a little - bit? Please do tell me what you thought. It would make this St. Nicholas' day extra - special! (Yes, the 6th of December is special here in Belgium).
-So please review! And as I have done these last couple of weeks, I'm going to - skip the weekend and update on Monday. See you then!
-Chapter 26
-Harry could honestly say that Christmas that year had been great fun. Draco had - been great company – despite his muggle-hating tendencies – and had spiced things up - a bit. While it was always fun to have Ron and Hermione over, it was quite amusing to - have a cohort of sorts that didn't fear Snape in the slightest. Suffice to say that - Harry was sad to see Draco go but he had to go home. Besides, he was not one of the - invitees for boxing day at Alex's home.
-"Did you have a good Christmas?" Snape asked after Draco had left.
-"I did," Harry replied, "Do you think Draco did?"
-Snape smiled and ruffled Harry's hair. "I'm sure he did," he said, "It was kind of - you to invite him. I know that he appreciated it."
-"Good," Harry said, "What are you going to do until we have to go?"
-"I would very much like to make use of the book Professor Bell gave me and go back - to deciphering the ancient texts of Pythagoras," Snape replied, "I don't believe I - will have a lot of time to do so once we're back at Hogwarts so I want to make the - most of my time now. What about you?"
-"What else?" Harry replied, "I would like to try and add those plums Luna gave me - to the potion I'm making."
-"Don't forget about Draco's suggestion," Snape reminded Harry, "He may not be - aiming for a mastery in Potions but he has definitely always been adept in the - subject."
-"I haven't forgotten," Harry said, "But you don't mind me brewing it by - myself?"
-"I see no possible disasters happening with the combination of ingredients you - have been using thus far," Snape said, "But if you do wish to add something that - wasn't on your list yet, I ask that you come to consult me."
-"Of course," Harry said easily. "Happy translating."
-"Happy brewing," Snape retorted as he made himself comfortable in the sitting - room. Zippy was depositing a cup of tea on the table as Harry went down the stairs to - the potions laboratory. Another interesting day of brewing lay ahead of him.
-Harry had absolutely no idea how much time had passed when someone knocked on the - door.
-"Come in," Harry called and the door opened to reveal Snape. His hair was wet and - he smelled like soap. Harry groaned when he realized that it had to be nearly time to - go.
-"Don't groan," Snape chided, "It's mainly you that wished to be present at Alex - and Emma's home, so you can't back out now."
-"But I'm nearly done," Harry argued.
-"So put a stasis on your cauldron and finish up tomorrow," Snape said. "It's time - for you to take a shower and get dressed. We need to be there in an hour's time."
-"I understand," Harry sighed. He flicked his wand once to put a stasis on his - cauldron and walked up the stairs in clear discontentment.
-He very hastily took a shower, making sure that his hair no longer reeked of - potion fumes, and got dressed in the nicest muggle clothes he could find. When he - came down again, he found Snape dressed in his typical black attire and frowned.
-"Black again?" He asked, "No, absolutely not. Out of the question."
-Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"
-"You are going to wear something a tad more colourful today," Harry urged, "You - wore all black to their dinner party last year as well. You're not going to a - funeral, you know?"
-"I am not changing my attire," Snape said icily.
-"At least wear a different tie," Harry said.
-"Absolutely not."
-"I have a nice blue one you could borrow," Harry tried.
-"Forget it."
-"How about Slytherin green? You must have one of those."
-Snape sighed. "It's not going to happen, Harry. Now if you're quite finished, I - would hate to run late."
-"Fine," Harry muttered.
-They both donned their coats and braved the cold weather as they made their short - walk towards Alex' house. Snape had once again bought a bottle of wine - a 1985 - Bordeaux - and had handed Harry some flowers to give to Emma. When they arrived, - Snape straightened his tie and knocked on the door. That's when Harry took his - chance. He whipped out his wand which he had hidden in his coat pocket and swiftly - muttered a spell. Before Snape had the time to react, his tie had become an azure - blue.
-Snape opened his mouth to no doubt hit Harry with a scathing remark when the door - opened to reveal Emma.
-"Severus!" Emma greeted heartily as she pulled the man into a hug, "Prompt as - always. And what a gorgeous tie." She then turned her attention to Harry who handed - over the flowers with a sheepish grin. "Oh Harry, how kind of you. They're simply - gorgeous. Do come in, both of you."
-She stepped aside and allowed the two wizards entry.
-As soon as they walked into the sitting room, they were greeted by Alex much in - the same manner that Emma had greeted them. When Snape handed over the wine, Alex - chuckled and clapped him on the back. "Good old Sev," he said, "We can always count - on you to uphold proper etiquette and manners, can't we? Handsome tie by the - way."
-"Thank you," Snape replied through gritted teeth. Harry hid a chuckle in his - hand.
-"Harry, you must have grown ten inches since the last time I saw you!" Alex - exclaimed when he noticed Harry.
-"We've seen each other only yesterday," Harry argued.
-"Must be a growth spurt," Alex said knowingly.
-"Where's Charlie?" Harry asked.
-"Oh, he's at his grandparents'" Emma informed them, "So don't worry about waking - him up. He's not here. Now don't mind me, I'm just going to put these flowers into - some water."
-When Alex had Harry and Snape alone, he motioned for them to come closer and - whispered in a hurried tone: "I am so sorry but Emma invited one extra person - tonight."
-Snape frowned. "A tad unorthodox but I'm sure we'll manage."
-"You don't understand," Alex said, "She invited her sister over."
-Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Why would she do that?"
-"Well, she says that it's because her sister is finally back in the area - but I say that she wants to introduce her to Severus."
-"No," Harry said in an exaggerated tone of voice, "She wouldn't."
-"Oh, but she definitely would, my young friend," Alex said, "You don't know her as - well as I do and she lives for this sort of thing."
-"What sort of thing?" Snape asked.
-"Matchmaking," Alex said in a horrified voice.
-Snape sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Alexander," he growled, "I - thought I made it perfectly clear what my wishes are on the matter."
-"Oh, I know," Alex said, raising his hands in mock surrender, "Believe me, I do. - But there's no stopping Emma once she's got an idea in her head."
-"Oh, cheer up," Harry said, "Maybe you'll like her."
-"That remains to be seen," Snape drawled, "But I wouldn't get your hopes up; - Either way, I appreciate the warning but I think that next year I shall decline - dinner at your house."
-"He's right," Harry said, "Next time, we should probably invite you."
-"So, who's ready for the appetizers?" Emma asked as she came bustling into the - room. Alex put a finger to his hand to signify that Harry and Snape should pretend - like he hadn't said anything so they didn't.
-"That sounds great," Harry said honestly. He was already a bit hungry. When Harry - looked around the room, he could see that many things had been refurbished or simply - replaced with newer things. It was quite clear that Alex was doing very well - nowadays.
-It didn't escape Harry's notice that Emma kept checking the clock and wondered if - her sister was running late. After an hour of waiting and having eaten all the - appetizers available, Emma invited everyone to the dinner table which was quite - obviously set for five people.
-Snape smirked, "Expecting Charlie to come home early?" he asked.
-"Oh no," Emma replied, visibly flushing, "I just set a plate for him out of habit, - nothing more." Emma glanced outside once more before disappearing into the kitchen - with a barely noticeable frustrated sigh.
-"Looks like you got stood up," Harry said to Snape who snorted rudely in - response.
-"I will not lose any sleep over it," Snape said easily.
-Emma re-emerged balancing four plates of cheese croquettes. Harry quickly got up - and took two of the plates from her.
-"You're such a gentleman," Emma said appreciatively as they set the plates - down.
-"This looks absolutely delicious, my princess," Alex said, "Very much like - yourself, in fact!" He took her arm and pulled her into his lap, giving her an - exasperatingly long kiss. Snape met Harry's gaze and rolled his eyes. Harry snorted - at his father's antics.
-"Alex," Emma chided after a while, blushing fiercely, "The food will get - cold."
-"Can't have that," Alex agreed, "Dig in, everyone!"
-At that moment, the doorbell rang twice and Emma got up from her seat immediately. - As she rushed towards the front door, Harry could've sworn he heard her mutter - 'finally' under her breath.
-"Watch out everyone," Alex hissed, "Here she comes."
-Harry chuckled. "She can't possibly be that bad."
-They heard the door open and heard muffled voices as well as some higher-pitched - exclamations that could be expected from two sisters greeting each other. Footsteps - came up front and Emma hushed someone behind her before approaching the dinner table - somewhat sheepishly.
-"Harry, Severus," she said, "I have a confession to make."
-"Is that so?" Snape asked sardonically. Harry kicked him lightly under the table, - smiling politely all the while.
-"I invited my sister over for dinner today as well," Emma said, "She's a bit late - but I'm sure you'll get along just fine if that's okay."
-Harry knew that Snape did not appreciate being lied to but was amazed by the grace - Snape exhibited as he gestured that all was well.
-"Oh, good," Emma said at the sign of approval. "Come in, sis!"
-A much too familiar chocolate brunette stepped forward, her amber eyes widening as - she took in the company in her sister's dining room.
-"Maya, this is Severus and that is Harry. Guys, this is Maya."
-Harry's mouth fell wide open as his History Professor appeared before him. He - glanced at Snape for a sign as to what to do but the Potions Master seemed entirely - unable to process this information. Maya seemed equally stunned but was the first to - break the tense silence by breaking into a fit of giggles.
-"Maya!" Emma chided, "That is not a proper way of greeting my guests."
-"Oh Emma," Maya laughed, "You have simply no idea how amusing this is."
-Snape snorted and Harry too began to laugh. He was entirely too confused about all - of this. If Maya was Emma's sister, did that mean that Emma knew about magic? And if - she did, was she aware if Alex visiting the wizarding world every so often? Did she - realize that Snape was a wizard?
-"Emma," Snape said as he threw a wary glance at Maya. "Could you please excuse us - for a moment?"
-Emma blinked in confusion a couple of times but seemed to oblige. "I suppose I - will need to make some extra food for Maya. Alex, would you care to join me?"
-"I actually believe it would be beneficial for Alex to stay for a moment," Snape - said. When Emma frowned at him, he smiled at her kindly. "Don't worry, Emma. If I am - correct about certain… things, you will soon be informed."
-"Fine," Emma said, "But I swear, you're just as weird as my sister is - sometimes."
-Harry broke into a new fit of laughter at that and Emma left the room.
-"So," Maya said, grinning widely.
-"So," Alex said, "What's going on here?"
-"Maya," Snape said, "Does Emma know you're a witch?"
-"Of course she does," Maya said easily, "How could she not? I don't go around - obliviating family members, you know?"
-"Hold on," Alex said, "A witch?"
-"Oops," Maya said, slapping a hand in front of her mouth, "Oh Severus, look what - you made me say. I really don't want to keep obliviating Alex. I think it's making - him sort of loopy."
-"Are you telling me that you've obliviated Alex as well?" Snape asked.
-"Frequently," Maya said, "It's so difficult to keep magic hidden from this - one."
-"No one is obliviating me!" Alex protested, "I have a license."
-Maya frowned. "What is he talking about?"
-"He's a licensed observer now," Harry interjected, "We took him to the ministry - last year."
-"You know what," Maya said, "Emma said that she thought the person she was - introducing me to was a wizard but I never imagined that I would stumble onto - you!"
-"Are you sure this is not some very elaborate prank?" Snape asked, "Because if so, - I must admit that it's very well executed."
-"It's not a prank," Maya said, "I merely came here to have dinner with my sister - and her goofy husband. Sure, I knew that I would have to face another matchmaking - attempt but that's how that goes."
-"This is ridiculous," Harry snorted.
-"It's fantastically confounding," Snape agreed. "Alex, if you would summon Emma - back into the room. I'll heat up the food."
-He took out his wand and placed a warming charm on the plates that were already - set on the table. Shaking his head in utter confusion, Alex stuck his head in the - kitchen and asked his wife to come back.
-"Alright, what's going on here?" Emma asked as she placed a plate in front of - Maya.
-"Emma," Snape said, "Harry and I are wizards."
-Emma glanced at Alex who didn't seem at all shocked by the announcement. She then - looked at Maya who was eyeing her somewhat sheepishly.
-"You see," Maya said, "I teach History of Magic at Hogwarts. Severus is my - colleague. He teaches defence against the Dark Arts and Harry is a student of - ours."
-Emma looked at her somewhat wide-eyed. "But – that's, - Alex?"
-"Ah, that is entirely my doing," Snape said matter-of-factly, "I've had to erase - Alexander's memory a couple of times already in the past and thought it prudent to - have him registered as a licensed observer instead. He keeps finding out, - anyway."
-"I knew it," Emma then said, "I knew you had to be a wizard. No one is - that good at healing people, no matter how potent you say your herbs - are."
-"But if your sister is a witch, why didn't you ask her help?" Harry asked.
-"She lived in America," Emma said, "And since she doesn't use phones or anything, - I couldn't very well contact her."
-"I can't believe you knew all along," Alex said, a small smile on his face.
-"And I can't believe you've been able to keep this secret," Emma countered.
-"What I can't believe is that I just found Severus and Harry in your - dining room!" Maya added happily.
-"No wonder you're so crazy!" Alex exclaimed, "You're magical!"
-"As magical as they come," Maya said with a wink. "Now let's eat please. I'm - starving! I got lost on the way here and thought I'd never eat again."
-"Don't be so melodramatic," Emma said.
-Harry chuckled. "This is mental. And you're all so calm about this!"
-Emma and Alex eyed each other for a moment before showing off a big toothy - grin.
-"We've learned to expect the unexpected from each other," Alex said.
-"Surprises like these keep our marriage exciting!" Emma agreed.
-"Muggles," Emma and Snape said simultaneously which made Harry laugh again.
-"Wine, Severus?" Alex asked and without waiting for a response, he filled Snape's - glass to the rim. "No need to be polite. We have enough of everything."
-"Yes, how are you managing that, Alex?" Maya asked, "Last I checked, - there's nothing interesting to be seen in this town."
-"Nothing but Voldemort's place of death," Alex said evenly.
-Maya almost choked on her whine. "You're telling me that you're giving wizards and - witches tours of that event?"
-"Absolutely!" Alex said, "Affluent folk, you magical people. And quite generous as - well."
-"That's such a relief," Maya said, "For a moment, I thought you might have become - a drug lord or something."
-"How dare you!" Alex said in mock anger, "I'll have you know that there is no man - more honourable in the entirety of this town."
-"So did you two have a nice Christmas?" Maya asked Harry, now ignoring Alex - completely.
-"Absolutely!" Harry said, "Draco and I went sledging. We made Christmas Pudding - and we sang Christmas carols!"
-"Oh yes," Snape drawled, "They wrote quite the interesting rendition of 'Twelve - Days of Christmas'."
-"Is that so?" Maya said, "Perhaps I'll have you two perform it in class."
-"Merlin, no!" Harry exclaimed, "Please don't. That would be mortifying!"
-"So, do you two ever have joint classes?" Emma asked as she put away the last - mouthful of food on her plate.
-"No, Sissie," Maya said, "I mean, how would that even work?"
-"Hm," Emma responded, "Are your rooms close to each other?"
-"Not at all!" Maya said, "Severus lives in the dungeons –" Alex snorted – "And I - live nearer to the towers."
-"Of course Severus would live in the dungeons," Alex said, "Why am I not - surprised."
-"It's not that bad," Harry interjected, "His rooms are nice… as far as - dungeons go, at least. You should come to check them out sometime, Professor - Bell."
-This earned him a light cuff on the back of his head courtesy of Snape. "Mind your - cheek, brat," he said.
-Emma chuckled as Alex topped Snape off once more.
-"Harry is going to try and get me to fly a broom," Alex proclaimed out of the - blue.
-"Muggles can't fly brooms," Maya said easily.
-"No," Harry agreed, "But I'm trying to brew a potion that could make it - possible."
-Maya laughed. "Alex on a broom? He would kill himself!"
-"Or perhaps I could become the world's greatest quidditch player!"
-"Impossible," Harry said, "Because that's me."
-"Oh?" Snape said, "Getting a bit cocky, are you? How many times must I remind you - that pride is a Slytherin quality"
-"Yes well, intelligence and wit are Ravenclaw qualities," Harry retorted, "But - that doesn't stop you from making cleverly snarky comments every chance you get."
-"Point taken," Snape admitted as he sipped his wine.
-"Oh you and your house rivalries," Maya chided, "Some of the best relationships - out there are between people from different houses."
-Snape made a noncommittal noise.
-"Time for the main course," Emma said happily as she went back to the kitchen to - fetch the turkey.
-"Your sister is quite the cook," Snape noted, "Does her skill run in the - family?"
-"Goodness gracious, no," Maya said easily, "Kitchens hate me as do pots and - pans."
-"I would imagine you could get quite lost in the kitchen," Snape smirked.
-"Oh please," Harry said, "As if you cook all that much."
-"Just because I don't doesn't mean I can't," Snape remarked. "In actuality, I am - quite a good cook."
-"I can imagine," Maya said, "Isn't every potioneer good at cooking? It's kind of - the same skillset, isn't it?"
-As the evening progressed, Harry noticed that Alex kept the wine coming in rather - large quantities. He wisely decided to only have two glasses but the older and - supposedly wiser adults all partook in the emptying of several large bottles. Even - Snape didn't seem to be paying too much attention to the amount he was ingesting, but - that could honestly have everything to do with Alex who kept secretly topping off his - glass.
-After dessert – which was a Christmas cake – they all made themselves comfortable - in the sitting room where they enjoyed a cup of tea with biscuits. Even when one was - stuffed, there was always room for biscuits.
-"You know what Severus," Maya said, "You're actually quite friendly when you want - to be."
-Snape barked a laugh, "I dare you to proclaim that sentiment at the Gryffindor - table."
-"Oh, they know," Maya said easily, "They see how you're coddling this boy." She - pinched both of Harry's cheeks, smiling at him as she did. "Doesn't he look extremely - coddled? Look at him!"
-Snape regarded Harry for a moment. A smile slowly crept on his face before he - finally nodded. "Yes," he admitted, "He is properly coddled."
-"Professor Bell," Harry complained, "If you could please let go."
-"Oh, Harry," Maya said as she drew him into an impromptu hug that was much too - tight. "Call me Maya, would you? My sister says you're practically family! Severus - too!"
-Snape grunted. "That might be a bit of an exaggeration."
-"Or you simply need to drink more wine!" Maya said happily. She took the bottle - from the coffee table and poured Snape another glass. Much too Harry's surprise, - Snape chuckled pleasantly.
-"We're having tea now," he said, "You should be clever enough to know the - difference."
-"Ah –" said Maya, "Spoken like someone who has never mixed the two before."
-"In this country, we respect our tea enough to not mix it with alcohol."
-Emma laughed as she snuggled closer to Alex. She kept whispering into his ear as - she pointed at Snape and Maya. Meanwhile, Alex just nodded with a goofy grin on his - face. Harry kept wondering how these people were all older than him.
-"Tell me, Maya," Snape said in a voice that Harry could only describe as sultry, - "Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar."
-Maya giggled as if that was the funniest thing anyone had ever asked her. "A - goat's stomach, silly!" she replied, "How are you a Potions Master if you don't even - know that?"
-Maya shuffled closer to Snape to get to the biscuits. For some reason, Snape had - grabbed the entire plate and placed it next to him. At that moment, Harry decided - that Snape was entirely too inebriated as was Maya. He would probably be quite cross - with Harry the next morning if he did nothing now. And as much as Harry would like to - see Snape come out of his shell, doing so under the influence of alcohol would - probably do nothing to further any future familiarities.
-"It's time to go home, Severus," Harry said.
-"Just a moment, Harry," Snape replied. He had picked up a biscuit and held it out - of Maya's reach. Maya tried grabbing it but apparently couldn't think of the solution - to simply stand up to take the biscuit away from Snape. Instead, she half leaned over - him to try and get it.
-"Now, dad," Harry urged.
-Snape groaned and tossed the biscuit Maya's way. "I'm afraid that Harry is quite - right. We would best be going."
-"Do you have to?" Alex asked, "It looked like you were having fun."
-"I must admit that it was an enjoyable get-together," Snape said as he rose from - his seat, "But all good things must come to an end."
-"Not history," Maya said dreamily, "History never ends. It only begins."
-"Bye Alex," Harr interrupted, "Bye Emma. I'll see you two later. And I'll see you - in school, Professor."
-Maya waved her biscuit at him. "See you in school, Harry. Remember to write your - essay on troll folklore."
-"Already done that, Professor," Harry said. Snape had donned his coat and was - ready to go. Even when inebriated, he seemed steady enough on his feet.
-"Thank you for a pleasant evening," Snape managed to say before Harry all but - pushed him out the door. As they left, they could still hear laughter coming from - within the house.
-"I didn't require you to rescue me, you know," Snape said and Harry detected a - slight slur in his speech pattern.
-"You'll thank me in the morning," Harry said. The rest of the walk home they - walked in silence but a comfortable one. Harry's annoyance had dissipated already and - he was enjoying the cold winter air on his face.
-When they reached the door, Snape sort of fumbled with his keys, so Harry took - them from him and opened the door.
-"Inside and straight to bed," Harry ordered.
-Snape managed to raise a sardonic eyebrow. "Harry, I'm almost entirely certain - that I have not had enough to drink for you to give me orders."
-"Only almost?" Harry asked.
-Snape waited for a moment before replying. "Almost," he said and he dutifully went - up to his room. Harry followed behind wondering if he was going to have to help Snape - even more but the man shut the door in Harry's face.
-"I am definitely certain that I'm not inebriated enough for you to take off my - shoes," came Snape's muffled voice from behind the door.
-"Well, if you're certain," Harry chuckled before going into his own bedroom. It - was long past midnight and he was very tired. At least he wouldn't wake up - to a headache the next morning. Grinning to himself, he fell asleep.
-I want to thank everyone for their reviews and continued support. The previous - chapter was a blast to write and it's so much fun to see everyone's wishes and - speculations in regards to Maya and Snape. Thanks for that!
-Chapter 27
-Harry was the first one to wake up the next morning. But he had guessed as much - would be true. For a moment, he contemplated making one heck of a racket as he went - downstairs but he decided against it. Snape would no doubt be grumpy enough without - Harry ruining his morning even further.
-So instead, he went down to the potions lab and removed the stasis from his - cauldron. He had Zippy bring down some sandwiches as he carefully imbued the plums he - got from Luna with his innate magic, smiling slightly as they seemed to brim with - life as he did. After he was certain that the magic took, he chopped the plums into - small cubes and added them to the concoction.
-Then came the most complex part of this particular potion. The stirring. Harry had - realized that in order to 'confuse' the magic that would seek to repel muggles, he - would need to lead it astray with a set of tricky stirring motions that he had been - able to set up with Snape's help. He took the piece of parchment on which he had - written down the instructions and started stirring.
-Two clockwise. One counter. Four clockwise. One counter. One clockwise. Seven - counter. And so on.
-Harry didn't even notice when the door creaked open, nor when a large shadow was - cast as Snape came down the stairs. He did notice it when the man finally approached - him to watch what he was doing but he was not startled or brought out of his - concentration.
-Thirteen clockwise. Five counter. Two clockwise. Wait five seconds. Another two - clockwise.
-Harry was nearing the end of the text that described the move-set he needed to - respect. As he stirred, the potion changed colour numerous time. Sometimes, it seemed - to shift into two colours at once before they mingled slowly and turned into an - entirely different colour. It was as if he was working with a liquid rainbow.
-Until finally, he stopped. Not wasting any time, he hauled the cauldron off the - fire and cast a freezing spell at the bottom, effectively draining all warmth from - the potion.
-"Nicely executed," Snape said evenly when Harry started bottling the potion.
-"Thanks," Harry replied without taking his eyes off of what he was doing. "Good to - see you're finally up. Did you come down here to find a headache reliever?"
-Snape smirked. "Initially yes," he admitted, "But then I saw what you were up to - and decided to stay and watch. But now that you've reminded me –" He walked over to - the potion rack and grabbed a headache reliever.
-Harry imagined that if the roles were reversed, he would be forced to suffer - through the headache since it was self-inflicted but he dared not mention this to - Snape. The happier the man was, the easier his life would no doubt be.
-"Have you eaten?" Snape asked after he had downed the liquid.
-"Breakfast," Harry replied, not sure of the current time.
-"Then I propose that we share lunch," Snape said.
-Harry chuckled. "Are you sure you can stomach food right now?" he asked.
-"Don't be such a brat," Snape said grumpily.
-A few moments later, both wizards found themselves seated around the dinner table, - eating the lunch that Zippy had cooked for them. Harry noticed that Snape ate very - little but drank a disproportionate amount of water. Harry enjoyed some eggs – sunny - side up – with toast, completely undeterred by Snape's apparent lack in appetite.
-"I still can't believe it," Harry said, "You know, how Maya ended up being Emma's - sister. Or did you forget?"
-"My memories are very much intact," Snape grumbled, "And yes, it is quite the - coincidence."
-"I think muggles should have a code word or something," Harry said, "I mean, Alex - and Emma both knew about the existence of magic but kept it a secret from each - other."
-Snape groaned. "Really, Harry, how would that even work?" he asked, "On the other - hand, don't answer that. I'm not in the mood for pointless chatter."
-"Fine," Harry said, "In that case, let's talk about the potion."
-"The muggle magicker potion, you mean?" Snape asked glumly.
-"That's the one," Harry replied entirely too cheerful. "I am ready for another - test phase."
-"Do as you wish," Snape replied, "But could you hold off until tomorrow? I feel - like I should be present to cast a cushioning charm should the need arise. And I - don't feel up to it today."
-Harry opened his mouth to protest but Snape's glare already told him that there - was no point.
-"Alright," Harry conceded. "Tomorrow."
-Tomorrow had been fast approaching and the next morning, Snape had been entirely - ready to get an early start again. His grumpy demeanour had once more deflated into - his common snarky attitude and he found himself reading the newspaper long before - Harry had even stirred from his slumber. The headline of the day was not in - accordance with the Christmas cheer of the past few days.
-Muggle Mayhem sullies Holidays
-Last night, the muggle town of Little Hangleton was viciously - attacked. A large number of muggles seem to have disappeared overnight while even - more muggles have been murdered without any sign of external injuries. Auror Angsley - suspects the use of the killing curse.
-But not only muggles were the victims of these horrible attacks. A - few resident wizards that have tried to stand up to the assailant in question, have - also sadly fallen.
-We can only assume that the culprit is one of the death eaters that
- are still at large. The last few that were arrested were taken in because of the hero
- of the wizarding world 'Harry Potter', but it is high time that we become able to
- rely on our Aurors rather than on the skills of a seventeen-year-old
- boy.
Snape sighed deeply and set the newspaper aside. This smelled of Rookwood and - suspiciously so. It was almost as if the man didn't worry about being found out. His - purpose here was not to instil terror – though he did so very well – but something - entirely different. If only he could find out what that something was…
-"Good morning," Harry yawned as he took the seat opposite Snape.
-"Good morning," Snape replied. He intentionally covered the newspaper with his - plate and handed Harry the toast. "Are you ready for your experimentation?"
-"Absolutely," Harry said, grinning from ear to ear, "What I'm really hoping for - –"
-But whatever Harry was hoping for would have to wait until later because, at that - time, Hedwig swooped in, carrying a package that was neatly wrapped. Another letter - was tied to her foot. Harry welcomed her descent with a piece of bacon and released - her from her encumberment.
-"Is it from your cousin?" Snape asked flatly.
-"Let me see," Harry said as he turned over the envelope. Indeed it was. He snorted - when he saw that Dudley had once again written his return address on the back of the - envelope. Muggle habits die hard. "Yes it is," he finally replied.
-He decided to open the package first. He frowned a bit at first when he saw the - blue blanket inside but when he extracted the item entirely from the box, he found - the initials H.P. embroidered into it. It was soft and smelled clean as if someone - had recently washed it. Harry set it aside for a moment before opening the - accompanying letter.
-Dear Harry,
-My apologies that I took so long to write back. I know that I - hogged your owl for a few days and I hope you didn't miss her too much, but I needed - her to deliver this package. I promise you that I fed her well.
-The reason it took so long is that I was aware of my mother having - some of your possessions. Possessions that I think you weren't even aware of having. - It took some bargaining and empty promises on my mother's part but I managed to at - least extract the baby blanket you were wrapped in on the day you were left on our - porch. I wasn't sure if you wanted it but I thought it best to leave the choice up to - you.
-I washed it first. It had been in the attic for a while and was - rather musty. The embroidery looks really well done. Years ago I heard my mum - complaining that her sister had always been better at crafts and how that wasn't - fair. I see now that she was right.
-I want to thank you for accepting my apology at least and - appreciate that you're okay with keeping in touch. I understand perfectly well that - you would have no desire to see me any time soon, if ever. Should you change your - mind, feel free to contact me. I will be looking forward to it.
-I hope you had a very happy Christmas.
-Dudley Dursley
"It's my baby blanket," Harry said evenly, allowing his hand to caress the soft - fabric. He wasn't sure what to feel at that revelation.
-"It was kind of him to send it to you," Snape said softly, watching as Harry's - fingers traced the letter H gently.
-"I didn't know mum was any good at crafts," Harry said, laughing softly.
-"She was," Snape replied, "And she was able to combine her artwork with charms in - the most lovely way. There probably was a charm on that blanket as well."
-"Do you think so?" Harry asked, eyes wide with wonder as if it was the first time - he heard of the existence of charms.
-"It seems very likely," Snape said, "Allow me." He raised his wand and gently - traced the embroidery with it as he incanted a spell under his breath. A very pale, - soft light revealed itself for a very brief moment before fading.
-Snape smiled. "I should not be amazed that Lily's charm is still in effect – if - slightly – but I still am."
-"What does it do?" Harry asked.
-"It's a warming charm," Snape revealed, "Quite simple but very elegantly applied. - The fact that it survived for more than sixteen years – perhaps even seventeen - depending on when she made it – proves just how capable a witch she truly was.
-Slowly, Snape's smile fell as he lost himself in the past, now tracing the - embroidered letter H with his long, potion-stained fingers. Eventually, he couldn't - suppress a slight sigh.
-"I know," Harry said as he placed a hand on top of Snape's. "I miss her too."
-It was late in the afternoon when Alex finally came over after Harry had sent - Hedwig to fetch him. He was all eager and ready to go, never even contemplating the - possibility that they might be feeding him poison. A fact that Snape found to be very - unSlytherin, not that Alex cared about that particular opinion.
-"Okay," Harry urged as he held out the vial of potion. The liquid inside seemed to - be swirling without prompting. "I think this might be the one. Are you ready?"
-"Please," Alex scoffed, "I was born ready!" With an exaggerated movement, he - snatched the potion from Harry's hand and downed it in three consecutive gulps. He - grimaced terribly after doing so.
-"That was ridiculously vile," he said, his face still contracting excessively, - "Couldn't you have added some sugar or honey or anything?"
-"It doesn't work like that, Alex," Harry told him. From his peripheral vision, he - noticed Snape rolling his eyes. He smiled and regarded Alex carefully. "How do you - feel?"
-Alex looked at his hands and frowned a bit. "I don't feel any different," he - admitted.
-"No queasiness?" Harry asked, "No tingling in your nose or fingers?"
-"My nose?" Alex asked, somewhat perplexed, "No, I feel nothing out of the - ordinary."
-Harry handed Alex his trust Firebolt, letting it go somewhat reluctantly. "Be - careful," he urged, "This broom is very important to me."
-"Oh sure," Alex said, "Your broom is. Never mind me, I'm sure I'll bounce if - something goes wrong."
-Harry chuckled. "Severus will make sure you will," he assured him, "Now, mount it - and try to push off a little."
-Alex mounted the broom and jumped, looking decidedly silly. He did so a few times - and on the third try, he hovered in the air for a bit longer, as if he had taken the - jump under water. Harry's eyes widened. "Yes," he said excitedly, "You've almost got - it. Try again."
-Alex jumped a fourth time and this time he stayed in the air, hovering a few feet - high. For now, the Firebolt stayed firmly in place but in the air nonetheless. Alex - was trying his very best to stay balanced, occasionally throwing an arm to his side - as to not roll over.
-"I'm doing it!" Alex shouted, "I'm flying!"
-"You are hovering," Snape corrected, "But it's an impressive feat nonetheless. For - a muggle, that is."
-"Harry, this is great," Alex said in awe. The Firebolt lurched forward a few - inches and Alex chuckled. "ho, boy," he told the Firebolt.
-"I must admit that this potion is a stroke of genius," Snape said, "Well - done."
-Harry flushed at the notion of pride Snape exhibited and averted his eyes to look - at Alex who was still fumbling somewhat. "I'll bring a second broom next time," Harry - told him, "So we can fly together."
-"Or you can bring two more and Severus can join us as well," Alex offered - excitedly.
-"I think not," Snape growled.
-Thankfully, no accidents happened. Snape hadn't even needed to cast a cushioning - charm. In the end, Alex – though he talked big – did not have the courage to attempt - any actual flying. Instead, he had hovered to and fro while Harry took notes. In the - end, he timed the potion's duration at seventy-eight minutes. Enough time for most - quidditch matches, should that ever become important.
-Harry was stirring the fluid in the cauldron gently as he waited for it to shift - in colour. Once it did, Hedwig grabbed a cluster of lavender and hopped over to - Harry, extending her foot for him to take the plant from her.
-Harry chuckled. "You're such a clever girl, Hedwig," he said.
-"She behaves like a true familiar would," Snape said. He too was brewing but he - was focusing on a blood replenishing potion while Harry took care of the calming - draught. Both were relatively easy to brew and Madame Pomfrey had run out. When Harry - had questioned why Slughorn couldn't brew the potions instead, Snape had told him - that he'd rather not hand over all of his potion-making duties. He would miss them - far too much.
-Harry was glad for it, really. Helping Snape brew like this was quite relaxing and - fun. Knowing that it was for a good cause was merely secondary.
-As Harry sprinkled some bicorn horn dust into his potion, Snape turned down the - fire underneath his cauldron to allow the brew to simmer for a few moments.
-"So, Harry," he said, wiping his hands on a cloth.
-"Hm?" Harry responded distantly.
-"I do wonder what your future plans are," Snape said. He placed two hands on his - working station and leaned forward expectantly.
-Harry chuckled. "What do you mean?" he asked, "Isn't it kind of obvious by now?" - he said as he gestured toward his cauldron.
-"That's not entirely what I meant," Snape told him.
-"Okay," Harry said slowly, "Do elaborate, then."
-"Have you given any thought to your romantic leanings?" Snape asked easily as he - started chopping up some larvae of the Asian tiger mosquito, "You and Draco seemed to - be rather close a few days ago."
-"Hold it right there!" Harry protested loud enough for Hedwig to flap her wings in - disagreement. "I don't know where you got the idea but I'm not into Draco or any - other boy for that matter."
-"Do calm yourself," Snape said, some amusement obvious in his voice, "I was merely - enquiring."
-"For your information, I'm not interested in relationships right now," Harry said - in annoyance, "I'm too busy working on my potions." He threw in his poppy seeds as if - to emphasize that point.
-Snape chuckled. "I do disagree with you," he said, "As I've told you before, you - need to spend time on things other than brewing and studying."
-"I'm already playing Quidditch," Harry protested, "And I hang out with my friends. - I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this."
-"I would simply hate for you to miss out, Harry," Snape replied, "You're in your - seventh year and as far as I can tell, you haven't explored the possibilities at - all."
-"Oh please tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying," Harry said - desperately, finally looking away from his potion to look at Snape imploringly.
-"Need I spell it out for you?" Snape asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow.
-"How would you even know?' Harry objected, flushing slightly. "It's not like I - told you much about my relationship with Ginny."
-"Ah, but you did," Snape countered with obvious ease, "You told me enough to know. - And if that wasn't enough to go on, the current red hue on your cheeks is plenty - obvious."
-The direction the conversation had taken was mortifying enough by itself but the - way Snape seemed to enjoy this current trajectory peeved Harry immensely. "Would you - stop?" he snarled, "What's it to you if I've had sex or not?"
-"I just don't want you to close yourself off just for the sake of brewing," Snape - replied, not at all deterred. "It would be a pity if you –"
-"What?" Harry interrupted, a mischievous smile now tugging on his lips, "Become - like you? Do tell, Severus. How much experience do you have?"
-"Do you really want to know?" Snape countered, crossing his arms. "Perhaps you - would prefer if I showed you? How are your Occlumency shields nowadays?" The evil - smirk on his face implied that Snape would follow through if Harry didn't let up.
-"Never mind!" Harry replied quickly, "I retract that statement. But honestly, as - far as I can tell, you haven't been with anyone at least since I started school."
-"You would not be incorrect," Snape replied evenly. He grabbed a small jar of - beetle eyes from the top shelf and shook it a few times, clearly starting to become - uncomfortable himself.
-"So when will you be bringing home a pretty woman?" Harry teased, "Or - man, I don't judge." He leaned forward on the back of his chair, his stirrer dangling - lazily betwixt his fingers.
-"I am not interested," Snape said through gritted teeth. He sent Harry a deadly - glare but the boy knew better than to flinch back by now.
-"Oh, but that won't do," Harry said, "You shouldn't spend all of your time brewing - and working. You need to be able to let loose. Much like a few days ago."
-"Whatever do you mean?" Snape asked, momentarily stopping his chopping.
-"What, don't you remember?" Harry teased. He leaned his head in his hands as if he - was recalling a precious memory. "Professor Bell was all over you!"
-"She was not," Snape sighed, "We were simply both somewhat inebriated." The - darkening of Snape's cheeks did not escape Harry's attention.
-"Perhaps," Harry teased, "But you did seem pretty happy."
-"What part of inebriated don't you understand?" Snape countered harshly.
-"I think she fancies you," Harry said in a sing-songy voice. He ducked just in - time when Snape threw a rag at his head.
-"I must admit that it is rather impressive how you've turned this conversation - around to focus on me," Snape said, "But I concede. I will not force you into any - romantic relationship of any sort. I simply wanted to express an interest in my son's - life."
-"Then why couldn't you just say so?" Harry asked in exasperation.
-Snape sighed. "I would appreciate it if you kept me informed of your relationship - status," he said, "Is that better?"
-"I'll see what I can do," Harry said, "But there's nothing going on right - now."
-"As you say," Snape said."
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-Chapter 28
-While Harry had truly had an amazing time in Cokeworth, he was really looking - forward to going back to Hogwarts. He hadn't seen Ron and Hermione for two weeks but - more than that, he was eager to give the potion another try.
-After saying their goodbyes to Alex, they left for Hogwarts a few days early, just - so Snape could get some things to do with his teaching duties in order. They also - needed to drop off their newly brewed potions in the hospital wing.
-They were back in time for dinner and Harry noticed that all of the leftover - students shared a single table with their teachers. It was elongated but not - extensively so. It was quite odd to see, really. Luna sat next to Dumbledore, having - a pleasant discussion concerning the mapping of creatures in the forbidden forest as - Hagrid interjected occasionally. McGonagall was discussing animagi with a seventh - year Hufflepuff and Bell – who had also returned prematurely – was entertaining three - Ravenclaws with a tale that would have been utterly boring had Binns told it.
-Adding themselves to the group of reorganised Hogwarts occupants, Snape and Harry - sat near Slughorn, where some seats were still available.
-"Ah Harry, Severus," Slughorn greeted amiably, "So good to see you back here. Did - you have a happy Christmas?"
-"Very pleasant, thank you," Harry replied politely. "How was yours?"
-"Oh, nothing too eventful happened, I fear," Slughorn chuckled, "I've seen Peeves - skulk around the dungeons on more than one occasion but besides that, nothing out of - the ordinary has happened. I've mostly been working on some personal research."
-"Harry here managed to invent an entirely new potion," Snape said as he cut into - his beef Wellington.
-"You don't say?" Slughorn said in astonishment. "Do tell, is it the one you've - been working on for the last couple of months?"
-Harry felt himself flush somewhat because of the unwanted attention but replied - anyway. "It's a different potion," he said, "Nothing too spectacular, really. It was - just something I've been playing around with."
-"There's really no need to make yourself or your accomplishments smaller than they - are, Harry," Snape chided lightly. "We're all academics here and I'm certain that - Horace would be quite interested in your invention."
-Harry frowned at Snape who smirked back at him and shrugged.
-"Well, alright," he conceded, "I created a potion that will allow for a muggle to - interact with magical items such as a broom."
-"You don't say," Slughorn said in obvious wonder, "And if I may ask, what did you - use for the base of your potion?"
-"Dirigible plums," Harry provided, "They were a Christmas present from Luna –" - Harry smiled at her when she looked at him at the mention of her name, "- and it - occurred to me that they were perfect."
-"Inspired!" Slughorn exclaimed, "But what did you use to counter their - gravitational pull?"
-"I didn't need to use anything," Harry said proudly, "I simply imbued the plums - with innate magic and they were ready for use."
-"Simply!" Slughorn exclaimed a bit louder than Harry would have liked but the - astonishment in the Potion Master's voice fed his sense of pride. Snape simply looked - smug. "That is a very high level of skill, Harry. One that not even a fifth of all - Potion Masters possess."
-"Do you?" Harry asked, realizing too late just how rude that question - might be.
-Slughorn regarded him for a moment before smiling slyly. "I do," he replied, "And - I know what it takes to learn this particular skill. I gather you've mastered - Occlumency then?"
-"In the sense that Occlumency can ever be mastered," Snape replied smoothly, "But - yes, the boy is extraordinarily talented when it comes to innate magic."
-"Fascinating," Slughorn said, eyeing Harry hungrily as if he was an important - experiment. "Have you been able to test the potion yet?"
-"Oh, I have," Harry replied easily, "We have a muggle friend that knows all about - magic –" McGonagall choked on a potato and Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "- And he - managed to stay afloat on my Firebolt after he took the potion."
-"Do you think he would be able to use a wand after drinking the potion?" Slughorn - asked. Harry thought the man's food must be getting cold as it lay there seemingly - forgotten. He thought about the question for a moment.
-"As much as any wizard can wield a wand that isn't theirs, I would guess," Harry - finally said, "A wizard that has never had any practice with spellwork and magic, of - course."
-"It would be interesting to see if he could," Snape noted.
-"I'm quite certain that this particular muggle would be quite happy to assist you - with your experimentation," Dumbledore suddenly interjected, "But I must suggest that - you remain cautious. I don't know how the ministry would react to a magic-wielding - muggle."
-Snape smirked. "Forgive me, headmaster, but aren't you calling the proverbial - kettle black?" he asked, "For some reason, a certain antediluvian wizard I know has - seen fit to introduce this muggle in question to our world rather dramatically."
-Dumbledore chuckled. "I simply hate to see talent and enthusiasm wasted," he said, - "And I daresay that the young man is thriving because of my interference, wouldn't - you say?"
-Most of the other occupants sitting at the table now seemed thoroughly lost. Only - Maya occasionally chuckled and cast knowing glances at Snape as well as Dumbledore. - Luna certainly looked as if she knew what the conversation was about but she could - just as easily be thinking about something entirely different.
-"Besides," Dumbledore continued, "Life is simply that much more pleasurable when - we understand each other, wouldn't you say so, Maya?" His baby blue eyes sparkled - annoyingly bright and with one glance at Snape, Harry knew that his father was - thoroughly exasperated.
-"Are you telling me you were aware of these impossibly coincidental - circumstances?" Snape snarled as he gestured in Maya's general direction.
-Dumbledore laughed heartily in response. "My dear boy," he said fondly, "There is - very little I am not aware of. Besides, I think it's best that we all try and live - our lives as if we were doing so on purpose."
-Luna – who sat comfortably besides Dumbledore – laughed disarmingly. "That would - certainly confuse death, wouldn't it?" she added.
-Dumbledore smiled broadly. "Or make him into our ally," Dumbledore told her softly - as if it was a secret he shared only with her.
-The other people sitting nearby looked at their headmaster somewhat flabbergasted - before everyone went back to their own conversations.
-"So about this muggle acquaintance of yours," Slughorn said, picking up where they - left off, "Do you think we could convince him to visit Hogwarts at some point in the - near future? Finding a muggle test subject is quite difficult and I would be very - interested to see your potion in action. Perhaps I could discern some issues or - unknown aspects you missed, hm?"
-Snape and Harry looked at each other for a moment. "I think he would be quite - amenable to the idea," Snape replied.
-"Preferably at the next Quidditch match," Harry added, "If Professor Dumbledore - would allow it, of course."
-"Dear Harry, I am somewhat astounded that you would think me disagreeable with - that prospect," Dumbledore interjected again, "While I won't have a flock of random - muggles explore these sacred halls of their own volition, I could never reject one of - the close friends of one of my staff."
-"Close friend is a bit much," Snape protested.
-"You had dinner at his house for boxing day!" Maya protested, "And you two seemed - pretty chummy to me."
-"I'm sure that you were simply seeing things," Snape objected, "Possibly due to - the wine."
-Maya giggled but didn't object which Harry though to be quite graceful of her. She - might as well have pointed out that Snape had been equally drunk. Instead, she just - winked at him and said: "Whatever it is you think of Alex, he thinks the world of - you. If he were an owl or a cat, you would have a familiar on your hands."
-"Alexander is not nearly as useful," Snape said coldly, "Though he did manage to - deliver a letter."
-Harry snorted, "And he was sort of able to fly."
-"Someday we'll make an owl of him yet," Snape smirked, "Perhaps an idea for your - next experiment?"
-"What, animal transformation?" Harry asked, "That sounds ridiculously hard."
-"Impossible, I would say," McGonagall interjected with pursed lips. "It is a fine - art to become an Animagus. There is no way that you could bottle the discipline - required for the transformation."
-"Is that a challenge, Minerva?" Snape asked mischievously.
-"Nothing of the sort, Severus," McGonagall said plainly as she daintily lifted her - cup of tea. "I would hate for any accidents to happen on my account."
-"Perhaps if we were able to distil the innate magic of the animal in question," - Harry told Snape, "And combined it with that of the drinker, it might have the - desired effect."
-"But however would you stop both sources from mingling?" Snape asked. McGonagall - groaned in exasperation but was ignored.
-"You could entrap the innate magic of the human specimen in water," Slughorn - suggested.
-"And the beastly essence in oil," Snape finished thoughtfully, "That's quite a - brilliant suggestion, Horace."
-"But of course," Slughorn told him easily, "Don't forget who taught you."
-"But we would probably need to wait for the full moon," Harry continued.
-Snape shook his head. "The half-moon is what I believe you should be aiming for," - he said.
-"Why not both?" Slughorn added, "It would take some time but it might work."
-"Honestly!" McGonagall growled suddenly, "You three are impossible. There is no - way to create an animagi potion."
-"Afraid that it will fail, Minerva?" Snape smirked, "Or worried that it might - actually work?"
-"Don't come complaining to me when you find yourself trapped," McGonagall said - haughtily. But Harry caught her small smile of amusement. When she saw him looking at - her and was sure that Slughorn and Snape were discussing the possibilities amongst - themselves again, she winked at him. Somehow, Harry thought that she was actually - quite pleased to see Snape passionate like this. Or maybe it wasn't him she - was pleased about.
-Listening to his mentor with a half-ear, he refocused his attention on his - chicken.
-The day after Snape and Harry had come back, Dumbledore had summoned Harry into - his office and he couldn't help but wonder what he had done wrong now. Maybe - Dumbledore was upset about what had happened with the ghosts?
-By the time he had arrived at the gargoyle statue, he had worried himself a great - deal and found himself playing with a loose strand on his robe.
-"Chocolate-covered strawberries," Harry muttered, the gargoyle Dumbledore had - dubbed Archibald allowing him passage.
-As soon as Harry stepped into Dumbledore's office and saw the brilliantly white - smile he was greeted with, all of his worries disappeared.
-"Good to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said, "Would you care for a lemon drop?"
-Harry chuckled. "No thank you, sir," he declined respectfully.
-Dumbledore's eyes shimmered with amusement. "You know," he said, "You always used - to take a lemon drop before. I do believe that Severus' dislike for sweets is rubbing - off on you."
-"I think it's just me growing up," Harry replied easily.
-"Ah yes," Dumbledore said, "The unstoppable passage of time. It is quite sad and - yet quite happy all the same, wouldn't you agree?"
-"Of course, sir," Harry said, not sure what reply was expected of him.
-"But I forget myself," Dumbledore chuckled, "I did not summon you here to listen - to the mad ramblings of an old fool. No, I wish to discuss with you the potion you - have been trying to create."
-Harry's heart jumped slightly. So he was here about his most recent - mishap.
-Dumbledore seemed to read his expression correctly and smiled encouragingly. "No, - Harry," he said, "You're not in trouble. Quite the opposite, in fact. I think that I - will be able to help you."
-"Help me?" Harry said hopefully, "Do you mean it?"
-"I rarely say things I don't mean, Harry," Dumbledore said truthfully, "And I wish - to support you in any way that I can. Now, have you ever heard of an alchemist's - circle?"
-"No sir," Harry replied.
-"Ah, I didn't think so," Dumbledore said, "You see, as you no doubt know, I've - partnered with Nicolas Flamel for an important portion of my life while working on - several alchemical discoveries and developments."
-"I know, sir," Harry said, remembering his first year well. Dumbledore flashed him - a knowing smile.
-"While the outcome of your potion was not entirely your desire, it was only to be - expected," Dumbledore said, "I don't know if you've ever heard of innate magic?"
-Harry grinned, "I have sir."
-Dumbledore actually looked surprised at that. "Have you now?" he asked, "Well, - that makes this conversation a lot easier already. You see, I believe the reason that - your potion summoned ghosts was because it reacted to the innate magic of the castle - as well as its inhabitants."
-"Do you mean the ghosts?" Harry asked, somewhat perplexed. Potions weren't - supposed to do that.
-"The ghosts; the students; the teachers; the rats, all of them," Dumbledore - replied, "All lives, big and small have an effect on any form of magic that is so - decidedly large."
-"Large?" Harry asked.
-"You are attempting to cross planes, Harry," Dumbledore said, "Even if only in - spirit, that takes a tremendous amount of magic. And other spirits interfere with - that process."
-Harry frowned. "So what do I do about that?"
-"The alchemical circle I mentioned earlier – otherwise known as a containment - field – would help keep all innate magic that you do not wish for, out," Dumbledore - said.
-"That's amazing!" Harry said in obvious excitement, "And you will teach me how to - make one?"
-Dumbledore chuckled. "Calm yourself, Harry," he said fondly, "This is not a - dangerous or hard spell I'm teaching you. This is actually rather basic. One of the - first things a budding alchemist would learn. But I believe that it would benefit you - greatly."
-Harry didn't care. Impressive or not, it was amazing that Dumbledore himself was - willing to teach him this alchemical circle. Anything that would help him, he would - take. And as Dumbledore himself had told him before: 'No knowledge is - wasted'.
-The circle itself was nothing magical at all. Instead, it was a drawing. A - slightly complex drawing, yes, but nothing Harry couldn't handle. He was to draw it - in white chalk and make sure that the edges touched each other perfectly to complete - the circle. He even noticed some runes that he was familiar with mixed into the - edges. It took a mere hour of practising to get it right and for some reason, Harry - didn't feel too accomplished.
-"Am I doing it right?" Harry asked sheepishly.
-"That will do perfectly," Dumbledore told him, "But we won't know for sure what - the effect will be until you apply it. Just make sure to take special care to draw - the runes for stability and structure correctly lest there be undesirable results. - Try it next time and tell me what happens. I confess that I'm rather curious as to - what the results will be."
-Harry nodded his consent. "Of course, Professor," he said, "And thank you very - much for showing me this."
-Dumbledore chuckled. "Oh Harry, even though my teaching days have long since - passed, I do still enjoy filling the minds of students with all kinds of wonder."
-Fawkes thrilled beautifully at that statement.
-School restarted the next day. The tables had been reset in their normal positions - and Harry found himself back at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by his friends.
-Draco had joined them once again and Harry noticed that he was wearing the Swiss - timepiece he had given the boy for Christmas.
-"So, you might even wear it sometimes, huh?" Harry pointed out - with a smirk.
-"What can I say?" Draco shrugged, "There's no arguing over quality."
-"It's beautiful," Hermione noted, "And it really suits you, Draco."
-"It does have an aristocratic feel to it, doesn't it?" Draco said, lifting the - piece as he looked at it some more.
-A gasp from Lavender Brown made the fearsome foursome look at her. When Hermione - caught sight of what she was reading, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
-"Ignore her," she said, "She's probably fawning over some pretty boy again."
-Ron chuckled. "Yeah, 'Witch Weekly'. Ginny was into that for a - while."
-Harry would have ignored her but she was showing more and more people the magazine - cover and everyone she showed it to either broke into uncomfortable fits of giggles - or looked away in obvious embarrassment.
-"For once they're not looking over here," Harry murmured, "So it can't be me."
-He noticed a few people looking over at the head table and when he looked over - himself, he saw Maya sitting there with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and - couldn't help but think, 'What did you do now?'
-Snape was becoming increasingly annoyed at the stares that were directed his way. - When he glared at the ones openly looking at him, they would avert their gaze for a - while, only to giggle at one of their companions and stare at him once more.
-The attention he was getting was mostly female and was directed his way from all - tables of all houses. But there were some boys in the mix as well. Thinking for a - moment that Harry had something to do with this, he looked pointedly at his son but - the boy seemed equally confused.
-He sighed deeply when he realized that there could only be one other person that - would dare and try to openly embarrass him and that person was sitting right next to - him.
-"What did you do this time, Maya?" he asked calmly, trying his best not to seem - bothered.
-"Me?" Maya asked in mock disbelief, "Whatever do you mean, dear Severus? I haven't - done a thing."
-Suddenly, Sprout broke into a fit of giggles and slid a magazine in McGonagall's - direction. Snape noticed that her eyes widened for a moment and that she tried to - cover up a smile with her hand as she read.
-Having no patience for decorum or etiquette, Snape snatched the magazine - McGonagall was reading and stared at it, his own eyes widening in shock.
-Right there, on the front cover of Witch Weekly, was a picture of his own face, - his expression focused as he carefully and precisely chopped op potion ingredients. - He glanced over at his colleagues who seemed to be staring at him with a mixture of - shock and amusement. Growling to himself, he looked at the page McGonagall had been - reading, his eyes narrowing as he devoured the sappy wording about his person.
-Our most eligible bachelor of the week is none other than renowned - Potion Master Severus Snape.
-The intellectual witch might have seen him appear in 'The Practical - Potioneer' quite often, and even more so now that he has taken a young apprentice - under his wing.
-This man has a brilliant mind that he uses not only for the - betterment of the magical community but also to help young witches and wizards - develop their own talents. Though stern towards the students he teaches, he is - devoted to them wholeheartedly.
-He is amazingly charismatic and possesses dark eyes that are able - to read any willing witch like an open book. It will surely take him no time at all - to find out your deepest desires and act on them.
-Severus enjoys reading, brewing potions and spending quality time - with his son. He prefers a 1985 Bordeaux wine at dinner and his favourite flowers are - lilies. While a hard man to get to open up, he actually has a very solid sense of - humour and will no doubt surprise you with it if you give him a chance.
-He is very dependable. A loyal and very courageous man who will - happily save a damsel (or witch) in distress.
-But don't wait too long ladies for this man will surely be snatched - up soon. He is – after all – an extraordinarily rare specimen.
-For a moment, Snape felt himself be overcome with mortification as he realized - what all those – for the most part underage – witches were babbling and giggling - about. He glanced sideways at Maya who sat there looking decidedly smug. He was about - ready to throw something at her when he regarded the text a second time.
-It was not derisive or mocking. There were no signs of this actually being a prank - and any witch who read this magazine would definitely not see it as such. In fact, it - was all rather flattering. A 1985 Bordeaux indeed. Who other than Maya would know - this? It was the bottle he had brought with him on boxing day. And the lilies? Alex - had no doubt told her. He liked telling that story to whoever would listen, after - all.
-With as much dignity as he could muster, he closed the magazine, handed it back to - McGonagall and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed as he looked at Maya. She - was smirking at him and he raised a curious eyebrow, regarding her as he would a - particularly interesting potion experiment.
-"So," he drawled, "You think me amazingly charismatic, do you?"
-Maya blinked a few times, her smirk lessening, albeit slightly. "Whatever do you - mean?" she asked innocently.
-"It's quite clear that you're behind this, dear Maya," Snape said, "Do you deny - it?"
-"I might have implied that you would make a fine bachelor of the week," Maya - admitted, "Urging the publishers of the magazine to do a piece on you."
-"Truly?" Snape asked, "And yet, it would appear that you did slightly more than - that."
-"Whatever do you mean?" Maya asked. She was turning rather red and Snape smirked - in the face of her discomfort. Ah, how the tables had turned.
-"This text was clearly written by your hand," he said, "No one else – even at this - table – knows my wine preference."
-Maya snorted, "So I devoted myself to this prank," she said, "I hope you don't - find it too much of a bother."
-It was clear that she was trying to distract him into feeling embarrassed again - but she could not outslytherin the Slytherin head of house that easily. Instead, he - slightly leaned his chin into the space between his thumb and index finger, with the - other fingers lightly brushing his lips, the arm propped up on his armrest. A - devilish smile adorned his features and his dark eyes sparkled mischievously.
-"My dear," he teased, "I do think you've shown your hand much too quickly."
-Maya huffed indignantly as Snape expertly turned the entire prank around on the - instigator. The article had been nothing if not flattering, after all, so in truth, - he shouldn't be too embarrassed. If he thought about it, he rather appreciated the - things Maya had noticed about him. Not that that would stop him from handing out some - payback. He noticed that a large portion of the attending students was now looking in - their direction, as was every member of staff.
-"I suppose I did," Maya muttered. She got up from her seat, still red as a - Weasley's hair and walked out of the great hall, betwixt the Gryffindor and - Hufflepuff tables. It felt thoroughly as a walk of shame that Snape couldn't help but - be amused by.
-"When you're done with that article, Minerva," he said plainly, "I would very much - like to keep it if that's alright."
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Chapter 29
-After classes the next day, Harry was hurriedly making his way towards the - dungeons, eager to give the Umbral Locum another go as well as use the alchemical - circle in the progress. Books and scrolls flung chaotically in his bag, he walked - slightly off-balance as his load hung from his shoulder. That's why, when he rounded - a corner only to find someone standing behind its bend, there was little else he - could do but crash into this person.
-They were a blur of blonde and green and Harry barely recognised Luna as they both - came crashing to the ground.
-"Luna!" Harry exclaimed as he saw the girl blink at him in confusion. She looked - terrible. A large portion of her face and hair were covered in some sort of green - slime that was slowly dripping down her body. She tried wiping it out of her eyes but - didn't seem to succeed. Every time she tried to remove the goo, it seemed to - duplicate in quantity.
-Harry got to his feet and graciously offered Luna his hand, which she took.
-"Thank you, Harry," she said, seemingly smiling at him but Harry couldn't be sure - at this point.
-"What happened?" he asked worriedly.
-"I-" Luna stammered before shaking her head and trying again. "Some very lonely - people thought they might feel better if they pranked me," she said.
-Harry growled as he felt a surge of anger. "That doesn't –" He was about to fly - off the handle – he knew – but practising his Occlumency, he kept it at bay and - calmed himself. Right now, Luna needed him.
-"Come with me," he said. He was still holding her hand and gently pulled her with - him as they travelled deeper into the dungeons.
-"I will be alright, Harry," Luna told him happily, "There's no need to worry about - me."
-Harry felt a pang of hurt in his chest when he recognised the underlying tone of - sadness in Luna's voice. He recognised it from when he had used the same tone of - voice himself, never quite able to fully disguise his hurt.
-"You will be alright," Harry agreed with her, "But for now, you - will come with me."
-Luna didn't say anything after that and agreeably followed Harry into the potions - lab. As usual, no one else was there. No one but Hedwig who was sleeping soundly with - her head tucked under her wing.
-Harry lowered Luna gently into a chair and filled a basin with some water which he - spelled warm. He grabbed a clean cloth and a stool, setting it right in front of - Luna. She stared at him with her blue-grey eyes and Harry looked back at her as he - felt a pang of sorrow for the kind-hearted Ravenclaw. He dipped the cloth into the - water and very gently began removing the slime from her cheek, being careful not to - aggravate her eyes as he did so.
-"Who did this?" he asked gently, dipping the cloth into the water once more and - wiping at her forehead. With his other hand, he gently brushed some stray strands of - hair out of her face so they would not stick to the slime.
-"Just some students in my house," Luna said easily, "They really don't mean to be - cruel. I'm sure they thought they were just playing a prank on me."
-Harry regarded her for a moment and sighed, now slowly removing the slime from her - hair as best he could. "Someone from your own house did this," he said, not even - bothering to formulate it as a question. "That's not right."
-"No," Luna agreed, "But things rarely are."
-"Wait here," Harry said, "Some of it got in your eyes. Let me get something for - that."
-He walked over to the potions cabinet to get some murtlap essence. He did his best - to remain calm and not explode in righteous fury because that was not what Luna - needed right now. He knew very well what it was like to be bullied and – even if he - rarely got it when he was younger – what he wanted most after such an encounter was - just for someone to care. He could be that someone for Luna right now.
-He grabbed the murtlap essence and sat back on the stool. Luna was looking at her - hands and for a moment, Harry thought her eyes were devoid of their usual - dreaminess.
-"They tell me I'm a freak," Luna said softly. Harry almost missed it. But those - words reignited white-hot anger within him in a flash so sudden that he hadn't the - time to control himself before several vials nearby scattered to pieces. Hedwig - screeched as they did and Luna flinched slightly.
-"I'm sorry," Harry said, grabbing her hand, "I didn't mean to frighten you. It's - just that – I used to –"
-"You remember what it's like," Luna finished for him, smiling gently as her eyes - met his once more. "It's quite alright, Harry. You don't frighten me. You never - could."
-"You're not a freak," Harry told her very sternly, "Don't let anyone ever convince - you otherwise."
-"It's true that I'm not exactly average," Luna told him gently.
-Harry huffed. "Average?" he said, "Average is for those who are too afraid to - dream. Average is for the cowards who relish in bullying harmless girls."
-He looked at her fondly, willing her to believe him. "No, you are not average," he - said, "You are amazing. You are exceptional! You are one of the brightest, most - promising witches in here. You are special to a lot of people, including me."
-Luna smiled at him genuinely. With his thumb wrapped in a piece of the cloth, - Harry wiped away a green smudge on Luna's lips, his brow furrowed in - concentration.
-"Keep your eyes open for a moment," Harry told her as he opened the vial of - murtlap essence. "Tilt your head back a bit for me."
-She did as he told her, keeping her eyes open as much as he could. Carefully, he - allowed a few drops of the essence to fall into her eyes, effectively expulsing any - of the green slime that had contaminated them.
-"There," Harry said, smiling gently, "Your eyes are their beautiful selves - again."
-Luna giggled. It made Harry's heart soar to hear it.
-"Luna," he said, "Tell me who did this."
-Luna smiled kindly. "Why?" she asked, "So you can hurt them? Report them?"
-"Well, yes!" Harry exclaimed, "They can't keep doing this to you."
-"They only do it because they're not happy," Luna said, "They want others to - suffer because they suffer. I don't want to cause them more harm."
-"But Luna," Harry protested weakly, "They hurt you."
-"And you helped me," Luna told him appreciatively, "And that is truly all I can - ask for. It made me exceedingly happy."
-"Luna –"
-"I will be alright," She gave his hand a light squeeze, "Just like you are."
-Harry sighed, but handed her the vial of murtlap essence.
-"Three drops per eye," he told her, "Once a day for another week."
-"Thank you," Luna said, surprising Harry as she pulled him into an embrace, - burying her head in his shoulder.
-Almost automatically, Harry placed a soft hand on the back of Luna's hair in - comfort, placing his chin on top of her head. Harry felt the need to linger but Luna - finally withdrew.
-"You know, I always did like the fairy tales about knights in shining armour. Take - this as my favour to you, sir knight," And with that, she kissed him on the cheek, - swirled around and left. Harry couldn't help but blush.
-Harry found himself drawing the alchemical circle – or containment field – in the - exact way that Dumbledore showed him. He paid special attention to the runes that - were the basis of the circle and spent the better part of an hour to complete it. - When he was nearly done, his knees were hurting from kneeling on the cold dungeon - floor.
-"What are you doing?" came Snape's curious question from the doorway.
-With a grunt, Harry lifted himself from the floor, dusting his robes as he did. - "It's a containment field," he said matter-of-factly.
-"I know what a containment field is, Harry," Snape chided lightly, "What do you - take me for? What I want to know is: why are you drawing it all over my laboratory - floor?"
-Harry smirked, "Should I answer your question or assume you know the answer - already?"
-"Mind your cheek," Snape said, smirking slightly, "And do tell."
-"Professor Dumbledore suggested that the reason the potion didn't work is because - of the castle's innate magic interfering with it," Harry explained.
-"Hm," Snape said thoughtfully, "That's not a bad thought. He might be on to - something. Did he teach you how to draw the circle?"
-"He did," Harry replied.
-"Absolutely fascinating," Snape said, "Well, go on then, get to it."
-Harry regarded Snape carefully. "Are you just going to be standing there the - entire time?"
-"At a proper distance," Snape replied, "But yes. If you'll forgive me, my academic - interests far outweigh your need for privacy at this moment."
-Harry rolled his eyes. "Okay, as long as you stay away from my circle."
-Snape chuckled. "I know that," he said, "I may not be an alchemist but I am aware - of its basic science."
-Harry gathered all of the ingredients he needed, making absolutely sure that he - left nothing behind, grabbed his stirrer and his theorem and finally completed the - circle as he and his cauldron remained inside.
-For a moment, a sheen seemed to reflect on a dome-shaped wall that emanated from - the circle, but it had vanished as soon as it appeared.
-"I think it worked," Harry told Snape but he got no response. When he looked at - Snape, he could see the man smirk at him.
-"What?" Harry asked. Snape rolled his eyes in obvious exasperation and shook his - head at Harry.
-"I don't – oh," Understanding dawned on Harry when he realized just how quiet it - had gotten. He could not hear anything from beyond the circle and he could only - assume that Snape – in turn – could not hear him. Well, at least they could still see - each other.
-Harry shrugged, flashed Snape a toothy grin and went to work. Another thing he - noticed – which was quite extraordinary really – was that all of his ingredients - seemed to exhibit an unearthly glow. Frowning, he picked up his thestral hooves, - somewhat horrified by the deep purple fog-like aura that seemed to emanate from - within them. At the same time, the marigold flowers exuded a pleasant orange in a way - that Harry assumed scent would look like, were it visible.
-When he looked at his own hands, he could see wisps of white emanate from his - pores, licking his skin and reaching out to the other colourful variations.
-"Innate magic," Harry whispered to himself. He could actually see the innate magic - of every object. He glanced at Snape who seemed to be studying him with a calculating - look. Harry raised his hands to the man but Snape simply arched an eyebrow. So - perhaps, those outside of the circle couldn't see it. Very well. He would best get to - work.
-For now, he wouldn't change any basic ingredients from his recipe. Perhaps adding - the containment circle would be enough to get the potion to work. He chopped his bay - leaves; imbued his marigold flowers with innate magic and diced his figs. He grated - his thestral hooves and watched the potion change colour as he stirred.
-Being closed off from everything else gave Harry a sense of calm that helped his - focus greatly. The further he got into the potion, the more obvious the colourful - mists around him became. They seemed to be reaching out to him. To be calling him. - Whenever he grabbed an ingredient, his own magic seemed to embrace that of the - element, mingling for a moment before separating once more. It was nothing short of - fascinating.
-When Harry would throw in the items, their magic would be absorbed by the scalding - hot liquid and become part of the swirling mix of what Harry was starting to think - was a semi-sentient potion. Because indeed, the tendrils of magic that protruded from - the potion seemed to be reaching out to Harry. They were calling him. Beckoning - gently and soothingly. Harry thought that if he listened carefully, he could hear the - chimes of little bells.
-It was nearly ready. He was sure of it. The liquid was now white. It looked like - milk even though the swirls of magic told Harry that the concoction was far more than - that. Now all he needed to do was to personalize it.
-As he would for the Polyjuice potion, he pulled out a few of his hairs and threw - them into the cauldron. The magical tendrils absorbed the gift hungrily and in a - manner of seconds, the hairs were gone. Devoured.
-The milky white substance had taken on more of a reddish tint and was sizzling - violently. A vast portion of the potion evaporated into thin air, leaving only enough - substance to fill a single vial. Harry bottled it carefully and dared a peek at Snape - who was watching him with visible anticipation. It would probably be best if he broke - the containment circle now. Before he drank the potion at least. Snape would want to - be able to intervene should something unexpected happen.
-With his shoe, he erased part of the circle, breaking the field. Suddenly, he was - flooded with sounds he had never realized were there. There were the almost inaudible - grunts of stone settling throughout Hogwarts, the distant sounds of chatter and - laughter, Snape's breathing and even the occasional sound of rats burrowing into the - walls.
-"Well, that was certainly… interesting," Snape said. His voice sounded - ridiculously loud and Harry frowned as he got used to the everyday sounds of life - again.
-"What's wrong?" Snape asked.
-"Everything's just so loud," Harry said, "Just give me a minute."
-Snape nodded and walked over to peer into Harry's cauldron, his boots clicking on - the floor. Harry was quickly getting used to the sounds once more and soon he was - able to drown out most of the noise once more. When Snape looked inside the cauldron, - there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, probably due to the lack of leftover - potion.
-"I can always make more if it works," Harry said.
-"I suppose," Snape replied uneasily, "Have you recovered?"
-"I think so," Harry said uncertainly, "Did you see?"
-"See what?"
-"The magic that exuded from everything! I think it was innate magic."
-Snape frowned. "I noticed no such thing. That's quite peculiar."
-"How so?" Harry asked.
-"I've never heard of the alchemical circle provoking such a response," Snape - replied though Harry had the distinct impression that the Potions Master was talking - to himself rather than to Harry. "Could it be because you unlocked your innate - magic?"
-"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore will know," Harry suggested, "For now, I think I - should drink the potion. Can I?"
-"Go ahead," Snape said, "But don't forget to thoroughly occlude your mind - first."
-"I remember," Harry huffed. As if he could forget all those horrid Occlumency - lessons he had to endure to be allowed to brew this potion.
-Snape gestured to him in a way that told him to carry on with it. So Harry - occluded his mind and drank the potion.
-Where potions usually had a horrid taste – courtesy of all the strange ingredients - one would mix together – this one didn't taste too bad. Harry thought he recognised - the taste of fruit, both sour and sweet except that it was off by a few days. Still - not too bad in his books.
-He vaguely thought to himself that next time he should be sitting down for this - when he felt his legs get weaker and his body collapse. He was caught and gently - lowered to the ground. He wanted to tell Snape thanks but he couldn't speak. He felt - his mind beginning to wander and knew he shouldn't fight it. This is what he wanted. - This is what the magic would provide for him.
-He closed his eyes and allowed the Umbral Locum to do its work.
-A surge of energy suddenly coursed through Harry and he opened his eyes once more. - But what he saw was not the potions laboratory, nor was it Snape. There was nothing - for him to recognise but he immediately became aware of the feeling of being - surrounded. He looked around him as he stood in a greyish void. The stone floor - beneath his feet was wet and there were puddles of water scattered here and there. - Then, they came into focus.
-Hundreds of sprits? Ghosts? Souls? Harry would need to think on it later but right - now, hundreds of translucent being surrounded him. Some of them were standoffish, but - others were smiling at him brightly. A few of them clapped him on the shoulder and - Harry became vaguely aware of the odd sensation of ice, combined with the warmth of - touch.
-"Hello," Harry said doubtfully, "Who are you all?"
-Some of the entities looked at each other while others gave him a mournful look. - Harry noticed that one of them attempted to speak to him because his lips were - moving, but no sound was conveyed. The academic within Harry came to the surface and - he decided that at this point, yes-or-no questions would have to do.
-"Are you all deceased?" Harry asked. A couple of the beings nodded.
-"Are you ghosts?" A kindly older lady shook her head, smiling at him. Harry - thought he recognised her eyes and felt a pang of regret for not knowing her.
-"Did you come here against your will?" This elicited some shrugs. Some beings - shook their heads while others nodded sharply.
-"Who are you to me? Are you family?" Harry asked. Some of the beings nodded while - others shook their heads. A mixed batch then.
-"Is –" Harry's voice cracked a bit. "Is my mother here? My father?" The beings - seemed to be looking around as if they were searching. Harry saw some of them - communicate with each other and thought that their sound simply wasn't able to cross - over to where he was. Then, the crowd parted and a familiar-looking man with untidy - hair stepped forward, a huge grin on his face.
-"Dad," Harry said softly. He didn't know why but he was overcome with nervousness. - What did he do now? James Potter reached out and ruffled Harry's hair. The mix of - cold and warm didn't deter Harry in the slightest. He relished in the touch that was - his father's.
-"I miss you," Harry said, his voice quivering. A translucent hand caressed his - cheek, a thumb wiping away a stray tear Harry hadn't even realized was there. Then, - he was overcome with a sense of panic.
-"Dad," he said, "Can you see me? In my daily life, I mean." James smiled and - nodded solemnly.
-"Oh, I-" Harry realized that his dad would've seen the relationship between him - and Snape. He would know that he called the man – who had been his enemy back in the - day – father.
-"I'm sorry, dad," Harry said, "But it's just that Severus has been there for me. - He helped me to –"
-James seemed pained to not be able to speak to Harry but he didn't hesitate. He - took one more step forward and embraced his son. Cold and warmth alike spread - throughout Harry's entire body as he returned the embrace. He was vaguely aware of a - hand caressing his head.
-"Does this mean, you're okay with it?" Harry asked gently. He could feel his - father nodding against him. Harry took a shuddering breath, feeling quite exhausted. - He pulled back and smiled at James.
-"Is mum here as well?" Harry asked hopefully. James shrugged and looked at Harry - with piercing eyes. His expression told Harry that he didn't know.
-Harry chuckled wryly. "I suppose I'll need to tweak this potion some more," he - said, "Maybe next time I'll be able to talk to you, or look for you - specifically."
-James put a hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled. Harry could only hope that his - current expression meant that he was proud of his son. It certainly looked like it. - He felt a pull at the back of his mind and sighed reluctantly.
-"I have to go," he said, "But it was amazing seeing you here."
-James nodded and grinned widely.
-"Until next time," Harry said as he allowed himself to be pulled back and out of - the spiritual plane he had just visited.
-He opened his eyes to see Snape look at him. He didn't appear overly worried just - yet but there was a hint of distress visible in the man's eyes.
-"Did you pull me back?" Harry asked.
-"No," Snape said, "It must've been the potion wearing off."
-"How long did it last?" Harry asked. He noticed that he was sitting on the floor - and got up, testing his legs for stability.
-"Two hours," Snape supplied. He offered his arm in case Harry would need it.
-"Sure didn't feel like it," Harry grumbled, gratefully accepting Snape's arm. "But - I suppose that was to be expected."
-"Did it work?" Snape asked. Harry did not miss the hope that exuded from the man's - voice and felt a pang of sorrow for him. They walked over to a chair and Harry sat - down in it.
-"Yes but mostly no," Harry told him.
-Snape quirked an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
-"I was there," Harry said, "In the other plane if I can call it that. And there - were spirits there."
-"Spirits?" Snape asked, "As in multiple?"
-"Hundreds," Harry sighed, "I don't even know who most of them were but some of - them were my family."
-Snape waved his wand to summon some tea. "Was there anyone there you did - recognise?" he asked, trying his best to make his voice sound neutral but not really - succeeding.
-"Only my dad," Harry said sullenly, "And I couldn't even talk to him. Not really. - They could all hear me, but I couldn't hear them."
-"I'm sorry," Snape said, "That must have been hard."
-Harry smiled. "Yes, but it was also… nice."
-Snape nodded and sipped his tea.
-They sat there in silence for a very long time. Harry had finished his second cup - of tea when he finally spoke up again. "I'll need to make some changes but I think - I'm getting close. That circle really helped."
-"I'm glad," Snape said.
-"Dad?" Harry said.
-"Hm?"
-"You know that – no matter what – you're my father, right?"
-Snape smiled and looked Harry in the eye. "Always."
-Aaaah, the potion is starting to work if you'll believe it. Harry is so close - now! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter by means of precious, - precious reviews.
-Chapter 3 is finally up! I hope you all like it. Thanks for all your support - so far.
-Chapter 3
-Harry was the first out of the floo and made a valiant effort to run up to his - room as soon as he did. His problems with floo travel caused him to stumble though, - and he slammed into the side table with quite a bit of force. He hissed a few curses - under his breath and sort of half-jumped, half-stumbled towards the door once more - when Snape came through, elegant as always.
-When he saw Harry's predicament, he just raised that typical eyebrow like the - smug, sadistic person he sometimes was.
-"You really need to work on your floo travel," he said flatly, his lips quirked - into a sardonic smile. "I can't have you destroying the furniture or your kneecaps - every time we need to be somewhere. Now, where do you think you're going?"
-"Upstairs," Harry replied quickly. The pain had already subsided into a dull - throb. That would definitely leave a bruise. But nothing would be quite as painful as - what Snape had planned so Harry made another attempt at moving upstairs.
-"I think not," Snape said, stopping Harry in his tracks. "Have you already - forgotten? You and I need to talk about some things."
-"I haven't forgotten," Harry said through gritted teeth.
-"I imagine you haven't," Snape replied evenly, sitting down in his personal - armchair. "I also imagine that this is why you're trying to run from me."
-Harry groaned loudly, still not moving from the doorway. "I'm seventeen years old! - I know everything I need to know, already."
-"Is that so?" Snape replied, "Would you mind sharing with me what you think you - know?"
-"Absolutely not," Harry said, shaking his head roughly.
-Snape sighed heavily. "Sit down, Harry," he said in an authoritative kind of - voice. Harry groaned again but did what was asked. He sat down as far away from Snape - as he could, right near the edge of the couch just in case he needed an escape. To - say that he felt embarrassed was an understatement. Snape, on the other hand, seemed - as calm and collected as ever, sitting there leaned back into his chair, his hands - clasped and resting in his lap while his dark obsidian eyes regarded Harry carefully - but with certainty.
-"I realize that this might be difficult for you to talk about," Snape said as - Harry looked away, "But I also feel that it might still be important. I very much - doubt that those muggles talked to you about anything and it's unfortunate to admit - that our school system is severely lacking in educating our children about sex."
-Harry exhaled exasperatedly, fidgeting with the edge of his robe. He didn't - respond but he did glance over at Snape once or twice. Snape seemed undeterred and - kept going mercilessly.
-"You are a young adult and there is no doubt in my mind that your thoughts are - often occupied by images of certain young ladies, one of which might be Ms - Weasley?"
-Harry leaned on his fist as he eyed the door but he did nod once. He kept crossing - and uncrossing his legs and didn't really seem to know what to do with his arms. - Where did he put them when he tried to relax? Wherever he left them, they were in the - way. His cheeks felt hot and he had to swallow thickly.
-"There's really no reason for you to get so worked up," Snape said calmly, - "Everyone goes through what you're going through. It's only natural."
-Harry did his best to relax. Snape was right, of course. He wasn't the only one - with lingering thoughts about the opposite sex. And honestly, he probably wouldn't - feel so elated if he talked about it with Ron or maybe Neville. But talking this over - with Snape? Had Arthur had this talk with Ron? Did Hermione discuss this with her - mother? How did they feel about it? Merlin, this was uncomfortable.
-But Snape hadn't been teasing him nor had he smirked or grinned or done anything - that made it seem as if he was having a laugh. The only one making this - uncomfortable, really, had been Harry.
-"I'm sorry, Severus," he said, trying to relax a little. "You're right."
-Snape nodded, not pressing the issue any further.
-"May I ask if you are indeed in a relationship with Ms Weasley?" Snape asked.
-"I'm not sure," Harry confessed, "We've kissed a few times but –" he glanced up at - Snape before glancing down again, "But we haven't discussed it further. So I guess - not."
-"Have you had intercourse before?" Snape asked as casually as he would ask about - the weather, which Harry could appreciate but it did nothing to stop the - embarrassment from rearing its ugly head once more.
-"No," he said in a very small voice. He wasn't even sure if Snape had heard him - but when he glanced up, he saw the man nod. Harry felt frustrated with himself. Where - was his Gryffindor courage, dang it? He took a deep breath and lifted his head to - look into Snape's eyes, not averting them again this time. Snape seemed to smile ever - so slightly.
-"The muggles have, of course, invented several types of protection for when they - decide to finally take that step and you no doubt know about those already," Snape - said calmly, "But it will please you to know that we, as wizards, have a spell that - functions as both a contraceptive and as protection against any STI's."
-Harry swallowed thickly. He hadn't known that. And now, he was sort of eager for - Snape to explain more.
-"I know you are probably too apprehensive to ask this yourself, but I will teach - you the incantation."
-If the talk up until this point had been embarrassing, it was nothing compared to - practising the incantation to a contraceptive spell with Snape. Ron would probably be - laughing his socks off at the mention of this moment, incanting some vile limerick to - commemorate the occasion, no doubt.
-Luckily for both of them, the incantation was easy enough to learn and Harry got - it right after a few times.
-"Now, the existence of this spell does not give you the right or privilege to go - around Hogwarts and mating with everyone willing," Snape went on.
-Harry slapped a hand in his face and dragged it downward as he groaned aloud. But - Snape ignored it entirely.
-"Do keep in mind that women are not simply beings that look nice and feel good. - They too have feelings you need to take into account. Do not take advantage of them - for if I hear anything of the sort, you will have me to deal with."
-This time, Harry looked at Snape with a hint of righteous fury dancing in his - eyes.
-"Why would you even think that I would do such a thing?" he said, his voice more - fuelled by embarrassment than anger.
-"I don't believe you would do so consciously," Snape admitted, "But the - battlefield that is teenage romance is littered with landmines and booby traps. I - simply urge you to be careful. Is that something you can promise me?"
-"Yes," Harry croaked under his breath.
-"One last thing then, if I may," Snape said.
-Harry felt that Snape had already taken enough liberties... He felt the strong - urge to say that no, he indeed may not. But Snape would go ahead anyway and punish - Harry for his cheek as well. So instead he just meekly nodded.
-"Try and make your first time a special occasion when it comes to that. I advise - you to not run into it haphazardly. There is nothing wrong with waiting for a bit if - you don't feel you are ready."
-Harry waited for a few more seconds but when Snape didn't add anything else to the - conversation, he grumpily asked: "May I be excused?"
-"You may," Snape replied easily, waving his hand towards the door.
-As soon as Harry was given permission he bolted from the couch and all but ran - upstairs, nearly tripping on the stairs twice in his eagerness to get away from the - mortifying experience he just underwent.
-"Harry, we will need to get you registered," Snape said the next morning at - breakfast.
-"Registered?"
-"As my apprentice," Snape clarified, "We need to send your registration to the - guild. I will need to keep them posted on your progress and results."
-Harry frowned. "So there are more people than you to look over my shoulder?"
-"Surely, you understand that your work will need to be assessed and evaluated by - some sort of structure. Apprenticeship is not really covered by the Hogwarts - curriculum and there are no exams to determine your grade."
-"I thought you would just decide if I was good enough or not."
-"Of course not," Snape said, "I alone am not the foremost authority in what and - what is not considered a viable Magnum Opus. I will be part of the council at the end - of it, but I will not be alone in this."
-"It is quite simple, really," Snape explained, "I already drafted the document - while you were hiding in your room yesterday –"
-Harry flushed as he recalled the embarrassing conversation he had been forced to - take part in.
-"- and now all it requires is our signatures."
-Snape produced a long sheet of parchment onto which a wall of text had been - produced in a neat scrawl that was unmistakable Snape's. The header of the parchment - portrayed a large symbol that was comprised of a mortar, pestle and a phial out of - wich three drops were spilling. At the bottom of the parchment sat two large spots, - indicated by their names, waiting to be signed. Harry was indicated as 'Harry James - Potter; Apprentice whereas Snape was indicated as 'The esteemed and highly decorated - Potions Master; Severus Snape. It seemed like a lot of extra nonsense surrounding - Snape's name but it did make it all seem more official. Harry glanced over the text, - not really understanding a whole lot of it, except that Snape would have the rights - to his creations and any papers he might produce but he was also charged with - teaching Harry what he knew, furthering his career. He was also supposed to provide - Harry with housing, clothing, food and the likes but since he had already adopted - Harry, that part of the text seemed unnecessary.
-"I simply copied the text that's agreed upon by the guild," Snape clarified, "It - is important to be as correct as possible when dealing with a practice that is – for - lack of a batter term – still somewhat archaic. Oh, and speaking of archaic –" Snape - fished a small blade out of his pocket, "- this document will have to be signed in - blood."
-"Well that's crude," Harry commented, "We're not making a pact with a demon or - anything, are we?"
-"Of course not, Harry," Snape sighed, "This is simply the way of the guilds. If - you want to be an official apprentice, this is what needs to be done. You need to be - bound to me in blood until such a time you are proclaimed a Master."
-"And that might take years," Harry said flatly.
-"Indeed," Snape replied curtly.
-Harry thought it over but didn't think too much of it. Had this been any other - Master of the trade, Harry might have declined altogether. After all, binding - yourself to someone with blood didn't seem too straightforward and might even imply - something darker. But Harry trusted Snape completely.
-"Alright then," Harry finally answered. Snape nodded and proceeded to make a cut - in his left palm, allowing some blood to fall into an empty inkwell. Once he deemed - it enough, he dipped a quill into the blood and signed his name in wide, big - lettering, ending in an elegant flourish.
-"Your turn," Snape said, providing Harry with his own empty inkwell and the - blade.
-Without hesitation, Harry made the cut in his own left palm and did as Snape had - done. His signature came out a lot more untidy and short. There were no flourishes or - elegant calligraphic letters but it would do.
-For a split second, a quick glow overcame the parchment but it was gone as fast as - it had appeared. With a flick of his wand, Snape healed both his and Harry's - incisions. Then he rolled up the parchment, tying it neatly with a thin ribbon and - summoned an owl to deliver it for him.
-"Take this to Master Lovegood, for me," he told the owl after which it took flight - and disappeared through the window.
-Harry quirked a curious eyebrow but said nothing.
-"There," Snape told Harry, "We are all set for the following years. I'll be - looking forward to working with you."
-Harry snorted at the stiff manner of speech. "I look forward to learning from the - best. Not that I haven't been doing that already for the last couple of years, but oh - well."
-"Don't get cheeky with me, apprentice," Snape said, "Or I'll have you doing - nothing scrubbing cauldrons for the duration of the first year, if only to get some - discipline into you."
-Harry bowed exaggeratedly and grinned, "As you say, Master."
-Snape snorted but said nothing in response. Instead, he flicked his wand, - vanishing the leftover blood and quills and banishing the dishes to the sink.
-"I'm expecting visitors," Snape said, "And I believe that it would be advisable - for you to stay, if only for you to get a grasp on the more Slytherin of traits that - a Potions Master sometimes needs."
-"Okay," Harry said carefully, "Who's coming?"
-There was a mischievous glint in Snape's eye. "Oh, you'll see," he said, "But I - ask of you to not interfere into the conversation and to keep your reactions to a - minimum."
-"I'll…try?" Harry replied, not sure what he was getting himself into.
-"See to it that you do," Snape said. He picked up the Daily Prophet, cutting off - the conversation effectively as he scanned the articles.
-Harry was sitting at the dining room table with a nearly blank piece of parchment - in front of him. Snape was sitting across from him, reading a book. Whoever those - mystery visitors were, they had not shown up yet but judging by Snape's calm - demeanour, they were not late.
-Harry refocused his attention on the task before him and frowned. What kind of - potion did he want to create? What could be beneficial to the wizarding world?
-He stared at the ceiling as he mulled it over. He thought about his own life. What - had he himself been struggling with the most? He's had his fair share of - difficulties, that's for sure, but what had been the hardest? His face fell somewhat - when he realized just what that was.
-The death of loved ones. Especially that of those he had never known. Not that the - death of Sirius – or even Cedric – hadn't been hard to bear. In fact, it had very - nearly destroyed him. But it still didn't compare to that long-lasting ache of - longing he had always felt for his parents. The painful yearning that reared its ugly - head every time he was reminded of the horrible faith that had befallen his parents. - The thoughts about what could have been were hard enough, but that feeling of being - alone had nearly driven Harry to kill himself a long time ago.
-And while he was not alone anymore, there were still times that he missed his - parents. He missed Sirius. He missed having a true family.
-Harry sighed as he tapped the piece of parchment with the back of his quill, - biting his lower lip as he thought. He was slightly embarrassed with how dark his - thoughts had gotten all of a sudden but on the other hand, he felt that he might be - on to something. After all, he was not the only one who had lost loved ones. He was - not the only one who would have unfinished business with the deceased. How many - people longed for just a few more minutes with those who passed away? How many people - regretted those last words that had fallen between them?
-Harry scribbled the base of this thoughts down.
-Many people long for a connection to their dead loved ones. In some cases, - this might help with their mental health.
-Right. Now, what did he want to do about it? What did he want his potion to do? He - brushed his lips with the feathery quill as he pondered. He was pulled sharply out of - his reveries when the floo flared brightly and two people stepped out of the hearth, - their red hair covered in ashes.
-Both Fred and George Weasley shook their hair out, grinning sheepishly when their - gazes fell on Snape and Harry.
-"Hi, Harry! Hi, Severus!" they greeted in sync.
-Snape frowned at the familiar address but didn't reprimand the boys.
-"Mr's Weasley," he greeted curtly, "I received your owl this morning. It felt - rather –" he smirked somewhat "-desperate."
-"Desperate is right!" Fred exclaimed as he took a seat right next to Snape. George - took the seat on the opposite of Fred.
-"Severus, we have slept on it and our resolve has only grown," George - explained.
-"We need that potion," Fred argued, "Poetic Justice would fly off the shelves, we - know it!"
-"And it's not as if you have a whole lot of use for it," George said, "What do you - even use it for besides occasionally punishing our baby brother? Don't get me wrong, - it was hilarious! But we see greater things for your creation."
-"Don't let it be forgotten and kept in the dark," Fred begged.
-"How does twenty per cent sound?" Fred and George asked in unison.
-Snape had listened to the twins in amusement, his lips twitching ever so slightly - as if to hide a smile.
-"I don't think you understand, gentlemen," Snape said, "I have no need for money. - I am well off enough to live rather comfortably for the rest of my days."
-"Aha!" Fred exclaimed, "No need for money you say –"
-"- but perhaps you have need for something else?" George finished.
-"There are many things a Potions Master such as me could want," Snape said evenly, - "But most of those things can be bought or bargained for by myself. It's not - something I could use two rambunctious Weasley twins for."
-Fred and George looked at each other, a wide grin on both of their faces.
-"You said 'most of those things'," Fred pointed out eagerly.
-"That means that there are some things that you can't get your hands on," George - said, nearly licking his lips in anticipation.
-Snape folded his hands neatly in front of him and regarded the twins - carefully.
-"There is one thing," he admitted, "I suppose I could – oh, never mind. There is - no way that two children such as yourself would be able to assist me in this - manner."
-"I hear someone underestimating us, Fred," George said loudly.
-"It would appear so, George," Fred replied, shaking his head, "One would think - that anyone who has dealt with us for so many years would know better."
-"Try us, Severus," George said eagerly.
-"Name your price and our reward," Fred followed up, nodding.
-"Very well," Snape sighed heavily, "If you insist."
-The twins glanced at each other with victory shining in their eyes before focusing - their attention on Snape. Harry's presence seemed to have been all but forgotten.
-"The thing I require is the ancient texts of Pythagoras," Snape said evenly, - pausing for effect. The confused looks on the twins' faces indicated that they had no - idea what Snape was talking about.
-"It has come to my attention that these texts are currently hidden somewhere in - the Library of Alexandria."
-Snape smirked when he saw understanding in the eyes of both twins.
-"Naturally, the library is not only defended by curses and traps that were placed - there by the ancient Egyptians, but it is also guarded closely by a group of wizards - called 'the Order of Anathema'. They've put several layers of protection in place - that I doubt even Albus Dumbledore could breach."
-He lifted his eyes to meet the twins' excited gazes.
-"Do you now see how impossible this venture would be? Naturally, if you were able - to get these texts, I would gladly give you the recipe for free, including the rights - to them. But seeing how that will never happen –" Snape rose from his seat, standing - to signify that it was time for the twins to leave, "- I can only thank you for - coming and wish you luck in your further dealings."
-"Now hold on right there, Severus," Fred said happily.
-"We happen to have a brother that works in the Order of Anathema," George pointed - out.
-"Do you now?" Snape asked in surprise, "You must be speaking of William Weasley. I - knew he was a curse-breaker but I didn't think he was stationed in Egypt."
-"Ah, but he is," Fred said happily.
-"Maybe we can surprise you yet!" George added.
-"We shall pay our brother a little visit," Fred smirked, "Because we miss him so - much, of course."
-"And who knows," George shrugged, "If we should happen to encounter these texts of - Pythagoras, why wouldn't we bring them back with us?"
-Snape made a show of sighing in exasperation. "You're welcome to try but I don't - think you can do it."
-"How dareth thou doubt us," Fred said in a mock hurt tone of voice.
-"We shall surely triumph in this epic quest thou hath bestowed upon us," George - exclaimed.
-"Fare thee well!" And with a flash of green fire, the twins disappeared from - sight.
-There were a few seconds of silence before Harry began a slow clap. Snape turned - to him with a snarky grin on his face.
-"I can't believe they fell for that," Harry said, "You played them the whole time, - didn't you?"
-"Did I?" Snape replied, "How could you accuse me of something so very…"
-"Slytherin?" Harry pointed out.
-"Indeed."
-And another chapter has been written. Can you believe it? Where oh where is - this story headed? What did you think? Please don't hesitate to review.
-Thank you all for your reviews! I hope this next chapter answers some questions - and gets some things moving.
-Chapter 30
-Suffice to say that Harry's brief but emotional encounter with James Potter was - more than enough motivation he needed to get right back to work on the potion. As - much as he would have preferred to skip class altogether the next day, he knew that - his father and master would never let him live it down, so he had to painstakingly - make it through the day. Time passed by slowly, except in potions class.
-They were creating a level ten antidote that would work on even the foulest of - poisons. Exceedingly difficult to make because the ingredients needed to be added - rather swiftly and in the correct order. Sometimes it was a matter of seconds in - which the ingredients needed to be absorbed by the fluid so there was absolutely no - room for contemplation.
-Not a single student was talking and even Professor Slughorn kept his mouth shut - as he moved about the classroom, not quite as silently as Snape would have, but - almost equally so.
-As far as Harry was concerned, this potion – though definitely one of the more - complicated ones – was no problem at all. He had practised brewing it many times - under the watchful eye of Snape. And he was grateful to have done so because the - first time he had attempted this particular brew, his cauldron had spat blue fire all - over the lab because he hadn't added the chimaera hoof in time.
-It was almost like a competition. More and more students had to give up as - Slughorn needed to intervene to prevent disasters from happening. The number of - things that could go wrong was astounding! So far, one cauldron had exploded while - another had imploded. One student had produced the same blue fire Harry once had and - one Hufflepuff's concoction suddenly started overflowing excessively, coating the - floor in horrible blue sludge.
-Near the end, even Hermione needed to be rescued when she added the fire-lizard - tales just a tad too quickly and black smoke erupted from the potion. Slughorn - banished it immediately and told Hermione to clean her station.
-"It's quite alright, Ms Granger," he told her as she was no doubt pouting about - the mishap. "For getting this far, you at least deserve an Exceeds Expectation. I - hardly expected anyone to get to the last step."
-Harry heard Hermione sigh and mumble something under her breath but was much too - focused to care. As far as he could tell, there were only three people left in total - who were still brewing. Him, Draco and Michael Corner, his defence partner.
-Harry stirred the potion feverishly. If he stirred too calmly, the entire potion - would harden like cement and be ruined. His arm was starting to hurt but he would not - let up now. He would definitely not be outbrewed by a Slytherin.
-He heard swearing coming from Draco and glanced over. His stirrer was standing - upright in his potion, seemingly stuck. Like cement.
-Alright, time for the gryphon feathers. Harry needed to add twelve in total, but - not at once. Slughorn had come to stand between Harry and Michael, carefully - surveying the both of them. The other students were standing on the side-lines, - silently watching on as if Harry and Michael were the last contenders in an amazing - competition.
-Harry threw in the fifth feather. He had arranged them carefully according to size - beforehand and was throwing them in from smallest to largest as to not upset the - concoction too much at once, much like when you add warm milk to a mixture of beaten - eggs. Only a bit at a time or the eggs would react. But his potion didn't. It kept - bubbling gently, as Harry stirred with all his might.
-He grinned as he thought that maybe seventh-year potions class was not at all - boring, after all.
-When the last feather was absorbed into the potion, Harry kept stirring - feverishly, carefully diminishing the ferocity as the seconds passed by. Eventually, - he found himself stirring very slowly until he finally stopped. Rather than hoisting - his cauldron of the fire, he doused the flames with a basin of water he had kept - nearby. It wouldn't do to reintroduce movement to the potion now.
-When it seemed that the potion was perfect and would not still implode nastily, - Harry wiped his brow with his sleeve and looked over at Michael. He too was dousing - his fire, an intense and focused look in his eyes.
-"Well done, boys," Slughorn said enthusiastically, "Harry, I knew you would be - able to do it. Well done to you and Michael, I see that you've studied hard!"
-"Thank you, Professor," Michael said, "I did indeed."
-"Twenty points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw," Slughorn said happily, "And we will - be using those potions to restock the infirmary. As for the rest of you –" he turned - to face the rest of the class. "- I assure you that failure in this potion's - completion did not lead to a failing grade. You will all write an essay on the - creation of this potion and where you specifically went wrong and how to prevent that - in the future. This will be the deciding factor of your grade for today."
-He winked at Harry and Michael. "You two don't need to write the essay, of - course," he said, "And you both receive an Outstanding for your work. If there were a - grade higher, you would have received it today."
-"Thank you, sir," Harry said, happy with the praise. "Now, run along. You wouldn't - want to keep your next professor waiting, now would you?"
-Slughorn received a general murmur in response as students packed their bags in a - hurry and left his classroom.
-"Is something wrong, Draco," Harry asked as they walked to their charms class.
-"Wrong?" Draco asked, "No, why do you think so?"
-"You seemed a bit distracted today," Harry shrugged, "It doesn't seem like you to - botch a potion just because of a lack of stirring."
-Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's nothing," he murmured.
-When Harry looked closer, he could see the dark circles beneath his friend's eyes. - With a surge of determination, he grabbed Draco's wrist and stopped walking, glancing - at Hermione to signify that she should keep going.
-"Harry –"
-"Don't lie to me, Draco," Harry said softly. He waited until everyone had passed - and then let go. "Something's wrong and I'm not going to wait forever for you to tell - me."
-"I told you that nothing's wrong," Draco snarled.
-"You look like death warmed over," Harry pointed out, "And you can't focus." He - moulded his facial expression into one that conveyed concern. "Draco," he sighed, "I - know what it's like to struggle with certain things on my own. And it's not - healthy."
-"Oh yeah?" Draco growled, "I know for a fact that you have been keeping secrets - from me. So why should I tell you mine?"
-"What are you talking about?" Harry asked in genuine confusion.
-Draco laughed bitterly. "I noticed when I was at your house," Draco said, "You - mentioned something about your relatives and closed off immediately after that. In - fact, you never did tell me why you went to live with Snape."
-Harry took a step back and glared at Draco darkly.
-"But it's fine for you, is it?" Draco snapped. Harry thought he looked like he was - about to burst into tears but said nothing of it. "You can keep your secrets - but I should just tell you whatever is going on in my life? It - doesn't work like that."
-"Draco," Harry sighed, "I haven't even told Ron or Hermione the full story."
-Draco glared at him and then smiled cruelly. "Then I think you're in no position - to lecture me."
-He picked up the bag he had dropped on the floor and hoisted it onto his shoulder, - starting to walk off. Harry grabbed Draco's shoulder and pushed him roughly against - the wall.
-"Fine," he spat, "But if I ever hear you repeating this to anyone else. - Anyone at all, we are no longer friends." Harry noticed Draco's sharp intake of - breath and worried eyes.
-"Of course," Draco said, "That's only fair."
-Harry realized that they were probably running late for class by now but he didn't - care anymore;
-"The reason I live with Severus now is that my family… well –" Harry sighed and - averted his eyes, "They beat me up. They starved me and they locked me in my room or - my cupboard. I've come close to death on more than one occasion."
-Harry let go of Draco's shoulder and took a few steps back, licking his upper lip - nervously.
-After a long pause, Draco finally spoke. "Harry –"
-"Don't," Harry urged him, "It's all in the past now. I don't need any reassurances - and I don't need your pity."
-Draco sighed and averted his eyes, clearly not sure of what he should say.
-"What I do need from you, Draco," Harry said, "Is for you to trust me and tell me - what is wrong. Waiting for the problem to resolve itself does not work."
-"Severus already knows," Draco said, "He's trying to help me."
-"With what?" Harry urged.
-"My mother," Draco said softly, "She's having problems. The healers think it's - because of the stress of everything that's happened with my father; the prosecutions; - the stares…"
-Harry furrowed his brow in sympathy. "What problems?" he asked.
-"They call it stress-induced dementia," Draco said, "It's quite uncommon but of - course, the Malfoy family should be so lucky." Draco laughed bitterly. "Severus gave - me something that might help her."
-"Does it?" Harry asked.
-"A bit, I suppose," Draco sighed, "But not that much. I think she's getting - worse."
-"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said, putting a comforting hand on the blonde's - shoulder. He shot Harry a challenging look.
-"So, now that I've told you, how are you going to help me?" he asked - defiantly.
-"By being here for you," Harry said without skipping a beat.
-"That's not enough," Draco replied softly, his voice quivering. And yet, he leaned - into Harry's touch.
-"No," Harry agreed, "But that won't stop me from trying."
-Draco chuckled. "You really don't leave someone alone once they've become your - friend, do you?"
-"Never," Harry said truthfully.
-After the last lesson of the day – which was the charms class to which Draco and - Harry had shown up exceptionally late – Harry had gone straight back to the dungeons - where he would continue working on his potion. He would absolutely need to substitute - some of his ingredients. Perhaps if he –
-He walked into the potions lab, and stroked Hedwig absentmindedly in passing, - walking straight over to the ingredients cabinet. He perused them all as if hoping - that one of them might tell him that it was what Harry needed.
-"Hi, Harry."
-Harry bumped his head harshly against the shelf when the voice startled him. - Groaning, he pulled back and turned around, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
-"Luna," he said in surprise.
-"I didn't mean to startle you," Luna said dreamily, "Do you have a guilty - conscience?"
-"What?" Harry protested, "No, I just don't expect anyone to come here.
-"But Hedwig is here."
-Harry stared at her for a moment before laughing softly. "Yes," he agreed, "Hedwig - is here."
-"Are you going to brew that potion again?" Luna asked, "I would very much enjoy - meeting the ghosts as they come here."
-"I'd rather not repeat that, actually," Harry chuckled, "And no, there won't be - any brewing today. I need to revise some of my ingredients."
-He took a seat and unfurled his theorem. He barely even noticed when Luna took the - seat next to him and stared at the parchment in his hands.
-"Vulture tongues do not seem right," she mentioned.
-"Why not?" Harry asked.
-"Vultures aren't welcoming to the dead at all," Luna pointed out, "They would - rather feast on their flesh, wouldn't they?"
-"Hm," Harry agreed, "So perhaps Jackal fur instead?"
-"That does seem like a splendid idea," Luna said as she clapped her hands - together.
-"Anything else that seems dodgy to you?" Harry asked, extending the paper so Luna - could take a closer look.
-"The white cloves seem too narcissistic," Luna said, "This shouldn't be about you - but about them."
-"Well –" Harry said thoughtfully, not finishing his sentence.
-"I am very fond of ghost pipe," Luna said happily.
-"Monotropa Uniflora," Harry said eagerly, "Unpollinated, of course. Luna, you're a - genius!"
-"I'd really rather not be," Luna said evenly, "Genius inspires resentment. I - wouldn't want you to resent me."
-"I would never," Harry replied seriously.
-"Oh, well that's good," Luna replied, joyously accepting Harry's words.
-Harry regarded her for a moment, seriously wondering what Luna was even doing in - the potion's lab. She wasn't brewing anything nor had she brought any books to - study.
-"Have people been bothering you again?" he asked as he carefully changed some of - his arithmetic formulae.
-"Oh no," Luna said, "Not at all. People are usually kind, aren't they?"
-Harry looked up from what he was doing. "Are you sure?"
-Luna nodded peacefully. "I am quite content, actually. And I think other people - might have noticed that. I've been left alone."
-"It's a pity that those idiot's don't see how wonderfully your mind works," Harry - growled. It was out before he had thought about it.
-Luna chuckled. "Eventually, everyone is able to see what sits in front of them," - she says, "It takes those that look to others just a bit more time, that's all."
-After a long day where he had been hard at work, Snape liked going to his quarters - and sit there in peace, reading a book and indulging himself with a singular glass of - Fire Whiskey. But for a while now, the solitude and calm of his private quarters had - obviously been disturbed and he was getting increasingly annoyed.
-McGonagall had called him crazy or sleep-deprived but Snape knew for a fact that - his stack of essays had been rearranged. He knew with one hundred per cent certainty - that some of his potions appeared to have been relabelled and it was beyond clear - that his books seemed to be moving of their own accord, never respecting the order in - which Snape had so carefully placed them.
-Today, the glasses Snape used to pour himself his beloved Fire Whiskey no longer - sat on the top shelf. No, instead, they were moved to the bottom one. Why would - anyone go this far to torment him? Initially – when it had all began – he had - suspected Maya to be behind this all but he had to reconsider. These were his private - quarters and Maya did not have the ability to get in here without enlisting Harry's - help. And Snape knew for a fact that Harry had been engrossed in his studies and - hadn't been in his quarters for a while now.
-Snape huffed, and with a wave of his wand, he moved the glasses to their rightful - place, foregoing the fire whiskey for now since his mood had been dampened - considerably.
-He was just about to read through one of his novels 'The Signal-Man' by - Charles Dickens when he heard a knock on his door. Annoyed to be disturbed - when he desperately needed some alone time, he considered simply not opening the - door. But the knocking resounded a second time. Snape sighed, put his book aside and - stalked over to his door.
-"What?" he asked as he opened his door rather swiftly. He was more than a little - bit surprised to see Maya standing at the other side. He raised an eyebrow and - smirked at her.
-"Are you lost again?" he asked.
-Maya chuckled but it sounded a bit forced. "Not this time," she said, "The signs - you put up have helped me greatly in manoeuvring through the castle."
-Snape took in Maya's fidgety appearance and frowned. "Is something the matter?" he - asked.
-"May I come in?" Maya asked in return.
-"If you are not planning on releasing a family of mice or anything of the sort," - Snape said evenly.
-Maya chuckled again and Snape noted that it still didn't sound genuine. "Very - well," he said, "Come in and have a seat."
-"Thanks," Maya said, sitting in front of the fireplace. "Oh," she added as she - noticed the book on his side-table. "I didn't peg you for a Dickens-enthusiast."
-"On occasion," Snape told her, pouring her a cup of tea. "Now," he said sternly, - "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
-"I believe we need to talk," Maya said.
-Snape was genuinely confused. "About what?" he asked, "Did something happen with - Alex?"
-"Oh no," Maya said, "Nothing of the sort. No, I meant that we needed to talk about - that article. You know, -" she added when Snape raised an eyebrow, "-The one in Witch - weekly."
-"Ah yes," Snape smirked as he sipped his own tea, "It was a nice try but you - forget that you're dealing with the head of Slytherin house."
-Maya regarded him carefully, staring as if Snape had grown a second head.
-"What?" Snape asked.
-"Do you truly not realise?" Maya asked, "Or are you being deliberately - obtuse?"
-Snape furrowed his brow at the History Professor and gently placed his cup on its - saucer. "Surely, I have no idea what you're implying," he said carefully.
-Maya turned rather red as she too set down her cup. She clasped her hands firmly - in her lap and breathed in deeply as if she was gathering courage.
-"Maya –"
-"I like you," Maya blurted out. Snape's eyes widened slightly and he found himself - staring at the woman in front of him.
-"All those things I wrote in the article – well – I believe them all to be true," - she said, "I really admire you and I have for a while now."
-Snape's lips tightened and his stare hardened. Up until now, their pranks had all - been innocent and fun but this? This went too far.
-"That's a rather cruel thing to say, don't you think?" Snape said harshly. "I - would think that an intelligent woman such as yourself would understand such a thing - as boundaries but clearly you do not."
-"Severus, I-"
-"No," Snape interrupted coldly, "I don't know who put you up to this or what gave - you this idea but you can consider this relationship we've had between us to be - over."
-To Snape's shock, Maya actually began to cry. A fine actress indeed.
-"You don't understand!" she pleaded, "I never –"
-"Spare me your redundant excuses," Snape snarled, "I've heard enough. Please - leave."
-"But I-"
-"NOW!"
-Snape had never seen a fellow teacher scatter before his gaze as quickly as Maya - did at that point. Usually, it was only the students in which he could instil such - fright. But frankly, she deserved it. Harmless pranks and jokes were one thing. But - playing with a man's heart like that. A man that knew very well that he was unlovable - and would remain alone at that. Well, it was beyond cruel. And Snape didn't want a - thing to do with a woman that would think such actions funny or acceptable.
-Beyond angry, Snape aimed his wand at the book that lay waiting for him and - blasted it into a million pieces. Bits of parchment floated around him as he sunk - into his chair, burying his face into his hands.
-At breakfast the next morning, Harry had piled a lot onto his plate. He was - absolutely starving, possibly due to the excitement of the day before.
-"So the Monotropa Uniflora has white blossoms when it's unpollinated," Harry - explained to the only ones that would listen: Hermione and Neville. " But when its - pollinated, the blossoms turn brown."
-"Fascinating," Neville said sincerely, "Which blossoms would you need?"
-"The white ones would be best, I think," Harry said easily, "Just to preserve - purity."
-"I think there might be some in greenhouse three," Neville told Harry, "If you - want, I could ask Professor Sprout if I can harvest some later."
-"That would be great, Neville," Harry said, "Thank you."
-"Owl post," Ron said, glad to be able to interrupt their 'boring' conversation. - Harry glanced at the owls but didn't see his own snowy white among the mix. Of - course, she would still be in the dungeons. What he did see was a very formal looking - barn owl head his way.
-Without much ado, the owl dropped the next issue of 'The Practical - Potioneer' next to Harry's plate where it wouldn't get dirty. Harry glanced at - the head table to see if Snape received his issue as well. He saw that he did but - frowned when he saw Snape sitting there, looking utterly forlorn. For some reason, - Bell sat quite a few seats away from the dour man, seemingly just as depressed.
-'What's wrong?' Harry wrote on his cuff.
-After a second, he saw Snape look at him with a dark scowl. Harry pointed at his - own cuff as a signal and Snape sighed exasperatedly before looking at it. He took - much too long to read the short sentence and did not bother replying. Instead, he - looked at Harry pointedly before turning his attention back to his eggs, though they - were untouched.
-'Staring at them isn't going to get them into your stomach.' Harry - wrote.
-This time Snape didn't look at him or the cuff. Instead, he got up from the table - and left the great hall.
-What in the world?
-"Harry, I can't believe you got published again!" Hermione said.
-Momentarily distracted, Harry looked at Hermione to see that she was already - leafing through his magazine.
-"Did I?" Harry asked in surprise. "What with? The magic muggle potion?"
-"The potion that lets you summon ghosts," Ron said as he glanced over Hermione's - shoulder, "Useful for clearing out old haunted houses, I'd wager."
-Harry could not bring himself to feel too happy about this new publication. - Something was wrong with Snape. Wrong enough to not even smirk at Harry in - satisfaction as he found out about the article. What was going on?
-Oh goodness. Do let me know how you feel about this chapter if you can. The next - update will be on Monday. *dodges rocks*
-A big thank you to everyone who reviewed! Don't be too upset with poor old - Snape. He's had a lot of bad things happen to him. On that note, please enjoy this - chapter!
-Chapter 31
-Harry was very much aware that Snape's personal problems were no concern of his - nor would Snape appreciate him prying. That's why Harry tried not to let Snape's - attitude get to him at first. But after several days had passed and Snape – as well - as Professor Bell – were still sulking like a couple of teenagers, Harry decided that - he was sick of it.
-Since Snape was hardly approachable when he was in a mood, Harry decided to talk - to Bell in the weekend. That's why he found himself standing in front of her door on - Saturday morning. He knocked three times and waited patiently. A stumble inside of - the office told him that Bell was in. A few seconds later, the door was opened - hesitantly.
-"Good morning, Mr Potter," Maya greeted in mild surprise, "Did you have questions - about the staff of Caduceus?"
-"No, Professor," Harry replied, "But I did have some questions. Could I come in, - please?"
-"Of course," Maya told him, stepping aside to allow Harry entry. When Harry was - inside, Maya closed the door and went to sit behind her desk, steepling her fingers - as she smiled kindly at her student. "Sit down," she said, "And tell me what's on - your mind."
-Harry accepted her offer to sit and met his History Professor's gaze. "I hope that - I'm not intruding with this…" he said, suddenly wondering why he thought it was a - good idea to meddle into the affairs of his father. "But I'm very worried."
-Professor Bell frowned. "What are you referring to?" she asked. Her voice was less - kind and Harry thought that she might already have a very good idea of why he was - there.
-"What happened between you and my dad?" he asked, "He looks like you kicked his - favourite puppy."
-"And what makes you assume that I have anything to do with his current demeanour?" - Maya asked flatly.
-"Because you look exactly the same way," Harry pointed out.
-"I hardly think this has anything to do with you," Maya said softly.
-"Perhaps not," Harry agreed, "But I can't just sit by and do nothing while someone - I care about is in obvious distress."
-"I assure you that the only reason Severus is in 'distress' is due to the - machinations of his own warped mind."
-"Excuse me?" Harry responded, a bit taken aback by the sudden bite in Maya's - voice.
-Maya sighed. "I apologise," she said then, "I shouldn't have said that. Perhaps - you should speak to Severus about this instead."
-"He's hard to talk to when he gets like this," Harry said.
-Maya laughed bitterly. "You don't say."
-"Look," Harry said, "Did you pull a prank on him that went too far or something? - Because I'm sure that if that was the case a simple apology would set things - right."
-"It was nothing of the sort," Maya said sort of angrily, "Though he will tell you - that it was."
-"Wait, so he thought you pranked him when you didn't?" Harry asked, sufficiently - confused.
-"Exactly that," Maya said, distress now obvious in her own voice. She seemed to - lose all decorum as she huffed and ran a hand through her long hair. "I know that - we've been fooling around for a while but can't a person tell someone else that she - likes him without being kicked to the curb?"
-Maya clapped her hand in front of her mouth after she said that, looking at Harry - with thinly veiled embarrassment.
-Harry stared right back with utter amazement. "Wait," he said calmly, "You like - Severus?"
-Maya sighed, "Ignoring the last couple of days, yes," she said, blushing slightly, - "Very much so."
-"Oh no," Harry mumbled, "And you say he –"
-"He threw me out," Maya said, shrugging as if she didn't particularly care. But - she was an open book and Harry knew that she did.
-"He threw you out," Harry said evenly, "That git!"
-"Harry, I don't need you to fight my battles for me," Maya warned when she saw - Harry bristle, "We're both adults here."
-Harry snorted, "Yes, you would think so, wouldn't you?" he said, "Thank you for - talking to me, Professor."
-"Harry," Maya said warningly, "Leave it."
-"I can't, Professor," Harry told her frankly, "I don't know what his problem is - but I assure you that it's not you. I'd rather he stops burying his personal issues - within himself."
-Maya frowned but said nothing. Taking this as his chance to leave, Harry opened - the door and left Maya's office, thoroughly annoyed.
-Harry had gone straight to the dungeons and to Snape's personal chambers. He - didn't bother knocking but rather forced his way inside to find Snape in his kitchen. - He looked at Harry as the boy came in and raised his eyebrows as he took in Harry's - angered appearance.
-"Harry, I'm not in the mood," he said darkly.
-"Oh, not in the mood are you?" Harry said as he closed the door just a tad too - harshly. "I wonder if you even realize what you've done!"
-Snape sighed. "What are you upset about this time?" he asked - exasperatedly, "Is it because you got published again? Is it because I haven't - responded to your messages all the time? I honestly would rather deal with your - teenage tantrum some other time. Perhaps we could reschedule?"
-"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?" Harry growled, "The hilariously - sardonic greasy git of the dungeons!"
-Snape's gaze darkened even more as he slammed his hands on the kitchen table. "I - warned you that I am not in the mood for this," he hissed, "And I will give you one - more chance to get out of here before I throw you out myself."
-"Like you did with Professor Bell?" Harry challenged.
-Snape seemed taken aback by that as was evident by the shock on his face.
-"How do you know about that?" he snarled.
-"Does it matter?" Harry challenged, "What I would like to know is why you would - behave the way you did. If you're not interested, you can tell her that. There's - absolutely NO need for you to humiliate her as you did."
-Snape sneered, "And I take it that your Gryffindor chivalry compelled you to come - set me straight, did it?" he asked cruelly, "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps it - was not I that was in the wrong here?"
-"Oh really?" Harry countered, "Please do explain then. Go on, I have all day. - Explain to me why your response to someone confessing her feelings for you – - something that would have no doubt taken a lot of courage – is to throw her out and - then shun her from there on out?"
-"She was joking," Snape said coldly.
-Harry threw up his hands in exasperation. "No, she wasn't!"
-"You're far too naive."
-"And you're much too cynical."
-"Whatever the case, I assure you that Professor Bell does not need you to fight - for her."
-"Don't you understand?!" Harry shouted, "I'm not fighting for her. I'm fighting - for you!"
-Snape actually dared chuckle at Harry's outburst. The sound was dark and bitter. - "I don't need you to do that," he said, "You know nothing of love yourself. What - makes you fit to tell me what to do?"
-"I now understand why you had that conversation with me, the other day," Harry - said snidely, "I joked about it at the time but you really just don't want me to end - up like you."
-"Mind what you say," Snape snarled.
-"When will you stop excluding yourself from the rest of the world?" Harry said - desperately, "My mum is dead! Lily is dead! When will you understand that?"
-Snape's look turned into ice and his lips formed a very thin line.
-"You are a child, Potter. Ill-equipped to deal with the social hardships of life. - But I suppose I should not be surprised seeing how you were brought up," Snape - sneered. Harry felt his blood turn to ice at the cruel statement.
-To him, it felt as if they had travelled several years back in time. Snape - normally never spoke to him like that anymore.
-Harry closed off his heart to protect it from the Potions Master's wrath and - narrowed his eyes at him. "I really hate you sometimes, you know that?" he said - softly but he knew that Snape had heard him.
-"Well, right now I'm not too fond of you either," Snape said darkly. "Get out, - Potter."
-"Fine," Harry replied. Without another glance at the man who he – until a few - moments ago – regarded as his father, he stalked out of Snape's quarters and rushed - out of the dungeons, regretting that he ever walked into Maya Bell's office that - day.
-Harry had skipped dinner that evening, opting for an early night. Anything to stay - out of Snape's way for a while. Perhaps once they both had had sufficient time to - cool down, they could reconcile. But as Harry went over the things Snape had said in - his head, he knew that the time wasn't right for that yet.
-The next morning, he had skipped breakfast as well. He half expected Snape to send - him a message through his cuff to ask him where he was, but no such message came. - Snape was probably still pretty angry himself.
-It was a good thing that Harry knew Dobby. When he asked the house-elf to bring - him some food, he had gladly obeyed and brought Harry much more than he could - possibly eat. A good thing too, because drinking potions on an empty stomach was - rarely a good idea.
-And now, Harry found himself in the potions lab, painfully aware of how close he - was to Snape but not bothering to pay the man a visit. Oh no, he would brew this - potion with or without his help.
-Harry peered into his cauldron. He had substituted the water base for a honey mead - base and was waiting for it to heat up to an acceptable temperature. He glanced - towards the edge of the room where Slughorn sat, watching him with great interest. - Every now and then, his lips moved and Harry would gesture towards his own ears to - signify that he could not hear the man due to the containment field.
-Upset as he was, Harry was not stupid. He knew that experimentation with this - particular potion should always be supervised and hey, several months ago Snape - himself had said that Slughorn might come in handy at some point. Though he probably - wouldn't have expected Harry to substitute Snape for him this blatantly.
-Well, Slughorn had agreed rather excitedly.
-When the honey mead was sufficiently hot, Harry started adding ingredients as he - stirred, careful to keep a close eye on the innate magic of everything involved. He - incinerated the jackal fur before adding it to the potion and was pleased to see the - concoction eagerly swallow the ashes.
-The innate magic of the ghost pipe was a gorgeous green that reminded Harry of - life and joy. The potion's innate magic seemed to reach out to the ghost pipe before - Harry had even fully managed to prepare it.
-"Be patient," Harry chuckled before realizing that speaking to a liquid was rather - insane. And yet, he could feel its eagerness, its… familiarity in a way. As he was - brewing, completely closed off from the rest of Hogwarts and even the world, Harry - was able to forget his current strife.
-Too soon, he reached the final stage of the potion. He pulled out some of his - hairs and tossed them into the crystal clear potion that somehow looked like plain - and translucent water. The potion bubbled vigorously, the larger portion of the - liquid evaporating as it had done before until there was only enough left to fill one - vial. Harry collected it carefully and – with some disappointment – breached the - containment field once more.
-"Harry," Slughorn said in amazement, "That was fantastic!"
-"Thanks, Professor," Harry brushed off the comment, "But now I need to actually - test it."
-"Of course, of course," Slughorn said. In some ways, he seemed to be even more - excited than Harry was.
-"The effects of the potion lasted two hours last time," Harry told Slughorn, "I - don't know if the timeframe will increase with the changes I made but if I am out for - more than three hours, it's best that you go get Professor Dumbledore."
-"Of course," Slughorn said agreeably, "I'll keep a close eye on the time."
-"I suspect it will be a bit boring to watch me but I'm counting on you, - Professor."
-"Harry," Slughorn, "I understand my duty as a Potions Master. I'd rather you - didn't suggest otherwise."
-"I apologise, Professor," Harry said, "You're right of course. Well –" he sat down - on the floor with his back against the wall. He occluded his mind as he had done - before and lifted the potion to his lips. "Bottom's up!"
-He downed the potion in one, placing the empty vial next to him so it wouldn't - shatter when he lost consciousness. He looked at Slughorn and saw his face going out - of focus.
-And then, the potions lab disappeared altogether. Harry felt a tug on his mind and - allowed it to transport him to the plane where he would hopefully be able to - talk to the spirits this time.
-Where last time he had found himself standing in a dark and damp room, he was now - sitting in a meadow that stretched as far as the eye could see. Wildflowers and tall - grass surrounded him. The sky was a baby blue and even though there was no sun, Harry - got a distinct impression that it was warm.
-While still taking in the scenery, he was suddenly surprised by two hands covering - his eyes. The touch was cold and warm at the same time but the hands were not - transparent. Reflexively, Harry raised his hands to cover the ones obstructing his - vision.
-The hands moved to cup his cheeks and turn his face slightly. And suddenly, Harry - found himself staring into the eyes he saw every day when he looked into the mirror. - People always told him he had his mother's eyes. It was unreal to have them looking - back at him like this.
-"Mum," Harry said. The redheaded woman nodded and kneeled next to him. She didn't - look like a spirit or ghost or anything. It was almost as if she was really there. - Only…
-"Mum, can you talk to me?"
-Lily opened her mouth and her lips moved as if she was saying something but no - sounds were produced.
-"Damn it," Harry huffed. Lily gave him a reproving look and Harry snorted. "I'm - seventeen, mum. I will use some bad language every now and then." That elicited a sad - look from the woman as she grabbed hold of one of Harry's hands.
-"Is dad not here this time?" Harry asked. Lily shook her head and placed a hand on - Harry's heart. "Do you two talk to each other in – you know – the afterlife?"
-Lily twisted her hand a few times as if to say 'In a way'.
-"I'm experimenting with a potion now," Harry told her, "I'm trying to make - something that will allow me to talk to you."
-Lily placed the tip of her index finger against Harry's temple and gave him a - questioning look.
-"Are you worried about the consequences to my mind?" Harry asked. Lily nodded.
-"Snape taught me Occlumency," Harry said evenly, "I'll be fine."
-Lily got up from where she sat and placed her hands on her hips giving Harry - the look. It was the same look that Molly Weasley sometimes gave Ron when he - had caused some sort of trouble.
-"Are you trying to tell me I did something wrong?" Harry chuckled, "Because I'm - sure that in seventeen years' time, I did a lot of things wrong."
-Lily seemed to sigh. She grabbed Harry's arm and pointed towards the cuff he was - wearing.
-Harry frowned. "Are you upset about Snape?"
-Lily gave a sharp nod.
-"For what he said or for what I said?" Harry asked.
-Lily glared at him pointedly and then held up two hands as if she was weighing - something.
-"You realize that he's the adult, right?" Harry asked, "I can't help it - if he's being a prat."
-A pained expression struck Lily's face and she looked away for a moment as if she - was caught off guard by a memory.
-"Mum," Harry said, "I miss you."
-Lily sat back down next to her son and draped her arm around Harry's shoulder. - Harry didn't mind the cold tingle. Another hand brushed through his hair and he - couldn't help but think that life would've been a lot different for him if he - could've had a loving mother.
-"I miss all of you," Harry then said, "You, dad, Sirius…"
-Gently, Lily lifted Harry's arm and brought the cuff into focus again.
-"I know," Harry said softly, "I have Severus now. And I appreciate him for it but - sometimes he can be such a –"
-His mother's hand clasped his mouth and when Harry looked at her in surprise, she - shook her head mildly.
-"I get it," Harry chuckled, "No cussing."
-Lily nodded sharply.
-Harry felt a tug at the back of his mind and groaned. He took Lily's hand and held - it tight. "I don't want to go yet," he said.
-Lily got up and dragged Harry to his feet.
-"I've only just gotten here," Harry said, "I'm sure I can stay just a moment - more."
-Lily shook her head and inclined her head into the distance, signalling for Harry - to go. Harry felt another tug at his mind. It was stronger this time.
-"Okay," he said, "I'll go. Please just –" Harry stepped forward and drew his - mother into a tight embrace. By now, she was slightly shorter than he was. "- Hold - me. Just one more time."
-Lily's arms enveloped him in one more embrace. Harry thought he could faintly - smell her hair if he really tried. He could dimly imagine the sound of her laughter. - He could almost… almost be with her.
-But she let him go and shooed him away with an exaggerated motion of her hands. - With one last look into his mother's eyes, Harry exhaled and let go.
-Harry blinked a few times and the potion's lab came back into focus.
-"Welcome back, Harry," Slughorn said kindly. He sounded as if he was paying - attention to his inflexion and Harry wondered why that was. When he reached for his - glasses to right them properly, he noticed that his face was tear-stained. Well, that - was just brilliant.
-"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry said, his voice sounding hoarse. "I don't know why - I'm crying."
-"That's quite alright, Harry," Slughorn said, "Were you able to meet a - spirit?"
-"Yes," Harry said, righting himself on wobbly legs, "There was only one this time - but she –" Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair, "- I still couldn't hear her. - There's still something wrong. A reason that the potion is not working to its fullest - effect."
-"Perhaps one of the catalysts isn't strong enough," Slughorn suggested.
-"Maybe," Harry agreed, "I'll have to look into it again. How long was I gone?"
-"Two hours and a half," Slughorn said, "So I guess you managed to extend the - duration of the potion somewhat, hm?"
-"I'm not sure," Harry said, "Maybe."
-"I think you need to get something to eat, my boy," Slughorn said, "You've been - brewing for hours and then you've been gone for a long time as well. It's nearly - dinner time, after all. Come, let me escort you."
-"That's okay," Harry said, "I'll eat something in the common room."
-"Nonsense!" Slughorn exclaimed, "Come now. I know that you don't feel up to it - right now but you'll feel much better after sitting with your friends and getting - some sustenance into your body."
-"Professor, I-"
-"I'll hear no more of it," Slughorn said sternly, "Since I've been supervising - your progress for today, I also need to make sure that you recover properly. I won't - have either Professor Dumbledore or Snape on my case should you suddenly collapse in - the hallway."
-Harry chuckled somewhat and sighed. He really didn't want to but on the other - hand, he did need to eat. And it would be good to see his friends. "Okay, you win," - Harry said.
-"I usually do," Slughorn grinned, "Come. Let's walk."
-The walk to the great hall was accompanied by discussions and comments about - various ingredients and their effects. Suffice to say that the short walk was not - enough to determine what was still wrong with Harry's potion but it distracted him - enough to be able to walk into the great hall without trepidation once they got - there.
-"I'll leave you to your friends now," Slughorn said, "Good work today. I know that - you'll work it out soon. You're so close! Just remember to let me know once you do, - okay."
-"Of course, Professor," Harry said. They parted ways and Harry did his best not to - look at the head table. He didn't even want to see the expression on Snape's face - right now. He had walked in with Slughorn after all.
-"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked as he took his seat.
-"Yeah, you do look a bit knackered," Ron added.
-"I've been brewing all day," Harry explained, conveniently leaving out the part - where he had tested the potion and seen his mother. It had been emotionally draining - and truly, he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed.
-"Well, it's good to see you show up for a meal," Hermione said motherly, "You have - to eat something."
-"Dobby brought me breakfast this morning," Harry told them, "It's not like I've - been going without."
-"Well, could you make sure to tell Snape that next time?" Ron asked pointedly, "He - came looking for you here at lunch and was absolutely furious that we didn't know - where you were."
-"I'm sure he wasn't mad at you," Harry said, tearing off a piece of bread, "He's - mad at me."
-"I'm sure he's just worried," Hermione pointed out.
-"I don't know," Harry said, "We had a pretty bad fight."
-"Even so," Hermione said smartly. "That's what people who love you do. They care - for you even at the moments that you don't get along."
-Harry felt a pang of guilt and finally looked at the high table. Snape was there. - He was staring at his plate again, his food still untouched.
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-Chapter 32
-It had been a long time since Severus Snape had felt as thoroughly depressed as he - did now. In fact, it had been since before he had rescued Harry from the Dursleys, - welcoming him into his home. Admittedly, the boy had slowly but surely brought colour - into his life.
-And now, here he was. He had said a terrible thing to Harry in the last fight they - had. He had basically taken the fact of Harry's abuse and thrown it in his face. What - kind of a horrible man did something like that? He had also managed to drive away - Maya. While he was still not convinced that what Maya had told him was not a prank, - he had to admit that he had reacted extremely brash. And in doing so, he had chased - the woman who had become somewhat of a friend, away. She hadn't spoken with him since - that fatefull day. And Harry hadn't even looked at him anymore since their fight.
-As the cherry on top, Slughorn had gleefully told Snape about the last experiment - Harry had conducted in regards to his potion. The old potions master meant no harm - and was clearly simply very excited to be a part of Harry's discovery but it stung - Snape nonetheless. Harry had not felt comfortable enough to ask Snape to assist him - again and he likely wouldn't anymore unless Snape forced him to. And since Snape was, - in fact, Harry's master according to their quite binding contract, that's exactly - what he would have to do.
-This was a mess. And he had no one to blame but himself for it.
-He was pulled out of his reveries by an intruding voice. "Severus," spoke - Dumbledore from Snape's fireplace. "May I come in?"
-"I've never been able to stop you before," Snape grumbled.
-Dumbledore chuckled and stepped out of the fire. "Good to see that you're still - up," he said.
-Snape frowned. Was it that late already? He had completely lost track of time with - being engulfed in his thoughts.
-"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Snape asked plainly, "Did one of my Slytherins - misbehave again?"
-"Nothing that has come to light yet," Dumbledore said, that infernal sparkle in - his eyes hinting for mischief. "No, I have come here for another matter - entirely."
-"Do elaborate before the clock strikes midnight, Albus," Snape said wearily, "I'm - simply not in the mood for one of your longwinded monologues."
-Dumbledore sat down in one of Snape's more comfortable chairs. "Then let me get - straight to the point," he said, "Maya and you seem to be having some issues and - quite frankly, it's bringing the rest of the staff down."
-Snape huffed, "I could hardly care less about the feelings of your staff, Albus," - he said sardonically, "They are all adults. I'm sure they can get through these - tragic times all by themselves."
-"I would very much appreciate it if you would take this matter seriously," - Dumbledore chided, "You said yourself that you wish to make this conversation brief. - If only for that purpose, I suggest you cooperate."
-"There's not much to say," Snape said softly, "She told me something personal. I - reacted characteristically poor which she took badly of course, and now we're no - longer on speaking terms."
-Dumbledore frowned. "What did she tell you that made you withdraw into yourself so - much?" he asked worriedly, "This isn't like you anymore."
-"I would rather not divulge," Snape replied, "It's personal."
-"And it's affecting everyone around you," Dumbledore said sternly, "Even - Harry."
-Snape winced visibly.
-"Don't think I haven't noticed," Dumbledore said, "I had hoped that by now you - would know not to allow your foolish pride to get in the way of any personal - relationships."
-Snape smiled grimly. "I will always be a Slytherin, it would seem," he said, - sipping his tea.
-"Severus," Dumbledore said, a warning evident in his voice. "Your personal matters - are your own until you bring about negativity on the rest of us. I will always - attempt to resolve any issues with patience and understanding but if you insist on - making this difficult, I will be forced to move forward as I see fit."
-Though he still spoke softly, Snape knew that Dumbledore was warning him. And all - foolish pride aside, he knew very well that Dumbledore was not to be trifled with. He - would rather face embarrassment than the man's wrath.
-"She has seen fit to tell me that she's enamoured with me," Snape grudgingly - admitted, "If you care to believe such things."
-Even now, Dumbledore had the audacity to not look shocked. "I realise that it is - often the curse of those involved to not realize the feelings one might have for the - other but does this really come as a surprise?"
-"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked.
-"Her feelings for you have been clear to most of us for a while now," Dumbledore - said, "In fact, I got the feeling that you were starting to like her as well."
-"I won't deny that she has been humorous to have around," Snape said coldly, "But - that is all it ever was."
-Dumbledore regarded Snape for a while with a knowing look and smiled. "You too are - worthy of love, Severus," he said kindly, "No matter what you might think."
-"Albus," Snape sighed, "I can't."
-Dumbledore sighed sadly. "Unfortunately, I am very much aware of your internal - struggle," he said, "and I pray to whatever deities are out there that you may find - salvation before it's too late."
-"Surely, I know not of what you speak," Snape growled, "Cryptic old man."
-"For now -" Dumbledore said, ignoring Snape's jibe. "- I want to impress upon you - that our dear Maya meant every word of what she said and apparently you have treated - her rather cruelly in return."
-Snape nodded and had the decency to look ashamed as he stared at a spot on his - carpet. Dumbledore placed a hand on Snape's and smiled kindly. "I know you will make - this right."
-"At once, headmaster," Snape agreed.
-"Thank you, my boy," Dumbledore said, "I've always had the utmost faith in - you."
-Snape stalked fiercely through the corridors, his robes billowing behind him like - the wings of a bat. "At once, headmaster," he grumbled as he mimicked himself - sardonically. "Never mind that it's the middle of the night and it's highly unlikely - that Maya will even still be up."
-There had better not been any students out of bed after curfew for if Snape caught - any, there would be hell to pay.
-Finally, he found himself staring at the door that he knew led to Maya's private - quarters and stared at it for a good long while. For some time, he wondered what he - was going to say to her. He practised the sentences in his head. But how could he do - that when the conversation could go every which way? That is, if she would even allow - Snape to talk at all.
-Growling at his own indecisiveness, he finally raised his fist and knocked loudly - on the door. He was about to knock a second time when the door opened slightly to - reveal Maya, peering at him from behind the crack. When she saw who it was, she - opened the door some more and fixed Snape with a fierce stare. "Can I help you?" she - asked icily.
-"I have come here to express my apologies," Snape said evenly, "And I would very - much like to explain my reaction if you would allow it."
-Maya regarded him for a moment. "Severus, it's late," she said.
-"I realize that," Snape said, "But I would rather not allow this animosity between - us to continue a moment more. That said, if you would prefer to wait until morning, I - would understand."
-Maya sighed. "Come on in, then," she said, "When you put it like that, I can't - very well refuse you, can I?"
-Snape attempted a smile that he felt came out somewhat crooked and followed Maya - inside. Her quarters looked very much like his own except for the fact that the walls - did not consist of stone bricks but were even and dressed in a chocolate coloured - wallpaper. The fire in the hearth had almost gone out and Snape suspected that Maya - had been getting ready for bed. The night robe she was wearing was certainly an - indication of that.
-"Sit wherever," Maya said casually, "Would you like some tea?"
-"Please," Snape accepted gracefully as he sat down in a blue velvet chair.
-Maya conjured a pot of tea and two cups for the both of them, as well as a plate - of biscuits and sat down across from Snape.
-Snape noticed that – even though they were at odds with one another – Maya blushed - when she glanced at him. In his mind, he was kicking himself for his horrible - misconduct.
-"I have treated you supremely poorly," Snape told Maya. The regret in his voice - was genuine. "I truly thought that you were playing a nasty trick on me."
-"I would never do such a thing," Maya told him.
-"I realise that," Snape said solemnly, "I allowed my own misconceptions and - distrust to get the better of me. It is not the conduct of a wise man and I am - thoroughly ashamed of the way I acted."
-"Is it that hard to believe that someone might be attracted to you?" Maya asked. - Snape was relieved to see her relax into her chair, grabbing a biscuit as she leaned - back.
-"I have never been deemed desirable before," Snape told her plainly.
-"Oh, I can't possibly believe that," Maya said, "My bet is that you simply scared - any suitors away with your… er-"
-"Charming personality?" Snape finished sardonically.
-Maya giggled. "Yes," she said, "That."
-"It is kind of you to say so, but there's no way of knowing," Snape said. "So you - understand the reasoning behind my outburst however misplaced it was?"
-"Indeed," Maya said, "And I forgive you."
-Snape sighed in relief. "I am glad to hear it," he said, "Now if you'll excuse me - –"
-"Hold on," Maya said sternly.
-Snape – who froze in the middle of rising from his seat – looked at her in - confusion before sitting back down. "My apologies," he said, "I'm not sure what else - you would wish to discuss and it's getting rather late."
-"Don't you think I deserve an answer after all this?" Maya chided.
-Snape blinked in confusion. "An answer?" he asked, "I don't recall you asking me a - question."
-"Oh, for heaven's sake, Severus," Maya growled, "Let me say it again. I like you - –"
-Snape felt himself flush.
-"- I really like you, despite your occasional outburst," Maya continued, - "and I want to know if you feel the same way about me."
-Snape frowned as he clasped his hands in front of him. He hadn't even given this - part of the conversation any thought, assuming that it would no longer be relevant. - Did he like Maya? Well, she was certainly an agreeable person to be around. But would - he be able to think of her the same way he did of – No. He didn't think he could.
-"I'm sorry, Maya," he told her after a moment of silence. "But I don't think I do - right now."
-Maya regarded him solemnly for a moment, then smiled. "For now, you say," she said - mischievously, "I sense a chance there."
-Snape chuckled softly. "Perhaps," he said, "one day. Now, I shall take my leave - and allow you some rest."
-"How kind of you," Maya told him, "Very well. Go on and get out of here."
-She followed him to her door and opened it for him. Snape stepped out to leave - when Maya grabbed his hand and turned him around.
-"Just one more thing," she said softly. Before Snape fully realized what happened, - Maya leaned forward, standing on her tippy toes and surprised Snape with a passionate - kiss that lasted no longer than a few seconds. "That's payback for what you did - before," she said, blushing fiercely. "Now we're even. See you tomorrow!"
-Maya closed her door, leaving a befuddled Snape in the hallway. The feeling of her - lips on his would linger for several more hours.
-When Harry entered the great hall the next morning – flanked by Ron and Hermione – - he went to sit in their usual spot. He was much less upset than before and was now - thinking about what he could do to get Snape and Maya to make up when he looked at - the high table. As he did, his mouth all but fell open in surprise.
-Snape and Maya were sitting next to each other, conversing enthusiastically. Maya - was brandishing a piece of toast as she told what was no doubt a fascinating tale - until a piece broke off and landed in Snape's coffee. Instead of scowling he simply - switched his cup with hers and then covered his new cup with a napkin.
-"They look happy," Ron said when he noticed Harry staring. "I wonder what - happened."
-"You and me both," Harry murmured incredulously.
-When Snape caught Harry staring, he looked at him remorsefully and wrote something - on the cuff. Harry looked at his wrist when the piece of jewellery grew warmer.
-'We need to talk.' It said.
-"No kidding," Harry mumbled but he just nodded at Snape instead of writing a - response.
-'After class?' Came the new sentence and Harry nodded his approval once - more.
-"On speaking terms again?" Draco asked as he wiggled his way in-between Harry and - the Gryffindor girl sitting next to him.
-"What do you mean?" Harry asked innocently.
-"Oh, don't pretend like there was nothing going on," Draco chided as he stole - Harry's last crumpet. "When Snape is in a bad mood, us Slytherins suffer. And let me - tell you: We suffered."
-"And what makes you think his bad mood had anything to do with me?" Harry asked - curiously.
-"Ah, your friends are terrible at keeping their mouths shut," Draco said - triumphantly. "Isn't that right, Granger?"
-"Traitor," Harry chuckled, pointing an accusing croissant in Hermione's face.
-"Doth thou threaten the fair lady?" Ron asked haughtily as he grabbed a croissant - of his own. "Then I must challenge thee to a duel to the death."
-"Thou standeth not a chance!" Harry exclaimed as he knocked the croissant out of - Ron's hand with his own. "Thine blade is made from soiled oats while mine was made - from tempered grains. Thou hath lost. Fair lady –" he now directed his attention to - Hermione. "Thou art hereby claimeth."
-Hermione took on a dramatic pose and spoke with a quivering voice: "Art thou truly - my saviour? Or hath thou killed my love? I shall not stand by your side for thou art - not mine, nor am I yours. Instead, here I shall lie, in the cold arms of my betrothed - and remember a time long since past when he and I were gladsome together."
-"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron exclaimed, "That was brilliant."
-"I must agree that that was rather lyrical," Draco said, slow-clapping softly for - the girl. "Well improvised."
-Snape shook his head at the scene unfolding at the Gryffindor table. "This is your - fault, you know," he told Maya.
-"How so?" Maya asked.
-"Filling their heads with history," Snape huffed, "Back in my day, history class - was so boring that not one student would repeat its contents outside of class. - Now look at them!"
-Snape gestured towards Draco who held a baguette underneath his arm, pretending to - be stabbed to death.
-"What can I say?" Maya said, "History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes - with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness. It has always attracted youngsters to its - beauty."
-When Harry reached Snape's quarters later that evening, he didn't dare simply come - in. So instead, he politely knocked.
-"Enter," he heard Snape say and so he did.
-Snape sat waiting for him, a steaming pot of tea at the ready – because of course - – accompanied by several slices of treacle tart. Harry looked suspiciously at his - favourite treat as a crooked smile found its way to his lips.
-"Have a seat, Harry," Snape urged. His voice was not harsh or demanding. It seemed - to be careful and soothing. So Harry obeyed. Not that he would've childishly kept - standing had he not liked the circumstances, mind you.
-"I have quite a lot to tell you," Snape said, "And I'm not entirely sure what to - say first."
-"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Harry said, doing his best to sound teasing.
-Apparently, it had worked because Snape relaxed somewhat and smiled. "As you say," - he said, "Then let me begin by apologising. I should never have said what I said to - you. Not only was it untrue but to use your history against you in such a manner was - appalling."
-Harry nodded. "I admit that it was very disconcerting," he said.
-"I can imagine," Snape said, "I was angry because of recent events and didn't - think before I spoke. I will make sure not to make that same mistake again."
-"And if you do?" Harry asked, raising one eyebrow.
-"If I do, I give you permission to curse me," Snape said solemnly, "No - unforgivables, though."
-Harry snorted. "Shame," he said, "But I suppose that I'll forgive you. As long as - you promise to treat me to treacle tart more often."
-Snape chuckled. "I can do that."
-Harry relaxed somewhat and leaned back comfortably in his chair. "So, I've noticed - you and Professor bell get along a lot better again," he said smartly, "Any - developments I should be aware of?" The smirk on his face resembled that of a - Cheshire cat.
-"Get your mind out of the gutter, brat," Snape said sternly, "Nothing happened. I - simply went to her chambers to apologise."
-"To her chambers?" Harry repeated with a growing interest, "Why would you not - simply go to her office?"
-"It was late," Snape replied, "She had already retired for the night."
-"How convenient," Harry teased; "And what did you do in her private chambers?"
-Snape stared at Harry blankly. "Stop regarding me with that filthy teenage mind of - yours," he said. "Nothing happened. We talked it over. I apologised. We agreed that a - more intimate relationship is not going to happen and then we both went our separate - ways."
-Harry seemed almost disappointed with that bit of information. "Seriously?" he - asked. "This very attractive, funny and intelligent woman takes an interest in you - and you say no? Honestly, you must have some pretty high standards."
-Snape smiled sadly. "That I do," he said, then quickly tried to change the - subject. "Now, if you would please tell me about the last experiment you did with the - potion? Professor Slughorn told me all about it but his lack of insight into - Occlumency rendered some parts of his explanation somewhat incoherent."
-"Well, it was all a lot more focused," Harry said, eager to steer away from the - uncomfortable subject himself. "I was able to see just one spirit instead of a whole - army. But her touch was still chilly – I'm not sure if I can fix that – and I could - still not hear her."
-"Who did you see?" Snape inquired.
-Harry glanced up at Snape guiltily as he remembered what he had told the man - during their fight. "I saw mum," he said, "and she was rather cross with me even - though I couldn't hear her."
-Snape chuckled fondly. "That does sound like her," he said. "It sounds like you're - very close to a breakthrough."
-"I think so," Harry said. "Now I just need to figure out what to change. What - about all of this isn't powerful enough? The potion seemed to like everything I - offered it…"
-Snape quirked an eyebrow. "You're talking about it as if it were sentient," he - said.
-"In a way, it is," Harry said. "Not sentient like you or me or even Hedwig but it - feels as if it acts on instinct. Or perhaps reacts on instinct."
-"Then I suggest you re-evaluate your offerings," Snape grinned, "Can't have the - Umbral Locum be displeased, now can we?"
-Harry knew that Snape was joking but at the mention of the word 'offerings', a - cold chill crept down his spine.
-"Oh no," he groaned. His legs felt like they were made of jelly and if he hadn't - been sitting down, he was sure that he would have crumbled. The blood had drained - from his face.
-"Is something wrong?" Snape asked.
-Harry heard the voice but didn't register its meaning as he stared at his folded - hands, thinking of the consequences of his discovery.
-"Harry," Snape prompted again.
-"I know what's wrong with it," Harry explained. "I know why it's not working. - You're right. My offering wasn't good enough."
-"What are you talking about?"
-"It's blood," Harry then said. "The potion needs blood."
-Snape regarded Harry in a calculating manner. "If that is the case," he said - softly, "Does that bother you?"
-"What?" Harry asked, chuckling grimly, "That the potion I created is going to end - up being dark magic?"
-Snape clicked his tongue in annoyance. "It is not wise to jump to that conclusion, - merely because one of the ingredients ends up being blood. Does the potion feel dark - to you?"
-"I don't think so," Harry said decidedly. "I think it's a matter of balance. This - potion works so well with innate magic. If you hadn't taught it to me, I don't think - I could've ever gotten this far, really. And I'm starting to think that a sufficient - amount of blood might bring the whole concoction into harmony. I know it sounds a bit - strange," Harry chuckled when he felt a sudden kinship with Luna, "but I really think - this is good. Not bad."
-Once more, Snape regarded Harry carefully and then smiled. "If only I had realised - just what a knack you have for potions during your first years," he said. "That - natural raw talent of yours combined with your inherent understanding of the flow of - things is a mixture to be reckoned with."
-Harry chuckled. "I learned from the best though, didn't I?" he said.
-"From whom?" Snape teased. "Professor Slughorn?"
-Harry rolled his eyes. "You really want me to come out and say it, don't you?"
-"Oh, how that would please me," Snape said evenly.
-"Fine," Harry said evenly. "You're the best."
-"What's that?" Snape asked silkily. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that."
-"You're the best Potions Master," Harry admitted annoyedly.
-Snape ruffled Harry's hair and grinned. "And don't you forget it, brat," he said - fondly.
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-Chapter 33
-More Magical Maladies Manifest in Muggles
-St Mungo's reports a staggering amount of muggles to be admitted to - their premises. There have been reports about numerous illnesses including but not - limited to Dragon Pox; Cerebrumous Spattergroit and the black cat flue. While usually - very treatable in wizards, our magical cures seem to not have the same effect on the - muggles in our care.
-There have also been reports of a new malady that is highly - contagious and supremely lethal. So far, no cure has been invented for what doctors - now call 'the Dissolving Sweats'. Reportedly, the - muggles' organs are slowly dissolving from within after which the muggle expulses the - destroyed tissue by sweating profusely.
-For now, the unknown disease has stayed contained within the muggle
- population but we still advise caution. Dr Lovegood asks that if anyone should you
- notice any muggle in their neighbourhood that is experiencing sudden weight loss;
- hair loss; vomiting and general weakness, they should notify St Mungo's
- immediately.
Harry closed the paper with a frown and looked at Hermione. She looked very pale - and her hands were shaking.
-"Hermione," Harry asked, "are you okay?"
-"Just worried," Hermione replied. "This epidemic seems to be getting worse and - worse. Do you have any idea how many muggles have died so far?"
-"They didn't say," Harry replied, scouring the article again to make sure he - didn't just miss it.
-"No, they didn't," Hermione said. "They don't want to cause a panic. But the - muggles obviously know that something is up and they report hundreds of deaths - already."
-Harry looked at the high table where Dumbledore was reading the muggle paper - 'The Sunday Times' with a concerned frown. Snape was rapping his fingers on - the table as he seemed to be deep in thought.
-"I'm sure your parents will be fine," Ron said. "They're doctors, aren't - they?"
-"Dentists," Hermione sniffed.
-"Tooth doctors, right!" Ron exclaimed. "I'm sure that they know how to stay - healthy."
-Hermione shrugged. "I suppose," she said. "They would know how to stay - away from any contagious people and to wash their hands frequently. They do know what - to look out for."
-"There you go," Ron grinned, "They will be fine. And you'll see. Someone will find - a cure very soon."
-"I sure hope so," Harry mumbled, "because, at this rate, Voldemort will still be - getting what he wanted, even though he's dead."
-"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
-"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I was just thinking out loud. I'll ask Severus about it - later. He's a Potions Master so surely he has some idea of what's going on or what to - do."
-This brought a hopeful smile to Hermione's face. "I suppose you're right," she - said, finally taking a few bites of her food.
-"What do you make of this epidemic?" Harry asked Snape once he got them alone. - "any ideas?"
-"It is quite odd," Snape replied. "It almost seems as if this is some sort of - attack."
-"Biological warfare?" Harry suggested.
-"Quite so," Snape agreed. "While the magical community has grown resistant to most - of the well-known maladies that are going around, the muggles have no such - resistance. That's why it's killing them too easily."
-"And the dissolving sweats?" Harry asked.
-"That is the enigma," Snape admitted. "It almost seems like some sort of horrid - combination of a number of maladies that we are already familiar with. Some sort of - unholy offspring, if you will."
-"So someone is targeting muggles," Harry growled.
-"I think that it is no coincidence that this new illness does not seem to affect - magical folk," Snape said thoughtfully. "Something in their biological make-up makes - the muggles vulnerable against this attack. Something that we are protected against. - Of course, this is all speculation."
-Snape sighed deeply. "For all we know, it is only a matter of time before the - first wizard or witch is affected by this horrid disease. But I honestly don't think - that will happen."
-"Do you have any idea of where they stand on making a cure?" Harry asked.
-"The guild is working on it," Snape told Harry. "Dr Lovegood, in particular, is - hard at work, though I imagine he has his hands full trying to keep the muggles - alive."
-"Hermione is worried," Harry said.
-Snape nodded. "I imagine that all muggle-borns and half-bloods with muggles in - their families are concerned," he said. "But I assure you that the magical community - is doing the best they can."
-"Are you trying to come up with something?" Harry asked.
-Snape shook his head. "Not right now," he said. "As you are well aware, I have - other duties to attend to. Besides, I do not have a sample of the disease and I will - not be bringing one into Hogwarts just to attempt something that my colleagues are - already working on."
-"But you're better," Harry pointed out.
-Snape chuckled. "When it comes to diseases at least, I assure you that Dr Lovegood - is more proficient than I am."
-Harry cursed himself for his lack of forbearance as he walked out of the main gate - and into the direction of the forbidden forest. He would not need to venture in too - deeply but he hoped that he would be able to find some recently deceased thestrals. - He had run out of thestral hooves for his potion and seeing how they were quite - critical to make the concoction work, he decided to try and harvest some himself.
-If there weren't any available he would have to order them but that could take a - while and Harry wanted to wait as little as possible.
-As he walked into the edge of the arboreal enclosure, Harry slowed down his pace - and tried to walk as softly as he possibly could. It would not do to spook the herd - before he even got to them.
-"Good morning, Harry."
-Harry all but jumped out of his skin when he was suddenly addressed out of the - blue. Instinctively, he had drawn his wand and whirled around to come face to face - with Luna. She was hanging upside down from a low-hanging branch, holding on tight - with her legs. Her arms were dangling down much like her hair was but she raised one - hand to wave at Harry unnecessarily.
-"Luna," Harry said," You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
-Luna smiled serenely. "It's quite alright," she said, "Your heart is strong."
-"Thanks, I guess," Harry said, "But what are you doing here?"
-"I'm looking for the Spotted Snurcax," she said matter-of-factly.
-"Okay," Harry said slowly," And why are you upside down?"
-"To find the snurcax, you need to become the snurcax," Luna - replied easily, "And very much like bats and possums, the spotted snurcax likes to - view this world entirely upside down. Very unlike the striped snurcax, mind you."
-Harry smiled fondly and shook his head at the blonde. "If you say so, Luna," he - said, "Say, have you seen the thestral herd anywhere near here lately?"
-"Of course," Luna said, "They are at the creek right now. The morning breeze makes - them thirsty, you see?"
-"The creek?" Harry asked thoughtfully, "I didn't know there was one here."
-"I think you never looked hard enough," Luna said, "People often miss things that - cross their paths, simply because it's not on their mind. But I can show you where it - is if you'd like."
-"I wouldn't want to disturb your search for the er…"
-"Spotted snurcax," Luna supplied, "Don't worry. They'll be here all year."
-"Thanks," Harry said, offering Luna his hand. "Be careful coming down, okay?"
-"Thank you, Harry," Luna said as she took Harry's hand and gracefully dropped down - from the branch. "Aren't you just my knight in shining armour?"
-Harry chuckled, "Without the armour, you mean."
-"And without the horse," Luna added, "Is that why you're looking for the - thestrals?"
-"No," Harry said, "I was just looking for one that might have recently died. I - need their hooves."
-"For your potion," Luna said.
-"For my potion," Harry agreed, "So, what do you think?"
-"Of the potion or the thestrals?" Luna asked, "Or a peculiar combination of the - both of them?"
-"The thestrals," Harry clarified, "Have any of them died recently?"
-"I don't think so," Luna said dreamily, "But maybe if you ask them nicely, they - might give you what you need." Her eyes shone with such clarity and determination - that Harry did not dare question her.
-"Okay," he said somewhat doubtfully, "I'll do that."
-"You have grown," Luna suddenly said as they kept walking into the forbidden - forest, ducking underneath overhanging branches as they went.
-"Have I?" Harry asked, "I'm still not as tall as Ron, I think."
-Luna chuckled. "Perhaps not that literally," she said, "I meant it in a spiritual - way. I can see that you have a greater understanding of yourself."
-"Well, I have been getting a lot better at Occlumency," Harry told her, "Maybe - that's what you mean?"
-"Perhaps," Luna replied. She clasped her hands behind her back and started - skipping ahead of Harry who quickened his pace to keep up with her. They reached a - clearing in which a creek streamed calmly. Surrounding the waters stood the herd of - thestrals. Some of them raised their heads and looked at the intruders thoughtfully - before deeming them safe and going back to their drinking and grazing.
-"Hello, Sunspot," Luna greeted as she approached a certain mare, "And how are you - doing today? Has your hip gotten better at all?"
-Sunspot tapped the ground with her foot a couple of times before bucking and - pushing her nose into Luna's outstretched hand.
-"Oh, that is so good to hear," Luna said happily, "I do hope that you'll be more - careful from now on."
-Harry looked around but saw no signs of any of the thestrals being sick or dying. - He sighed to himself. It was probably better this way. Luna might not have taken it - well had they stumbled upon a body.
-"Go on," Luna goaded, "Ask Blueberry to help you. He's standing over there." Luna - pointed toward one of the larger thestrals that stood proudly on top of a small hill, - his wings folded neatly at his flanks. He appeared to be standing guard while the - rest of the herd grazed.
-Harry frowned. "You mean for me to just go up to him and… ask for his hooves?"
-"That would be a strange thing to do," Luna noted, "Just ask him to help you."
-Harry did not think that would be any less strange but he couldn't help but trust - Luna. She had – after all – clearly bonded with the herd. She must know what she's - doing. So Harry carefully walked towards the stallion that watched his approach - carefully but without backing down.
-"Hello," Harry said uneasily.
-"His name is Blueberry," Luna advised as she threw her arms around a foal, - scratching its chest.
-Harry cleared his throat and tried again. "Hello, Blueberry," he said, "I'm - brewing a potion to be able to talk to the people I have lost."
-Blueberry regarded him carefully and for a moment, Harry almost believed that it - could actually understand him. He glanced behind him to see Luna sitting down in the - grass as a thestral nudged her carefully with its nose before lying down next to - her.
-"So, I was wondering if you could help me in its creation somehow?" Harry finally - said.
-For a moment, Harry and Blueberry regarded each other, neither one of them moving - even though Harry desperately wanted to move back. But then, the proud stallion - turned around and started swishing its tail rather wildly until several hairs - dislodged from it.
-Harry understood the message immediately and gathered as many of the hairs as he - could into the pouch he had brought along for this purpose. When Blueberry started - bucking at him, Harry moved back a few steps.
-"Thank you, Blueberry," he said solemnly before turning away and searching for - Luna again. The girl was crouching next to the creek, a smile on her face. Harry - approached her and went to stand next to her. He stared into the water and saw their - reflection.
-"Did you ever wonder if the person in the water is real, and you're just a - reflection of him?" Luna asked seriously.
-"I really hope that I'm the one who is real," Harry replied, "Otherwise, - everything we've been through was for nothing."
-"Well, if you want to be sure…" Luna said. She used her hands to form a makeshift - cup and scooped some of the water up. Then she got up and opened her hands above - Harry's head, effectively dousing him with the liquid.
-"Luna!" he exclaimed, startled by the cold water, "What are you doing?"
-"It would appear that you are still you," Luna said easily, "So that means that I - am still me."
-"Are you sure?" Harry asked mischievously, not about to be outdone by the - Ravenclaw. He didn't quite bother with decorum and simply splashed some water in - Luna's direction. She was either too slow to dodge or simply didn't want to. Either - way, she too was soon soaked.
-"That is quite refreshing," she said, smiling brightly. "So what do you see - now?"
-If Harry had seen the suspicious-looking glint in Luna's eyes, he probably - wouldn't have looked away. But he did. And Luna – in a moment of Slytherin clarity – - nudged Harry just strongly enough to throw him off balance. Harry – whose reflexes - were superior to those of Luna – swirled as he fell, grabbing the first thing he - could to try and keep himself upright. When that something ended up being Luna's arm, - they both ended up falling into the creek, disturbing its waters and chasing off some - of the younger thestrals.
-For a moment, Harry sat there feeling quite shocked. Water dripped down from his - drenched hair and into his face. He half sat, half lay into the cold water, - scrambling to find his glasses when he noticed his movements were restricted since - Luna was now laying on top of him, where she had landed. She looked at him with a - serene smile on her face, her eyes darting to his hair ever so slightly.
-"You have a frog on your head," she said sweetly. Harry chuckled and Luna moved - her hand to his head as to remove the frog. But when it hopped away on its own, she - settled her hand against Harry's cheek and tapped his nose with her own.
-"You are absolutely extraordinary," she whispered.
-Harry inhaled sharply as he realized at that moment just how much Luna meant to - him. With a rush of courage, he pressed his lips against hers, gently putting a hand - in her neck as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.
-When she stroked his hair and deepened the kiss, he realized that he felt truly - happy.
-Harry had never felt more excited in his life. Even the day he first came to - Hogwarts didn't feel like this. He completed the containment field and shivered when - he sensed its dome engulf him once more. He didn't know why he felt like this but - something told him that today would be the day. He would finally be able to finish - the Umbral Locum.
-He felt like a composer as he worked on the potion. The honey mead simmered - pleasantly, the tendrils of magic stretching all around him. He revived the ghost - pipe with his innate magic before adding it to the brew. He added the burned jackal - fur as he would add pepper to a juicy steak. He stirred the potion with the practised - and precise movements of a master.
-Harry wasn't even remotely distracted by Snape waiting patiently at the other side - of the alchemical circle. In fact, he even forgot that the man was there. He relished - in the silence that was now his own and felt invigorated by the colours of magic all - around him as they were revealed by the circle. This felt right.
-Harry tossed in the carefully peeled bark of the weeping willow and quickly added - the moth wings before the bark was completely immersed. The crow feathers he dipped - in honey made specifically from Gorse flowers before adding them to the concoction as - he stirred.
-Swirling colours of purple, red, green and orange seemed to spur him on as he - stirred and added, chopped and diced. He monitored the fire like a mother would her - sleeping child and reacted every time it seemed to change. Not a thing went - wrong.
-The heat that rose from the cauldron drew Harry into a warm embrace. The popping - of small bubbles sounded almost like the ringing of bells and the scent that emerged - from the fumes reminded Harry of a warm spring day after it rained.
-As he stirred, the fluid turned clear while the differently coloured strands of - magic swirled inside until a whirlpool of explosive colour seemed to rise from the - cauldron, swirling chaotically and yet very controlled.
-Harry knew that he was very nearly there. This time he would succeed for sure. He - grabbed the knife he had gotten from Snape for Christmas and was about to cut into - his hand when the energies around him seemed to break and crackle. Harry couldn't say - how he knew this but he understood that the potion did not want him to - personalize it. No, not him. Not this time.
-A tongue of green magic lashed out at the containment field, in the direction that - Snape was sitting. Apparently, the dark Potions Master saws nothing as extraordinary - as Harry was for he was just sitting there, watching intently but completely - relaxed.
-Harry smiled when he realized the magic's objective.
-He locked gazes with Snape and beckoned for him to come nearer. Snape frowned but - did so. He stepped closer until he was at the edge of the containment field. He could - not pass it.
-Orange wisps danced around Harry's wrist as he stretched out his hand. It breached - the circle as he held it out towards Snape. After a moment's consideration, Snape - took Harry's hand in his. Harry held on tightly and gently tugged on Snape's wrist, - urging the man to step forward. Purple magic was practically licking at the breach - Harry had created, almost begging to be allowed to welcome the newcomer as if it was - an excited pet.
-Snape allowed Harry to guide him inside and stepped through the breach. When he - was inside of the alchemical circle, it sealed itself off completely once more. - Snape's eyes widened as he took in the display that was dancing magic, a whirlpool of - colour emanating from the cauldron and the scents of happy days longs since past.
-"Harry," he said. "This is amazing."
-Harry smiled knowingly. "This is the creation of Umbral Locum," he said. "This is - the connection between the planes."
-Magic of all colour was dancing around Snape, gently playing with his hair and - cloak, making it seem as if Snape was facing a strong wind. He allowed the magic's - embrace and chuckled when a particularly devious strand of red magic tugged at his - sleeve.
-"Why have you called me in here?" Snape asked.
-"The potion does not want me to take it this time," Harry said.
-"What do you mean?" Snape asked.
-"It's hard to explain," Harry said. "But I've been brewing like this for a while - now. I've been communicating with the innate magic of all the ingredients that go - into this potion and I know that in a way it is sentient. And right now, - it's telling me that it chooses you."
-"But are you certain about this?" Snape asked. "This is your creation and I know - there are people you want to see."
-Harry smiled. "I will get my chance," he said. "For today, this is how it has to - be."
-He handed Snape his knife – heft first – and waited patiently for the man to take - it. Snape regarded Harry carefully before taking the knife from him.
-"How much blood will it take?" Snape asked.
-"I imagine that it depends on the circumstances," Harry replied, knowing that it - was so. "I will tell you when to stop. For now, just cut your hand and open it above - the cauldron."
-Snape faced the colourful creation and dutifully cut his hand without even - flinching. He watched the blood slide down his palm and drip into the cauldron. As it - did, the clear solution underneath the whirlpool changed colour.
-"More," Harry encouraged, watching alongside Snape as the colour was still - changing.
-More blood was sucked into the cauldron, the whirlpool doing a fine job of - stirring it just right.
-"Just a bit more," Harry said when about a cup of blood had been added. "Just a - few more drops I think. Okay, stop."
-Snape closed his hand and withdrew it. He would cast a healing spell once the - potion could no longer be disrupted by the magic.
-The whirlpool slowly dissipated to reveal the Umbral Locum below it. It was - burgundy in colour and smelled of herbs and spices. The amount was scarcely enough to - fill one vial. The magics that had surrounded Harry up until this point all vanished - and soon, there was nothing there but silence.
-"It's complete," Harry said, feeling incredibly exhausted. He broke the - containment field and sat down heavily into a chair. When he looked at Snape again, - he almost laughed when he saw how confused the man looked.
-"What's wrong?" Harry asked, "Didn't you ever see a potion before?"
-"I have," Snape said evenly, "But never one that was anchored to me in such a - specific and fantastic manner. I can't help but feel honoured."
-"The honour is all mine," Harry said. "Now, don't keep me waiting. I want to know - if it worked or not."
-"You want me to drink this?" Snape asked incredulously.
-"It's not poison," Harry chuckled, "What are you afraid of?"
-The expression on Snape's face revealed nothing but Harry could take a wild - guess.
-"You will only find what you need," Harry urged. "Please. I know you can do - it."
-"Okay," Snape conceded. "I will."
-"I would sit down on the floor if I were you," Harry advised. "Unless you want to - end up with a cracked tailbone or anything."
-"I would rather not," Snape said as he sat down as gracefully as he could.
-"Don't forget to occlude," Harry pointed out. Snape sneered at him but did so. And - then, he drank the potion.
-Years of training Occlumency and Legilimency did not prepare him for this moment. - He wouldn't have been able to stop the sensation, even if he had wanted to. It almost - felt like apparition, though instead of feeling a hook behind his belly button, he - felt one behind his mind.
-Before he knew it, he landed near the river in Spinner's End, staring at a piece - of wood from the yew tree as it drifted past. And for a small moment, he wondered if - he perhaps had apparated after all. Until he heard a painfully familiar - voice.
-"Hello, Sev."
-I will not be updating tomorrow for the sole reason that I - wanted chapter 34 to be the finisher of the week. I know, I know, you all hate me for - doing this but I'm asking you to wait just one more day!
-Please do let me know what you think. Many things happened this chapter. I'm - sure you have one or two things to say!
-See you on Friday.
-It's nice to see how anticipated this chapter is. I hope it's worth the small - wait. For those interested, I suggest listening to River flows in - you by Yiruma. There's a longer version on youtube. It's - what I listened to while writing this and I think it fits.
-Chapter 34
-Snape whirled around to come face to face with Lily Evans. Or rather, Lily Potter. - Her brilliantly green eyes seemed to shimmer with happiness as she looked at him. Her - long red hair framed her face oh so very perfectly and the smile that graced her lips - was the most beautiful thing Snape had ever seen.
-"Lily," Snape said breathlessly. "Is it really you?"
-"In the flesh," Lily said brightly. "Well, on second thought that's not really - true is it?"
-Lily grinned as Snape stood stammering. "You can laugh now," Lily teased. "That - was funny."
-"You look exactly the same as you did when I last saw you," Snape said - reverently.
-"Ah yes," Lily said knowingly. "It's one of the benefits of dying young. You'll - look forever beautiful. Not very good for the skin, though."
-Snape chuckled wryly. "I can't believe this worked," he said.
-"Did you have so little faith in my son, Sev?" Lily asked. "I've been told that he - learned from the best."
-"I know what he was doing," Snape said. "And I know what he was trying to - accomplish but I dared not hope."
-Lily regarded him sadly. "Come with me," she said. "Let's go to our usual - spot."
-"Our usual spot is gone," Snape said. "It was destroyed many years ago."
-"You forget the power of our memories," Lily said easily. "I know that I can find - it. You just need to follow."
-Lily took Snape's hand in his. Her touch was warm. There was no cold sensation - accompanying it as Harry had described before. Snape squeezed gently, never wanting - to let go again. She led him past the river, ducking under branches and past - shrubberies that Snape knew were no longer there. Eventually, Lily let go of Snape's - hand to duck and crawl underneath a hedge of particularly thick bushes. Snape - followed only to end up in a familiar clearing. One that hadn't been around for many - a year but was remembered fondly nonetheless.
-It was small but it was theirs. Theirs alone. Not even Petunia had known about - this clearing.
-"Sit with me," Lily invited as she patted the grass next to her. Snape sat down, - noticing the warmth Lily exuded as he sat so very close to her.
-"I do believe we have many things to talk about," Lily said. "Which is why we - asked Harry to allow you this potion."
-"You asked him to?" Snape said.
-Lily smiled. "We were around," she said, "as we always are. And we guided him - throughout the process."
-"That's why the potion appeared sentient," Snape said.
-"We merely gave him a small nudge," Lily explained. "And none of the spirits he - tried to contact were malicious. We just feel that we know better than the living who - needs to talk to us. After all, we see more of what goes on in your minds than you - do."
-"And you thought I needed to talk to you more than Harry did?" Snape asked - incredulously.
-"Harry has come a very long way," Lily said fondly. "His life has been coated in - darkness for a long time. But since you took him in and saw him for what he really - is, light has been the dominant factor in his life. Unfortunately, the same can't be - said for you."
-"He deserves to be happy," Snape said.
-"So do you!" Lily exclaimed. "Even if you don't think that's true."
-"You died because of me," Snape said sullenly as he leaned back. "All because of - that ridiculous prophecy. And even when I knew the Dark Lord was after you, I - couldn't protect you."
-"None of us could have known that Peter would betray us," Lily said soothingly. - She wrapped an arm around Snape's waist and put her head on his shoulder.
-"I should have –"
-"Shoulda coulda woulda," Lily chided, "I will not allow you to wallow in self-pity - any longer. If I – Lily Evans – don't deem you responsible for the death of Lily - Evans, then by Merlin, you are not responsible for the death of Lily Evans!"
-Snape chuckled as he relished the weight of Lily's head on his shoulder. He - desperately wanted to embrace her but didn't think it appropriate to do so.
-"I need to thank you, really," Lily said in a softer tone. "You took in Harry when - he needed you most. James and I are very grateful to you for that."
-Snape snorted. "Unlikely," he said.
-"I swear!" Lily said in indignation. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
-Snape groaned painfully.
-"Okay," Lily chuckled, "No more death jokes. I'm sorry. But it's true, you know? I - know that you and James didn't see eye to eye when you were younger but he grew up. - And I know you did, as well."
-"Did I?" Snape asked. "I tormented your son for years, simply because James was - his father."
-Lily let Snape go and shot him an exasperated look. "I know what you're doing, you - know," she said smartly. "You're trying to convince me that I should be upset with - you so you can keep telling yourself that you deserve all the bad things that happen - to you."
-"That is absurd," Snape growled, tugging at some grass beneath his closed - fist.
-"Yes, it is," Lily said knowingly. "So knock it off. You made Harry the happiest - he's been since he was left on my sister's doorstep. And sure, you have your faults - as does everyone. But I assure you that we have forgiven you."
-"Does that include the mutt?" Snape asked sardonically.
-Lily laughed. It was a wonderful sound and Snape never wanted to part with it - again.
-"I'll admit that he was less than happy when he found out that you took Harry in," - Lily said in a conspiring tone of voice. "But that had more to do with jealousy than - anything else."
-Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. Lily laughed again, picked some blades of grass - and dropped them on top of Snape's head. "Okay fine," she conceded. "Sirius still - doesn't like you but you can't be everyone's friend."
-"I only wanted to be yours," Snape sighed and stared at a beetle scurrying around - in front of him. "I never cared about anyone else."
-Lily looked at him sadly. "I know," she said. She placed a warm hand on Snape's - cheek and forced him to look at her. When obsidian met emerald, Snape's heart nearly - stopped. He so desperately wanted to stay here forever. To be with her.
-"I miss you," he said. "The feeling never goes away. I dream of your laughter, of - your hand in mine. I dream of what I wish could have been."
-Lily sighed as she placed a comforting hand on Snape's knee. "It does not become - you to remain stuck in the past," she said.
-"I just can't stop wondering," Snape said grimly. He placed his hand on top of - Lily's and looked at her. Merlin, she looked so real. So alive. She felt so warm and - she smelled of that bottle of perfume he once brewed her.
-"Wondering what?" Lily asked, smiling knowingly.
-"Had I never called you… that and more importantly, had I never joined the death - eaters, would we –" he swallowed thickly as he did his best to gather his courage. - Lily simply smiled at him reassuringly, clenching his knee just a bit tighter. "Would - we have had a chance?"
-"Is that really something you would like to know?" Lily asked.
-"It is," Snape said. "Not knowing is the worst of it. And I'm not sure if I'll get - another chance after this."
-Lily regarded him carefully for a moment, then playfully swept her hair back. She - used to do that a lot, Snape remembered. "
-"I loved you," Lily said simply. Honestly. "And had our cards been dealt - differently, I'm sure that I would have ended up with you rather than with James. But - in this lifetime, it was not meant to be."
-Snape grimaced painfully. "So it was truly all my own fault," he said. "Had I not - been so stupid, you would've –"
-Lily placed her index finger on Snape's lips to stop him from talking.
-"It's impossible to know what might have been," Lily told him. "And speculation of - the past is the worst enemy of the future. I need you to move past all of this."
-"But how could I ever move past you?" Snape asked desperately. "You are everything - to me!"
-"My dear, darling Severus," Lily said kindly. "You have moved heaven and earth to - do right by me and eventually by Harry. You have done all that you can for me. And - now, there is only one more thing I desperately want you to do for me."
-"Anything," Snape breathed.
-"Do you promise you will do your best to fulfil my request?"
-"I swear it," Snape said.
-Lily smiled as she pressed her forehead against Snape's. "I want you to let me go, - dear friend." She said. "Unpause your life for me."
-She wrapped her arms around Snape's neck and embraced him lovingly. "You deserve - all good things that are coming to you. And I forbid you from sabotaging yourself any - longer. Do you hear me?"
-"I hear you," Snape said softly. He hesitantly reciprocated the embrace.
-"I'll haunt you if you do," Lily said fondly. "I don't know how that would work, - but I'll find out."
-Snape chuckled. "I'm sure you would," he said. "You've always been exceptionally - clever."
-"Clever girls do seem to be your type," Lily said. She drew back and winked at - Snape. "So, tell me about this Maya."
-"There's nothing to tell," Snape said.
-"Come now," Lily teased, "I know she kissed you and I know very well how that made - you feel."
-"Regardless, she is not you," Snape pointed out.
-"No, she's not," Lily agreed, "I am me, and she is her." She sighed and - tousled Snape's hair. "It's really not fair to compare the living to the dead you - know. The dead don't make mistakes."
-"She's just a friend," Snape insisted.
-"A fried you like to get a bit drunk with," Lily giggled. "A friend that was all - over you last Christmas."
-"It appears you and your son share the same confusion about what inebriation does - to people," Snape said sardonically.
-"Oh come on!" Lily huffed, "It's not like I'm going to tell anyone your secrets. - Just admit that you like her already." She stretched out her arms and fell backwards - to lay in the damp grass.
-Snape joined her and stared up at the clouds. One floated past that looked - suspiciously like a Snallygaster. Snape snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes.
-A long but comfortable silence stretched between the two of them when Snape spoke - again.
-"I'll admit," he said slowly, "that I do sense some form of attraction towards - her." He felt almost ashamed to admit this to Lily.
-Lily snorted before breaking down into giggles. "Some form of attraction?" she - asked as she slapped Snape playfully on the shoulder. "Would it really be that much - harder to just say that you like her?"
-Snape sighed exasperatedly. "Fine," he snarled. "I like her!"
-"Yes!" Lily exclaimed victoriously. "Sirius owes me ten galleons!"
-Snape turned his head to look at the redhead incredulously. "I don't know what - matter to address first," he said. "The fact that you made a bet with the mutt - concerning my interests or that you seem to still be using currency."
-"We don't," Lily said, "But it's still fun to bet. And we have to do - something around here!"
-"Yes," Snape agreed. "We wouldn't want you to go out and haunt people."
-"What do you like about her?" Lily asked.
-"Lil!" Snape exclaimed, "I really don't feel comfortable getting into this right - now."
-Lily snorted. "For one, she is hot!" she said, counting on her fingers.
-Snape stared at her wide-eyed. "That is –"
-"What?" Lily interrupted, "Not at all what you're interested in? Please, you're a - man. Don't forget that I've seen what's in your mind."
-"Who knew that it would take death for you to learn Legilimency," Snape - chuckled.
-Lily grinned broadly in return. "Was that a joke, Severus Snape?" she - asked. "Surely, hell has frozen over. Perhaps I should go check."
-Snape couldn't help it. The comment wasn't even all that funny but combined with - the close proximity of his oldest friend made him erupt into laughter. It was loud - and inelegant and soon Lily joined him, the occasional snort from either one of them - interrupting the mad chuckles.
-"Thank you, Lily," Snape said when he had calmed down.
-"Whatever for?" Lily asked.
-"For seeing me one last time," Snape replied. "You were right. I was stuck in the - past."
-"And now?" Lily asked as she absentmindedly placed a hand on Snape's upper - arm.
-"Now," Snape said solemnly, "I will do my best to honour your last request."
-Lily smiled warmly at him. "I knew I could count on you."
-Snape felt the sensation at the back of his mind that told him it was time to go. - It was what Harry had warned him about, and he knew better than to deny that urge - lest he get stuck here forever.
-"It would appear that I have to go," Snape told Lily. He was surprised to find - that he was rather okay with it.
-"I know," Lily said. "Go on then. And remember your promise." In a most tender - moment, she grabbed Snape's hand in hers and kissed it fondly. "I love you, - Severus."
-Snape smiled and squeezed Lily's hand one last time as he gazed into those emerald - green eyes.
-"I love you too," he said and a moment later, he was expelled from Spinner's End. - His eyes fluttered open as he took in the scene that was the potions lab. A sense of - calm overtook him that he had not known in a long time and emerald eyes met him once - more.
-"How are you feeling, dad?" Harry asked.
-Snape smiled. "Never better."
-Snape hadn't actually divulged much to Harry about his conversation with Lily. He - didn't think it necessary for the boy to know. But he had been over the moon when - Snape had told him that the potion was an absolute success and had started taking - notes at a furious pace, not even noticing when Snape had retreated to his - chambers.
-And now he was pacing his sitting rooms, not sure what he was supposed to do from - here on out. He could almost hear Lily's voice egging him on. Come on Sev, you - can do it!
-Snape growled at the imaginary voice and continued his pacing. If he was going to - do this, he had to do it right. But how should he best approach this? Should he visit - Maya in her quarters later that evening, explaining that he had somehow seen the - light? Snape huffed at himself for the ridiculous thought and shook his head.
-Perhaps he could change the signage he had placed around Hogwarts to direct her to - his personal chambers only to act all surprised when she arrived there? What madness! - He had never done anything of the sort and didn't have the foggiest idea on how to - proceed. He had nearly thrown a throw pillow – which he had been tearing at for a - while - into the fire to alleviate some of his distress when the door opened.
-"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he eyed the abused pillow in Snape's - hands.
-With a huff, Snape threw the pillow back in its place and crossed his arms. "I'm - thinking," he said.
-"Okay," Harry said slowly. He walked around Snape and dropped himself onto the - couch, watching with interest how Snape resumed his pacing.
-"What are you thinking about?" he asked, grabbing one of the biscuits that had - been left on the table.
-"Things," Snape replied curtly.
-Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I can't help you if you give replies like that." He - moved his legs onto the couch and lay flat on his back, tucking his arms under his - head.
-"I assure you that this does not concern you," Snape snarled.
-Harry chuckled. "What did mum say that has you so frazzled?" he asked.
-"Plenty of things," Snape said through gritted teeth. He really didn't want to get - into this with the boy right now.
-Harry pointed his wand at the ceiling and conjured a small green light that he - made dance across the cement. "And the most disconcerting thing was…"
-"Maya," Snape spat.
-Harry dropped his wand. "What?" he asked. "How did that come up?"
-"Believe it or not, but your mother asked me about her out of the blue," Snape - said. "Which is so like her when I think about it."
-Harry smirked and flipped himself onto his stomach. "And what did she have to say - about that?" he asked. "Does she want you to snog Maya? She does, doesn't she?"
-The pointed glare Snape sent Harry's way was apparently enough of an indication. - Harry laughed and threw the already abused throw pillow against Snape's pacing form. - "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "But why does that have you so worked up?"
-Snape flicked his eyes skyward in exasperation and stopped pacing. "Because I - don't have the slightest idea on how to handle this," he told Harry. "I already - turned her down. I can't very well waltz up to her and tell her 'Just kidding'!"
-The amusement with which Harry regarded Snape at that moment was nothing short of - infuriating but when the brat opened his mouth to speak, it only got worse.
-"Well," he said, "since I've already gotten two girlfriends this year, maybe - you would do well to take my advice."
-"Very cheeky," Snape growled, "And what – pray tell – would… hold on, two - girlfriends?"
-"Later," Harry said dismissively. "For now, I would advise you to act less like a - Slytherin and more like a Gryffindor."
-"A Gryffindor?" Snape repeated with barely disguised disgust.
-"A Gryffindor," Harry said confidently.
-This got Snape pacing again as Harry leaned back into the cushions, regarding - Snape with far too much amusement.
-'Gryffindor,' Snape thought. 'Courage, bravery, nerve and - chivalry'. He repeated that line a couple of times in his head and added - impetuosity for good measure. Perhaps not an official house value but - certainly one that was present among most Gryffindors. 'And when did that brat - get another girlfriend? Focus, Severus!'
-"Gryffindor," Snape suddenly exclaimed aloud. "I understand." And before Harry - could say another word, he threw open his door and stalked away in a hurried - pace.
-He was vaguely aware of Harry hurrying after him but ignored him. Right now, he - was a man on a mission.
-"Severus," Harry said as he jogged after Snape. "What are you doing?"
-"I'm playing Quidditch," Snape replied sardonically. "What does it look like I'm - doing?"
-"I don't know," Harry said exasperatedly. "You look like someone who is hurrying - into a precarious situation without a plan!"
-Snape smirked. "Think like a Gryffindor, you said."
-"That's not at all what I meant!" Harry called out. But Snape ignored him. The - seed had been sown and now he would make sure to bloom his plan – for he did have - one, however last-minute – into fruition.
-If Snape had gotten the time right, dinner would be in session at the moment so he - would no doubt find Maya sitting in the great hall. Harry seemed to understand the - same thing and suddenly hurried off as if he were trying to get there ahead of Snape. - What he thought that might accomplish, Snape could only guess.
-And then he was met with the doors of the great hall that were wide open to - welcome any dinner guests. Without hesitation, he walked inside and saw that Harry - had joined his friends at the Gryffindor table. As he stalked past, he heard his son - mutter to his friends. " -Absolutely bonkers! I told him to act like a Gryffindor and - he went all –"
-Maya had not yet taken her seat at the high table. A Ravenclaw student was talking - animatedly to her as she showed off a much too long essay. Snape schooled his - expression into a neutral one but he had to admit that even he felt nervous in the - face of what he was about to do.
-Maya noticed him and straightened her back. She smiled warmly as Snape walked up - to her, exuding confidence and determination.
-"Severus, here you –" she began but she couldn't say any more for Snape gave her - no such opportunity. In one smooth motion, he closed the distance between the two of - them and pulled Maya into a tight embrace as his lips connected to hers. For a - moment, she tensed but then she relaxed and leaned into him, her hands finding - support on his back.
-Snape became aware of the entire great hall falling silent but he didn't care. At - that moment there was no time and there was no one else but him and Maya. They were - nothing but two people finding solace in each other's presence and he knew that she – - like him – did not want to let go.
-After what seemed to be an inappropriate amount of time, Snape pulled back, a sly - grin on his face as he looked at a severely flustered Maya.
-"Severus," she breathed.
-"I was a fool, Maya," Snape said. There was a kindness in his voice that very few - people in this hall had ever heard from him. "I'm yours if you'll still have me."
-Maya smiled broadly as she flung herself around his neck. "Of course I will!" she - exclaimed.
-Instantly, a few people from the Gryffindor table started clapping, much to - Snape's annoyance. He glared at Harry who sat there looking decidedly smug. More and - more students followed Harry's example until the entire student body had erupted into - loud applause, most of them standing up.
-Snape knew that he should feel mortification. But all he felt in that moment was - an overwhelming happiness that he had not dared would ever be his again.
-Oh my Goodness, this is the end of one of the archs. *Sniffle* It's a sad but - happy occasion. This is the chapter I had in mind when I thought of TPM. This is what - the most important part in my opinion because this is where Snape finally lets go of - his anguish. But there's still so much more to come! Please do review and tell me - what you thought!
-I want to thank everyone who has reviewed. I put a lot of effort and heart - into the last chapter and was very happy to find it so well-received. I think you'll - find this next chapter quite entertaining as well. Please enjoy it!
-Chapter 35
-When Harry had completed the potion for himself it had turned into an emerald - green, much like his and his mother's eyes. It had tasted sweet with a tangy hint to - it and as Harry drank it, he felt warmed, as if he had just drunk a hot cup of - tea.
-The location his mind was sent to was not at all a familiar one and it looked - rather plain. It was clearly a sitting room, decorated in the garish colours of - Gryffindor. A fire was burning in the hearth, inviting him to sit.
-"It's so good to see you again," a familiar voice said.
-Harry snapped his attention away from the fire to look into the mischievous gaze - of his godfather.
-"Sirius!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the man. "I missed you so - much."
-"I know," Sirius told him soothingly. "And I'm so sorry that I put you through - that. I was… rather impulsive."
-"It was not all your fault," Harry said bitterly.
-"You're right," Sirius replied as he drew back and placed a hand on each of - Harry's shoulders. "It was Bellatrix's fault. But you certainly avenged me, didn't - you?"
-"And nearly got himself killed in the process," came a disapproving voice. Harry - smiled even brighter when he recognised his mother leaning against the doorpost.
-"Mum," he said, standing frozen to the spot.
-Lily huffed. "Oh sure, rush into the arms of your godfather but not in mine. What - am I, chopped liver?"
-Harry laughed as he shook himself from his stupor. Moving forward as Sirius pushed - him a bit, he fell into his mother's arms as well.
-"Hello, scamp," Lily greeted. "You did so well brewing that potion. I certainly - know who you got your talents from."
-"Please," scoffed a second male voice. "He may have your potioneering - skills but he has my talent for Quidditch and mischief."
-Harry was beside himself with joy as James appeared next to Lily, putting his arm - around his wife and son both. "Good to see you, son," he said.
-"Why don't we all sit down," Sirius suggested. "I'm feeling somewhat left out - here."
-Lily snorted. "You've had more time with him than we had," she chided. "You can be - without his attention for five minutes." But she did let Harry go and guided him - towards the chairs that waited in front of the fire.
-"So," James said. "The youngest seeker of the century? By Merlin, you have no idea - how proud I am of you."
-Lily sighed. "He did also defeat Voldemort, you know," she pointed out.
-"And that's a very close second," James told Harry with a wink.
-"And this potion you created," Lily said. "I have to admit that I would have never - been able to. Severus has certainly taught you well."
-Sirius growled. "Speaking of that greasy git," he said, "what in the world - happened there?"
-Harry glared a bit at Sirius. "I'm not sure what you mean."
-"You even glare like him!" Sirius pointed out. "And you're calling him dad now?" - He put a hand on James's shoulder and pointed at his friend's bespectacled face. - "This is your dad."
-Harry felt a pang of guilt as he looked at James, but the man was glaring - pointedly at Sirius.
-"Padfoot," he growled. "We've been over this. Severus was there for Harry when no - one else was. He adopted him so he could have a home. How can you be mad about - that?"
-"That's all well and good," Sirius said. "But I don't like that he's trying to - take your place. It's like the ultimate payback!"
-"Sirius Black!" Lily exclaimed as she hit him on the back of his head. "you ought - to be ashamed of yourself. Look what you're doing to Harry!"
-Harry was feeling less than happy about his godfather's disapproval but he was - trying his best to hide it. Apparently, his best wasn't good enough, though.
-"Oh Harry," Sirius said, properly mollified. "I'm so sorry. I know you didn't do - anything wrong. It's just that when it comes to Snivellus –"
-"Severus," Lily interrupted.
-Sirius sighed dramatically. "Severus," he growled. "There is some bad blood - there."
-"And yet he hasn't tried to disparage you," Harry pointed out. - "Even though he's had all the time in the world to do so."
-James laughed. "Looks like Severus is the more mature one, isn't he?" he said.
-"Point taken," Sirius said but then his expression turned into a sadder one. - "Harry, why haven't you ever told me about the abuse your relatives put you - through?"
-Harry managed not to flinch but averted his gaze anyway. "I was ashamed," he - admitted.
-"You've done nothing to be ashamed of," Sirius told him sternly. "I don't know why - you would ever think that."
-"I know that now," Harry said with a slight smile. "But I used to feel bad that I - wasn't able to defend myself against a few muggles."
-Lily kicked the existential table angrily. "When my sister dies, you can be damn - sure that she's not going to have a peaceful afterlife."
-"Her husband as well," James snarled. "I will make sure to make their afterlives - hell. Dares to put his hands on my son, does he?" He punched his fist into - his flat hand and glared angrily into the fire.
-"Yeah," Harry said awkwardly. "That would be great."
-"Oh look at us," Lily sighed. "We're getting all worked up about the past again." - She scooted closer to Harry and drew him into a brief hug. "I'm sorry my sister is - such an awful person, Harry. For now, we'll have to take satisfaction in the - punishment Severus has already dealt them."
-Harry blinked. He had never known what exactly Snape had done to them but the - reminder of that day warmed his heart.
-"Now, speaking of Severus," Lily said, "How are things going with him and - Maya?"
-Harry groaned. "That was so awkward," he complained. "Some time ago – right after - he spoke to you – he strutted into the great hall and snogged her right in front of - everyone!"
-James laughed loudly. "No way!" he exclaimed, "That doesn't sound like him at all! - Did you confund him or something, Harry?"
-"I told him to act like a Gryffindor," Harry explained.
-"That goes to show what he thinks of Gryffindors," Sirius snorted. "I bet she - slapped him right then and there, didn't she?"
-Harry huffed. "No," he said, "She was all too happy to return the favour. It was - horrible!"
-"Don't act out," Lily chided. "I saw you initiating that round of applause."
-"It was a spur of the moment thing, okay?" Harry defended himself. "But having to - retell it just makes it so much more mortifying!"
-"So, Sn – Severus has a girlfriend now?" Sirius asked incredulously. "About bloody - time." James punched him on the shoulder. "Ow- what?!"
-"I think he's trying to point out that you're a prat," Harry said. "Severus had a - lot of things to work out."
-"I'm just glad he finally did," James said honestly. Lily looked decidedly - smug.
-"It's a good thing you sleep in Gryffindor tower," Sirius pointed out. "Young love - can be quite loud."
-"Argh, Sirius!" Harry exclaimed as she scrunched up his nose. "Why are you doing - this to me?!"
-Sirius snorted. "don't tell me you've never considered it," he said. "How long has - it been since they hooked up?"
-"A little over a month," Harry begrudgingly admitted.
-"Yeah," Sirius said smugly. "Even Severus will have gotten some action by - now."
-"It's more than you get nowadays," James laughed as he pushed against Sirius's - shoulder playfully.
-"Well, I have a good excuse," Sirius said. "I'm dead. Severus only - looks dead."
-"Please stop insulting him," Harry groaned. "I don't think you understand just how - much he helped me. In fact, he's even saved my life many times way before he even - started to like me."
-James clapped Sirius roughly on the back of his head. "If you don't stop this - foolery now, I'm kicking you out," he warned.
-"Sorry," Sirius mumbled. "I'll be good."
-"More importantly, Harry, you've got a girlfriend of your own," Lily pointed - out.
-"I do," Harry said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head in discomfort. - "But I'd really rather not get into too much detail."
-"Whatever the details, I like her," Lily said with a definite tone of voice.
-"As long as you remember to treat her with respect," James told Harry - importantly.
-"Am I a Gryffindor or not?" Harry asked smugly.
-"As long as a certain Slytherin isn't rubbing off on you," Sirius complained.
-"Please, I'm rubbing off on the Slytherins," Harry said easily. - "Even Draco Malfoy has come around."
-"See?" Lily said, "You're already doing better than your father and godfather were - doing back in the day. They just couldn't get past their rivalry with Severus."
-"And a good thing too, or Harry might have been a Snape," Sirius muttered. This - earned him a cuff to the head from both Lily and James but Harry just laughed.
-"I take it you'll be a Potions Master soon now?" Lily asked proudly.
-Harry chuckled. "Not so fast," he said. "Severus is taking me to a guild-meeting - first where the board will assess my skill and contributions. And then they'll - vote."
-"I doubt anyone could deny the hero that is Harry Potter," Sirius pointed out.
-"I hope that's not the case," Harry objected. "I want to be recognised for my - skill and not for my reputation. I worked hard on this, you know?"
-"And we're all very proud of you, son," James said.
-"Yeah, even if you're a potioneer now," Sirius sneered but in a teasing sort of - manner.
-Harry regarded the three parental figures in the room with a big smile on his - face, enjoying the warmth that came from his mother and relishing in the proud gazes - of the two marauders.
-"I wish we could stay like this forever," Harry said wistfully. The adults - regarded him sadly.
-"That's not possible, Harry, you know that," James said. "You get this - moment but after that, it's probably not a good idea to try and talk to us - again."
-A part of Harry wanted to protest and ask why that was but he already knew the - reason. It was the same reason why he first had to master Occlumency before - attempting to brew this potion. Too much of this and any person could become insane. - Harry recognised the dangers of wanting to stay here and knew that his dad was - right.
-"I know," he said solemnly. "I'm just glad that I got this opportunity."
-"And it's all because of your own genius," Lily said fondly. "My little boy is all - grown up!" She embraced him in a crushing hug that left Harry gasping for breath - until James loosened her grip with a chuckle.
-"Don' smother him, love," he said. "We wouldn't want him to join us just yet."
-"I mean, in a way we do," Sirius interjected, "But in another way, we don't."
-Harry smirked. "I get it," he said. "I know exactly what you mean. But let's face - it, Severus needs me!"
-James ruffled his son's hair. "He really does," he said. "Oh, and do me a favour - when you see him. Could you tell him that I really am sorry for the way I behaved - back in school? I really was an arrogant prat."
-Harry flushed a bit but nodded. "Of course," he said.
-"Sirius," Lily said in a warning tone of voice.
-Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, so I suppose that trying to get him - attacked by a werewolf went a bit too far."
-James cuffed the back of his head again.
-"Would you stop that?!" Sirius asked incredulously. "But seriously, kid, I am - sorry. I crossed a line there."
-"You were so far over the line that you couldn't even see the line anymore," Lily - growled.
-"I'll tell him," Harry said. "Just try to get along in my absence, okay?"
-"We will do our very best," James promised solemnly.
-Harry cast one last longing look at his family, then sighed in resignation. "I - love you all," he said.
-"We love you more," Lily said.
-Harry chuckled softly and whispered, "I love you the most." He closed his eyes and - felt the sensation of leaving the existential room and being warped back into his - body. When he knew he was securely back, he refused to open his eyes just yet. He - tried to soak up the entire experience before being forced to go on living again.
-His nose wiggled slightly when he smelled herbs and spices. He sighed again and - opened his eyes. Snape stood vigil nearby. A book lay opened in his hand but his gaze - was affixed on Harry.
-"You're crying," he noted.
-Harry rubbed his eyes. "Your observation skills are keen as ever," he replied - sardonically as he hoisted himself off the ground.
-"I apologize," Snape said. "I simply didn't know that your physical body might - experience the normal responses to what you're feeling when your mind is out of your - body."
-"Oh," Harry replied uneasily. "So it was an academic statement."
-Snape placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and gave him a knowing smile. "How was - it?"
-"It was nice," Harry replied. "Scary; comfortable; confronting…" Harry sniffled - and yet he smiled. "Wonderful."
-"Was it enough?"
-"No," Harry admitted. "How could it be?" He sighed and felt as if a burden fell - off his shoulders. "Close enough, though."
-"You did very well," Snape noted.
-"Oh, and I have a message for you," Harry said seriously.
-Snape quirked an eyebrow. "From whom?"
-"Dad and Sirius," Harry admitted.
-Snape growled. "Do I want to know?" he asked doubtfully.
-"They are sorry for what they did," Harry said. "Though dad seemed more apologetic - than Sirius."
-Snape regarded Harry carefully for a moment and sighed. "It would not do to linger - in the past." He said. "Your mother told me as much. Therefore, I forgive them."
-He looked at a spot somewhere behind Harry and smirked. "Do you hear me, Potter? - Black?" he asked loudly. "I forgive you. You can go frolic in the afterlife in - peace."
-Harry raised an eyebrow. "That was almost nice," he chuckled. "Thank you."
-Snape huffed. "Come now," he said. "Maya is waiting for us."
-It had been less of a hassle than Harry had thought to bring a muggle into the - sanctity of Hogwarts. He knew that any muggle approaching the castle would normally - see nothing but a ruin and be compelled to walk away, but when Alex approached the - gates after Snape apparated him into Hogsmeade, nothing of the sort happened.
-Harry was waiting for them and waved excitedly when he saw the man approach. - "Alex!" he shouted. "Welcome to Hogwarts!"
-Alex clearly had to hold himself back not to break into a sprint. When he reached - Harry, he grabbed the boy's shoulders and gasped eagerly. "Harry," he said - importantly. "You never told me your school was this epic!"
-Harry chuckled but Snape appeared less than amused. "Come," he said before he - began stalking towards Hogwarts.
-Alex walked next to Harry as they followed the Potions Master inside. Snape didn't - look back even once, confident that his order to follow was being obeyed.
-"Look at his robes," Alex whispered in awe. "They are so… floaty!"
-"I know," Harry whispered back. "I'm still not convinced that he doesn't use a - spell to make them so."
-As they walked towards Dumbledore's office, many students leapt aside as they saw - Snape approach, many of them pressing themselves against the walls as if that would - somehow protect them from Snape's wrath. But today, Snape ignored them all as he - marched towards his goal.
-"Geez," Alex muttered. "You guys weren't kidding, were you? Severus is not very - popular here."
-Harry shrugged. "The older the students become, the less afraid they are but he - still manages to give most first – and second-years quite a freight."
-"No kidding," Alex said. "Just look at those billowing robes, the twitch in his - lips, that one raised eyebrow and those flaring nostrils! Who wouldn't fear such a - –"
-"Would you kindly shut your mouth?" Snape snarled as he whirled on Alex. Harry was - biting his lip to keep himself from bursting into laughter and Snape's angry - expression did not make that any easier.
-"Yup," Alex said slyly. "Definitely flaring nostrils."
-"Alexander, I'm warning you," Snape said. "You are a guest here but I assure you - that I have the means and the patience to transform you into an obedient puppet - without anyone ever suspecting I had anything to do with it. Alternatively, I could - simply poison your food. Do. Not. Give. Me. A. Reason."
-Alex didn't seem too impressed with Snape's tirade but he did keep his mouth shut - for a while. Five minutes later he couldn't contain himself anymore, though. "Do you - think you could show me this chamber of secrets, Harry?" he asked innocently.
-"Lemon custard," Snape snapped at Archibald. The gargoyle leapt aside and Alex's - mouth dropped open when he saw the winding staircase move all on its own.
-"Wicked," he said in awe, then climbed on for good measure. "This is the best day - of my life!"
-Harry chuckled as he followed close behind while Snape waited until the staircase - stopped moving to climb it himself rather than ride it like some overexcited toddler - as he would say.
-When all three had arrived upstairs, Snape knocked three times on the door. Harry - thought his annoyance was clear by the way the sound reverberated of the walls. Alex - didn't notice or didn't care. He was still taking in all the moving portraits and - magical thingamabobs.
-"Come in," came Dumbledore's friendly voice.
-Snape opened the door and immediately walked to a corner where he leaned against - the wall, leaving the two chairs for Harry and Alex.
-"Albus!" Alex greeted amiably. "It's so good to see you. Love what you've done - with the beard."
-Dumbledore chuckled. "It's so very good of you to come here, Alex," he said - kindly. "Would you care for a lemon drop?"
-"You know me, Albus," Alex said cheekily as he grabbed a sweet out of the offered - bowl. "I would never turn down free food."
-Snape scoffed and Harry smiled.
-Suddenly, Alex gasped when he spotted Fawkes. "What is that?" he asked in - reverence. "That must be the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. Hello gorgeous, - what's your name?"
-Fawkes thrilled magnificently and gently nipped the fingers of Alex's outstretched - hand.
-"That's Fawkes," Harry supplied. "I think he likes you."
-"Hello Fawkes," Alex said gently. "I'm Alex. It's very nice to meet you."
-Fawkes spread his wings in a gentle fashion and stepped onto the hand Alex had - still offered.
-"Ooh, you're a tad heavy aren't you?" Alex chuckled. He carefully stroked Fawkes' - feathers as if he were scared the phoenix might break. Fawkes clicked his beak - contentedly.
-"Stop playing with the bird, Alexander," Snape snarled out of the blue. "You're - meeting with the most powerful wizard of our time. It would do you well to pay the - proper respect."
-"It's quite alright, Severus," Albus said calmly. "Fawkes is normally never that - fond of newcomers. Especially not muggles. I think that young Alex here might have an - exceptionally pure heart."
-"Yup, that's me," Alex said proudly. "The heart of a hero."
-When Snape glared at him again, he chuckled and allowed Fawkes back on his perch. - "But Severus is right, Albus," he conceded. "I'm sorry. I forget myself."
-"It's fully understandable for a muggle to get lost in our world," Albus said - kindly. "But one that might appreciate its wonders will always find his way back. - Please have a seat."
-Alex sat down next to Harry, beaming from ear to ear.
-"My dear Alex," Dumbledore said happily. "Welcome to Hogwarts. As I understand it, - you're here primarily to spectate Harry's next quidditch match and perhaps even try - and fly a broom yourself?"
-"That was my understanding," Alex replied easily. "And anything else you would - have me do here, really. I'm willing to try everything!"
-"Truly?" Snape asked. "Care to sit into one of my first-year potions classes?"
-"Severus," Dumbledore chided, but there was amusement in his voice. "Alex, you are - welcome to our facilities but I must urge you to remain close to either Harry or - Severus as you roam these halls. You never know what you might encounter after all." - He winked mischievously at Harry who chuckled in response. Snape just growled.
-"Severus, please lend Alex one of your robes so he might blend in more easily, - would you? Oh, and no roaming the forbidden forest, if you will."
-"Why would I go into a forest that is literally called 'the forbidden - forest'?" Alex asked incredulously.
-"Excellent question," Snape replied. "Harry?"
-"Why do teachers give first graders detention in the same forest?" Harry asked - smartly, "That kind of gives the impression that it's not all that dangerous after - all."
-"Oh, so it's fine?" Alex asked.
-"Er… no," Harry conceded. "It's very dangerous. Don't go there unless you want to - be eaten."
-"Indeed," Dumbledore added cheerfully. "Now Harry, shouldn't you be getting ready? - I hear that Slytherin has quite a good team this year."
-"We'll see about that," Harry chuckled. He got up from his seat and made to leave. - "See you in the stands, Alex," he added, then left in a hurry.
-"Ah youth," Dumbledore said happily as he popped a lemon drop into his mouth. Alex - took another as well while Snape just shook his head in dismay.
-"There are so many wonderful things happening today," came Luna's airy commentary. - "Gryffindors are facing off against Slytherins, as you probably already know, and one - of Professor Snape's best friends came here to watch. Isn't that nice of him?"
-Harry chuckled when a large amount of the bystanders visibly looked over at Snape - to get a look at the newcomer who was sitting next to him. Alex waved cheerily and - even blew kisses at a few of the female parents that had also come to watch.
-"He seems like a nice person, doesn't he?" Luna asked. "He does have that gentle - aura about him. Where do you think he knows Professor Snape from? I heard –"
-"For Merlin's sake, Ms Lovegood," McGonagall's voice suddenly shouted. "20-10 to - Slytherin!"
-"That's alright," Luna assured her. "The match has only just begun and I'm sure it - can still go both ways. Harry knows what he's doing even when he doesn't. I think it - has a lot to do with confidence, don't you? I really like that about him, among other - things."
-Harry chuckled and tried to tune out the wonderfully weird commentary that Luna - provided. He needed to focus on the snitch.
-"Is your girlfriend distracting you?" Draco taunted.
-"Perhaps you're the one who is distracted," Harry pointed out. "Since you're here, - talking to me instead of looking for the snitch."
-"I'll find it," Draco said confidently.
-"You will," Harry agreed. "In my closed fist!" He didn't wait for an answer but - started flying circles while he occasionally glanced at the stands. Alex was clearly - beside himself as he watched the players toss the quaffle and dodge bludgers.
-Narrowly, Harry dodged one himself, only to have it redirect itself at an - unfortunate Slytherin.
-"Okay snitch," Harry said. "Where are you?"
-"50 – 50," McGonagall shouted, interrupting Luna's monologue about thestrals and - their mating habits.
-And then he saw it. The snitch was flitting somewhere near the goalposts, - seemingly undisturbed by Ron as he did his best to block the quaffle. He didn't know - where Malfoy was but he didn't see him anywhere nearby so he sped off towards the - tiny golden ball.
-While it was always dangerous when the snitch was close to the ground or the - bleachers, Harry found it easier to try and catch the snitch when none of the other - players was nearby. Now, the snitch was relatively easy to reach but he would still - need to bypass an obstacle course that consisted of players in both red and - green.
-A speeding stripe of green alerted Harry to the fact that Draco had now also seen - the snitch and was going after it himself. It was on.
-Harry zigged passed the players in his path and tried his best to avoid those who - would purposefully collide with him. He managed to dodge a bludger as well as a bat - that was aimed at his head rather than at a violent ball. He was getting close and - knew that if he would just keep up this speed, he would get the ball before Malfoy - did.
-But naturally, he could not be so lucky as to have that come easily. Right ahead - of him, a bludger came his way, Harry's head right in its collision course. None of - the Gryffindor beaters was nearby and Harry knew that he should take a chance. He - wanted to dodge by veering upward but noticed that he wouldn't be able to move fast - enough to both dodge and catch the snitch, so instead, he positioned a foot on his - broom and pushed himself off at the very last moment, effectively jumping over the - bludger, Newton's first law keeping him headed in the snitches direction.
-His fist closed around the snitch and for a very small moment, he felt absolute - joy until he realized that he was now without a broom. But it was still very close - by. He flailed helplessly as he grasped at the broomstick, only narrowly managing to - grab it again. But now he was falling. Cursing himself in his head, Harry tried to - get his broom to slow down his fall as he clumsily managed to hook one leg over the - wood. He managed to do so, but only slightly. So when he finally connected to the - ground, the crash still knocked the wind out of him and an all too familiar pain shot - through his wrist.
-Harry grinned. His wrist was probably broken but if that was the cost for winning - this match, he would gladly pay it. Triumphantly, he raised the uninjured fist - containing the snitch into the air and relished in the cheers of the crowd, - congratulating him on his victory. The jeering of the Slytherins only made his - triumph that much more glorious.
-Harry chuckled as he sat upright. Alex must be freaking out right now.
-Finally Alex has come to view a quidditch match! I hope you like it. Don't - forget to review!
-On another note, I'm not sure how much I'll be updating this week. I've got - the necessary chapters written but with the holidays, I don't know how many people - will actually be reading so I suppose it will depend on the traffic I get. I think - I'll definitely update again tomorrow and see from there.
-I must say that I was amazed by your responses! There were so many, I just had - to update. It's a good thing that the chapter was all ready to go. Please enjoy this - distraction from the holiday rush!
-Chapter 36.
-Harry sat on the hospital bed with a satisfied smirk, watching the hustle and - bustle going on around him. Several Gryffindors were sitting on various contraptions - in his direct vicinity, talking excitedly about the amazing catch Harry had pulled - off. Madame Pomfrey hadn't asked them to leave yet because, for once, Harry's - injuries were surprisingly minor, but if they kept being so loud, Harry knew it was - only a matter of time.
-"I still think that constitutes as cheating," Draco complained. Some of the - Gryffindors jeered at him but Draco ignored them. "You weren't even touching your - broom when you caught the snitch!"
-"There is no rule that states that you have to," Hermione pointed out - cleverly.
-"Besides, Malfoy," Ron said with his mouth full of celebratory chocolate frog. - "It's not as if Slytherins play fair and square. Or did you not notice when your - beater tried to hit Harry with his bat?"
-Draco smirked. "That was an accident," he said slyly.
-"I think you should just accept my superiority," Harry said smugly. "I'm better - than you and you know it."
-"I'm just not as desperate as you are," Draco said smugly. "I don't see the use of - getting myself killed just to win a Quidditch match."
-"A point of view I wish Mr Potter shared," drawled a deep voice. The Gryffindors - all quieted down as they laid eyes on Snape.
-"Hi, Professor," Harry said cheekily. "Did you see my amazing catch?"
-Snape opened his mouth to say something scathing when Alex pushed past him and sat - on the edge of Harry's cot.
-"Harry!" he exclaimed. "That was brilliant! Even after reading all about it, I - could never guess just how exciting this sport is! And you! You were so good!" Alex - had to catch his breath with all the excitement going on.
-"Don't encourage him, Alexander," Snape admonished. "He's not supposed to get - himself injured while he plays."
-"Come on, Severus," Alex said gently. "The best sports carry with them a risk of - injury. Think of rugby; baseball; football…"
-"There are different kinds of risks," Snape growled. "And the risk of nearly - getting yourself killed is not one I want Harry to take."
-"I only broke my wrist," Harry pointed out.
-"A broken wrist," Alex whistled. "Such a spectacular stunt and the only injury you - sustained was a broken wrist. Well done!"
-"Alexander!" Snape snarled. "Don't encourage him."
-Harry groaned. It was bad enough to have Alex and Snape squabble about him but to - have nearly the entire Gryffindor team bear witness was straight up mortifying.
-"Could you have this discussion elsewhere?" Harry asked.
-"But you were going to fly with me," Alex pointed out. "When do you think your - wrist will be healed?"
-"I don't know if I want Harry flying in a while," Snape said coldly.
-"What?!" Harry exclaimed. "But I have to test the potion!"
-"There's no need for you to fly alongside Alex to see if your potion works," Snape - pointed out smoothly. "You will administer it and then watch from the side-lines. I'm - sure that either Mr Malfoy or Mr Weasley will be happy to teach him."
-Harry glanced around to see that his teammates were sufficiently confused about - what was going on and decided not to fight Snape on this. He probably wasn't really - going to be able to fly today anyway.
-"Fine," he grumbled.
-"Drink this, Mr Potter," Pomfrey said as she suddenly pressed a potion in Harry's - hand. Harry recognised it as a small dose of skele-gro. "There's no need for you to - stay here waiting for that wrist to heal. I would also rather not have your Fanclub - littering my medical wing so you'd best be off."
-"I don't have a Fanclub," Harry grumbled but Pomfrey raised an eyebrow as she - allowed her gaze to roam the multitude of people currently present.
-"Oh really?" she asked. "You could have fooled me."
-"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Harry," Alex said. "Come on, let's go."
-"Why would you look a horse in the mouth?" Ron asked. "Is it to make sure that - it's a regular muggle horse or something?"
-Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "I'll explain later, Ron," she said.
-"Let's go," Harry said as he grabbed his quidditch cloak that was draped across - one of the chairs. With a sideways glance at Snape, he crept past the dour man, - ignoring the sardonic eyebrow he raised and fled.
-"You're too hard on him, Severus," he heard Alex say as he left.
-"I'm not nearly strict enough," Snape huffed. "He still gives me cheek."
-Harry chuckled and hurried off.
-Harry found Alex and Snape again on the Quidditch pitch. He was carrying his - Firebolt in his good hand and had the Magic Muggle potion tucked into his pocket. - Draco, Ron and Hermione were also waiting but the rest of the Quidditch team was - thankfully no longer present.
-"Thanks for waiting," Harry said.
-"We couldn't very well get started without the potion," Snape drawled. "Otherwise - you can be assured that you would not be present."
-"Are you really still upset?" Harry asked incredulously. "Worse things have - happened."
-"Just get on with it," Snape growled with an irritated hand movement.
-"You take my Firebolt, Ron," Harry said as he handed the redhead his broom. "It - would be safer if Alex uses a school broom for now."
-Ron accepted with a big grin. "As you say, mate," he said. He handed Alex the - school broom and accepted the Firebolt happily.
-Alex mounted the broom with excited haste and Harry chuckled. "You need the potion - first, you know." He pointed out.
-"I know," Alex said. "Hand it over already."
-"You might at least pretend to have some manners," Snape said coldly.
-Harry fished the potion out of his pocket and was about to hand it to Alex but - stopped his hand midway.
-"What in the –"
-"What's wrong?" Draco asked. "If you suddenly realised that there's a muggle - present in Hogwarts then yes, that is decidedly weird."
-Hermione cuffed him to the back of the head. "Stop being such a prat," she - hissed.
-"Guys!" Harry interrupted. "Are you really not seeing this?"
-"I see it," Snape said calmly. "Alexander. Do you realize you're floating?"
-Alex blinked a couple of times and looked down at his own feet when he realized - that they weren't touching the ground anymore. "Wow," he said. "Does this mean I'm a - wizard now?"
-Snape scoffed. "Hardly," he replied. "But it would appear that you no longer need - the potion to fly a broom."
-"Fascinating," Harry said. "Draco, Ron, could you teach him the ropes while I make - some observations?"
-"Sure thing!" Ron called out. He already took to the sky and started flying - circles around Alex while Draco seemed to take the time to patiently explain some - things to the man, even if he was a muggle. Harry followed Snape to a bench and sat - down with him.
-"What do you think is going on?" Harry asked curiously.
-Snape regarded Harry. "It's your potion," he pointed out. "What is - your observation?"
-"It's odd," Harry replied without taking his eyes off of Alex. "I think that the - potion awoke his innate magic. That much is clear. And it did wear off back then, did - it not?"
-"It did," Snape confirmed. "So why is he able to fly a broom now?" He asked the - question as if he was asking it in his potions class. Harry had the distinct feeling - that the man already knew the answer but would rather that Harry found out on his - own.
-"Er…" Harry doubted.
-"When we went inside your mind and unearthed your innate magic, did it revert to - slumbering once you were done?"
-"No," Harry admitted. "It was far easier to use it from then on. It almost became - second nature."
-Snape said nothing. He just crossed his arms and watched as Alex actually started - flying in slow circles while both Draco and Ron flew protectively close to him.
-"So perhaps innate magic – once awakened – does not collapse back onto itself," - Harry said smartly.
-"I suspect as much," Snape replied. "It probably took a while to manifest itself - properly once the potion wore off because Alex is a muggle, which is why it didn't - appear to be permanent at first."
-"Hold on," Harry said importantly. "You don't think he can do magic now, do - you?"
-Snape chuckled. "No, Harry," he said. "I'm certain that you did not invent a - potion to turn muggles into wizards and witches. You simply awoke his innate magic to - form the most basic of bridges. He will be able to fly brooms now; be somewhat more - resistant to illnesses and perhaps even heal slightly faster but he will never be - able to actually perform magic."
-"That would be a bit much, I suppose," Harry said. Alex had just performed a loop - and nearly fell off his broom had Ron not been there to shove him upright again. - "He'll never be a Quidditch prodigy, will he?"
-"Unlikely," Snape snorted.
-"You're going to write to 'The Practical Potioneer' about this, aren't - you?" Harry asked.
-"Naturally," Snape replied easily. "I believe this is one of your most useful - potions yet."
-Harry laughed. "Well, this one didn't stem from the failure of another potion, I - suppose."
-"Speaking of the Umbral Locum, did you finish your paper to accompany it when we - visit the guild?" Snape asked.
-Harry sighed. "Almost," he admitted. "I just need to go over everything one last - time to make sure there are no more mistakes."
-"I can look it over for you as well, should you so desire," Snape proposed.
-"You don't consider that cheating?" Harry asked.
-"I'm still your Master," Snape pointed out. "It is only logical that I would - inspect your work. Especially before I need to introduce you to my colleagues. I - won't have you dishonour me."
-Harry paled considerably. "Dishonour you?" he asked.
-Snape sighed. "It will be fine," he said in a smoother voice. "I have every - confidence that you will do spectacularly. I have seen what you can do first hand and - I am already proud of you."
-Harry smiled and watched as Alex was now smoothly sailing through the skies, - whooping as he did. He shivered slightly when a cold wind rustled his hair. Snape - drew an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him closer to him.
-"You're almost there, Harry," Snape said. "If you can manage not to get yourself - killed while playing Quidditch, you will become a Master yet."
-Harry chuckled. "I'll try to never land on my head."
-Snape sighed in exasperation and ruffled Harry's hair.
-"Brat."
-Dinner that evening was rather amusing. Snape had proposed that they eat in his - private quarters but Alex had insisted on eating in the great hall. He was completely - enamoured by the enchanted ceiling and floating candles and simply loved swapping - stories with Dumbledore. So rather than eating privately in the dour Potions Master's - rooms, he chose the much more exciting option.
-He was seated between Snape and Dumbledore with Maya sitting on Snape's other - side. Every now and then, Maya and Alex would talk to each other, both leaning in - much too closely for Snape's comfort as was obvious to all who were watching.
-And many were.
-The fact that Alex was a muggle had not been shared with the general student body - so naturally, everyone assumed that the strange man was a wizard. Not only that, but - since he took Snape's scowls and glare without so much as a flinch or any other sign - of discomfort, people were starting to think that he was a very powerful one.
-"I bet that Snape keeps glaring at him because he's here for the defence - position," Harry heard some Hufflepuff say.
-"Yeah," his friend agreed. "And look. He clearly doesn't even care. He's not - afraid of Snape in the least! The only other wizard that doesn't seem to mind him is - Dumbledore."
-"That's what I was thinking. He must be very powerful."
-"Not to mention dreamy," Another girl mentioned. "Do you think he's married?"
-Harry snorted in his glass of pumpkin juice and glanced over at the high table - again, right at the moment that Maya planted a chaste kiss on Snape's cheek as she - stole one of the potatoes from his plate. Alex watched the scene with his mouth agape - and seemed to be stuttering some words. Maya laughed, the sound reaching Harry easily - and Snape just rolled his eyes and stole his missing potato back.
-"Looks like Alex found out," Harry told his friends, inclining his head towards - the adults.
-Ron snickered when he saw Alex shake Snape's hand excitedly before the Potions - Master roughly snatched his hand back. Maya threw a Brussels sprout at Alex's head - which caused him to sit back down. Dumbledore seemed very amused by all of this and - was eating as he watched the scene unfold as if he were at some dinner with a - show.
-"What do you reckon that's all about?" A third-year Gryffindor asked. "They look - like they're best friends or something."
-"Oh my," A girl next to him said excitedly. "Do you suppose their relationship - just stops at friends?"
-Another girl sighed. "It would fit beautifully, wouldn't It?" she whispered. "The - cold and collected professor with a man as vibrant and happy as Alex is. He could - probably change Snape for the better."
-Harry seriously had to do his best not to spit out his juice in laughter as he - listened to the girls. He covered his mouth with his hand to aid him.
-"You two are forgetting about Bell," another Gryffindor pointed out.
-"She can't get in the way of true love," the first girl said haughtily.
-That was too much. Harry sprayed his juice all over his plate and started laughing - uncontrollably. Hermione hid her face in her hands in mortification while Ron just - seemed flabbergasted having been too occupied with eating to notice anything going on - around him.
-Harry glanced over at Snape to see the man look at him in disgust as Harry wiped - the juice from his chin. Alex casually refilled his glass for him as the man glowered - and Harry laughed again.
-The girls were now squealing excitedly among themselves and Harry vaguely wondered - if they would form a Fanclub of sorts.
-Harry found himself on the edge of the forbidden forest once more, strolling - alongside its rim with Luna at his side. The forest might harbour some scary - creatures and sound foreboding but if Harry was honest, it wasn't all that terrifying - after all. Especially if you chose to walk there at the start of spring when the sun - was high in the sky, with a pretty girl skipping next to you.
-"When will you be visiting the guild?" Luna asked as she slid her hand across a - tree they passed.
-"Next weekend," Harry replied. "I just hope I'm ready."
-"You seem nervous," Luna noted. "Why is that?"
-Harry chuckled. "Because I have to show a bunch of Masters my work and hope that - they deem it good enough.
-"Good enough for what?" Luna asked.
-"To become a Master," Harry said.
-Luna chuckled. She stopped for a moment and looked at Harry with a happy twinkle - in her eyes. "What you become does not depend on others, I think," she said.
-"But it does," Harry replied uneasily, running a hand through his hair. "They can - make or break me."
-Luna gazed at the sky for a while and smiled when she saw some birds fly by. "If - you told a bird that it can't fly anymore, would it stop?" she asked.
-"No," Harry chuckled. "Of course not."
-"Nor can you tell a fish to stop swimming," Luna added giddily.
-Harry smiled and grabbed Luna's hand. "I wouldn't dare," he said indulgently.
-Luna put her free hand on Harry's shoulder as she faced him, smiling pleasantly. - "No one can make you step brewing, Harry," she said easily. "The only person you are - destined to be is the one you decide to become."
-Harry put his arm on the small of Luna's back as he started swaying lightly. Luna - giggled and followed his lead.
-"How did you become so wise?" Harry asked her. In a slow movement, he lifted the - hand that held hers, having her spin in a slow circle before she giggled and clasped - his shoulder again.
-"I listen a lot," she explained.
-"And what do you hear now?" Harry asked as they danced in a slow circle. Luna put - her head on Harry's shoulder as he pulled her closer. Her hair smelled like plums and - strawberries.
-"I hear music," she whispered.
-The couple started dancing a bit faster to a melody that Harry did not perceive. - His rhythm was powered by the giggles that escaped Luna's lips.
-"And what does it tell you?" Harry asked as he gazed at his partner while the - world swirled all around them.
-"It's hard to say," Luna said. "Life is a beautiful melody but the lyrics are all - messed up."
-Harry chuckled as he lifted Luna into the air and gazed at her wonderfully serene - expression. He then let her fall gently into his embrace and hugged her close.
-"You're still nervous," Luna said as he stroked her hair.
-"A little bit," Harry admitted.
-"Don't be," Luna told him. "Some things are meant to be. Even if they take a - couple of tries to get there."
-A few days later, Harry found himself in the library studying with Ron, Hermione - and Draco. Well, Ron was doodling something in his notebook rather than writing his - essay on the merits of elemental shields but the other three were working hard.
-Harry had just finished adding another paragraph to his essay on the Umbral Locum - when Hermione disrupted his thoughts.
-"So, what do you make of this career day that's coming up?" she asked.
-"Hm?" Harry asked absentmindedly.
-"The career day, Harry," Hermione snapped. She bumped into his elbow, causing his - face to almost collide with the table they were sitting at.
-"Hey!" Harry said in indignation. A vicious hush from Madame Pince made him drop - his voice to a whisper. "I was focusing."
-"What are you concerned about?" Draco asked her. "I'm sure you can do whatever you - want."
-"Yeah," Harry agreed. "And I'm already quite clear on what I want so I don't see - the point, really."
-"I could use some advice," Ron sighed, his doodle now finished.
-Draco looked at his notebook and frowned. "I advise against becoming an artist, - then," he said.
-"What?" Ron hissed, "And I suppose you've got it all worked out then, have - you?"
-"Of course," Draco said haughtily. "I want to create artefacts."
-"Sure," Ron said. "But what kind of magic will you focus on? What objects? Will - you create the objects yourself or buy them off of someone else? If you create them - yourself they're that much more powerful but you would need to learn an additional - craft. How are your smithing skills, anyway?"
-Draco stared at Ron with a rather dumb look on his face before replying. "You know - an awful lot about artefacts," he said.
-"Sure," Ron shrugged. "Between having Charley and the twins as brothers, I pick up - on a lot of stuff like that."
-"Guys," Hermione whispered. "Could you discuss this later? What am I going to do - about this career day?"
-"You're going to be handed a bunch of pamphlets, answer a bunch of questions and - get some advice from McGonagall," Harry droned. "It's not like you have to make a - decision then and there."
-"But I feel like I should come prepared," Hermione whined. "Most of you already - know what you want to do but I'm just lost."
-Ron snorted. "You're lost because you can do everything. Your options are so vast, - it's ridiculous, really."
-"You might end up being a stay-at-home-dad, Ron," Draco said, grinning broadly. - "With a wife as ambitious as this one."
-Ron broke into a coughing fit immediately and hurried out of the library as to not - disturb anyone. Well, that or to avoid any further mortification.
-Draco shrugged. "Just become the minister of magic or something," he told - Hermione. "That should keep you plenty busy."
-Harry knew that Draco had meant it as a joke but caught Hermione thinking that - over with a contemplative smile on her face. He shook his head in mild amusement and - went back to his essay, describing how substituting thestral hooves for thestral hair - had caused the spirit's touch to no longer be cold.
-Just a few more days and they would visit the guild. He hoped that he had earned - the necessary votes. If not, he wouldn't know what would be expected of him next.
-Many things happening. Many things done. I wonder what you feel about all of - this? Starting next chapter, things will pick up speed again. As I will be doing for - the remainder of the week, I'll have to check whether or not to update depending on - the traffic. Don't hate me for this! I just don't want to update when nobody reads. - So please do review!
-Christmas eve and yet so many of you read and reviewed. I could hardly believe - it! But I couldn't very well keep from updating when so many of you are still on top - of things. So here you all are! Another chapter for your amusement. Thanks for all - your support.
-Chapter 37
-With a loud bang that sounded like a car backfiring, Harry found himself standing - in front of what appeared to be a small Aztec pyramid. Only in appearance though for - the weather was clearly still very much British and Harry was pretty sure that - apparating only got someone so far. Snape removed his hand from Harry's shoulder and - gestured towards the pyramid.
-"Shall we proceed?" he asked.
-Harry – who was too nervous to voice his agreement – nodded, clutching his bag - with his research and his potion close to his chest.
-"And stop worrying, for crying out loud," Snape told him. "You've faced basilisks, - the Dark Lord and several Death Eaters in battle. Surely you can face some decrepit - old men."
-Harry snorted. "Dumbledore is old," he pointed out. "But I would rather not face - him in a battle."
-"You're not battling these men either," Snape said. He began walking and pushed - Harry along with a firm hand between his shoulder blades. "You're simply presenting - your Magnum Opus."
-"Simply," Harry scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"
-"Just keep walking," Snape urged. "We've been over this. Your paper is sound. Your - theorem is well worked-out and we both know that your potion works."
-"I know," Harry said. "And yet, I'm still nervous."
-"I'm right here," Snape told him. "Now stop fidgeting like that or I'll have you - writing lines when we get back."
-"What for?" Harry asked in dismay, his nervousness somewhat forgotten.
-"For not believing your Master when he tells you that you have done well," Snape - supplied.
-"Well, that's just –"
-"Hush," Snape said. "I'd rather not have my esteemed colleagues listen to our - bickering."
-Together, they walked up the steps in silence until they reached the entrance at - the very top. By the end of it, Harry felt rather winded while Snape appeared as if - he had taken a leisurely stroll. Grumpily, Harry suspected that Snape had taken a - potion for that.
-Harry was wearing the dress robes that Snape had given him for his previous - Christmas – the ones in crimson and silver - and felt rather dashing. Especially - after Luna had given him her seal of approval. Snape didn't look half bad himself. - Maya had taken him shopping for new dress robes for this occasion. It had taken a lot - of convincing and - as Harry understood it - bribing, but Snape wore dress robes that - were a combination of emerald and black with silver accentuations on the cuffs of his - sleeves. Naturally, the robes still billowed.
-"Deep breaths," Snape said quietly as he held his hand on the doorknob. "And - relax."
-Harry complied and smiled at Snape to signify that he was ready. He didn't know - why but he held his breath as Snape opened the door.
-Instantly, the sound of murmured voices coming to a halt reached Harry's ears. - Snape stepped through the door and Harry followed closely. They stepped into a large - chamber that was well-lit with torches. The walls were made up of large brick stones - and knew very little decorative elements save for a few items that looked like - weapons, one of which a winged staff with two snakes winding around it. Harry thought - it would be wildly impractical to carry that thing into battle. There was also a - sword with a silver blade and a shield shaped like a Gryphon tucking in its wings. - Harry suspected that it was made out of solid gold.
-At the centre of the room stood a large round table with fourteen chairs, thirteen - of which were currently occupied by – as Snape had said before – old men. Harry only - recognised one and wondered when exactly Professor Slughorn had arrived here.
-"Gentlemen," Snape greeted evenly, standing tall. Harry felt sort of in awe when - he saw just how confident Snape was, glancing at each and every face in the room with - a positively bored expression on his face, his hands clasped behind his back.
-"We do appreciate you being so very prompt, Severus," a short man said. His hair - was long and silvery and tied into a thick ponytail and he wore a short beard. - Something about his features seemed familiar to Harry but he couldn't quite put his - finger on it. He noticed that he was fidgeting and willed himself to stop.
-"Of course, Caratacus," Snape replied politely. "I understand that you are a very - busy man. Especially these days. We will take no more of your time than absolutely - necessary."
-The other men all eyed Harry and Snape curiously but none of them spoke. Harry got - the distinct impression that this Caratacus character was the boss of sorts. Even - Slughorn didn't do anything but smile and nod at Harry. Though the small - acknowledgement put Harry a bit more at ease, even if only slightly.
-"Kindly present us with your Magnum Opus, Mr Potter," Caratacus said urgently. - Harry hastily started walking over to the table when Snape stopped him with his - outstretched hand and motioned for the boy to give him his research. Harry obliged - willingly and watched how Snape duplicated the papers fourteen times, passing along a - copy to each of the Masters present. He presented the bottled potion in the middle of - the table and spoke.
-"Harry James Potter who is apprenticed to myself, Severus Snape, is presenting his - potion named Umbral Locum. I have supervised the creation of this potion as well as - most of its test runs. You will find a detailed description of both the theorem and - the practical findings in the papers in your hands. I kindly ask you to read through - them and hold all questions until after you're finished."
-Snape took a seat in the last empty chair and started reading his own copy. Harry - suppressed a frown. Snape had read through all his paperwork several times over. No - doubt he knew several of the pages by heart by now. The man didn't even glance at - Harry as he stood waiting as rigidly as he could. Harry suspected that this had - everything to do with decorum and tried not to mind as much as he once would have. - Instead, he occluded his mind and allowed himself to become at ease.
-When he visibly relaxed, Harry could've sworn that he saw a smile on Snape's face - but didn't know if that was because of the notes he was currently reading or because - he knew that Harry had occluded.
-It seemed to take forever for the men to read everything they had been given. - Harry tried to read the facial expressions of the Masters present but they weren't - exactly open books. Every now and then, one would glance at the potion in the middle - of the table. Other times, one's eyebrows would go up so far that they almost - disappeared into their hair. Harry saw some shake their heads where others smiled - very lightly. When Caratacus started rapping his fingers on the table, Harry looked - at the man only to find him staring right at him.
-Harry immediately righted himself, neatly clasped his hands behind his back and - tried to look worthy of the man's attention. He seemed to be waiting for something. - Eventually, the other Masters closed their bundle of paperwork and folded their - hands, waiting until everyone else was finished. When they were, Caratacus spoke - first.
-"This potion of yours needs to be personalized during its creation", he said.
-"Yes sir," Harry replied, pleased that his voice sounded loud and clear.
-"Then tell me, Mr Potter," the man continued, "just for whom was this particular - potion brewed? The one now sitting in front of is."
-"For me, sir," Harry answered again.
-"Surely you understand that we can't test a potion that won't work on us. Has - anyone but you ever tested this potion?"
-"Yes, sir," Harry replied eagerly. He felt a slight tremor in his hands behinds - his back and squeezed his fingers. "My Master – Severus Snape – has drunk the potion - before."
-This elicited a few quiet murmurs as the attention shifted to Snape who sat - straight in his chair.
-"Severus," Caratacus prompted. "Is this true?"
-"It is," Snape replied honestly. "And I can testify that it does indeed work as - promised."
-"As long as you are able to Occlude," Caratacus pointed out. "What would happen to - those who could?"
-"We haven't tested that," Harry replied again. "And I would advise against it. I - suspect the test subject might lose memories of the person they are meeting with. I - would suggest anyone willing to try it who is not able to occlude to have an - Occlumens join them for their protection."
-"There aren't that many around, I daresay," Caratacus said again.
-"No sir," Harry admitted.
-"Very well," Caratacus coughed and flipped a few pages. "I must admit that it is - rather disconcerting that this potion requires the use of blood." He gazed at Harry - from across his spectacles, regarding him for a moment. "Surely, you understand that - this is highly unorthodox and will likely be allowed only under various - restrictions."
-"I would hope so, sir," Harry replied. "While I created this potion to help - people, I also understand that it wouldn't be to everyone's benefit to meet with the - dead. If a mind healer would deem it helpful, I would hope that the patient would be - allowed its use."
-Harry was starting to feel rather proud of himself. He had prepared this meeting - through and through. And while before, he had been worried that he might not be able - to answer all questions, he found that so far he had no problems in doing so. He - could feel Snape's gaze resting on him but didn't dare look away from Caratacus in - fear that he would be deemed impolite for doing so.
-"I suppose that would be agreeable," Caratacus said before flipping through more - pages. After a while, he sighed deeply. "Mr Potter," he said. "The brewing of this - potion requires the use of Occlumency, innate magic and an alchemical circle. These - are all very rare skills and I must say that most of the brewers in our guild do not - possess these skills. One perhaps but not two and only very rarely all three."
-"I admit that the difficulty level of this potion is high," Harry said. "But the - skills required to brew it – while rare – can certainly be learned. I assure you that - anyone who is willing enough to brew the Umbral Locum will succeed in learning these - skills. They might even benefit them in their own creations."
-A new round of murmurs swept across the table and Harry wondered if he had said - too much. This time he did glance at Snape and saw that the man was smirking, an - amused glint in his eyes.
-"As you say," Caratacus said when his colleagues quieted down. "I suppose the test - is not to create a potion that is easy to replicate but rather to create something - beneficial to our magical kind. Thank you for your presentation, Mr Potter. We shall - take this into account as well as your other creations of late and put the question - of your Mastery to a vote. We shall send you an owl with our decision."
-"Of course, sir," Harry said respectfully.
-"Gentlemen," Snape greeted again as he rose from his seat and joined Harry on his - way out. He was – after all – not allowed to vote for his own apprentice.
-"How did I do?" Harry asked. He had begun fidgeting again.
-"You've done admirably," Snape said gruffly, an angry scowl in place.
-"And yet, you don't seem happy," Harry pointed out. "What's wrong?"
-"You heard them," Snape sighed as he sat down on the very last step. "They're not - going to allow you a Mastery this time."
-Harry frowned. "Why not?"
-"Saying that they'll review your other creations first," Snape huffed. "Honestly, - this potion should have been more than enough to convince all of them on the spot. - Also, they know very well what you've been brewing so far. I've kept them updated to - the best of my abilities. Honestly, Lovegood just can't stand young talent and would - rather convince his colleagues that you're too young rather than accept your - talent."
-"Lovegood?" Harry asked in confusion.
-"Yes," Snape said. "Caratacus Lovegood. He's the head of St Mungo's."
-Harry found himself gaping at his father. "What?" he asked. "And you didn't think - that important enough to tell me?"
-"Which part?" Snape asked cleverly. "That he's the head of St Mungo's or that he's - your girlfriend's uncle?"
-"Oh, I don't know," Harry replied sardonically. "Perhaps both?"
-Snape chuckled softly. "Neither of these facts would have done you any good in - your quest today. Your head was swimming with information already and I did not feel - the need to add to your inner turmoil."
-"Does he dislike me?" Harry asked.
-"Hm," Snape replied. "Dislike is a strong word. But he believes that at least part - of your success of late has much to do with your status and your defeat of the Dark - Lord. He would probably need some more convincing before he sees that your skills are - your own."
-"As if you would ever allow me to cheat," Harry snorted. "You'd sooner become the - next Dark Lord."
-Snape laughed loudly at that. "As you say," he replied with another chuckle. "Now, - I suggest we leave this wretched place behind. Worry not. There will be more - chances."
-"Sometimes it takes a couple of tries to get there," Harry said as he smiled at - his shoes. He didn't see Snape's befuddled expression but just smiled feeling better - with the consoling words Luna had given him before he even really needed them.
-When Harry joined his friends in the great hall for dinner, it became clear that - they had been waiting for him expectantly. Even Draco had joined the Gryffindor table - again and Luna had taken a seat next to him. Harry swallowed a groan and took a seat - next to Ron.
-"So," Draco said. "Are you a Master yet?"
-"Unfortunately not," Harry sighed. "Well, officially they will let me know their - vote via owl post but Snape thinks they're just stalling."
-Ron frowned. "Why would they do that?"
-Harry shrugged. "Snape thinks said that they are very archaic in their way of - thinking and difficult to convince. He also said that Mr Lovegood probably thinks I - only got as far as I did because of my reputation." He glanced at Luna who was - listening with a serene smile on her face.
-"Hold on," Hermione interjected. "Lovegood, you said?" She then turned to face - Luna. "I didn't know there was a Potions Master in your family."
-"Oh yes," Luna said airily. "My uncle is quite an amazing potioneer. He really - seems to listen to the elements, as I gather. Father is quite jealous of him - actually. He doesn't do a lot of brewing anymore though. He doesn't have the time - since he's running St Mungo's and everything."
-Hermione nearly choked on her food. "Hang on!" she gasped. "He's the head of St - Mungo's as well? That's amazing!"
-Luna smiled. "Yes, he has always been quite ambitious," she admitted. "But it - makes me feel sad for him. I don't think he ever finds the time to think about - himself anymore. It made him somewhat difficult to approach."
-"Hm," Harry responded. "He seemed stern but not unfair."
-"That's right," Luna said. "You'll just need to convince him somehow. I am - absolutely sure that you will get his vote once he sees what you can do."
-This cheered Harry up somewhat. "Thanks, Luna," he said, putting his hand on hers. - He glanced over at the high table where Snape was talking with Maya. She shook her - head slightly and said something in a rather fierce manner that made Snape laugh. She - glanced at Harry and when she noticed him looking at her, she looked at him sadly. - Harry just shrugged and smiled at her.
-"It's nice to see everyone so happy," Luna said. "I think Professor Snape might - finally have rediscovered himself."
-"Whatever that means," Ron snorted before helping himself to a roll.
-"Good to see that you're all turning into a big, happy family," Draco said far to - sarcastically. He skewered a piece of meat and inelegantly shoved it in his - mouth.
-Harry regarded the Slytherin carefully, remembering that things weren't well with - his mother. "Draco," he said. "Is everything alright?"
-Harry did his best not to say too much in front of his friends. He didn't think - Draco would want the news about his ill mother to spread.
-"As much as it was before," Draco sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry. That was uncalled - for. You deserve to be happy and Snape does too. It won't do to be envious."
-Harry bumped into Draco's shoulder with his own ever so slightly and grinned at - the boy when he glared at him.
-"Everything will be okay," he told the blonde. "Just you wait."
-"How much longer?" Draco sighed.
-"One day at a time," Harry told his friend. He ignored the odd glances their - friends were giving them, as did Draco. He didn't seem too convinced but offered - Harry a small smile nonetheless.
-"Those old goats need to be replaced anyway," Maya said as she passionately - pointed her fork at Snape. "Any person with half a brain could see that Harry knew - what he was talking about." She huffed as she cut her pasta into very small pieces. - "I have half a mind to go over there myself and tell them what's what."
-Snape chuckled. "You will do no such thing," he told her. "In fact, you wouldn't - even know where to go."
-"So tell me," Maya urged.
-"Eat your food," Snape told her as he cut into his own vegetables.
-"I am," Maya protested. She ate a forkful of pasta and glanced at Gryffindor - table. "Harry seems to be taking it well."
-"He has good friends," Snape told her. "And he knows that he can always try again - later. In any case, it would have been rather early for him to become a Master, - wouldn't you say?"
-Maya shrugged. "What does age matter if your talent speaks for you?"
-"He could probably do with some more life experience first," Snape said plainly. - "Perhaps then those old coots would take him more seriously."
-"And where would he be getting that experience?" Maya asked incredulously. "He - needs to finish his education first."
-"I'm thinking about it," Snape replied with a sideways glance at McGonagall. - "Don't worry so much. You're supposed to be impartial about your students."
-Maya snorted indignantly. "Since he's your son, I can't do that," she pointed out. - "As if you are impartial."
-Snape chuckled. "Much more so now than I was a few years ago," he admitted. "I - don't let my personal relationship with Harry get in the way of my classes, in any - case, nor of his apprenticeship."
-"Neither do I," Maya said. She dumped another handful of cheese on her plate and - meshed it in the dish. "But I can feel sorry for him while I sit here where no other - student can hear me."
-"I suppose," Snape agreed. "Just don't grade his essays unfairly simply because - he's a bit down about his result."
-Maya chuckled. "You and your essays," she said, swatting his shoulder - playfully.
-Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Surely, you would not have them submit - drawings about their favourite historic event?"
-Maya just winked at him and took another bite of her food, not acknowledging - Snape's question with an answer. Dumbledore seemed to be humming pleasantly in the - background.
-"I am working with lunatics," Snape mumbled amusedly and somewhere to his left, - McGonagall snorted.
-It was only the next morning when Slughorn had returned to Hogwarts and had taken - his seat at the high table. Harry looked at him anxiously – a part of him still - hoping that Snape had read too much into Lovegood's response – but was met with a - neutral mask of indifference. Snape was talking to him in what appeared to be a - hushed whisper but he too showed no emotions.
-Harry was drawn out of his thoughts when a soft, fleeting kiss was pressed against - his cheek. He looked up just in time to see Luna sitting down next to him.
-"Good morning, Luna," Hermione greeted her kindly. "I hope you slept well."
-Luna smiled at her sweetly. "I always do," she replied. "I like to dream, you see. - I never tire of dreams."
-"I suppose," Hermione said uneasily.
-"Was I in them?" Harry asked, smirking slightly.
-"You were," Luna admitted. "But in my dream, you were a golden snake swimming in a - sea of green."
-Harry grimaced. "How would you know that snake was me?"
-Luna giggled. "It was a dream," she replied. "I just knew, of course."
-At that moment, the owl post arrived and Harry retreated out of the conversation - to look up at the parliament of owls now soaring through the halls as they dropped - letters and packages.
-A particularly large, white owl swooped down gracefully and landed in front of - Harry; extending its foot. It looked up with large blue eyes and waited patiently. - Harry inhaled sharply and removed the letter.
-"You flew a long way, didn't you?" Luna asked the owl kindly. "Would you like some - bacon, Mr owl? Or would you prefer a sausage?"
-Relieved of its burden, the owl hopped over to Luna to accept her offering before - hooting in thanks and flying off again. Harry glanced at the high table where Snape - was watching him intently and opened the letter.
-For the eyes of apprentice Harry Potter
-Mr Potter,
-We have read both your theorem and the accompanying paper with much - interest and curiosity. The foundation for the Umbral Locum is sound and its effects - could one day be implemented by mind healers as you suggested.
-At this time, however, we feel that the creation of this potion has - been somewhat rash and it hasn't been tested properly. Two test subjects – one of - those being yourself – is not enough to stave a scientific breakthrough.
-And while you have invented a few other potions as well, we would - like to see what you're able to come up with in the future before we fully accept you - into our ranks.
-If you are serious about your desire to become a Potions Master, I - expect you to not allow this first refusal to shake the foundation of your goals. - Persevere, Mr Potter and perhaps one day you will stand among us as our - equal.
-Master Caratacus Lovegood.
-Harry sighed in resignation. He folded the piece of parchment and put it in his - pocket.
-"Bad news?" Hermione asked.
-"As Snape expected," Harry sighed. "They won't accept my contribution."
-"There's only one thing you can do, I suppose," Luna said as she grabbed his - hand.
-"Oh yeah?" Harry asked. "What is that?"
-"Try again, of course."
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-Chapter 38
-Career day.
-Harry sighed as he stood in front of the door that would lead to McGonagall's - office. Chairs lined the walls on either side of the door. Some were occupied with - students waiting their turn but most were empty. Harry didn't exactly want to sit - down. He was more of a pacer. And sure, it might bug some people out of their - stress-induced daze but Harry could care less.
-He glanced at the sign on the door again. Career day. The words did not change no - matter how many times Harry looked at it and he couldn't help but chuckle. How often - had he found himself here simply because he had been in trouble or in danger? It felt - so very unreal to be here for something so very mundane and still feel more stressed - about it then when he went after the Philosopher's stone in his first year.
-He knew that he was being ridiculous. He had chosen his path already and he was - following that until he became a Master. But on the other hand, he couldn't help but - wonder what he should do if Lovegood kept rejecting him. Would he turn to the path of - an Auror after all? In truth, he didn't want to. He had seen more than his fair share - of blood and pain and didn't desire any more of that. Professional Quidditch player - then? Snape might just kill him if he told him that. Harry chuckled to himself, - earning some glares from the surrounding students. He just rolled his eyes and kept - pacing when a new applicant walked into the corridor.
-Harry frowned. "Draco?" he asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"
-Draco looked at him as if he was entirely too stupid. "The same as you, - dunderhead," he said. "Career day."
-"This is McGonagall's office though," Harry pointed out. "Don't you need to go - find Snape?"
-Draco smirked. "Oh dear, didn't he tell you?" he asked.
-"Tell me what?" Harry asked in exasperation, not eager to play this game.
-"The heads of houses are teaming up," Draco explained. "Apparently this is a way
- to combat bias.
- They put Slytherin with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw."
"What a splendid idea," Harry snorted. "Do you think they'll get through this day - unscathed?"
-"I'm sure they will," Draco said dismissively. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"
-"They're scheduled in two hours," Harry explained. "And unfortunately McGonagall - made it very clear that no one was to loiter in the hallways until half an hour - before their scheduled appointment."
-Draco sat down into an empty chair and stretched his limbs, seemingly unbothered - by being surrounded by Gryffindors.
-"Where are the other Slytherins?" Harry asked.
-"They were all scheduled later," Draco said. "I think they tried creating blocks - of Slytherins and blocks of Gryffindors just to make sure that we don't hex each - other's brains out."
-"A nice distracting duel sure would be fun," Harry sighed. Draco merely chuckled - in response.
-The next thing they knew, the door opened and Dean Thomas came out looking - surprisingly flustered and laden with a multitude of brochures. He quickly scampered - out of the way, trying desperately not to drop anything and disappeared out of - sight.
-"Harry Potter," McGonagall called unnecessarily seeing how Harry stood practically - in front of her. She nodded at him and walked back inside. Harry followed closely - behind and with one last glance at Draco – who looked positively bored – he closed - the door.
-McGonagall appeared to have elongated her desk so it could comfortably fit both - her and Snape who sat rigidly in his chair. The bored expression on his face matched - Draco's and Harry couldn't help but snort, disguising it as a cough. Piles and piles - of pamphlets and booklets lay in heaps behind McGonagall's desk and Harry curiously - tried to sneak a peak but noticed that the lettering was too small to be legible from - this distance. McGonagall locked the door magically and cast a silencing spell to - boot – which Harry thought to be somewhat over the top – before taking her seat next - to Snape.
-"Welcome Mr Potter," McGonagall said, addressing him formally. "As you are aware, - Professor Snape and I are here to discuss your future with you."
-Harry nodded and felt a half-grin creep up his lip. "Yeah," he replied, "But I do - believe that's pretty much taken care of."
-"Is it?" McGonagall asked. "If you don't mind my asking what are your - plans for the future?"
-Harry blinked stupidly and glanced at Snape before replying. "I'm apprenticing to - become a Potions Master," he explained. "That's what I'm doing and what I will be - doing until I reach that goal."
-"That's all well and good, Mr Potter but what are you planning to do with that - degree once you've attained it?"
-Harry opened his mouth to respond and was slightly taken aback when his words - failed him. He hadn't really considered his options and truth be told, he really - didn't know what options there were.
-"You clearly haven't given this too much thought just yet," Snape pointed out. - "Which is precisely why we are here."
-Harry exhaled and leaned back in his seat, looking between his two teachers. "Very - well," he said. "What are my options?"
-"One of them should be quite obvious," Snape explained evenly. "You could always - find a teaching position at a school that is hiring. If not Hogwarts, there are - others."
-"You could also become a healing brewer," McGonagall added. "It's a stressful job - which means that hospitals like St Mungo's are always hiring. You would be working on - cures, antidotes and your everyday healing potions."
-"You might decide to take the scientific route," Snape then said. "If you enjoy - inventing potions, you could make your career out of it. Invent new recipes, patent - them and sell them to the highest bidder or just sell them yourself."
-"Potioneers are always needed in alchemy, artefact creation, law enforcement…" - McGonagall said.
-"Even at the ministry, a skilled brewer is very much sought after," Snape - supplied. "And there as well, there is a multitude of branches you could - explore."
-Harry's mind was reeling with all the new information he was getting. He never - really thought about it all that much. He thought the career of a Potions Master - would be rather straightforward but it turned out that it was far from it.
-"I know this is a lot to take in, Harry," Snape said. "Which is why we have a - proposition for you."
-"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
-"As you are probably aware, there has been a massive outbreak among muggles - causing St Mungo's to be flooded with patients. They are in dire need of assistance - and have been asking the potions guild for journeyman brewers to accept an internship - there."
-"An internship?" Harry repeated cautiously.
-"It would give you a look at another part of what being a Potions Master entails," - McGonagall told him matter-of-factly. "Not only that but in an environment like St - Mungo's, you are sure to get a lot of experience. More so than you would get at - Hogwarts."
-Harry contemplated this for a moment when Snape thrust a folder into his hands. - Harry flipped it open to see the detailing of an internship as potioneer as well as - some information about St Mungo's.
-"But when would I do this?" Harry asked. "I'm still studying."
-"It would have to wait until after your seventh year, of course," Snape said - easily. "I still wish you to take your N.E.W.T's to the best of your abilities. But - once this year is over, you would get started at St Mungo's."
-"At the start of the summer break?" Harry asked, not sure if he would like - that.
-Snape sighed. "Apprenticeship or not, people are suffering," he said. "If you say - yes to this offer, I will be wanting you to take it seriously. So yes. It will take - most of your specialisation year including the summer break."
-Harry mulled this over in his mind when he saw his two teachers staring at - him.
-"Do I have to decide now?" Harry asked.
-"Of course not," McGonagall said easily. "Feel free to take your time but don't - wait too long. St Mungo's requires confirmation by the end of May at the latest."
-"In the meantime," Snape interjected, "Take these." He thrust an enormous stack of - paperwork in Harry's arms and smirked as he watched the boy struggle. "They will help - you explore your options. I'm sure Ms Granger will happily help you sort it out."
-"Right," Harry said, somewhat flabbergasted. "Thanks. And I'll think it over."
-"Make sure that you do," McGonagall said. "And inform Professor Snape of your - decision."
-"As soon as I make it, I will," Harry said. McGonagall opened the door for him and - he hurried off, only glancing momentarily at Draco who had raised an eyebrow at his - suddenly flushed appearance.
-A few hours later, Harry found himself sagging into one of the chairs in the great - hall. It wasn't time for dinner yet, but at least here he could sit and talk to his - friends without being hushed. Hermione, Ron and Draco joined him very soon. Silently, - he wished that Luna could be there as well but she was in class.
-"That was highly informative," Hermione said excitedly.
-Harry groaned. "A bit too much so," he said.
-"There's no such thing as too informative," Hermione said exasperatedly.
-Draco snickered. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. "Would you care to listen to - a detailed explanation of the night I've had with Ms Greengrass the other day?"
-"Ew no!" Hermione replied quickly. "And you know that's not what I meant."
-"What did they tell you, Ron?" Harry asked, trying desperately to steer away from - the awkward conversation.
-Ron sighed. "Can you believe that McGonagall is still bugging me about becoming an - Auror?" he said. "I'm no good at potions at all and I'm not exactly trying to get a - N.E.W.T in it so why would she even bring that up?"
-"Surely you might be able to join one of your brothers in their careers," Hermione - offered.
-"What, and be a curse-breaker?" Ron asked incredulously. "Or tame dragons? You're - mental. That's not for me." Ron sighed and laid down his head on top of his arms. - "Maybe I'll become a professional quidditch player."
-"What about you, Draco?" Hermione asked. "Do you still want to go in the artefact - business?"
-"I don't see why not," Draco said. "Though I must admit that I hadn't looked at it - well enough yet. It turns out that there are a lot of different paths I can take to - achieve my goal." He sighed and ran a hand through his perfectly groomed hair. "I'll - need to take some time to think about this."
-"I hear what you're saying," Harry sighed. "I never really thought what I would do - with my life after I manage to become a Potions Master and it turns out that there's - a whole lot of things I could do."
-"Like what?" Hermione asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
-Harry slid his pamphlets across the table to the bushy-haired girl which she - excitedly accepted. "As you can see," Harry said, "there are many options. Snape even - told me to consider an internship at St Mungo's."
-"Harry, that's brilliant!" Hermione exclaimed. "You could gain so much experience - over there. Especially now. Surely you accepted?"
-"Not yet," Harry admitted. "I told Snape that I would be thinking it over. I'm not - sure if St Mungo's would be for me, you know."
-"But isn't Caratacus Lovegood the head of St Mungo's?" Draco pointed out.
-"He is," Harry replied. "What's your point?"
-Draco rolled his eyes and sneered at Harry. "Honestly!" he said. "You Gryffindors - don't have an iota of cunning in your body, do you? Think, Harry. This would be your - chance to show him what you're made of."
-"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, softly slapping the underside of his fist into his open - palm. "I see what you're getting at. If I get him on my side, he might be able to - convince the rest of the council to give me my mastery after all."
-Draco rolled his eyes. "Have you learned nothing from living with a Slytherin?" he - sighed. "This is probably why Snape proposed it in the first place."
-"Either way, it sounds like a brilliant idea, Harry," Hermione said. "It will get - you to brew in a professional setting to see what it's like. It would probably give - you a better idea of what you want to become once you're done."
-Harry smiled, feeling a bit more reassured. "You're right," he said. "Thanks. I - think I will accept."
-"There's a good boy," Draco mocked. "So anyway, Hermione. How did your - appointment go?"
-Harry truly tried his very best to listen to the different careers had been - suggested to Hermione but there were so many and they all sounded so boring to Harry - that he ended up zoning out. His mind was whirring with anticipation, thinking about - just what it would be like to be working at St Mungo's.
-Maya was watching over Snape's shoulder as he attempted to decipher yet another - page in the book the Weasley twins had secured for him. He had gotten halfway through - it by now, not in small part thanks to the book he had gotten from Maya for - Christmas, but it was still a long and arduous journey to get through it all.
-"I don't think that word is correct," Maya said, pointing at the word 'spear' - Snape had just written down, smudging it in the process.
-Snape sighed, gently swatting her hand away. "Then what do you think it - says?" he asked.
-"It clearly says 'staff," Maya told him. She sipped the tea she was holding and - flopped down onto the couch next to him, folding her legs underneath her and leaning - into Snape's shoulder. He absentmindedly put an arm around her shoulders while he - kept staring at the pages.
-"Hm," he said. "I think you're right. That would make a lot more sense." - He replaced the offending error and went back to reading the text.
-"Did you find anything interesting hidden in those pages yet?" Maya asked - curiously.
-"A few potion recipes," Snape told her. "Some of which I've never heard of before - and others that seem to be older versions of modern potion recipes."
-Maya snorted. "You're telling me that this book is full of potion recipes?" she - asked. "And those Weasley twins just happened to find it for you?"
-"Absolutely not," Snape told her, grinning widely. "I told them to get this book - for me in exchange for one of my more benign inventions. I knew that it - would be full of recipes."
-"You're such a Slytherin," Maya sighed. She put her head on Snape's shoulder and - allowed her eyes to droop. "Is there anything in there that isn't about potions?"
-"A few things," Snape said. "There are some personal accounts of historical - events. Mostly muggle events though, so I doubt you'd find it all that - informative."
-"Hm," came Maya's sleepy response.
-"And there's mention of a few artefacts. Though most of them seem to be either - lost or simply mythological."
-"Meaning?" Maya asked.
-"Meaning that no such artefact ever existed and they were made up to scare the - muggles or perhaps lure them into submission."
-Snape glanced at the brunette when she didn't respond anymore. Her breathing had - evened out and she appeared to be soundly asleep. Snape sighed and flicked his wand - to summon a blanket which he then clumsily draped across the sleeping form of the - history Professor. He still didn't remove the arm he had draped around her.
-"Merlin save me from foolish dunderheads that insist on keeping my company," he - whispered softly. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of Maya's face and tucked it - behind her ear. He kissed her gently on the forehead and flicked his wand once more - to dim the lights and the fire in the hearth. He then rested his chin on top of - Maya's head and closed his eyes, relishing the sense of peace that overcame him. The - book lay momentarily forgotten.
-The next couple of months were dominated by a blissful sense of calm. There was no - drama, no life-threatening circumstances and no potions that sought urgent - completion. In fact, the peacefulness of the time leading up to the N.E.W.T. finals - got tedious very fast and even though Harry could often find distraction in the - brewing of potions both old and new, he was desperately looking forward to the day - where he no longer needed to study transfiguration or charms.
-The Magic Muggle potion had been featured in 'The Practical Potioneer', courtesy - of Snape, of course, and as a result, Harry had soon become flooded with either - requests for permission to brew it or orders in which people offered an amount of - galleons that was far higher than the potion ingredients it required.
-Snape had told Harry that he could try to sell the patent to the recipe for a - large sum of money; accept any amount of orders for the potion he wanted or just - ignore both types of letters. For now, Harry thought it better to brew the potion - himself – since he was still fine-tuning his skills anyway – and perhaps sell the - recipe at a later time. After all, he could probably ask for even more money once he - had attained the title of Master.
-A large amount of Slytherins had been glaring at Harry menacingly once they caught - wind of the Magic Muggle potion – probably due to the fact that they didn't want - muggles to have anything to do with their world – but after a few weeks, they seemed - to forget all about it and went back to their routine of ignoring Harry to the best - of their abilities.
-Harry had been very pleased when he had walked into the N.E.W.T. exam for potions - only to find out that he would be brewing the draught of living death for his - examination. With a confident look on his face that was not shared by many other - attendees, he had brewed the potion easily – ignoring the examiner every time she - stepped near his cauldron – and completed it to what he knew was absolute - perfection.
-Transfiguration was a different matter entirely. Harry had never fully gotten the - hang of human transfiguration, despite having practised his skills for days. The - blond test subject whose hair he was supposed to transfigure into a long, black, - curly mane instead of his short bob still had streaks of yellow run through his hair - which honestly looked quite fashionable but would no doubt be a cause for point - deduction.
-Defence against the dark arts was – as was to be expected – a breeze as well. For - this test, Harry was supposed to duel with his examiner. The man had obviously - started out rather cautiously, firing spells of mid-level strength that Harry had - blocked very easily. Once Harry had actually managed to get a few shots in, the - examiner became rather serious and started duelling Harry in earnest. It was the most - fun Harry had ever had in an exam and he had to admit that the man had been very - good. After fifteen minutes, the man had called a halt to the exam, even though there - had been no obvious victor. But Harry had seen the obvious smile that had graced the - man's lips.
-Harry was semi-certain that he had managed to pass his exam for Herbology if only - because of the help Neville had given him while studying. He thought he had managed - to identify each plant correctly but had not been able to repot the Narcissistic Newt - Vine without allowing it a glimpse of its own crystallized roots. Unfortunately, it - started swooning as it became enamoured with itself and refused to be buried again - without some forceful convincing on Harry's part. It left the poor plant heartbroken - and no doubt earned Harry some bad marks.
-And last but not least, Harry had to struggle through his charms exam. It had been - rather difficult to charm what Harry could only describe as a rabbit raccoon into - submission but he thought he had done a pretty good job at it. He had calmed it down - considerably and had even dared to pet the raccoon. Unfortunately, the racoon had - bitten him in the end when his charm had worn off too quickly. Harry thought he would - have flunked for sure. His only hope was the extra points he would have gotten for - performing the spell non-verbally.
-Naturally, by the end of it all, Hermione was stressing about all of her subjects, - worrying about the slightest errors while Ron was just happy to have it all behind - him and took to leisurely lounging about the common room. He vowed to never set foot - in the library again. Even Harry took a break after he was done with his N.E.W.T's - and joined Ron in games of chess and flew around the quidditch pitch with both Draco - – who was absolutely positive that he passed every subject – and Ron. With Luna, he - spent many a peacefully casual moment in the confines of empty classrooms and - forgotten clearings in the Forbidden Forest.
-And then – at last – the day had finally come for the seventh-years to receive - their N.E.W.T. results. Unlike the OWL's, which were sent by owl post during the - summer break – these results were announced on the very last day of school so the - students would know just what steps they could take next.
-That's how Harry found himself in McGonagall's office once again, staring down - into a very large cup – not unlike the house cup – in which a crystal blue concoction - swirled, white wisps of cold smoke escaping its vortex.
-"Are you ready for this, Mr Potter?" McGonagall asked, a small smile tugging on - her lips.
-Harry smiled nervously. "I don't suppose you can give me a hint?" he asked, only - half-joking.
-"Even if I wanted to, I can't," McGonagall told him frankly. "I don't know the - results myself, either." She handed Harry a piece of parchment with nothing but his - name on it and gestured towards the cup. "Let's find out together, shall we? Just - toss in your name, if you will."
-Harry chuckled. "I couldn't have just opened a letter or something, could I?" he - said.
-McGonagall smiled at him. "The headmaster does like to add a bit of magic to every - experience," she said fondly. "At least I've been able to stop him from charming the - toilets to speak to their occupants."
-Harry laughed, more because of his nervousness than the joke but he appreciated - McGonagall's attempt to distract him. He took one more deep breath and tossed in the - piece of parchment. It dissolved quickly in the seemingly acidic liquid and the white - wisps rose and changed to a golden colour as they formed words and letters.
-Potions: O
- Transfiguration: E
- Defence Against The Dark Arts: O
- Herbology: E
- Charms: A
Harry grinned broadly as he took in his marks. He passed all five of his - N.E.W.T.'s, even if he had been cutting it kind of close with charms. He glanced over - at his head of house who was beaming at him brightly and felt oddly aware of the fact - that she would no longer be in charge of him very soon.
-"Well done, Mr Potter," she told him fondly. "Though I must admit that I never had - any doubt in your abilities."
-"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied proudly. "I couldn't have done it without - your guidance."
-And that's that. Are you happy with where this is headed, I wonder? Can you - imagine what will happen next? Please don't forget to send a review my way. It will - make me all the happier. As for tomorrow, I have another Christmas party that starts - at a somewhat awkward time so I might be updating either a lot earlier or a lot later - than usual. We'll see.
-Thank you lovely people for reviewing! This is turning out to be a very good - week. Can't believe I updated every day! And it's all thanks to you! Please enjoy - this next chapter as well!
-Chapter 39
-Harry sat in a simple wooden chair that was the third from the left in a row of - ten. Only two other chairs were occupied: the one on the very end by a woman in her - early twenties that already sat there when Harry had arrived and the one, two seats - over by an older gentleman that smiled when he caught Harry's gaze. He had small - spectacles leaning on the front of his nose and he was hiding his balding head - underneath a bowler hat, which he had politely tipped at the woman when he came - in.
-Harry sat rigidly, his hands folded in his lap as he awaited his turn. A few - hallways down, he could hear urgent voices and the banging of closets. It was not - every day that he found himself amidst the hustle and bustle of St Mungo's but today - he was here for his interview. The more the thought about it, the more eager he - became to be allowed a chance at working here for a while. That thought alone made - him rather nervous so he did his best to clear his mind and ignore his - surroundings.
-The door opened and a girl his age stalked out rather confidently, walking away - without looking back.
-"Sophia Williams," called a man, reading the name from a clipboard. "We are ready - to see you now."
-Ms Williams got up from her seat, straightened her skirt and walked over to the - man who stepped aside to allow her entry. He closed the door behind him, effectively - blocking all sounds from within from escaping. There was no doubt in Harry's mind - that a silencing spell was firmly in place.
-"Yer needn't look so worried, lad," the older gentlemen told Harry when he was - about to go back to staring at his hands. Instead, he aimed his emerald gaze at the - man and blinked in slight confusion.
-"Sir?" He asked respectfully.
-The man inclined his head towards the door and smiled. "They'll need an 'ole lot - of people ter fix the right mess they're in, don'tcha think?"
-"I suppose so, sir," Harry replied, shifting his hands in his lap. He really - didn't feel up to conversation right now but didn't think it polite to just ignore - the man. Instead, he refocused his attention and asked: "Are you here for the - internship as well?" The man looked just a tad too old for that.
-"Aye, lad," the man replied scornfully. "Ah done and messed up the job ah had in - me previous life. So I've found meself with no choice but ter learn a new craft or - two."
-"And you chose to become a potioneer?" Harry asked incredulously. He glanced at - the man's hands, half expecting them to be trembling but they were steady and - slender.
-"Why nae?" The man said. "It's rather interestin'. An' ah think I'm rather good at - it. What about ye?"
-"I'm not half bad," Harry told the man. "I haven't blown up a cauldron in - years."
-The man chuckled. "I 'aven't exactly got a clean record' meself," he said. "But as - ah said, they be needin' lots of people to 'elp. They shan't turn us away, I'm - certain of it."
-"I sure hope so, sir," Harry said.
-The man wanted to say more but thankfully, the door opened at that moment to allow - Ms Williams to walk out. Her facial expression was one of concern but that could mean - just about anything.
-"Harry Potter," the man with the clipboard now said. Harry ignored the gasp that - elicited from the older gentleman and rose from his seat.
-"You may enter," clipboard man said and Harry walked inside, very aware of the - door that closed behind him and the silencing spell that was cast at the hands of - Caratacus Lovegood.
-"Harry Potter," he greeted evenly, gesturing towards a chair for Harry to sit on. - Harry noticed that Lovegood's eyes did not travel to his scar and that his name had - been spoken just like any other name would be. This both pleased and worried Harry. - Obediently, he took a seat.
-"It is good to see you again, Master Lovegood," Harry said as cordially as he - possibly could.
-"Likewise, Mr Potter," Lovegood replied dismissively. "Now, if you could kindly - fill in this questionnaire for me so we can see what it is you know."
-A piece of parchment was shoved in front of Harry on which fifteen questions were - asked. Harry frowned at them. They were so basic that any fifth-year could have - answered them. He almost felt insulted.
-'What is the main ingredient used in most antidotes?'
- 'A bezoar', obviously.
'What must you always remember when cutting up murtlap tentacles?'
- Harry chuckled to himself in reminiscence before writing down: 'Remove the
- suction cups.'
'How can you check if a blood clotting potion has expired?'
- 'Its colour becomes brown instead of red.'
And so it continued. Halfway through the written test, Harry glanced up at - Lovegood in disbelief. Was the man playing with him? Why were these questions so very - basic? But Lovegood was scribbling away hastily while Harry took his test, clearly - still working even while taking these interviews.
-Harry suppressed a sigh and finished filling in all the questions, absolutely - certain that he got every last one of them correct. He handed the test back to - Lovegood who scanned it over before nodding.
-"Very well, Mr Potter," he said. "You are hired. Please return at seven o'clock in - the morning next week Monday. You will be working with healer Johnson. Ask for him - when you floo in."
-Lovegood then looked towards his assistant. "Call in the next one," he said and - returned his attention to his work. Harry felt somewhat flabbergasted as he was - ushered out of the room. Perhaps the older gentleman outside had been right and they - were really desperate to get all the help they could get. Harry scoffed to himself. - Hermione would have been able to get this internship as well had she so desired. Even - Ron might have. On the other hand, no. No, he wouldn't have.
-"John Scofield," the man with the clipboard called as Harry took some automatic - steps forward. He glanced at Mr Scofield who winked slyly before entering the office - full of confidence. Harry shook his head in disbelief and made for the front entrance - where he would be flooing home.
-He didn't even falter when he stepped out of the floo and into the house in - Spinner's End, though the soot still clung to his robes as if he had cleaned the - chimney in them. Snape was waiting for him, pretending to read a book. Harry - knew he was pretending since he was still on the exact same page he had been - on when Harry left.
-"Interesting book, Severus?" Harry asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow in a feeble - attempt to copy the dark Potions Master.
-Snape smirked at him and put the book down. "How did it go?" he asked instead of - replying to Harry's question.
-Harry sighed and sank into the couch.
-"That bad?" Snape asked, frowning in disbelief.
-"Actually, no," Harry told him. "They practically threw the internship at me. It's - like they're desperate or something."
-"Why do you think so?" Snape asked.
-Harry drew up his legs and folded them underneath him as he leaned on the armrest. - "All I needed to do was fill out a lousy fifteen-question-questionnaire with - questions that anyone who had gotten an OWL in potions would have been able to - answer," he said bitterly. "They gave me the position on the spot but I think they - gave it to practically anyone that showed up."
-"You must understand that they're desperate," Snape pointed out. "They are - tremendously shorthanded as it is, and people keep quitting on the spot."
-"Still," Harry sighed. "They're going to have me do nothing but basic stuff."
-"Then that is what you will do," Snape told him plainly. "You will create the most - basic of potions and you will make them to be perfect. Perform to the best of your - abilities and you will be trusted with more important tasks."
-"Do you really think so?" Harry asked, completely unconvinced.
-"Trust me," Snape said easily. "You will get your chance. As I said, they're - constantly shorthanded and I'm certain that the time will come where they will be in - need of your expertise. That's when you'll so kindly make yourself of use."
-"And if they don't?" Harry asked.
-"Even if they don't," Snape said, "you will still get the experience you need and - the opportunity to learn new things. There is no rush."
-Harry sighed, stealing one of Snape's biscuits. "No rush," he agreed.
-That next Monday came very fast. Not wanting to be late, Harry had gotten up at - five-thirty, took a quick shower and ate some breakfast – despite feeling nervous – - leaving him enough time to wish Snape a good morning when the man got up at six - forty-five and use the floo to get to St Mungo's.
-He bypassed an already full waiting room to go the reception desk where a stocky - bespectacled woman looked up at him with a questioning gaze.
-"How can I help you?" she asked. Harry could hear the weariness in her voice and - wondered just how long she had been working her shift already.
-"I'm Harry Potter," Harry informed her, ignoring the slight widening of her eyes. - "I'm here for my internship. I'm supposed to ask for healer Johnson."
-The receptionist sighed deeply and grabbed a clipboard. "Right," she said after a - few seconds. "Healer Johnson should be waiting for you in laboratory seven. Just take - the hall on the right and keep going until you reach the elevators. Take them down to - level B-1 and keep walking until you reach number seven."
-That sounded easy enough. "Thanks," Harry said. The receptionist was already - looking over his shoulder to greet the next person in line and Harry took that as his - cue to leave. He followed the instructions he had been given and ended up in his - designated location with relative ease. The first thing he noticed when he reached - level B-1 was how quiet the corridors were. He wondered if this was because of - silencing spells or because of the lack of brewers. Deciding not to dwell on it, he - walked into lab seven where a tall man was brewing what smelled like an antidote for - lesser poisons. He looked up when Harry walked in and motioned for the boy to take a - seat.
-"I'll be right with you, Mr Potter," he said, stirring the potion. "I just need to - focus on finishing this potion."
-Seeing how he was a little bit early, Harry didn't mind. While healer Johnson was - brewing, Harry looked around the room and found it ridiculously empty. It was a very - large room that was a hundred feet long and thirty feet wide. Throughout the middle - of the room stood a very long table that stretched from the front to the back of the - room, a couple of stools on wheels resting underneath it.
-The walls were lined with potion ingredients from top to bottom with large stairs - attached to the shelves in order for the brewers to be able to get to them. Harry saw - practically every ingredient he could imagine and that included even the rarest of - sorts. Underneath the tables, there were also several shelves but these were lined - with books to their fullest capacity which seemed to be more than it physically could - be.
-Many grates with empty cauldrons waited to be used, stirrers of every shape and - size resting on the table. Parchment and quills could be found for when notes needed - to be taken and there was even some chalk available that Harry could use for a - containment field should he so desire.
-"There," healer Johnson said as he hauled his cauldron off the fire. "That should - do it. At least I hope so."
-"It looks alright to me," Harry said.
-"You would know, I suspect," Johnson pointed out. "While I do know some things - about the brewing of potions, I am definitely no potioneer. But everyone needs to - pitch in while people leave left and right."
-"Why are people quitting?" Harry dared ask.
-Johnson sighed. "The stress gets to them," he replied. "Many potions need to be - brewed nowadays; Not only that but chief Lovegood wants a cure to be found for the - sick muggles and when the potioneers are unable to do that, he can get somewhat - cross."
-"Am I the only one who will be working here, sir?" Harry asked as he glanced - around the empty room once more.
-"Normally I have one other person coming in," Johnson said, checking his watch. - "But he seems to be running late. Not a good start to an internship, I daresay." He - put his hands on his hips, looking into his cauldron for a moment before snapping his - attention back to Harry.
-"In any case, I'll be needing for you to brew three hundred pain-relieving potions - today," he said. "Stocks are running low and our patients are suffering."
-"Three hundred?" Harry gasped. "I don't think I can do that before five - o'clock."
-Johnson laughed out loud at that. "Mr Potter," he said. "None of us have the - luxury of leaving on time. I suspect you will notice that soon enough. Ah, Mr - Scofield, there you are."
-Harry barely had the time to register the assumption that he would be staying - until very late when the kindly older gentleman he had met earlier walked in with a - big smile on his face.
-"Sorry I'm late," John said. "The floo traffic was nae pleasant."
-"Don't worry Mr Scofield," Johnson said, waving off his apology. "I need you to - start brewing blood replenishing potions. About a hundred should do for now."
-"Aye, Healer Johnson, ah will," John said, completely undeterred by the expected - amount. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over to the left side of the table. Harry - remained on the right side and did the same.
-"I will leave you to it then," Johnson said. "If you need me, I'll be upfront with - the patients."
-"Aye, sir," John said at the same time that Harry said: "Yes, sir."
-The healer left, leaving the two interns up to their own devices.
-"I told yer tha' they would 'appily take anyone," John said as he gathered his - ingredients. "They even took a chance on me."
-"But there were others too," Harry pointed out. He got water started in eight - cauldrons and started gathering his ingredients as well. "And they're not in - here."
-"This is lab seven," John replied easily, "I reckon tha' there are other brewers - in the other labs as well."
-"You're probably right," Harry said. He started preparing his ingredients, making - sure to reactivate the ones he could with innate magic the same way Snape had taught - him. He caught John glancing at him curiously a couple of times but didn't allow the - man to distract him.
-"At the risk of soundin' a wee bit dumb," John said after a while, "Magic is - s'posed ta be detrimental ta potions innit?"
-Harry smiled. "It is," he agreed. "But only if you don't know how to use innate - magic. My Master showed me how."
-"That's mighty interestin', tha' is," John said in obvious excitement. "An' who is - yer Master, laddie?"
-"Severus Snape," Harry said proudly. "He taught me everything I know."
-"I've 'eard of 'im," John said, clumsily grinding some bat fangs. "He's in the - practical Potioneer a lot int it he?"
-"All the time," Harry agreed. "And he deserves to be. He's really good at what he - does."
-"I reckon' he is," John agreed, continuing to prepare his ingredients in silence. - Harry – who was grateful that the man stopped asking questions, continued preparing - his very large pile of ingredients with the expert motions of a seasoned brewer. He - noticed that John was moving a lot slower as he was still trying to cut his - ingredients as precisely as he could. He didn't show the automatic movements that - Harry had already mastered and Harry wondered if the man would even be able to brew - half of what he was ordered today.
-It didn't take long for Harry to reach that point where he withdrew into his own - thoughts and just created his potions without even thinking too much about it. It was - when he felt most at peace and not even the impossible amount of potions they were - expecting from him brought him any stress. It just made him all the more determined - to show them all just what he was made of.
-Methodically, he worked his eight cauldrons at once, bottling the finished potions - expertly as soon as they were ready and placing them on the waiting tray. Every hour - or so, a nurse would come to take the potions with her, whirling them off to wherever - these potions got stored. John was also able to complete several potions each hour - and although he didn't move as fast as Harry, his potions seemed to be - well-brewed.
-It was nearing midday and Harry had sent off his last cauldrons for cleaning, - filling eight new ones with water when he heard a familiar voice.
-"Hi, Harry."
-He turned around to find Luna standing in the doorway, a satchel in her hand.
-"Luna,' Harry greeted happily. He left his cauldrons for what they were and rushed - over to give Luna a quick kiss. "What are you doing here?"
-"It's nearly lunchtime," she said matter-of-factly. "You must be getting hungry." - She smiled and extended the hand that held the satchel. Harry chuckled and looked at - her.
-"How did you even know that I neglected to bring lunch?" he asked.
-"Did I know that?" Luna asked and Harry wondered if she was talking to him or to - herself. "I suppose I might have. You need to take care of yourself before you can - take care of others, don't you think?"
-"Yer absolutely right, lassie," John said as he wiped his hands on a piece of - cloth. "The lad is so caught up in 'is work tha' I dinnae think he would bother to - eat."
-Luna smiled kindly at him. "He gets like that sometimes," she said. "But that's - alright. I'll look out for him."
-"He's lucky ter 'ave ye," John said easily. "Name's John, by the way. John - Scofield."
-"Pleased to meet you, Mr Scofield," Luna said, shaking his hand. "I'm Luna - Lovegood."
-"Like ther chief?" John asked. "Is he yer da'? Never mind. Tha's rude of me ter - ask."
-"Not at all," Luna said kindly. "The chief is my uncle. He's a very nice man."
-"I reckon'," John replied. Harry glanced at him, willing the man to leave him to - eat with Luna in peace and apparently he was smart enough to get the message.
-"I'll be off ter continue brewin' now," John said all of a sudden. "I fear I'm - somewhat be'ind."
-"I'll see you in a bit," Harry said before joining Luna outside.
-"He seems nice," Luna commented.
-"Overly so," Harry said in exasperation. "I just want to focus on brewing but he - seems to want to talk a lot."
-"I'm sure he means well," Luna said as she hooked her arms around Harry's elbow. - "He's no doubt eager to get to know you and learn from you. I got the sense that he's - really interested in brewing."
-"Well, he should be," Harry pointed out. "He's an intern here just like me."
-"Then you should do your best to get along," Luna said. "You'll probably be - spending a lot of time with him."
-Harry groaned but nodded. "You're right," he said. "As you always are."
-"How has your day been going?" Luna asked.
-"Alright," Harry said. "I've only been brewing pain relief potions and it doesn't - look like I'll be done with them for a while but it's actually been fun. There's - something relaxing about methodically doing something you're good at. And I've brewed - this potion so many times already, I know exactly how to brew it."
-Luna and Harry went to sit down at a table in the courtyard of the hospital. It - was a nice day out and Harry enjoyed the rays of sunshine that reached his skin. Luna - started unpacking the duffle bag and revealed sandwiches with cheese as well as two - pieces of treacle tart that Harry eyed hungrily.
-"This is amazing, Luna," Harry said as he grabbed one of the sandwiches.
-"You should thank your dad for this," Luna said evenly as she nibbled her own - sandwich.
-"What do you mean?" Harry asked suspiciously.
-"He prepared this lunch for us," Luna said happily. "And then he flooed me and - asked me to bring this to you. I think he thought you might have appreciated it."
-Harry blushed slightly as he got started on his second sandwich. He couldn't - believe how hungry he had gotten without even noticing it.
-"It's nice how he's looking out for you," Luna then said. "Oh, this one is with - jam. Want some?"
-When Harry opened his mouth to reply, Luna took her chance and inserted the - sandwich into Harry's mouth who took a bite before Luna retreated. He did his best - not to choke on the unexpected bite of food and chewed it.
-"It's good, isn't it?" Luna asked. She was leaning her head on her hand as she - watched Harry rather coyly.
-Harry laughed after he finally swallowed his food and claimed one of the pieces of - treacle tart. "It was lovely, Luna," he said. "So how have you been getting on?"
-"Oh, I've been enjoying my summer so far," Luna said dreamily. "I've already - finished my potions essay for Professor Slughorn. He asked an essay about liquid luck - but I think he would rather enjoy my addition about the Chinese Crane and how its - presence seems to elicit the same effect."
-"Does it?" Harry asked suspiciously.
-"I'm rather sure of it," Luna replied, now claiming the second piece of treacle - tart. "My father went to China once. He met a crane in Xi'an that followed him around - for the better part of the day. He's never been luckier."
-"Your father has been to China?" Harry asked.
-"Oh yes," Luna said. "He travels quite often. He's been to nearly every part of - the world in his search of rare fauna and flora."
-"Have you ever gone with him?" Harry asked, his piece of treacle tart now - gone.
-"Only very rarely," Luna replied. "I was at school during most of his travels and - even during the summer vacation, he prefers to leave me at home. He tells me it's not - safe, you see?"
-Slyly, Luna slid the second half of her treacle tart over to Harry, smiling - sweetly all the while.
-Harry frowned as he stared at the piece of tart that seemed to mysteriously appear - in front of him, not really registering where it came from. "He leaves you alone?" he - asked.
-"Sometimes," Luna said." But it's quite alright. He always brings me back - something fascinating. And he has so many stories to tell."
-Harry absentmindedly began eating the treacle tart as he thought about that. "I - don't mean to be rude but doesn't that seem a bit…harsh?"
-"Oh no," Luna objected. "He doesn't mean to be harsh at all. It's just that since - my mother died, he sometimes seems to forget that I'm still there."
-Harry grabbed Luna's hand concernedly and squeezed it.
-"Don't feel sad, Harry," Luna told him before he could start comforting her. "I - love my father very much and I know for sure that he feels the same. It's just that - sometimes I need to take care of him as much as he needs to take care of me. It's - like with you and Professor Snape."
-"What?" Harry asked. "I don't think that's right. I haven't really done anything - for Severus."
-"You and I both know that that's not true," Luna told him. "And it's fine that - way. It's nice to be depended on sometimes, don't you think?"
-Harry thought about that, finally realizing that Luna had sneakily given him the - largest part of her own piece of treacle tart. He smiled at the thoughtful girl and - raised her hand to his lips to kiss it.
-"You're amazing, Luna," he told her. "Thank you so much for keeping me - company."
-"Anytime, Harry," Luna said sweetly. "Now go on. Go back to saving the world - again."
-Harry chuckled. He got up, kissed the top of Luna's head and headed back to his - lab. If she would manage to come over like this every now and then, he knew that he - would make it through these days easily. With a spring in his step and a smile on his - face, he went back to brewing the pain-relieving potions with renewed vigour.
-It was past eleven o'clock when Harry finally stumbled out of the fireplace to get - back home. The lights were out and the rooms were quiet. Snape had already gone to - bed, no doubt. Harry yawned as he ran a hand through his hair, barely succeeding in - keeping his eyes open. But he had done it. He had brewed all three hundred - pain-relieving potions in one day.
-He had gotten very surprised looks from healer Johnson when he announced his - results and suspected that they might not even have expected Harry to finish his - assignment in one day. John surely hadn't managed. He had only finished forty blood - replenishing potions.
-Harry dragged himself up the stairs and into his room, collapsing onto his bed - without even taking his clothes and shoes off first. It didn't even take ten seconds - for him to fall into a deep sleep that he would not stir from easily. That's why he - didn't notice when Snape came into his room just twenty minutes later to remove his - shoes, transfigure his clothes into pyjama's and lift his blankets to rest on top of - him.
-Per the norm, this will be the last update of the week. I will be back on - Monday, though! Please tell me what you think through your fabulous reviews! I'm - anxious to know how you feel about all of this.
-Oh, and a happy birthday to Vueren!
-I had a hint of writer's block writing this chapter. But here it is! Thank you - all for your reviews.
-Chapter 4
-"So Fred and George just went off to Egypt and haven't been back in weeks," Ron - explained. "They hired some guy fresh out of school to man the store while they're - gone but I don't think he was expecting them to be gone for quite so long."
-Harry chuckled when he thought about just what the twins were getting up to.
-Ron, Hermione and himself were sitting in the Hogwarts express that would once - again take them to their beloved school for the last time. Well, at least for Ron and - Hermione. Harry could have taken the floo but wanted to experience this ride one last - time. Next year though, he probably would just travel with Snape instead.
-Lucky for him, Ron was now limerick-free.
-"They didn't even tell me what they were going to do," Ron continued, "They said - that they were going to visit Bill but I don't think that would take so long. And why - wouldn't they know when they would be able to get back from a regular visit? No, - something fishy is going on."
-"They probably just needed a vacation," Hermione offered, "They've been working so - very hard, after all."
-Ron huffed, "I doubt it. Their workplace is their playground. Every day is a - holiday for those two. No, I think they're trying to invent another joke or prank of - sorts which they're going to test on me as soon as they're back."
-"So don't eat anything they give you," Harry suggested.
-"He could never turn down food," Hermione said indignantly, "Not even if he - suspected it was laced with something suspicious."
-"It is bad practice to waste food," Ron said matter-of-factly. "And I'm at least - eighty per cent sure that the twins won't try to kill me."
-"But they might have you speaking in limericks for another month," Harry said.
-Ron made a rude sound. "Like they would ever get the recipe from Snape," he said, - "Nah, It'll probably be something less subtle like… I don't know… Having someone - speak in a high pitched voice or something."
-"I don't know, Ron, they might end up surprising you," Harry teased.
-"What?" Ron exclaimed, "Harry, you know something, don't you?"
-"Don't be silly," Harry replied easily, "How would I know more than you? It's not - like they randomly stop by or anything."
-Harry winked at Hermione who giggled into her hand.
-"Have any of you seen Draco, by the way?" Harry asked, "I'm a bit surprised that - he didn't join us."
-"I think that coming back to school might be a bit hard for him," Hermione replied - softly, "We've been owling over the holidays and he doesn't like leaving his mother - alone for so long. Not after… you know."
-"Yeah," Ron agreed, "It must be tough coming back here. This is where his dad got - killed and everything."
-"I guess he's grateful that there's only one year left of school," Harry said, "I - wonder what he's planning on doing after."
-"Artefact creation," Hermione said easily, "That's what he's told me anyway. He's - gotten really interested in it."
-"It beats Death Eater," Ron shrugged.
-"Ron!" Hermione chided, "What an awful thing to say."
-"I was just kidding, Hermione," Ron said, frowning somewhat. "You really don't - need to protect the Malfoy heir against all the evils in the world."
-"I'm not!" Hermione argued, "I just think he needs a friend, right now."
-"Fine," Ron said sort if grumpily, "But don't forget that I need you too."
-Hermione rolled up the magazine she was reading and lightly tapped Ron on the head - with it. "Don't be jealous, Ronald," she chided, "You know you're much more important - to me."
-Ron grinned. "You'd best remember that! Oh Harry, did you want a chocolate - frog?"
-Harry accepted and unwrapped his chocolate treat as Hermione went back to reading - 'The Practical Potioneer'. Harry frowned when he recognised the cover.
-"Since when do you read Potions magazines?" he asked.
-Hermione huffed somewhat in annoyance. "Well, I'll have you know I've looked into - staying at Hogwarts for a specialisation year as well. And to do that, I've been - reading up on the different Masters and what is required to become one."
-"Severus is always reading that magazine as well," Harry pointed out.
-"Well, of course, he is," Hermione said exasperatedly, "It's the foremost magazine - on everything regarding potions after all. If you want to stay on top of things, you - need to be reading it every time another edition comes out. Didn't you know - that?"
-Harry flushed a little. "No, I didn't," he admitted, "Do you think I could read it - once you're done with it?"
-Hermione passed him the magazine with a sigh, "Go ahead. I've already read it - twice," she said, "And there's a form in the back that you can fill out if you want a - subscription. I suggest that you do so since you've already chosen to specialise in - potions."
-"I will!" Harry said gratefully, "Thanks, Hermione."
-"You're very welcome," Hermione replied sweetly as she withdrew another magazine - from her bag called 'A plan for Plants'.
-Ron rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. "You guys have fun," he said flatly, - "I'll just go look for Draco or Neville or something."
-Both Hermione and Harry grunted noncommittally, already engrossed in their - reading.
-When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over to their usual spots in the middle of the - Gryffindor table, they noticed Draco sitting on the Slytherin side. When they saw - each other, Draco raised his hand in greeting but stayed in his seat. Harry didn't - know if he was staying because he still needed some time to himself or not but either - way, he was sure that during the night of the sorting at least, students were not - allowed to mingle among other houses. Especially when those students were prefects. - So Harry just smiled in return and took his seat.
-He glanced over at the high table and noticed that Snape was regarding him - carefully. Almost as he had done during the feast, his very first year. But there was - no malice in his eyes this time. Harry smiled at him which seemed to satisfy Snape - since he turned away and started talking to McGonagall.
-Harry had not anticipated for a new teacher to make their way into Hogwarts this - year since Slughorn was still teaching potions, and Snape had managed to hold on to - the defence position, but there she was.
-She was a woman in her early thirties with long, dark chocolate hair and amber - eyes that seemed to shine with glee as she took in the great hall. She was clearly - not very tall and seemed somewhat shy as she was listening politely to other - teachers' conversations but didn't jump in herself. Harry thought she looked sort of - lonely as she sat there.
-And who was she anyway? All the other teachers seemed to still be present so Harry - could not imagine what the woman was doing there.
-As always, McGonagall stood at the ready with the sorting hat to divide the new - group of first years into the four houses. Harry clapped along dutifully for every - child that joined Gryffindor but ignored the jeers and scathing remarks some of the - Gryffindors would make when a child was sorted into Slytherin.
-When the sorting was over, Dumbledore rose from his seat and spread his arms to - signify that he was about to make an announcement. It didn't take long for the - majority of the children to quiet down and for the rest of them to be elbowed by - their peers until they too shut their mouth. Once everyone had settled down, - Dumbledore smiled happily, his eyes twinkling and addressed the students.
-"It is nice to see so many new faces grace this hall with their presence, this - year," he began, "And it pleases me, even more, to announce that one of those new - faces will be your new History of Magic teacher."
-Surprised murmurs rose from the more seasoned students of Hogwarts. Dumbledore - allowed it to go on for a few minutes before resolutely raising a hand, motioning for - everyone to calm down once more.
-"It has come to my attention that Professor Binns no longer wished to teach. He - would rather spend the rest of his death in peace and quiet. We thank him for the - many years of service and wish him the very best. In his stead, we welcome the very - talented and engaging Professor Maya Bell."
-The new woman gave a small wave, smiling shyly before dropping her hand and - looking back at Dumbledore.
-"That's the author of 'Connections through the ages'," Hermione - hissed.
-"I am well aware that most of you who had the opportunity dropped the subject of - History of Magic altogether," Dumbledore continued, "Which has resulted in there not - being a single student in the NEWT class. Now I am aware that this is perhaps the - result of something other than simply the subject matter."
-Harry noticed Snape shake his head lightly in dismay.
-"Which is why I want to offer you all a chance to get reacquainted with History of - Magic. I only ask of you that you see it through for a couple of weeks. If you decide - – after these weeks – that you would still wish to drop the subject, I will not blame - you and allow you to do so without a problem. But it would make me most happy if you - would generously use your time to give Professor Bell a chance. I know for sure that - she might surprise you."
-Dumbledore's eyes twinkled fiercely in the light of the enchanted candle.
-"Now I do believe that I've kept you long enough," Dumbledore concluded, "Please - enjoy your meal."
-After this confusing turn of events, platters appeared on every edge of every - table, filled with the most delicious food of any kind. Harry grabbed the first - pitcher of pumpkin juice that was in reach and smelled it carefully before pouring - himself a glass. He took a small sip and slushed it around in his mouth cautiously - before deciding that if it was indeed poisoned, it was undetectable. He looked over - his shoulder to see Draco give him a sheepish grin and held up his glass in salute - before drinking resolutely.
-He then looked at Snape who raised his eyebrow at him and Harry gave him the - thumbs up after which Snape rolled his eyes.
-"So what do you make of this new teacher?" Hermione asked.
-"She's cute," Ron said pointedly as he stared at the high table.
-"Ron!" Hermione chided, smacking him on the head.
-"It sucks that we need to take History again," Harry groaned, "I won't have enough - time for everything as it is."
-"You can just drop it again after a few weeks," Hermione pointed out, "And - besides, it might turn out to be interesting."
-"Yeah, it's about time they found a replacement for old Binns," Ron said, "I can't - believe they didn't do so sooner."
-"It did seem a bit overdue," Hermione agreed.
-Harry looked back at the high table to see Professor Bell try and strike up a - conversation with Snape but the Potions Master gave her a curt reply and turned away - to chat to McGonagall. Bell seemed to take it in stride though. She just shrugged and - turned towards Flitwick who sat on her other side and happily engaged in conversation - with her.
-'Play Nice' Harry wrote on the cuff Snape had given him for his birthday - the previous year. Snape looked at his wrist and simply shot Harry an exasperated - look before continuing his conversation with the transfiguration professor.
-"Did Snape tell you about her beforehand?" Ron asked curiously.
-"Nope," Harry replied, "Kept me completely in the dark."
-"Oh well, he doesn't strike me as the talkative type even at the best of times," - Ron said.
-"He probably wasn't allowed to say anything," Hermione argued.
-"Why in the world would that even matter?" Ron asked, "This could hardly be - considered a state secret."
-"Well, whatever the case, I think it's nice that we get another shot at History - this year," Hermione said resolutely, "And who knows. If she's a good teacher, I - might even consider a speciality year in the subject."
-"If McGonagall allows you to," Harry pointed out.
-"Oh, why wouldn't she?" Hermione said, "No professor would ever deter a student - from learning more, would they?"
-Hermione dug into her food and Ron shared a knowing look with Harry. McGonagall - better agree to something or Hermione was going to be hell to be around for the - entirety of the year.
-After a day of classes that were hardly interesting, Harry found himself in the - library with Hermione at his side. They had been in there for an hour already, - finishing up the homework they had already been assigned before moving on to more - personal topics.
-For Hermione that meant building a case for herself that would hopefully convince - McGonagall to allow her to stay an extra year.
-For Harry, this meant building up his theorem. The sheer amount of books in the - library were sure to help him. And lucky for him, Snape had trusted him enough to - grant him unlimited access to the forbidden section. That was a good thing too - because there was information there that he would desperately need.
-The current subject matter of interest was Dementors.
-'Related to the Lethifolds, Dementors are that much more vile. They cannot be - killed but they do have a natural life-span that runs out eventually. No one knows - how long that is since no dementor can be distinguished from the rest.'
-Harry skimmed the pages as he tried to find what he was looking for.
-'They feed off of people's terror and darkness, removing all feelings of - happiness as they draw closer to make it easier for them to prey on their victims. - When their prey is sufficiently made devoid of happiness and hope, the soul becomes - more vulnerable to outside influences. Eventually, it can be taken by a dementor, - resulting in what is known as the Dementor's kiss. There is no recovery possible from - such an attack.'
-"What are you reading about?" Hermione asked, shaking Harry's focus.
-"Dementors," Harry replied, showing Hermione the passage he was reading.
-"interesting," Hermione said, "A bit dark, but interesting."
-"It's remarkable that they attack the soul," Harry told her, "They are able to - suck out, and therefore move a soul, something that is normally not only invisible - but also untouchable which is probably why most muggles are sceptical about its - existence."
-Hermione nodded contemplatively, "True," she agreed, "Since they consume thoughts - and emotions, I can only assume that the soul is classified in the same category as - those."
-"I don't think that's entirely right," Harry said, "I think the soul is - the category."
-"Ah, that would make a lot of sense!" Hermione said, "But what does that - mean?"
-"Do you remember that spell my mother created?" Harry asked, "The one that can - convey emotion?"
-"Of course I do," Hermione huffed indignantly, "We used it to help Draco out, - after all."
-"What if I can use it to sort of imitate the dementors? You know, to draw a soul - closer."
-"I don't know, Harry," Hermione said carefully, "That sounds kind of dark. And I - think it's an innate ability of theirs, not one you can emulate. And why would you - want to do something like that anyway?"
-"It's not like that," Harry replied, "I don't plan on sucking out anyone's soul or - anything. What I want to do is attract them, pull them closer so to speak. I can't - explain why just yet. It's for the potion I'm trying to create, you see?"
-"Well, as long as you're careful," Hermione said, frowning at her friend, - "Professor Snape is supervising you, right?"
-"He is," Harry assured her, "I am not even allowed to start brewing until he - approves of my theorem." He sighed heavily, "I've already worked on it a bit over the - summer but it's coming along very slowly."
-"Well it's not as if you have a deadline," Hermione pointed out, "Take it slow and - be thorough. Especially when meddling with things like dementors."
-"Don't worry, I will be," Harry assured her.
-Hogwarts was overtaken by a horrible heatwave. It had gotten so bad that the - students were allowed to forego their school robes and were wearing nothing but their - normal clothes. Even most of the teachers refused to don their teaching robes. Only - Snape seemed to ignore the suffocating heat, proudly stalking through the hallways as - his robes billowed behind him.
-It helped, of course, that he spent a large portion of his day in the dungeons. - Even the defence classroom was in the vicinity of the cooler part of the castle.
-The many owls that lived in the school were sluggish and annoyed, preening their - feathers more than normal and delivering the mail with long delays. Hedwig, however, - seemed to be worse off than any of the other owls. One morning, she came swooping in - at breakfast. She was on her way back from delivering Harry's subscription for - 'The Practical Potioneer', the first edition already tied to her talons, - when she all but crashed into his bowl of cereal.
-"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed loudly, jumping up from his seat. Hedwig screeched - softly as she flapped her wings weakly.
-"Take her to Hagrid," Hermione said in a panicked tone, "He'll know what to - do."
-Harry didn't need to be told that a second time. He scooped up the weakened owl in - his arms and raced to the high table where none of the teachers seemed to have - noticed anything being amiss.
-Hagrid – who was sweating profusely under the mass of hair that he called a beard - – looked up as Harry came to a stop in front of the high table and showed him the - weakened owl.
-"Hagrid," he said helplessly, "Something's wrong with Hedwig."
-"Oh dear," Hagrid said as he took Hedwig from Harry, "It'll be alright, my beauty, - don't you worry."
-Hagrid emptied a bowl of potatoes onto his plate and filled it with cool water. He - dunked Hedwig's feet in the bowl but kept her body out of it, offering her a separate - saucer to drink from.
-"What's wrong with her, Hagrid?" Snape asked apprehensively, unhappy about Harry's - expression.
-"She's overheated," Hagrid explained, "Snowy owls are not used to temperatures - such as these."
-"What can I do?" Harry asked worriedly.
-"You'd best take 'er somewhere cold, while it's this hot out," Hagrid replied, - "Take 'er to the dungeons if you can. I'm sure she'll perk right up after a few - hours."
-Harry looked at Snape with a sort of pleading look in his eyes. "Would that be - alright, sir?" he asked.
-"Of course," Snape agreed easily, "I wouldn't dare put your owl's health at risk." - He thought it over for a second, "I would advise you to put her in the students' - potions lab. Not a lot of people actually use it, and it's cold in there. I would put - her in my chambers but there's always a fire burning down there so I doubt that would - be an adequate solution."
-Harry turned to Professor Slughorn at that. "Would that be alright with you, - professor?" he asked.
-"Of course, Harry!" Slughorn replied amicably, "Anything for one of my top - students. Just make sure you provide her with a perch so she won't sit on any of the - cauldrons."
-"Thanks, Professor," Harry said and raced down to the dungeons with a slightly - more lively Hedwig on his arm, the magazine still attached to her foot.
-As promised, he provided her with a makeshift perch immediately, setting her up - with food and water and taking her burden away from her.
-"I'm sorry, girl," Harry said as he stroked Hedwig's soft feathers, "I should have - realized the weather was too hot for you. But don't worry, I won't have you flying - out for a while."
-Hedwig hooted softly in return, ruffling her feathers somewhat in dismay.
-"It's for your own good, you know," Harry said, "But I'll keep you company as - often as I can, okay?"
-Hedwig clicked her beak and tilted her head slightly as if she was thinking it - over. Then she flapped her wings, causing a loose feather to fall to the ground.
-"Hmmm, that won't do," Harry said, "It would be bad for random owl feathers to be - added to people's potions. But don't worry!"
-Harry took out his wand and twirled it a few times as he walked around Hedwig, - murmuring the incantation 'castus' under his breath.
-"There," Harry proclaimed proudly, "If I did it right, you shouldn't be dropping - any feathers or dirt or anything into anyone's cauldrons. I wouldn't want you to get - kicked out."
-Hedwig didn't respond this time. She just stared at Harry accusingly.
-"I promise that you won't get bored," Harry tried to dispel Hedwig's foul mood. - "Who knows, you could even help me out when I brew some potions."
-Hedwig clicked her beak and turned away from Harry to start pruning her - feathers.
-Harry sighed. "Get some rest, girl," he told her, "And don't bite anyone."
-Another chapter concluded if you can believe it. I wonder what you're all - thinking? Care to review and tell me? Thanks for reading!
-A big thank you to all the lovely people who sent a review. As always, they - put a smile on my face. Thanks for waiting so patiently for this next chapter. Here - it is!
-Chapter 40
-Throughout the next couple of weeks, Harry dutifully got up at five-thirty, got - showered, ate breakfast and left for St Mungo's. Sometimes he would see Snape in the - last five minutes before he took his leave but most of the time, he didn't.
-Nine times out of ten, Luna would meet Harry for lunch, lifting his spirits and - bringing him some of his favourites to eat. Treacle tart was often a part of it and - almost every time, Harry ended up eating her piece of tart as well.
-Harry would always get an impossible amount of potions to brew and he managed - every day to complete his task while John never was. Though Harry had to admit that - the potions he did finish were of very respectable quality.
-He would never be home in time for dinner nor even before nightfall. More often - than not, Snape would have already gone to bed by the time Harry got in and if not, - Harry was too exhausted to engage in any conversation that went beyond 'Good night' - anyways.
-Right now, Harry was focusing on brewing a batch of fever reducer. He had raised - the number of cauldrons he was working with from eight to twelve, bustling about as - the concoctions required new ingredients to be added, and putting a stasis on those - that needed his immediate attention but that he couldn't get to just yet. He was so - very much into the brewing zone that he didn't even notice it when a few people - entered the lab.
-"Harry Potter!" said a harsh voice. Harry glanced up from what he was doing for a - moment to see chief Lovegood standing there next to healer Johnson and a few other - healers that Harry didn't recognise. Harry flushed when he realized who had come down - to what he now considered to be his lab but knew that he couldn't get too - distracted lest his potion would fail. So he went back to adding sudarshan leaves to - the potion while addressing Chief Lovegood.
-"How might I be of assistance, sir?" Harry asked, immediately walking over to - another cauldron as to not waste any time.
-"What in the blazes are you doing, boy?" healer Johnson exclaimed. Harry glanced - at him, somewhat confused, but wasted no time to get back to yet another cauldron to - give it the much needed stirring it required. "You asked for fever-reducing potions, - did you not, sir?" he asked. "That's what I'm brewing."
-"And is there any reason why you're using twelve cauldrons instead of one, Mr - Potter?" Lovegood now asked. "Do you realize the dangers of dividing your attention - as such?"
-Harry put a stasis on all of the cauldrons with a single flick of his wand to now - give the healers his full attention. He noticed that John had also stopped brewing - and was following the conversation closely.
-"Harry 'as been brewin' like this fer weeks," John said. "And he's not made a - single mistake yet."
-"I did not ask your opinion, Mr Scofield," Lovegood said without taking his eyes - off of Harry. "Kindly go back to brewing your potion. You are behind as it is, as I - understand."
-"Aye sir," John said dejectedly as he went back to his stirring.
-"I don't understand the problem, sir," Harry said honestly. "This is how I've been - taught to brew. This is how I've always done it."
-"You're an apprentice," Lovegood said coldly. "A Master such as Severus Snape will - have no problem with controlling multiple cauldrons at once, I'm sure, but a boy such - as yourself – who has no experience worth speaking of – will not be brewing quite so - dangerously!"
-Harry frowned and opened his mouth to argue but Lovegood wasn't done yet.
-"We were wondering how you always managed to brew as much as you did, and now we - have our answer. But no more."
-"But sir!" Harry finally spoke up. "If it gets you the necessary potions when you - need it, and I don't have any problem brewing like this, what is the problem? I can - do this!"
-"Mind your place," healer Johnson then said. "You're speaking to the Chief and you - would best mind your tone."
-Harry glanced at his direct supervisor and saw a flash of pity in his eyes.
-"People need these potions," Harry said, trying his best to keep his voice steady. - "And you're severely understaffed. I know for a fact that most of the interns you - accepted have already quit again. I can make you these potions in record time and - have proved to you that I can do this. Why would you sabotage me like this?"
-"Because you are not brewing safely," Lovegood snarled, seemingly losing his - temper. "I will not have an apprentice blowing up the hospital simply because he's - too arrogant to see that he's bitten off more than he can chew"
-"But I'm not –"
-"Enough," Lovegood said dangerously. "Others may accept your rebellious attitude - because of your name and the stories attached to it, but I will not. You will follow - the rules just like anyone else and you will not endanger anyone with your folly. If - you cant do as I say, you will be kicked out of the internship program."
-Harry doubted that he could be missed at this point but thought it better not to - test this theory. So he remained calm and didn't say another word even though he was - fuming on the inside.
-"You will finish the potions in these cauldrons one by one," Lovegood then said. - "And once those are done, you will resort to using one cauldron at a time. Is that - understood?"
-"Yes, Chief," Harry said evenly, trying to not show any emotion in his voice.
-Lovegood nodded sharply and left again, followed on his heel by the other healers, - some of which threw incredulous glances in Harry's direction.
-Once a few seconds had passed, John spoke up. "Awa' an bile yer heid," he - grumbled. "Tha' auld dobber cannae even see a good thing when it bites 'im in the - arse."
-Harry sighed in response. "I can't brew the number of potions he needs when I use - only one cauldron at a time," he said as he stirred the first one. "I just don't - understand what the big deal is."
-"Well, 'tis quite rare to see anyone brewin' multiple brews at once," John said. - "I dinnae ken anyone ter do tha'."
-Harry shrugged. "That doesn't mean it's dangerous," he said. "And he'll run out of - potions much sooner than he'd like this way."
-John shrugged and winked at Harry. "He'll ken 'is mistake soon enough," he - said.
-"I suppose you're right," Harry sighed though it still didn't sit right with him. - But John went back to his own brewing and left Harry to lightly simmer in peace, much - like the fever reducer.
-Snape sat in his chair by the fire, sipping a glass of pumpkin juice as he thought - about his current situation.
-While he was happy that Harry was taking his internship so seriously, he was - beginning to wonder if Harry was not working himself too hard. He seemed to be - exhibiting a combination of the hard-working mentality the Dursleys had knocked into - him and the hero complex that had guided most of his rash actions at Hogwarts. Young - as he was, if Harry went on like this much longer, he might just get sick himself. - And knowing Harry, the boy would not let on anything was wrong until it was too - late.
-Snape had regularly been sending Harry messages through the cuff they shared and - always received a reply back after, though it was always short and to the points.
-'Has your partner blown up any cauldrons yet?' Snape sent to Harry in an - attempt to start some light-hearted banter. In the brief moments they had been able - to talk to one another, Harry had told Snape about the older gentleman that had - decided to turn his life around while he was well in his fifties. Apparently, he had - potential but was nowhere near as skilled as one needed to be while working on a - schedule.
-'No.' Harry replied shortly.
-Snape looked at the word and sighed, not knowing what he could reply to that - anymore. Harry was undoubtedly busy and so he just let him be.
-Snape hissed when he felt a sharp pain in his thumb and glanced down to see that - his glass had bitten him.
-"Maya," he called out with mild annoyance.
-"What?" Maya called back rather groggily from within the bedroom.
-"Is there any reason in particular why you found it necessary to charm my glass so - it would bite me?"
-There was a momentary silence, followed by a few thuds and thumps as Maya was - undoubtedly getting up and getting herself dressed. She emerged moments later with a - delighted smirk on her face.
-"Payback," she said easily. "For charming the mirror to show a stain on my face - that wasn't there."
-"I see," Snape replied dryly. He tapped his wand against the glass to get it to - behave again before setting it down. "Have you heard anything from your sister - lately?" he asked as Maya waltzed into the kitchen to help herself to a danish.
-"No," Maya replied. "I haven't but she rarely keeps in touch anyway. Why?"
-When Snape didn't reply, Maya chuckled. "You miss Alex, don't you?"
-"That's preposterous," Snape scoffed. "It's just out of the ordinary that - Alexander hasn't bothered me yet."
-"If you're worried, why don't you just go over there?" Maya suggested. She walked - back into the sitting room and flung herself sideways on Snape's lap, draping one - arm, around his neck for balance. Snape smiled at the intrusive woman who seemed to - have no respect for personal boundaries.
-"It's not becoming to visit people without notice," Snape said evenly.
-"Now you're just making up excuses," Maya chided, lightly tugging on Snape's hair - for punishment. "Why do you have such issues with admitting that Alex is your friend - and that you miss having him around?"
-"He's not my –"
-"Would you stop?" Maya said. "Don't you lie to me, Severus Snape. Now repeat after - me. Alex is my friend."
-"Maya, I hardly think that –"
-"That does not even sound remotely like what I wanted you to say," Maya said. "Try - again."
-Snape narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
-"No?" Maya asked innocently? She gently cupped Snape's face and teased him with a - light kiss that she quickly withdrew from when he tried to reciprocate. She grinned - evilly. "Well?"
-"You're such a tease," Snape said but then he sighed in resignation. "As you wish. - Alexander is my friend and I'm worried about him."
-"Good man," Maya praised before hungrily drawing Snape into another kiss. "Why - don't we go and check up on him then?"
-"In a bit," Snape agreed. "First, I have some other plans."
-Maya giggled when Snape grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his - shoulder. The half-eaten danish she was eating dropped to the floor as Snape headed - back into the bedroom, laughing theatrically.
-Harry smiled politely as Luna unpacked the baguettes with fried eggs on them, - handing one to Harry.
-"This looks great, Luna," Harry said honestly. The eggs had been kept warm with a - warming charm and the bread was crunchy. And yet, Harry didn't seem to have much of - an appetite. After taking two bites, he stopped eating and stared at a dirty spot on - the table, thinking about the earlier occurrence.
-He was drawn out of his reveries when Luna grabbed his hand. He looked into her - blue eyes in confusion and then noticed how rude he was being. "I'm sorry, Luna," he - said honestly. "I didn't mean to ignore you or anything."
-"What's on your mind?" she asked kindly. "It might help to talk about it."
-"It's a bit difficult," Harry admitted.
-"Because it has something to do with my uncle?" Luna asked knowingly.
-Harry chuckled. "Always the perceptive one, aren't you?" he said incredulously. - "But yes, it does."
-"You can tell me," Luna told Harry honestly. "I will understand if you're upset - with him. He can be difficult sometimes."
-"He told me I can't brew in multiple cauldrons at once," Harry grumbled. "I've - been doing fine these last couple of weeks. I've completed every last one of the - ridiculous assignments I have been given and I've not wasted a single potion."
-He looked at Luna but she just looked back at him serenely, cupping his hand with - hers and listening intently to his troubles.
-"I honestly don't know how they want me to brew three hundred bloody pain reliever - potions in a single day when I can only use one cauldron. I'm already here from dusk - till dawn only getting a break to hurriedly eat my lunch and dinner. I don't see any - of my friends, or my father anymore but I've never complained about it. After all, - those sick people really need the potions."
-Harry inhaled deeply when he noticed that he was running out of breath. Luna still - didn't reply. She just handed him a glass of water from which he drank eagerly before - continuing.
-"After all those weeks, Chief Lovegood just waltzes into my lab with a slew of - healers and tells me off for not brewing one potion at a time. He says that only - someone as accomplished as Severus could do that and that he won't risk me blowing up - the hospital just because of my arrogance."
-Harry clenched his free hand into a fist and stared angrily at that same dirty - spot on the table.
-"He feels that I only do these things because of who I am. Not for a moment does - he seem to consider that I actually know what I'm doing. He even threatened to end my - internship if I continue the way I've been going. But I don't know how to else to - complete my assignments if I don't."
-Harry sighed deeply and found to his horror that tears seemed to be welling up in - his eyes. Blaming them on his exhaustion, he blinked them away and looked hopelessly - at his girlfriend. "Luna, what am I going to do?"
-The kind look in Luna's eyes had shifted to one of fierce determination and yet - she smiled.
-"You're going to continue brewing," Luna told him easily. "Because that is what - you do. You do what you think is best and don't let anyone stop you."
-Luna got up from her seat, moved to stand behind Harry and gently put her arms - around him in a warm embrace. She kissed Harry on the cheek as he grabbed her arms as - if they were some sort of lifeline.
-"You're not going to allow anyone to get to you. Not even the chief of medicine," - she told him knowingly. "You're Harry Potter. You're the boy who warmed Severus - Snape's heart, the boy who made friends with Draco Malfoy. You helped me when I was - bullied and you worked hard on all of your creations. You have friends and family - that care for you, not because of your great accomplishments, but because of who you - are."
-Harry couldn't help but smile at Luna's reassurances. He leaned back into her hug - and looked up to meet her loving gaze. "Thank you, Luna," he said fondly. "That - really helped."
-"I'm glad," Luna said, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Now, you'd best eat your - food and get back to work."
-"Where are you going?" Harry asked, confused when Luna went in the wrong direction - to floo out.
-"Oh, I just have some things I need to do," she told him sweetly. And then she was - gone, leaving a somewhat befuddled Harry behind.
-Snape stood staring at the blasted door of his blasted muggle-friend with a - frightening scowl on his face contemplating at what point in his life he turned into - the soft-hearted man that would worry about someone as frivolous as Alexander.
-And since when did he listen to anyone but Dumbledore telling him what to do? Even - if that someone was a gorgeous chocolate-haired woman that made away with his - heart.
-Snape shook himself from his unhelpful thoughts and knocked on the door with the - ferocity of a landlord eager to collect his overdue rent.
-There were some sounds coming from inside that made it clear that someone was home - but it took a very long time before the door actually opened to reveal a very - dishevelled-looking Alexander. He looked as if he hadn't bathed in days. There were - bags under his eyes and that annoyingly permanent grin on his face had vanished - without a trace. And when he saw Snape, there was no denying the fear that sprung to - life in his eyes. Snape couldn't help but feel a sharp twinge of worry.
-"Severus," Alex breathed. "Why are you here?"
-Snape frowned. "I hadn't seen you for quite some time," he said. "I was merely - wondering if everything was alright."
-Alex glanced downward before looking back up at Snape. There was a grief in his - eyes that Snape had never wished to see on the man's face. He suddenly became even - more worried.
-"Alex," he said sternly. "Where are Charles and Emma?"
-"Charles is at his grandparents," Alex said. "And Emma… Emma is inside. But - Severus, she is so sick."
-"Why didn't you warn me?" Snape snarled as he brusquely moved past Alex and walked - towards where he knew their bedroom was. "You've never been shy to ask my help in the - past. Why didn't you come to me this time?"
-"I don't want her taken away," Alex said. There was a hopelessness in his voice - that broke even Snape's heart.
-"Taken away?" he asked. "What do you mean? Why would I take her away?"
-"It's this epidemic," Alex said in a hushed voice. "It's all over the papers - nowadays. People are getting sick. And all of a sudden, they disappear. You wouldn't - know anything about that, would you?"
-With a few large strides, Snape had made it into the bedroom where Emma lay - shivering in the bed. He kneeled beside her and gently put a hand on her - forehead.
-"It's going to be alright, Emma," Snape said kindly. "I'm here for you."
-"I won't let you take her away," Alex said sternly but his voice trembled. Snape - ignored him while he took Emma's pulse. He sighed when he noticed that it was a bit - slow. He then motioned for Alex to join him in the hall.
-"You're right," he told the muggle. "Those disappearances have happened because - this illness is of a magical origin. The healers have taken in the muggles that have - fallen ill, trying to separate them from the healthy muggles."
-"Are they able to cure it?" Alex asked hopefully.
-"Not yet," Snape told him. "The best healers are working on it but no cure has - been found. If we take Emma to St Mungo's –"
-"No!" Alex objected, moving in front of the door to the bedroom as if he needed to - shield his wife from Snape. "If they can't help her anyway, I don't want her to go - there. Please –"
-"Alex-"
-"I'll do anything. I can take care of her!" Alex said in desperation. "Please - don't take her. I know you could if you wanted to but… I'll…"
-Snape sighed and ran a hand through his hair. For a moment, he didn't know what to - do. If he took Emma to St Mungo's, she could receive the magical care she needed but - he could also understand Alex's worry. The muggle authorities were probably going - crazy with all the disappearances of the sick people and their papers were probably - full of conspiracy theories.
-"Alright, Alex," Snape finally said. "I won't take her anywhere. But on one - condition."
-"Yes?" Alex said, his stance relaxing slightly.
-"You'll allow me to give her the potions I think she'll need," Snape said. "And - you will get some food in you from time to time. I also believe sleep and a shower - are in order."
-Alex chuckled, though the sound of it was not quite as happy as Snape would've - liked it. "You win, Severus," he said. "You're really a good friend, do you know - that?"
-"As are you," Snape admitted. "Don't worry. I will help you to the best of my - abilities. You can count on me."
-"I always do, Sev," Alex replied wearily, flashing a brief yet genuine smile in - Snape's direction. "I always do."
-Harry stared at the missive in his hand. It was short and to the point, written by - Caratacus Lovegood himself.
-Mr Potter,
-Come to my office at 13:45.
- Do not be late.
C. Lovegood
-Harry wondered what he could've possibly done wrong now but he dared not stay - away. For a moment, he missed the expectation of detentions and loss of points at - Hogwarts because then he knew what was coming. Now, there was nothing but - uncertainty.
-He knocked on the door at exactly 13:45 and entered when he was prompted to do so - by the commanding voice of the chief.
-"Mr Potter," Lovegood greeted curtly. "Do come in and close the door, if you - will."
-Harry did as he was told and stood waiting.
-Lovegood sighed. "Take a seat boy," he said. "Come now, we're both busy people and - I'm sure you would like to get this meeting over with as quickly as I do."
-"Sir?" Harry asked as he took his seat. "I'm not sure what this is about."
-"Of course you're not," Lovegood said. "But I'm not one for small talk so let's - get straight to the point. You're dating my niece."
-Harry's eyes widened momentarily and shifted briefly to Lovegood's wand that lay - casually on the edge of his desk. "I am, sir," Harry told him, doubting if it was a - good idea to admit that at this point.
-"During lunch, my niece seemed to deem it necessary to come into my office and - tell me just how unfair I'm being," Lovegood continued.
-Harry was unable to suppress a mortified groan. "I'm so sorry, sir," Harry said. - "That was never my intention. I'll talk to –"
-Harry was stopped when Lovegood raised his hand. "As she explained to me your - attitude in school as well as your accomplishments both in and out of the field of - potions, I realized that I might have been somewhat unfair towards you."
-Harry couldn't help but stare.
-"While I would never allow any intern to brew as you have been, I understand that - you've been doing so for a while now and that you're managing just fine. Only the - boys who need to clean the cauldrons can complain about that."
-Harry secretly pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. Did Lovegood just make a - joke?
-"On another note, I think I need to make clear that when we assign you a certain - amount of potions to brew, it is not expected for you to complete said assignment in - a day's time," Lovegood continued. "That being said though, I agree that it's been - most useful for you to brew the way you have. Our healers would be in even more - trouble if you weren't as skilled as I have to admit you are. Therefore, I give you - permission to use multiple cauldrons again. If you, however, have an accident while - doing so, this privilege will be revoked immediately. Is that clear?"
-"Yes sir," Harry said in wonder. "Thank you, sir!"
-"Alright, Mr Potter," Lovegood then said. "You'd best be off. I understand that we - really need the rest of those fever reducer potions soon."
-"Right away!" Harry said eagerly. He nearly knocked over his chair in his haste to - get out and get started again, eager to show chief Lovegood that his newfound faith - in him was not unfounded.
-He hurried back towards the elevator and was about to get in when he locked eyes - with a familiar, distraught-looking Slytherin. He skidded to a halt as he took in the - dishevelled appearance of the blonde.
-"Draco," Harry said. "What are you doing here?"
-Oops. Looks like it sort of ended on a cliffhanger. Sorry! Do let me know what - you thought, please. The next chapter will be up tomorrow.
-Thank you all for your fast reviews! I was really amazed. You all know how - much I appreciate it. On another note, I finished writing the last chapter yesterday - so I can tell you that there will be 47 in total. Let the countdown begin.
-Chapter 41
-The look that Draco gave Harry was one of worry and concern, but not for Harry's - sake. When Harry looked a bit closer, he could see some traces of blood on Draco's - hands and robes. The blonde himself seemed to be frozen in his tracks as if he was - not sure of what to do next.
-"Draco," Harry urged again. "What happened? Are you hurt?" As if on instinct, - Harry grabbed one of Draco's hands and checked to see if it was injured in any way - but Draco pulled his hand free before Harry could get a closer look.
-"I'm fine," Draco replied, his voice emotionless as if he was trying to contain - himself. "Shouldn't you go back to work?"
-"I will in a second," Harry said. "But I get the feeling that right now, my friend - needs me."
-A long moment passed in which Harry and Draco stared each other down before Draco - relented with a sigh and a shaky shrug.
-"It's my mother," he said, his voice barely audible. "This morning, she had - regressed to when she was a young girl. When she looked in the mirror and saw - herself, she got really scared."
-Draco's voice was shaking and Harry put a comforting hand on his shoulder but said - nothing.
-"I couldn't calm her down in time," Draco continued hopelessly. "There was some - accidental magic – I didn't even know that could still happen with adults – and she - blew up the mirror. There was glass flying everywhere and she got cut by most of - it."
-Draco sobbed and buried his face into his hands. "Even after all that, I couldn't - get her to calm down," Draco said. "She didn't recognise me and she was hurt. A few - of her injuries were bleeding badly and I was getting worried so I – I stunned her - and brought her here. Harry, I stunned my own mother!"
-Harry moved closer and enveloped his suffering friend into an embrace. Draco did - not fight him.
-"I'm so sorry, Draco," Harry told him honestly. "I didn't realize that things had - gotten so bad. It must have been really hard on you."
-"I don't know what to do anymore," Draco hiccoughed. "I'm only eighteen. I don't - know how to deal with this."
-"You did the right thing by bringing her here," Harry told him. "I'm sure that the - healers will take very good care of her."
-"Yes," Draco replied bitterly. "And then I can take her back home and the whole - thing can start all over again."
-Harry withdrew from the hug, placing a hand on either of Draco's shoulders and - looked him in the eye.
-"Draco, if this is becoming too much for you, you can always leave her at St - Mungo's. There's a specialized wing for people with her kind of condition."
-"I can't leave her here," Draco said, horrified. "She's my mother. I will take - care of her like she would take care of me."
-Harry nodded. "As you say, Draco," he said. "I was merely making a suggestion. - Would you like me to accompany you to your mother's room?"
-"I – I would like that," Draco admitted, smiling slightly at his friend. "But - don't you have things to do?"
-"I will stay a bit longer tonight," Harry said easily, neglecting to say that he - already stayed much longer than he should. "It's alright."
-Draco nodded and led Harry to his mother's private room. They walked in silence - and when they reached the door, Harry waited patiently for Draco to muster the - courage to turn the knob.
-At long last, they entered the room, finding Narcissa Malfoy strapped to the bed - as she stared out of the window to her right. Her hair was a tangled mess and she - seemed to have lost some weight. Her eyes that once held such strength were now - filled with confusion and uncertainty. She looked up when Harry and Draco walked in - and smiled ever so slightly.
-"Where am I?" she asked, her voice slightly higher pitched than it should be.
-"You're in St Mungo's, mother," Draco told her. "You had a bit of an - accident."
-"I've told Bella not to play with fire," Narcissa sighed wearily. "When she does, - it's always me that gets burned." She turned her eyes towards Harry and - looked at him hopefully. "Did Bella get punished for it?"
-Harry smiled at the woman and nodded. "Of course she did, Narcissa," he told her - kindly.
-"That's good," Narcissa sighed, leaning back somewhat. She then locked eyes with - Draco again. "Where am I?"
-There was no mistaking the pain in Draco's eyes when he answered for a second - time. "St Mungo's."
-"I don't like hospitals," Narcissa told him. "Why would you bring me here? I want - to go home!" She struggled against her bonds and looked as if she was ready to - scratch someone's eyes out but she couldn't win from her restraints and eventually - gave up. She kept her seething stare locked on Draco. The Slytherin was very - startled.
-"You were hurt," Draco pointed out. "I'm not too good at healing. I had to bring - you here."
-Narcissa's anger seemed to deflate as she looked at Draco with concern. She - motioned for him to get closer and Harry thought he saw a flicker of recognition in - Narcissa's eyes. Draco seemed to have seen the same as he eagerly moved closer and - grabbed his mother's hand.
-"Lucius, my love," she said sweetly. "I've missed you. Could you tell me where I - am?"
-Harry's heart ached for Draco as he saw the blonde open his mouth to try and - formulate an answer. When no words came out, Harry answered the question for him.
-"You're in St Mungo's, Narcissa," he said kindly. "You've injured yourself. Can - you remember that?"
-"Of course I can," she replied, smiling sweetly. Her eyes never left Draco's grey - ones. "My love, why do you look so sad?" she asked. "I'll be okay. I'll come home to - you in no time. You'll see."
-Tears now fell from Draco's eyes as he pushed his forehead against Narcissa's - hand, eager for the touch, even if her love was not strictly directed at him.
-"Everything will be alright," she said comfortingly. She then turned her gaze on - Harry who was trying to salvage his neutral expression. The confusion in her eyes was - evident as she seemed to recognise him but couldn't quite produce a link in her mind. - Her gaze flickered downward as she seemed to try and recollect herself and when she - locked gazes with Harry again, all signs of recognition seemed to be gone.
-She smiled sweetly and asked: "Where am I?"
-Snape sat down in the chair Alex had procured for him in the bedroom. He was left - alone with Emma while Alex talked with Maya who had come along with Snape this - time.
-"Emma, can you hear me?" Snape asked in a calm, soothing voice.
-Emma wearily opened her eyes as she looked at Snape and smiled. "The shadow has - come to visit me," she joked weakly. "I must be in a bad way. How horrible do I - look?"
-Snape chuckled as he brushed a strand of sweaty hair from Emma's forehead. "Not - half as bad as Alex does," he told her honestly. "Now, could you sit up for me? I - need you to take a few potions."
-With Snape's help, Emme sat up, a pillow propped behind her back. Snape noted the - droplets of blood that stained her sheets and cast a quick scourgify to get - rid of them. He then handed her a fever-reducing potion.
-"For me?" Emma joked weakly. "You shouldn't have."
-"Less babbling and more drinking," Snape reprimanded softly. "I will pour it down - your throat myself if I have to."
-Emma chuckled and drank the potion, grimacing horribly at the taste. "Couldn't you - have added some sugar or something?" she asked wearily. "That stuff is vile."
-"I'd rather not go over the intricate details of potion-brewing right now," Snape - sighed. "Drink this one next. It's a pain-relieving potion."
-"Dare I ask if this will taste better?" Emma asked.
-"I'd advise against it," Snape told her honestly. Emma smiled and downed the - second potion as well.
-"Nope," she said. "This was way worse."
-"But it made you feel better, I'd wager," Snape pointed out.
-Emma blinked a few times and then looked at Snape in surprise. "Much better," she - said. "That was fast!"
-She made to get up but Snape gently pushed her back down. "You're not cured, - Emma," he told her. "I merely alleviated your pain. Now I need you to drink one more - potion. It should serve to keep your organs intact for a while longer."
-Emma shuddered but drank the offered vial. She wiped her mouth with the back of - her hand as she stared at the empty vial. "What's wrong with me?" she asked.
-"You've contracted a magical malady," Snape told her. "I will not lie to you. This - disease has no cure as of yet and has proven to be fatal one hundred per cent of the - time."
-Emma frowned but didn't seem as shocked as she should be. "This is the disease - that's in the news every day, isn't it?" she asked. "The one that makes people - disappear?"
-"It is," Snape confirmed. "But I'm trying my best to create a cure."
-Emma smiled as she took hold of Snape's hand. "If you're working on this, - I have no doubt that I will be just fine."
-Snape scoffed but said nothing.
-"But just in case that I won't be," Emma said softly, squeezing Snape's hand, - "could you take care of Alex for me? Charlie will be fine with my parents but Alex… - he's not good at handling a loss."
-Snape swallowed thickly as he gazed at the severely ill woman. "If it comes to - that," he said, "I will. But I won't have you worrying about things that are most - likely not going to happen. I will make this work."
-"Of course you will, Severus," Emma said. "But if you can't, I forbid you from - blaming yourself."
-"Emma –"
-"I would very much like to sleep now," Emma told Snape. "If there's nothing else, - could you let me be, please?"
-Snape sighed and gathered his supplies with a flick of his wand. "As you wish," he - said. "Try and get some rest. I'll be back for you tomorrow."
-"Thank you, Severus," Emma said groggily as she pulled the covers closer to her - chin. Snape quietly left the bedroom and headed into the sitting room where Maya and - Alex were waiting for him.
-"How is she?" Maya asked. "Is it the –"
-"It is," Snape told her honestly. Maya let out a shuddering breath and sank back - into the couch.
-"No," she pleaded. "It can't be."
-Alex didn't respond. He was leaning forward, his hands clasped and hanging limply - between his knees as he stared at the coffee table. Snape set down his potions kit - just a tad too harshly in order to shake Alex from his less-than-helpful reveries. It - worked as Alex looked up and glared at Snape.
-"If you could kindly pay attention, Alexander," Snape told him. "These are the - potions Emma will need to take twice a day. Give her this one – he motioned towards - the fever-reducer – first and give her these two after."
-Snape knew that he wasn't exactly exuding comfort right now but he really needed - Alex to understand what he was supposed to do. Slipping into his professional - demeanour was not only a means to that end, but it was also a comfort for Snape - himself, who was watching one of his friends waste away before his eyes.
-"Thank you," Alex said. "What will you do now?"
-"I will retreat into my lab and start working on finding a cure," Snape said. He - then directed his attention at Maya. "Will you stay with him?" he asked. "Make sure - that he eats and sleeps? Emma can eat as well but I would recommend lukewarm foods - only. Preferably liquids."
-"Of course, Sev," Maya said. "But do remember to eat something yourself, - okay?"
-Snape huffed but smiled when he saw Maya's concerned gaze. "Don't worry," he said. - "I will instruct Zippy to bring me meals at the appropriate times. You should just - worry about your family."
-Maya grabbed his hand for just an instance as she placed a chaste kiss on Snape's - lips. "I am," she said meaningfully. Snape just nodded and retreated out of the front - door. Acutely aware of the three people depending on him, he hurried back home.
-When Harry had returned to finish his batch of fever-reducers, John had made no - comment about the time it had taken him to come back. Harry had added two more - cauldrons to his batch in order for him to try and catch up and was finding that it - took little extra effort to do so.
-After a few hours of working in silence, John spoke up.
-"What's on yer mind, lad," he asked. "Ye've been very quiet since ye got back. - Auld Lovegood dinnae sack you, did he?"
-"No," Harry said. "In fact, he told me that I can brew with multiple cauldrons at - once."
-"Then what's got ye so melancholic?" John asked as he continued stirring his own - brew. Harry wasn't even sure what the man was making today.
-"I was wondering why there are next to no potions that can cure mental illnesses," - Harry said.
-John shrugged. "Our folk dinnae put much stock in the mental capacities of the - ill," he said. "The mind is very difficult ter mend as well, ya ken? Much easier to - deal with lacerations and the like."
-"But a sick mind is far more crippling than a crippled leg," Harry argued.
-"Aye," John said. "Tis as ye say. But tis of no difference, I'm afraid."
-Harry huffed. "Well, I think I know exactly what my next research project will - be."
-John barked a laugh. "And when will ye seek to do that, laddie?" he asked. - "Lovegood's got us both working practically non-stop. Yer aff yer heid if ye think ye - can fit more brewin' into yer day."
-"I'll make it work," Harry said confidently. "There's plenty of potions that can - help me achieve my goal."
-"Aye, but don't go an' get yerself into trouble, ye hear?" John said. "I'd find - myself rather lonely without ye here."
-Harry chuckled. "I'm sure you would do fine without me," he said. "But don't - worry. I know what I'm doing."
-"So ye always say," John said, shaking his head.
-In the next few weeks, Harry put in even more hours than he already was. - Sometimes, he didn't even come home to sleep anymore, simply transfiguring a cauldron - into a bed of sorts to sleep in for a few hours. He didn't even eat his lunch outside - of the lab anymore. Instead, he would have a house-elf bring him something to eat - which he would eat while brewing and researching. Without even noticing it, his - birthday had come and gone. No owls could reach him where he was now and Hedwig was - not allowed in the St Mungo's laboratory so she just stayed at Spinner's End.
-Snape hadn't sent Harry very many messages anymore other than the occasional. - 'How is everything?' and 'I hope you're taking care of yourself'. - Harry had always replied with short and to the point answers but it was enough to - know that someone cared. He didn't even mind that he was no longer socializing with - other people at the moment because right now, people were depending on him and he - couldn't let them down.
-Little did Harry know that Snape was in just such a predicament in which he was - getting more and more desperate as time kept ticking away mercilessly. Every day, he - was fighting to keep death at arm's length and every day, he was feeling as if he was - succeeding less and less.
-Harry threw in the petals of the pansy flowers into his brew, quite certain that - he made a breakthrough in the restorative memory draught he was creating when a piece - of parchment appeared in front of his nose at the exact moment that one appeared in - front of John's. Harry put a stasis on his cauldron and read the parchment.
-Urgent staff meeting planned at 16:30.
- Location: The second-floor meeting room.
- Attendance is mandatory.
It wasn't signed but there was only one person that could call for a general staff - meeting and that was chief Lovegood.
-"What d'you reckon' the auld dodger wants now?" John asked Harry.
-"Maybe it has something to do with the cure?" he offered. "Maybe he made a - breakthrough or something?" He really hoped that was the case. It would severely - decrease his workload and give him more time to try and help Draco.
-At 16:28 Harry found himself in the required room with barely a minute to spare. - And even then, he was contemplating how he would have been able to put that minute to - good use. He was scribbling away any thoughts and ideas about the memory restorative - draught he was trying to come up with on a spare bit of parchment, barely even - noticing when Caratacus Lovegood walked in.
-The room had been flooded by not only potioneers but also healers, nurses and even - the janitors of the hospital. When Lovegood spoke, everyone looked up.
-"You are probably all wondering why I have summoned you here," Lovegood said. "I'd - rather not beat around the bush and keep you all from your work. I am not able to - find a cure."
-A stumped silence was Lovegood's only response so he just continued speaking. "I - have tried to find something to counteract this disease for months now but am - entirely unable to do so. Nothing is working and people are dying."
-Lovegood's expert eye gazed at the crowd gathered in the room, hanging on his - every word.
-"Therefore I have summoned you here to ask for your help," he said. "Anyone who - thinks that they can create a cure – I don't care if they are an accomplished healer - or a janitor with hidden talents – will be rewarded by me. I will award you a sum of - five-hundred-thousand galleons, coming out of my own pocket to the one who can - present me with a cure. If you need the time to do so, please take it. We need to - rally as one group in order for us to beat this thing. I am counting on you. You are - excused."
-The crowd broke into excited murmurs and conversation but Harry didn't want to - discuss this with anyone. He just wanted to get back to his lab and continue brewing. - If only the gods could be that merciful.
-"Mr Potter, a word," Lovegood called after him.
-Harry froze in his tracks, momentarily wondering if he could get away with - pretending that he didn't hear Lovegood in the first place, but decided against it - and turned around. "Sir?"
-"I have a few more things to discuss with you," Lovegood said. "Stay for a - moment."
-"I really should get back to work, sir," Harry said.
-"This will only take a moment," Lovegood told him. Harry sighed and sat down in a - chair that had previously been occupied.
-"It has come to my attention that you are no longer eating in the courtyard," - Lovegood said. "You also rarely leave the hospital to go home anymore. You do with - very little sleep and keep brewing. It's all we can do to keep replenishing the - stocks of ingredients at this rate."
-"I'm merely doing what is required of me," Harry said.
-"I am the first one to compliment hard work," Lovegood said. "But what you're - doing is not healthy. If the circumstances were any different, I would force you to - take a week off."
-"But the circumstances are not different," Harry told him. "This is what - you need me to do right now."
-"The additional research you have taken on is entirely unnecessary," Lovegood - pointed out dryly.
-Harry swallowed thickly. "I'm still meeting my quota, aren't I?" he said - softly.
-Lovegood sighed. "That is beside the point, Harry," he said. Harry blinked in - surprise at the use of his given name. "You are on the brink of self-destruction and - I will not have a promising potioneer do this to himself."
-"I need to do this," Harry replied evenly, beyond all common sense.
-"Like Master, like apprentice," Lovegood sighed. "Harry, I need you to focus on a - cure for now. Your workload will be lessened for a while so you can do this. I urge - you to put your personal research aside for now and pick it up later."
-"But I –"
-"When a cure is found, you will have much more time on your hands. I will even - offer you my assistance in whatever it is you're trying to do. But please. I need - your mind on this problem."
-Harry stood there, silently contemplating Lovegood's words for a while before - sighing in resignation. "I will do what I can," he said. "And I'll put aside my - research for now." Harry just hoped that Draco would be able to last just a bit - longer without his help. The boy had looked on the verge of collapse the last time he - saw him and yet he had insisted on taking his mother home.
-"I knew I could count on you," Lovegood said. "Now let's get to it. We haven't the - time to dilly-dally."
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-Chapter 42
-About a week had passed since Snape had found out about Emma's condition and he - had been spending every waking moment trying to develop a cure for 'The - dissolving sweats'. Unbeknownst to him, Harry had been doing the exact same - thing back in St Mungo's but neither of them was having any luck.
-When Snape tried to add some valerian root to his current attempt for an antidote, - Hedwig screeched at him.
-"Keep that beak in check, you ruddy bird," Snape snarled. Hedwig clicked her beak - disapprovingly.
-"Don't you think that I'm aware that this is a longshot?" Snape asked. "Because I - am. But if it has escaped your notice, I'm running out of – oh Merlin, I am speaking - to an owl."
-Hedwig hooted softly but Snape merely glared at her and tossed in his valerian - root. "If you don't refrain from giving me your unwanted advice, I shall confine you - to Harry's quarters. Am I understood?"
-Hedwig just glared haughtily at the Potions Master as if to say 'I'd like to - see you try'. Snape ignored her and was about to toss in his crumpled St John's - wort leaves when a pop brought him out of his focus.
-"It's lunchtime, Master Snape," Zippy said dutifully.
-"I'll just eat some more at dinner time, Zippy," Snape replied without even - turning away from his cauldron.
-"That won't do, Master," Zippy said. "Mistress Bell asked Zippy to make sure that - you ate every meal."
-Snape groaned. "I am your master, Zippy, not her," he reminded the little - house-elf. "And I'm telling you to leave it for now."
-"Zippy is sorry, Master," Zippy said. "But Zippy must insist. Zippy wouldn't want - to make Mistress Bell sad."
-After a moment of silence, Snape sighed. "Fine," he said. "I acquiesce. Just bring - me a bowl of soup if you will and I'll eat it here."
-"Oh no, no, no," Zippy said. "Master mustn't eat where Master works. Mistress Bell - asked me to see to it."
-Snape grumbled something incoherently before moving past Zippy and hurrying up the - stairs in undignified defeat. Hedwig tucked her head under her wing as she awaited - Snape's return while Zippy simply popped into the dining room, taking care of Snape's - bowl of soup.
-When Snape sat down, fidgeting with a napkin as he waited, he noticed a letter - sitting on the table. Zippy must have accepted it while Snape was downstairs. When he - turned it over, he noticed that it carried the seal of St Mungo's. Frowning, he - opened it.
-For the eyes of Master Severus Snape only.
-Severus,
-I am contacting you in regards to your apprentice Harry - Potter.
-He is a diligent young man that does his very best to prepare - whatever potions we ask of him and other than the incident we had a few weeks back, - Mr Potter has made sure to fall in line and do as we have asked of him.
-Snape frowned. He didn't know what the letter was referring to and he wondered - what kind of trouble the stubborn Gryffindor had brought upon himself this time.
-I am starting to worry for him, though. You may have noticed that - he comes home less and less of late. He tends to sleep in the laboratory where he - also eats. He rarely comes out anymore save to take care of his personal needs and - even those he tries to keep in check as much as possible.
-I've already talked to him once but he only seems to be burying - himself in his work more and more. And while we appreciate the steady flow of potions - that we can understandably use, it won't do to have the young man collapse on us when - we need him the most.
-Therefore, I wish to urge you to summon him home for the remainder - of the day and if necessary tomorrow as well. We can make do without him for that - long at least. This is not a punishment but rather a preventive measure.
-I'm sure you understand seeing how you can get lost in your - creations as well.
-I hope you will take action soon.
-Master Caratacus Lovegood.
-By now, a bowl of soup had appeared in front of Snape and was sitting, waiting for - him. Snape contemplated the letter as he stared at the wisps of damp coming from the - bowl. It was true that he hadn't seen much of Harry of late but he hadn't paid too - much attention to it. He now found that he really should have.
-He knew what Harry was like and he realized that Lovegood was right. In fact, if - Lovegood had become concerned, Harry must really be taking it too far. So - Snape used the cuff to contact Harry directly.
-'You are to come home immediately. You may resume your internship the day - after tomorrow.'
-Snape ate a few spoonful's of soup before he received a reply.
-'Can't. Busy.'
-Snape growled and wrote back. 'This is not up for negotiation. Floo back right - now or I will come and drag you here.'
-It took a while longer for Harry to reply but the answer was not satisfactory.
-'I'm in the middle of brewing some blood-replenishing potions. I - can't.'
-'That's what stasis spells are for.' Snape replied.
-It took Snape getting through his entire bowl of soup, waiting for a reply and - even when he was finished, a reply hadn't come. Nor had Harry flooed back in.
-'Last chance,' Snape wrote. But no reply came and Snape grumpily stalked - over to his fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it angrily into - the flames speaking as clearly as he could: "St Mungo's."
-Harry had taken off the distracting cuff and left it on the long table in the - middle of the lab. It was strange, but after such a long time of constantly wearing - that thing, his arm felt oddly naked without it. But Snape was starting to become - annoying and Harry could not afford any distractions right now.
-He was brewing a batch of blood-replenishing potions and was moving from cauldron - to cauldron as he added as required and stirred what needed to be stirred. In the few - rare moments in which all cauldrons were simmering peacefully, Harry took to thinking - on the theory of a cure. He had tried brewing something several times already but - never had his brew been potent enough to cure this horrendous disease. And the longer - it took him, the more people died.
-Harry shook his weary head and cleared it of all negativity by means of - Occlumency. If he hadn't mastered the arts of the mind before, he wasn't sure if he - would have been able to handle the stress of this particular internship. He realized - that the stress was largely caused by the uprising of the dissolving sweats but he - still couldn't help but wonder how other internships were compared to this one. Much - more easy-going, he would wager.
-"Harry, lad," John said. "It's about time ye ate somethin', innit?" he asked. "Ye - didnae eat breakfast either."
-"Not hungry," Harry mumbled as he continued taking notes. One of his cauldrons lit - up and Harry walked over to it to give it another stir.
-"Ye're a long time deid, ye ken," John said.
-"Hm," Harry responded. Sometimes, he didn't even recognise what John was saying - and he just found that smiling and nodding worked best.
-Since his potions were all behaving again, Harry went back to taking notes, - wondering just why the valerian root didn't work as intended in his previous batch. - It was at that moment that the door to his lab opened. Choosing to finish his - sentence before acknowledging whoever was here to pick up more potions, he scribbled - away, only barely noticing the flurry of black in the corner of his eye.
-Suddenly, the quill he was writing with was ripped out of his hand, leaving an - ugly blot on his notes. Exasperated, he looked up only to find his father standing in - front of him. The only sound he managed to produce at this revelation was less than - intelligible. "Oh."
-"We're leaving," Snape told Harry, giving him no room to argue.
-"I told you I can't," Harry tried anyway.
-"Ah think yer master is right, lad," John piped up. Harry shot him a look of - betrayal. "An' dinnae ye look at me like tha'. Yer ken tha' ye cannae keep workin' - like this."
-Snape shot a look at John that was clearly supposed to keep the man from - interfering and so he did.
-"These blood-replenishing potions won't brew themselves," Harry told Snape, - pretending he hadn't heard John.
-"I'm certain that Master Lovegood is able to procure another brewer to finish your - potions for you."
-"He won't allow this, you know," Harry said angrily.
-"On the contrary," Snape told Harry easily. "He asked me to come and get you - before you wear yourself out completely."
-Harry looked at Snape in shock, his mouth agape as if he were a fish on dry - land.
-"Now, if you'll stop trying to talk your way out of this and come with me quietly, - there won't be any trouble."
-"But I –" Harry glanced at his cauldrons longingly.
-"Ah can finish yer brews for ye," John offered. "Ah am not as good as yer, but - ah'll manage."
-With a sigh of defeat, Harry nodded. He gathered his papers, thinking that he - might at the very least be allowed to do some research at home, and put them in his - pocket. Snape frowned but said nothing. Instead, he turned around and started walking - at a rather brusque pace that reminded Harry of all the times he had had to jog to - keep up with the Potions Master at Hogwarts. Nowadays though, all Harry had to do was - quicken his pace to keep up.
-Feeling embarrassed that he would have to be escorted home by his father, Harry - kept his head down while he followed Snape, not once looking up until they reached - the fireplace.
-"You shall go first," Snape said. "And if you don't floo home, your punishment - will be severe."
-Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Where did Snape think Harry was planning - to go anyways? He grabbed a handful of floo powder, tossed it in the fireplace and - called out his destination. A few seconds later, he stumbled out of the hearth, - couching as he had inhaled some of the soot.
-He scurried out of the way just in time for Snape to come out as well, not a speck - of dust on him or his billowing robes. His eyes were stern but if Harry had been less - exhausted, he would have noticed the concern that was present as well.
-"First of all, go take a shower," Snape said.
-Harry glared at him with all the force he could muster. "You dragged me home so I - could take a shower?" he asked incredulously. "They have showers at St Mungo's, you - know."
-"Facilities you have clearly not taken advantage of in a while now," Snape - countered coolly. "Go shower now, unless you want me to come with you and scrub you - clean myself."
-Harry felt his cheeks colour red in embarrassment and hurriedly climbed the - stairs, making sure to stomp loudly with each step he took. He knew that he was - behaving in a childish manner, but he was tired. And he didn't want to argue about - any of this.
-Muttering to himself, he slammed the bathroom door, undressed and hopped into the - shower.
-By the time he got out, he noticed that his clothes had vanished and new ones had - been laid out in their place. Harry wagered that Zippy had something to do with that. - A part of him wanted to be difficult but seeing how he didn't have any other options, - he got dressed in the provided garments.
-When he was done, he walked back downstairs – not stomping his feet this time – - and halted when he saw Snape sit by the fire, reading through what looked like his - own notes.
-"How did you get those?" Harry asked in annoyance.
-"Magic," Snape replied absentmindedly. "Take a seat, please."
-Harry complied and sat down, noticing that a plate of sandwiches and fruit had - been left on the coffee table.
-"Subtle," Harry muttered but he grabbed a sandwich with cheese anyway.
-Snape finally looked up and placed Harry's research on the table, facing it - towards Harry. "Have you been researching the creation of a cure?" he asked.
-"Obviously," Harry snarled, belatedly realizing that he really was - sleep-deprived if he dared speak to Snape in such a tone.
-"Speak to me like that again and you will suffer the consequences," Snape warned. - Harry clamped his mouth shut but nodded his compliance.
-"I need to speak to you in regards to a few things," Snape said. "First of all, - the obvious. You are not taking care of yourself."
-"But I -"
-"I'm not finished," Snape said coldly. "You have not been eating, sleeping or even - bathing on a regular schedule. You may think that helps the patients at the hospital - but in the long run, it will only prove to be detrimental to their cause when you - collapse. I am quite aware of the lack of brewers St Mungo's currently faces and I - know they can't do without you for a while -"
-"Then why take me out of there?" Harry accused.
-"You're not listening!" Snape snarled, slamming his flat hand on top of the table, - nearly spilling Harry's tea. "You're destroying yourself at this rate. And if you do, - who will be better for it in the end?"
-Harry glared but did not speak.
-"I know you can see reason," Snape then said. "And I know that you're merely - trying to help. It is very admirable for you to put forth so much effort for the sake - of others. But that quality brings the risk of overexertion and I can clearly see - that you're nearly there."
-"I'm fine," Harry said evenly.
-Snape's eye twitched dangerously as he clutched his mug so tightly, Harry wondered - if he was resisting the urge to throw it.
-"You are truly making me hate that particular phrase," Snape growled. "When it - comes from you, it is never truthful and always an attempt to deflect. You are not - fine. Any dunderhead could see it. Just look at yourself."
-"What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked harshly. "People are dying every single - day! And while they are dying, they're suffering tremendously. Lovegood can't find a - cure so he's become so desperate to ask everyone – including the bloody janitors – to - try and brew a cure. Not only that! But I see Draco showing up in the hospital - because his mother had a bout of accidental magic –"
-"Narcissa was in the hospital?" Snape asked in concern. Harry stopped his angry - tirade and glanced at his father. He sighed when he realized that he should have - informed him earlier.
-"She was," Harry confirmed. "Some time ago. But she's gone home already. Draco is - really suffering, though."
-Snape sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Draco is not your responsibility, - Harry," he said. "Nor is finding a cure. This disease is particularly difficult to - overcome. It's almost as if the source of the disease has closed off all paths that - any medical ingredients would normally take."
-Harry scoffed. "I'll say. This is bloody impossible," he said angrily. "But hang - on. Do you mean to say that you've also been working on a cure?"
-"I am," Snape said honestly.
-"Why?" Harry asked, sensing that something was off. "Did Lovegood ask you to?"
-"He did not," Snape replied.
-"Then why did you suddenly develop an interest?" Harry asked sharply. "Who is in - trouble? Is it Dudley? Did he send you another letter?"
-"Of course not," Snape replied harshly. "Calm down."
-Harry shot out of his chair and glared at Snape. "Tell me what's wrong!" he - shouted.
-"Sit. Down," Snape ordered. His tone reminded Harry of Hogwarts so much that he - complied. He sat back down and seemed to shrink back into himself for a moment, - realizing that he was attacking someone who was on his side.
-"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I'm just –"
-"Tired, I'd wager," Snape told him. "You will be going to sleep for a few hours. - After that, we can talk some more over dinner."
-"But I still need to –"
-"There's nothing for you to do," Snape said in a calming voice. "For now, I merely - need you to rest up a bit. Perhaps we can compare our research later when you're able - to think more clearly."
-"Yes, sir," Harry finally complied. Now that he wasn't present on the battleground - that was St mungo's, practically brewing non-stop, he could feel the weariness of the - last months wash over him, nearly dragging him down. He wanted nothing more but to go - to sleep. So he went up to his bedroom, collapsed onto his bed and drifted off almost - immediately.
-When Harry woke up again, he felt more rested. He could have easily gone back to - sleep if he had wanted to, but he could smell the scent of food wafting up the stairs - and thought that it would be nice to eat a warm meal again. So he crept out of his - bedroom and came down the stairs when he was stopped by a familiar voice.
-"She hardly ate anything today," Maya said softly. "I don't think she has that - much longer, Severus."
-"I'm sorry," Snape replied. "But I won't give up. Not yet. Here-"
-Harry could hear the familiar sound of vials clanking together and he imagined - that Snape handed Maya some.
-"These are her supplies for tomorrow," Snape said. "Make sure that she takes them, - even if she won't take anything else."
-Harry thought he could hear someone sob and though that it was wildly - inappropriate for him to keep listening. So he came down the rest of the stairs, - making an effort to try and produce a loud enough sound to be heard but not loud - enough to be suspicious.
-When he arrived downstairs, he could see Maya withdrawing from Snape's arms as the - man looked at her with concern.
-"Don't give up," he told her. "It's not over until it's over."
-"Thank you, Severus," Maya said but her voice sounded blank. "Oh hi, Harry," she - added. "It's good to see you home."
-"Hi, Professor Bell," Harry greeted.
-"I told you to call me Maya," Maya told Harry with a smile. But Harry could see - the tell-tale glistening in her eyes.
-"I'll be off now," Maya then said. "I'll see you two later." And without waiting - for a reply, she all but stormed out the front door.
-"Dinner time," Snape told Harry as if none of that had just happened. He walked - over to the dining room table and took his customary seat, waiting for Harry to do - the same.
-"Is Emma sick?" Harry asked as he sat down.
-Snape sighed and steepled his fingers. "She is," he admitted.
-"Is it the dissolving sweats?" Harry asked rather unnecessary. Snape just nodded. - Harry groaned painfully and buried his face in his hands. "How is Alex doing?" Harry - asked, his voice muffled by his hands.
-"As well as could be anticipated," Snape replied. "He's taking care of Emma to the - best of his abilities."
-Harry looked up sharply and shot Snape an incredulous look. "Hold on," he said. - "You're telling me that Alex is with Emma right now? And you didn't think that a bit - dangerous?"
-"Harry –"
-"This disease is highly contagious!" Harry shouted. "How long has Emma been sick? - It will probably be days before Alex becomes ill as well. And what about Charlie? Has - he been allowed to stay near Emma as well?"
-"Charlie is with his grandparents," Snape said. "And Alex wouldn't leave Emma's - bedside. In fact, he had been tending to her for quite a while by the time I found - out anything was wrong. He hasn't gotten sick yet."
-Harry sighed in relief. "That's good news at least," Harry said. "But why isn't he - getting sick?"
-Snape frowned as he took in Harry's comment, tapping his finger against his upper - lip in thought. "That –" Snape said, " – is an excellent question."
-"What have you tried so far?" Harry asked, absentmindedly plating his food that - was roast with potatoes.
-"Have a look," Snape said. He passed a thick looking tome in Harry's direction. A - narrow strip of cloth was trapped between a few pages to indicate where Snape had - left off. The cover of the book was an emerald green with intricate details and - pictures of ancient runes added in relief to the thick leather. Harry opened the book - at the last additions.
-"This is your grimoire?" Harry asked.
-"Obviously," Snape said evenly.
-Harry looked at the pages where Snape had written down the recipes he had already - tried as well as the ones he was still planning on trying in the near future.
-"Don't try this one," Harry said, pointing to what Snape was going to brew next. - "It does nothing but cause shallow breathing. This next one doesn't work; this won't - work either…" Harry continued skimming the pages. "I haven't tried this one yet but - the one below that has disastrous results. Definitely don't try that one, ever."
-"Have you attempted using chamomile yet?" Snape asked.
-Harry groaned. "You would think that something so simple and common would at least - do no harm, wouldn't you?" he said. "But I tried it and it has a very adverse - reaction to someone with the disease. It's almost as if it was created with the - intention to react nastily to all logical solutions."
-"It probably was," Snape sighed.
-"What?" Harry asked.
-"I believe I told you my suspicions before," Snape told Harry, refilling his glass - of wine. "I firmly believe that Rookwood is behind all of this. If there's anything - he likes to do, it's to test his new creations be it on muggles or purebloods - alike."
-"All the victims are muggles, though," Harry pointed out.
-"They are," Snape replied. "Perhaps he tested this disease on wizards as well, - only to realize that it had no effect. The Dark Lord would have commended him for - such an epidemic, for sure."
-"But the Dark Lord is gone," Harry said.
-"Rookwood will always be a man of science," Snape said. "The problem is that he - has no ethical boundaries and is therefore very dangerous. He's also quite - intelligent. He knows how to hide away and how not to get caught. Remember, to the - populace, this disease seems completely natural. Only a few people suspect there to - be foul play in the mix. Therefore, no Aurors are chasing him down beyond keeping an - eye out for all loose death eaters."
-"But what does he want?" Harry asked.
-"That's the problem," Snape said, pointing his fork at Harry. "There's - nothing in particular that he wants. He merely wants to work in peace and create as - well as destroy what he can. He doesn't care for fame, money or glory. All he cares - about is opportunities and how to grab them."
-"So, how can we find him?" Harry growled.
-"I'm not sure, Harry," Snape said wearily. "And right now, it doesn't matter. The - disease is spreading, whether my theory is correct or not. Finding the madman behind - it comes second to finding a cure and we can't do both."
-"We?" Harry asked.
-"Since' we're both apparently working on this thing, we might as well join - forces," Snape said logically. "I think it would be nice to work together on - this."
-"Can we start now?" Harry asked eagerly.
-"Absolutely not," Snape reprimanded. "For the rest of the day, you will rest. I - will feed you dreamless sleep if I have to."
-Harry made a face. "It's still early."
-"Tomorrow, you may work with me," Snape told Harry. "But I require your mind to be - fresh and awake."
-"Fine," Harry said. "But then you should go to sleep at a decent time as - well."
-"Pardon?" Snape asked.
-"You reprimand me just fine," Harry pointed out. "But you look like you haven't - gotten all that much sleep lately, either."
-For a moment, Snape seemed taken aback but then he smiled. "As you say, - apprentice," he said. "Tomorrow then. Bright and early."
-"As the sun rises," Harry sighed.
-I know some of you have been dying for some more interaction between our two - protagonists so here it is! I hope it satisfies you until tomorrow. Please don't - forget to leave me a review. Five more chapters to come!
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-Chapter 43
-Both Snape and Harry had turned in rather early, both eager to get started on - their collaboration but not wanting to break their promise to the other.
-If Harry was entirely honest with himself, he needed this. He needed to get a full - night's rest as much as he needed that large breakfast spread he woke up to the next - morning.
-It was barely the crack of dawn but Harry hadn't felt as well-rested in a long - time. Snape was already up and sitting at the breakfast table, feeding Hedwig some - bacon strips. When he saw Harry, he motioned for the boy to take a seat next to him. - Harry complied easily and hungrily stacked his plate with pancakes.
-"Good morning, Harry," Snape said as he helped himself to some more healthy - choices like toast and fruits.
-"Good morning, dad. Good morning, Hedwig," Harry replied. Hedwig hopped over and - nipped Harry's finger affectionately. Harry stroked her feathers, smiling as he - reconnected to his familiar.
-"Have you been helping Severus in the lab, girl?" he asked her. Hedwig ruffled her - feathers angrily and hooted once. Harry frowned at Snape.
-"I didn't normally take her advice," Snape said easily as he sipped his tea. "Your - owl seems to believe that she knows potions better than I do." Hedwig hooted again - but looked away. Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
-At that moment, there was a tapping sound at the window and Snape got up to allow - the two awaiting owls entry. One of them carried with him the daily prophet. Snape - paid the owl to receive the paper and it was off again without even waiting for some - food or water. The second owl, however, flew over to Harry's chair, landed on top of - it – much to Hedwig's dismay – and extended its foot.
-"And who do you belong to?" Harry asked the Ural owl that simply hooted in reply. - Harry had never seen one in real life before. He accepted the letter and offered the - owl some of his breakfast. There was plenty to go around anyway. Hedwig fluffed her - feathers as she stared menacingly at the newcomer but the Ural simply ignored her as - it dunked its beak into a bowl of water.
-The letter was sealed by a wax sign of a black eagle perching in an oak tree. Not - knowing what this meant, Harry opened the letter and read the contents.
-Esteemed potioneer Harry Potter,
-We contact you in regards to the Magic Muggle Potion you have - invented a few months ago. We were quite intrigued, reading about it in the practical - potioneer but still have many questions regarding the concoction. Therefore, we would - like to request a meeting with you at a time that suits you.
-As we understand it, you are naturally quite busy at the moment but - if you could kindly fit us into your schedule somewhere in the near future, that - would be most agreeable.
-H. Spilogaster
-The German guild of theoretical and practical potioneering and - alchemical solutions.
-Harry practically rolled his eyes at the letter. He did not want to get into - this right now.
-"Who sent it?" Snape asked, his eyes not leaving the daily prophet.
-"The potioneer guild in Germany," Harry replied sounding absolutely bored. - "They want to meet about the Magic Muggle potion as if I have the –"
-Snape looked up from the prophet as he regarded Harry. The boy was holding the - parchment mid-crumple but had frozen his movements. "Harry?"
-"I am an idiot," Harry mumbled.
-"What makes you say that?" Snape asked, intrigued.
-"The Magic Muggle potion!" Harry all but shouted. "Don't you see? - That's why Alex didn't get sick yet! That could be the catalyst to - curing this disease!"
-Snape groaned and slapped himself on the forehead. "It's painfully obvious when - you say it like that," he said. "Merlin, how could I have been so blind? The illness - has no effect on wizard folk. The potion must have reacted with his innate magic - enough to give him the same protection!"
-"Sleep-deprivation got us both, it would seem," Harry said. "Let's go brew it - right away."
-"Of course," Snape agreed. Harry sent off the Ural owl without a reply and hurried - down the stairs to the potions lab, following closely behind Snape. Before they could - close the door, Hedwig flew in as well and casually landed on her perch, looking just - a tad too pleased with herself.
-"You know this potion better than I do," Snape told Harry. "Go ahead and brew it. - I will prepare your ingredients."
-Harry paused for a moment to stare at Snape incredulously. Did Severus Snape – one - of the greatest Potions Masters of his time – just offer to be second violin to - Harry's first? Just like that?
-"Would you cease your gawking and get started?" Snape admonished. "You just had a - breakthrough teetering on the edge of an epiphany. Do something with it." Hedwig - hooted her agreement. Harry just snorted and got to work.
-He filled his cauldron with water and got the fire started at exactly the right - intensity. By the time he had selected the appropriate stirring rod, Snape had - already prepared the first ingredients Harry would need.
-"If this works, we might need to contact Ms Lovegood about supplying us with more - dirigible plums," Snape said as he was slicing one to ribbons.
-"If this works," Harry replied, "I'm sure that she would be happy to give us every - last one she has."
-They brewed together in record time without Hedwig making even one comment. They - worked like a well-oiled machine together and even though there was much at stake, - Harry had rarely felt as content as he did at that moment. Glancing at Snape a couple - of times, he was pretty sure that the man felt the same way. Harry couldn't help but - reminisce about his very first Potions class and how disastrous that had gone. He - snorted at the thought of that Snape knowing how things would end up.
-"It looks as it should," Snape suddenly said. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin - when he noticed Snape's close proximity but he was able to hold himself together.
-"Yes," he agreed. "This is the Magic Muggle potion. Now we have to see if it will - work or not."
-"Then I suggest we go, immediately," Snape said, already bottling some of the - concoction and putting the rest in a stasis field to tend to later.
-They hurried towards Alex's home in silence, ignoring the rays of the sun that - were harsh enough to cause the sky to shimmer. Conditions that weren't good for the - ill.
-They didn't even need to knock. Maya must have seen them coming from afar since - she opened the door before they even reached the threshold. Her expression held - something akin to both hope and fear.
-"You look hopeful," she said in a sort of weary excitement.
-"There's no time," Snape told her as he rushed past her. "We'll explain - later."
-Harry followed Snape, glancing at Maya as he went but she made no attempt to stop - them. Instead, she closed the door and rushed over to the sitting room where Alex - probably was.
-Snape barged into the bedroom as if he owned the place and crouched down at the - bed that stood against the wall, facing the window. Harry stepped inside as well and - gasped at the sight of Emma. The poor woman, who had been so full of life at - Christmas, was now skin and bones. Her eyes were sunken in and her skin had an - unhealthy grey tone to it. Her hair had lost all sheen and virility and was now - limply framing her face. When she extended her hand in Snape's direction, Harry could - see it tremble before Snape grabbed it. And yet, she smiled.
-"Hello Severus," she greeted with a hoarse voice. "How kind of you to come and - bring Harry along."
-"There's no time for chit-chat," Snape said as he uncorked the vial.
-"No, there never is with you," Emma chuckled weakly. "What have you brought for me - today?"
-"Hopefully," Snape replied as he helped Emma to sit up, "a cure."
-"That would be lovely," Emma sighed. She was too weak to hold onto the potion - itself but Snape lifted it to her lips and helped her drink it until she finished the - last drop. He then gave her some water to wash away the taste. Harry noticed that her - sheets were flecked with blood but Snape had taken notice as well and had waved his - wand to get rid of the substance.
-They waited a few minutes to allow the potion to work before Snape took out his - wand and cast a diagnostic charm on Emma. Harry stood next to him to read the - magically conjured parchment alongside Snape. The results were… not as they would - have hoped.
-"Don't look so depressed," Emma said kindly. "You did your best."
-"This doesn't make sense," Harry insisted. "It worked for Alex. Why wouldn't - it-"
-"We're close to figuring this out, Emma," Snape said, interrupting Harry. "You'll - see us soon. Hang in there, alright?"
-"I'll try," Emma said weakly. "But don't wait too long, alright?"
-Snape clasped her hand between both of his in a moment of comfort before gently - putting it down and motioned for Harry to come with him. Alex and Maya were already - waiting for them downstairs. The hope in their expressions broke Harry's heart. He - had been sure that this was the solution. And it wasn't. It was enough to drive - anyone into desperation.
-"Join me in the sitting room," Snape said and he walked in without even waiting - for a reply. Maya and Alex exchanged a glance and Harry couldn't help but think that - if this could all end well, those two would be closer than ever. Alex might not even - call Maya insane anymore.
-"What do you want to tell me?" Alex asked in a quivering voice. "Do you want me to - stop hoping? Will you tell me that it's too late? That you tried everything? Because - I won't accept that!"
-Harry noticed that Alex didn't look so good either. He too had clearly lost a lot - of weight in a short amount of time. There were dark bags under his eyes and he was - constantly fidgeting nervously.
-"Alex," Snape said and Harry couldn't help but wonder when exactly Snape had - stopped saying 'Alexander'. "We did try everything we could. We thought that we - finally had it but it didn't work."
-"I can't figure out why though," Harry said, biting his thumb. "If it worked for - Alex –"
-"What?" Alex asked. "What worked for me?"
-Snape sighed as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "The potion you drank in order - to fly a broom," Snape told him. "It was probably what made you resistant to the - disease in the first place."
-Alex jumped up at that. "Then why won't it work on her?"
-"It would appear that it works as a preventive measure," Snape explained calmly. - "But it doesn't have any healing properties."
-"Can't you just add some healing herbs to it?" Alex asked unwittingly.
-"It doesn't work like that," Snape explained with a patience he would never show - in class. "All potions rely on the perfection of their composition quite heavily. - Adding one more ingredient could render the whole thing useless. This is true even - more so in this particular potion since it relies heavily on the use of innate - magic."
-Maya sighed. "It's a shame that we don't know the whereabouts of the staff of - Caduceus," she said hopelessly. "The book described it as being able to integrate - healing properties into any potion."
-"The staff of Hermes?" Harry asked. "Wasn't that just a myth?"
-Maya smiled weakly. "If you'll remember the first lesson we had together," she - said, "you'll remember that some of those myths were based on truth. Even Pythagoras - wielded the staff at some point."
-Snape got out of his chair so quickly that it toppled over.
-"Severus?" Harry asked. "What's wrong?"
-"Maya, you might have just saved your sister's life," Snape said excitedly. - "Harry, come along right now."
-"But where –"
-Snape didn't give Harry any time to finish his sentence. He just grabbed him by - the wrist and all but dragged him behind him. Without so much as a farewell or - warning, Snape spun on his heel and with a loud crack, the pair of them - disapparated.
-The surprise apparition was enough to force Harry onto his knees as soon as they - landed. Snape didn't give him the time to recover, though. Instead, he dragged Harry - to his feet and led the boy behind him.
-"There's no time for that now," Snape said as he took some hasty strides.
-Harry leaned on Snape's arm until the world stopped spinning and looked up to see - where they were. They had landed right in front of the pyramid that was the base of - the potions guild.
-"Why are we here?" Harry asked.
-"You still didn't figure it out?" Snape asked as he started climbing the steps. - "The staff Maya was talking about. The one that's described in the book the Weasley - twins procured for me. It's hanging in these very halls!"
-"It's what?" Harry asked incredulously.
-"You were probably too nervous to notice last time, but it's right here. The staff - of Caduceus otherwise know as the staff of Hermes. It has been an heirloom to the - guild for a very long time, gifted to us by Pythagoras himself."
-"And you didn't think to use it before?" Harry asked, already panting as he was - climbing the stairs. He wondered why they couldn't just apparate directly to the top. - How did all of those old men do this?
-"It can't heal diseases by itself," Snape explained, not out of breath in the - least. "As Maya said, it can provide healing properties to any potion without - disrupting its harmony. Don't you see? This is perfect!"
-They reached the top. The door was closed but Snape was able to open it with a - mere touch of his palm and a hissed password. The door swung inward with a soft - keening and Snape swept inside. Harry followed to see the staff hanging on the wall - in plain sight. Right next to a shield that looked like a Gryphon, bracing itself - with its wings. Perhaps he had seen it before.
-Snape lifted the staff from the wall and Harry half-expected the ceiling to cave - in or for boobytraps to spring into action but none of that happened.
-"Anyone can just take it?" Harry asked incredulously.
-"Anyone that's been anointed in the guild," Snape replied impatiently. "Now come - on, there's no time to lose."
-Together, they swept out of the guildhall again, climbed down the stony steps and - apparated as soon as they could. This time, Harry was prepared and did not - falter.
-"Won't Lovegood notice it's gone?" Harry asked as they hurried into their - house.
-"He will have received a notification that I took it right about now," Snape told - Harry. "But I'm quite certain that he will be most pleased if this works. Using the - staff should not put a dent in that victory. After all, it's what Hermes intended - when he created this artefact in the first place."
-When they stumbled back into the lab, they inadvertently woke up Hedwig who looked - at them with a reprimanding look on her face. She fluffed her feathers but made no - sound as she was suddenly distracted by the golden gleam of the staff.
-"It is quite fortunate that we decided to leave the rest of the potion for later," - Snape said. "Or we would have to brew the whole thing over again."
-Harry stood there somewhat forlornly when Snape swivelled to look at him. "Well?" - he asked. "What are you waiting for? Draw your alchemical circle."
-Harry sprung into action at once, grabbed some of the chalk that was stowed away - in the desk and started drawing. Snape was watching him intently but didn't seem to - take any action of his own. As if he knew what Harry was thinking, he spoke up.
-"You're the one who created the potion," he said. "That's why it has to be you who - alters it. If we don't do it like this, the artefact might not respond as we wish it - to. And I'd rather not try again simply because we were too hasty."
-"Understood," Harry said. When he finished the last intricate rune that was a part - of the circle, he got up, removed the stasis that was on the cauldron and accepted - the staff from Snape. It was quite heavy and unwieldy. It felt warm to the touch and - while they were standing in the containment field, it seemed to want to reach out to - the potion.
-Harry could see white and golden threads of innate magic coming from the staff and - licking the blue threads that exuded from the Magic Muggle potion as if they were - nothing but a mist. He could hear the sound of bells and got the vague impression - that something was talking to him. Guiding him.
-'Reach out,' something inside of him said. 'Reach out with your own - source and I shall comply.'
-Harry looked at Snape to see if the man had heard the same thing he had but he was - simply regarding Harry with great interest.
-Harry let go of the staff with one hand and tried to focus his innate magic into - it, as he had done many times before. Long strips of what seemed to be white ribbons - materialised into thin air and Harry used them, nay, guided them to grab hold of the - golden tendrils and directed them to come into contact with the blue mist.
-He weaved the different magics together as if they were a tapestry that needed - completing. He tried to find the natural balance between them and listened as the - staff seemed to direct him. It was a draining experience, but one that felt - absolutely wholesome. He knew that this was right. And when the potion began to shine - with a golden sheen, Harry realized that it was complete. He cut the golden tendrils - carefully and allowed them to settle where they were ingrained.
-"I think it has been done," Harry told Snape. The man was staring at him with - something that resembled awe. It looked entirely foreign on the Potions Master's - face.
-"There's no time for praise or questions," Harry told Snape evenly, though he felt - the quiver of excitement still present in his voice. "We have to get this potion to - Emma."
-"As you say," Snape said, his gravelly voice grounding Harry once more. "Fill a - vial and put a stasis on the rest of it."
-"Yes sir," Harry complied. He carefully measured one portion, not spilling a drop - in the process, and charmed the vial to keep it from breaking for good measure. He - pocketed the potion and raced up the stairs.
-"Let's go!" he called unnecessarily because Snape was right behind him. The staff - lay forgotten in the lab.
-For the second time that day, they raced to Alex's home, the new and improved - potion in Harry's pocket. Once more, Maya opened the door before they could even - reach the threshold and as before, they raced up the stairs without even - acknowledging Maya's presence. This time though, Alex was standing next to her, a - hopeful expression on his face as he watched the two potioneers climb the stairs - towards his wife.
-When they barged in the door, they found Emma still awake, looking at them with - eyes that were much too bright, a small trickle of blood coming from the corner of - her mouth.
-"Twice in one day?" she asked weakly. "You pamper me too much."
-Snape took a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to gently dab away the - blood on Emma's face. He then grabbed the potion Harry handed to him and showed it to - Emma1; "Drink this, if you will," he said importantly.
-"This better not be poison," Emma chuckled softly.
-"Don't play coy right now," Snape growled. "There'll be plenty of time for that - later."
-"Oh Severus, you always know what to say," Emma said, smiling weakly. But Snape's - glare caused her to acquiesce. She allowed Snape to help her sit up and bring the - vial to her mouth. The potion was surrounded by a golden sheen that Harry would bet - would glow in the dark. As Emma drank, that same golden sheen seemed to envelop her - body. Snape had to help her steady the vial as she almost gave up drinking halfway - but the Potions Master wouldn't let her.
-When the vial was empty to the very last drop, Snape and Harry watched Emma - carefully, waiting for that golden glow to disappear. When it finally did, Snape took - out his wand and cast the diagnostic spell once more, Harry hovering next to him, as - he read the results.
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-Chapter 44
-Snape and Harry both stared at the piece of magically produced paper as the - results made themselves known. Even when the quill stopped writing, there was a pause - in which neither wizard knew what to say. To Harry's mortification, he could feel the - onset of tears in his eyes as he looked at the results.
-"Another failure is it?" Emma asked. There wasn't even disappointment in her voice - and Harry realized that she had lost all hope.
-"My apologies, Emma," Snape said plainly. "But for once, you are incorrect. It - worked."
-"Excuse me?" Emma asked.
-"The potion has taken effect nicely," Snape told her again. "There is no more - trace of the illness. In fact, some pre-emptive healing has already been done."
-"Severus," Emma said, "I know you're new to making jokes, but this is a rather bad - time to start with it."
-Snape chuckled and sat on the edge of Emma's bed, showing her the parchment.
-"Look here," he told her. "These fluctuating values show me that your body had - begun its healing process. And the blank space beneath it indicates a lack of foreign - intruders. The disease is gone."
-"Do you mean –" Emma choked, "- I'm not going to die?"
-Snape actually cracked a smile. "You are not," he said kindly. "As long as you - manage to stay in bed for another two weeks or so while your body heals. You are - still severely weakened and your organs need time to recuperate."
-Then, Snape looked at Harry to find him looking a bit shellshocked. "Harry?" he - asked carefully.
-"It worked?" Harry asked. "It actually worked?"
-"The staff of Caduceus is a powerful artefact," Snape explained. "The combination - of it with your potion was truly a stroke of genius if I do say so myself."
-Harry couldn't help the giant grin that spread on his lips. They made a cure. They - really made a cure!
-"We have to go tell everyone!" Harry suddenly exclaimed. "Maya and Alex must be - worried sick!"
-"That would be a fine idea," Snape agreed. "Why don't you call them up here?"
-That's exactly what Harry did. He exited the bedroom and positioned himself on top - of the stairs. When he looked down, he saw Maya and Alex looking up at him with worry - in their eyes.
-"Could you two come up here?" Harry asked. "Something important happened!"
-Maya and Alex glanced at each other for one moment before they both bounded up the - stairs, slipping past Harry as they entered the bedroom.
-"What happened?" Alex asked as he hurriedly grabbed Emma's hand. "Is it bad? Oh - God, no. Please don't let it be bad. Is it good? Did you make some progress?"
-Snape handed Maya the diagnostic parchment with a smile and addressed his best - friend. "Alex," he said importantly. "Emma will be fine. We found the cure. It - worked."
-"It – it did?" Alex stammered. "Do you mean it?"
-"Why do people assume that I would make light of a situation such as this?" Snape - asked annoyedly. "Yes, I mean it. She simply needs to take the potions I will provide - and keep to the bed for another fortnight."
-"Severus," Maya then said. Harry noticed that the parchment in her hands was - trembling. She glanced between Emma and Snape several times before enthusiastically - throwing her arms around Snape's neck and kissing him wildly. "You did it!" she - exclaimed. "You really did it!"
-"Well," Snape said as he recovered from Maya's attack. "I need to give credit - where credit is due. This was actually Harry's creation. All I did was get the staff. - Harry did all the work."
-"You did?" Maya asked incredulously.
-Harry grinned as he held his hands up defensively. "You're welcome," he said, - afraid that Maya might assault him much as she had Snape. "It's fine really."
-There was no way he could've stopped her short of using magic. Maya threw herself - at Harry, embraced him tightly and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "You are - absolutely brilliant," she told him.
-"I learned from the best," Harry pointed out embarrassedly.
-"I think it's time we left Emma and Alex in peace," Snape said. "All of this - excitement would still be too much for Emma to handle. Besides, I believe that we - need to make our way to St Mungo's rather urgently."
-"Oh, of course," Harry said. "I can't wait to see the look on chief Lovegood's - face."
-"Severus," Alex said as he stopped Snape from leaving by grabbing his robes. - "Thank you. Thank you so much. I will always be indebted to you after this."
-"Think nothing of it," Snape told Alex. "That's what friends are for."
-When Snape and Harry flooed into St Mungo's, it was rather telling how little - attention was paid to them. Even with Snape holding a rather obvious staff and Harry - being – well – Harry, no one so much as glanced at them as they all hurried about, - tending to the needs of the next victim.
-"Let's go to chief Lovegood's office," Harry told Snape, already hurrying to make - his way there. "He's usually in there nowadays."
-Snape followed closely behind his apprentice as they dodged and weaved past nurses - and concerned relatives of patients alike.
-"I wonder what the practical potioneer will have to say about this," Harry mumbled - while they were walking.
-Snape snorted. "The practical potioneer? Your face will probably be on the front - page of every newspaper in existence."
-Harry chuckled. "Nothing I'm not used to, I suppose."
-When they reached Lovegood's office, they barged in without even knocking to find - the chief hunched over his desk, scribbling away furiously. He did look up when the - two potioneers shut the door. His eyes shifted to the staff in Snape's hand and his - lips formed into a thin line.
-"Severus, Mr Potter," he greeted. "I am eagerly awaiting your explanation for - taking one of our most prized artefacts."
-"My apprentice used it to create the cure you require," Snape said evenly as if he - was describing the weather. "I take it that our measures will be excused once you - witness the results?"
-Lovegood eyed both younger wizards critically before lowering his gaze to the - potion in Harry's hand.
-"You are certain?" he asked. "This will work?"
-"It will," Harry said confidently. "The effect is instantaneous. Not only that but - after taking this potion, the muggle in question will be immune to the disease for - the rest of their lives."
-"I will believe it when I see it," Lovegood said. He got up from his chair and - motioned for the two potioneers to follow him. They did as they were told and noticed - that Lovegood was leading them to the medical wing that held all of the diseased - muggles they had been able to round up so far.
-They looked absolutely miserable. Not only were they clearly suffering because of - the disease, but they were also separated from their families and friends, having - been practically abducted by people with powers they had never deemed possible.
-Harry had noticed that the nurses had tried putting muggles who knew each other - together but more often than not, the sick individuals were alone. Some of the - patients were mere children. And while they adapted a lot better to the discovery - that magic was a real thing, they did not cope with the fact that they were left all - alone very well.
-The nurses and staff were doing the best they could to appease the frayed nerves - of the muggles present, but their words proved to be of little comfort to the - suffering mass.
-"I assume this portion was measured for an adult?" Lovegood asked.
-"Yes," Harry replied as his eyes were still scanning the enormous number of - muggles.
-They walked to the back of the wing where the oldest and therefore most critical - of the patients were stationed.
-"Mr Williams," Lovegood said, addressing an elderly looking man who was clearly in - a bad way but was still trying his best to glare at his visitors. "We believe that we - have produced a cure for your ailments."
-"Go pour it down someone else's throat," Mr Williams said gruffly with as much - strength as he could muster. "I'm an old man, anyway."
-"I assure you that if this works, we will administer the cure to the other - patients as well," Lovegood promised. "But since you're by far the most critical of - patients, I insist that you drink the potion."
-"I don't need your hocus pocus," Mr Williams growled. "I don't believe in any of - this. Why won't you just bring me to a real hospital, already?"
-"Drink the potion, Mr Williams," Lovegood urged. "I promise you that we're merely - trying to help. You would be dead within a day if we brought you to one of your - regular hospitals."
-The elderly muggle allowed his eyes to roam from Lovegood to Snape – who was - looking decidedly disinterested – and Harry, who imagined there was something akin to - pity in his eyes.
-"Fine," Mr Williams said. "I'll drink it. But just this once."
-"Once will suffice," Snape said easily.
-The man drank the potion with the help of a pretty nurse and marvelled at the glow - that seemed to emanate from his hands as he watched it take effect.
-"Interesting," Lovegood said as he watched. When the glow finally subsides, Snape - spoke again.
-"You can cast your diagnostic charm now, Caratacus," he said. "You'll find that - we've spoken the truth."
-Lovegood glanced at Snape and Harry one last time before casting the spell and - reading the parchment that came into existence. Harry noticed that Mr Williams - appeared rather fearful at the sight of the magically conjured item and hoped that - the ministry would be able to send enough Aurors here to obliviate everyone when this - was all over.
-"I can't believe it," Lovegood said after rereading the parchment several times - over. "Mr Williams is cured. There is no more trace of the illness."
-"I never realized before how much you doubt my word, Caratacus," Snape said. "I - believe I should show some kind of dislike in regard to that realisation."
-"Oh, would you stop, Severus?" Lovegood snarled. "Even I couldn't make a cure. - Forgive me if I was doubtful that a mere apprentice might succeed where I didn't. Are - you certain that you had nothing to do with it?"
-"All I did was retrieve the staff," Snape said honestly. "The potion is a variant - of one Harry has created a while ago. It all makes sense if you think about it."
-Lovegood glanced at Mr Williams and the other patients that had grown still and - were listening in by now. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion in my office. I - assume you have the time?"
-"Not too long, though," Harry said. "We need to start brewing a great deal more of - the potion. And I doubt there are enough dirigible plums here to brew what we - need."
-"Yes, my brother is sure to have a large supply of the things simply lying - around," Lovegood said. "But, dirigible plums? You simply must explain to me where - those come in…"
-The conversation in Lovegood's office had not been about much more than Harry - sharing the recipe and explaining where the staff came in and how to ingrain the - magic from it. Unfortunately for Lovegood, the creation of this potion required a - great deal of skill that could not be expected to be had by any of the interns - currently working at St Mungo's, save for Harry, of course.
-Not only that, but most of the resident brewers that had been left were not - capable of brewing this complicated draught at all. This meant that Snape was briefly - enlisted – with the promise of a very nice salary – to assist Harry with brewing the - Magic Muggle potion. They were moved into lab nine for this since John would merely - get in the way of their alchemical circles. And for a brief instant, even Caratacus - Lovegood himself came to assist with the creation of this cure.
-The muggles were starting to get better and the ones that were completely cured - were brought home by an Auror who obliviated the patient and their families as well - as all the concerned parties in the direct vicinity of said muggles to make it seem - as if they never left in the first place. Suffice to say that this was an endeavour - of epic proportions that not only called for an increase in working hours in every - Auror's day but also proved to be quite an expensive endeavour to the ministry of - magic that was forced to cover the costs of both the stay of the muggles in St - Mungo's as well as their reassertion into their everyday life.
-Thus, the minister was forced to increase taxes which was met with much anger and - resentment towards the ministry, not only because of the increase in costs but also - because of the minister's ineptitude that was the cause of the epidemic in the first - place. After all, had they caught all the Death Eater's by now, this would probably - never have happened.
-Many of the pureblood families were simply upset by the fact that the minister was - stepping in to help the muggles in the first place – using their hard-earned money to - do so - rather than having them fend for themselves. All in all, the truth was that - no one was no longer happy with the man and so, he was forced to resign by the time - that most muggles had finally been cured.
-That day was a happy day for Harry but it had absolutely nothing to do with the - political consequences that went on in the background. After all, he couldn't care - less.
-No, in fact, he had just finished what would probably be the last batch of the - Magic Muggle potion and he was expected in Lovegood's office. Wiping his hands but - unable to rid them of all the potion stains he had received here in St Mungo's, he - watched the completed potion in the last cauldron he had been brewing in with a - forlorn smile. Snape had stopped helping a week ago. After all, he needed to be back - at Hogwarts to make his final preparations for the start of the new school year.
-It was over. Harry tossed the rag on the long table in the middle of the lab and - made his way to Lovegood's office. On his way there, he stuck his head into lab - seven. His lab, where John was working on what appeared to be tissue - restorative draughts.
-"Hello, John," Harry greeted as he leaned against the doorframe.
-"Harry," John greeted. He seemed to be somewhat upset.
-"Is something the matter?" Harry asked, wondering how anyone could be upset at a - time like this.
-John sighed and turned around. "It's nothin', lad," he said. "It's simply been no - fun fur this auld chap to be brewin' by 'imself, you understand?"
-"I'm sorry, John," Harry said. "I didn't mean to leave you here by yourself. But I - needed to work with alchemical circles and the wrong kind of influence could have - ruined the whole thing."
-"Aye lad, ah understand," John replied. "That dinnae mean that ah 'ave ter like - it, though."
-"You'll see plenty of me starting tomorrow," Harry said. "I'll be back to brewing - the regular potions, no doubt. And I still have something else I need to work on, as - well."
-"Busy as ever, are ye?" John chuckled. "Ah'll be lookin' forward to it, lad."
-"Me too," Harry said. "I have to go now. Lovegood asked for me."
-"Course he did," John grumbled. "Off ye go then. Go on." He waved a cloth in - Harry's direction who waved at the old apprentice and took off.
-As he walked towards Lovegood's office, he noticed just how calm the hospital was - in regards to a week ago. There were a lot fewer patients and Aurors present now and - the most urgent cases were back to being accidental transformations and splicing. - Harry never thought he could be so happy to see a nurse fuss over a wizard with a - large chunk of his shoulder missing. Trying not to smile too much, he finally entered - Lovegood's office who was arranging some papers before tossing them in the bin.
-"Ah, Harry," Lovegood greeted jovially. "Take a seat, would you? Did you want a - nice cuppa?"
-"That sounds lovely," Harry agreed, easily lowering himself into the most - comfortable chair Lovegood owned, besides his own. "What did you call me here for, - Caratacus?"
-Lovegood conjured a teapot, two cups and a tray of biscuits before taking a seat - across from Harry and filling Harry's teacup before getting to his own.
-"If you'll remember, I offered a reward to anyone who was able to create the cure - for this horrible illness," he said, to the point as ever.
-"I remember," Harry said smartly. "A large sum of money and your promise that you - would help me in creating a potion to cure dementia."
-Lovegood sighed. "Is that what you were doing back then? Well, a promise - given is a promise kept."
-"While I appreciate that you feel this way, I wonder if you were willing to - bargain?" Harry asked, adding some honey to his tea.
-Lovegood quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "And what is it that you wish to change - in our agreement?" he asked. "I thought I was being rather generous."
-"Oh, very much so," Harry agreed. "But I find that I do not need such a large sum - of money, nor do I want it."
-"No?" Lovegood asked, sipping his own tea. "Do tell. There's hardly anything I - could refuse you at this point."
-Harry grabbed a biscuit before leaning back and meeting Lovegood's gaze with a - serious look of his own. "I want your vote in the council," he said matter-of-factly. - "I wish to be anointed as a Master and I do believe that I have earned the right, - wouldn't you agree?"
-Lovegood smirked as he too leaned back. "Are you certain that you're not a - Slytherin?" he asked.
-Harry leaned forward as if he was about to tell Lovegood a secret and smiled. - "Don't tell anyone but I really am. I simply tricked the sorting hat as well as - Gryffindor house to think I was a Gryffindor. But I was actually a Slytherin from the - start."
-Lovegood laughed heartily, spilling droplets of tea as he shook with glee. "My - boy, you are simply too much," he said. "But I agree with your proposed change in our - contract. I shall put the question of your Mastery to a new vote and recommend you to - each and every one of the council members."
-"I'm sure that will suffice," Harry said, smiling kindly. "But I would still - require your help with the potion."
-"By all means," Lovegood said easily. "I would be quite interested to be involved - in the process of your creations first-hand."
-"Then I suppose we have a deal," Harry said, offering his hand.
-Lovegood chuckled and shook it. "You have surprised me, Harry Potter," he said. - "At first I thought there was nothing special about you but your name and scar but - you have proven yourself many times over."
-"Thank you, sir," Harry said, feeling himself flush. "That means a lot."
-"Now if you could show me what you have come up with so far, I'll happily take a - look at your potion with you."
-"I hoped you might say that," Harry said. He waved his wand and a few pieces of - parchment appeared out of thin air. It was a charm John had taught him at some point - when he saw just what a mess his stack of papers was becoming. He grabbed the notes - he had made thus far and showed them to Lovegood.
-"Before I was forced to quit my experiments, I was thinking of using pansy petals - as the catalyst for this potion," he said.
-"That makes a lot of sense," Lovegood told him. "Pansy flowers have been known to - be good for the memory. Did you consider using shavings of unicorn horn as well?"
-"Of course," Harry said. "And I was wondering if I could attempt to use the staff - for this potion as well."
-"I would gladly lend it to you, Harry," Lovegood said amiably. "But it's a - courtesy I will not be granting you too often. Do keep in mind that it's a valuable - artefact and heirloom to the guild. Other brewers may have use for it."
-"I will make sure not to wear out your patience," Harry chuckled. "I merely wish - to use it, just this once."
-"You're quite inventive, do you realize that?" Lovegood said as he refilled his - cup. "Have you always tackled your duties with such intensity?"
-"Not at all," Harry chuckled. "But I did have some madman after me before. And - besides, I have someone I want to make proud now."
-"Your Master?" Lovegood asked.
-"My father," Harry replied, smiling softly.
-Only three more chapters to go! for those who want a say in the matter, I have - three ideas on what to write after I'm done with TPM. I posted the first chapter of - each idea on my discord channel with a pol underneath it for people to vote what they - would prefer to see next. The link to the discord is on my profile.
-In any case, please do send a review my way. Oh, it pleases me so. *Happy - grin*
-I know I said I wasn't going to update in the weekends anymore, but you have - all been so great with reviewing this last week that I couldn't help myself. So, as a - big thank you to everyone, here's the chapter somewhat earlier. You might find it to - be a poisoned gift, though...
-Chapter 45
-It was impossible to truly recognise what time it was when one was brewing in the - St Mungo's laboratories since the torches burnt magically all day long and there was - no window to indicate the position of any of the celestial bodies. Therefore, Harry - relied solely on the growling of his stomach to indicate just when it was time for - lunch, though it was not always accurate.
-When another loud growl elicited a chuckle from chief Lovegood, Harry grinned - sheepishly. "Perhaps it's time for us to get some lunch?" he asked slyly.
-"A fine idea," Lovegood said. "Our minds don't work all that well on an empty - stomach."
-"Do you want to join us, John?" Harry asked politely.
-"Nay, Harry," John replied. "Ah wouldn't dream of getting' in the way of yer - complicated discussions. Ye'd best get on without me."
-"If you say so," Harry said, shaking his head bemusedly. Come to think of it, he - had never seen John eat in the upper levels before. He always stayed downstairs, - eating what little food he brought. Despite his outgoing nature towards Harry, the - man really did seem to appreciate his solitude. Harry could respect that.
-As they sat in the courtyard, the two potioneers couldn't help but discuss the - project they were currently working on. And even though Harry knew that he had roped - Lovegood into doing this with some Slytherin tactics of sorts, he could tell that the - older Master was actually enjoying himself. He imagined that it was a rather welcome - distraction from the normal office work he normally had to do.
-"I think that we should try adding some tears of Mnemosyne," Harry said as he - munched on a piece of toast. "I know what you're going to say. It's too expensive. - But I honestly couldn't care less."
-"Harry, we've been over this –"
-"So, St Mungo's won't fund any potions to do with mental illness. I get it. But I - could at least pay for the ingredient myself."
-"Why are you so insistent on creating this potion?" Lovegood asked. "You never did - tell me what sparked your sudden interest. Is it because of someone in the - family?"
-"Not family," Harry said. "It's to help one of my friends."
-"You know, Harry, it's not a good idea to allow your personal feelings to guide - your progress," Lovegood said importantly though he looked less so with jam on his - cheek.
-Harry snorted. "It's how I've made my best creations," he said, "The cure to the - dissolving sweats being one of them."
-Lovegood sighed. "Severus did warn me that you tend to give your emotions free - rein," he said.
-Harry rolled his eyes but smiled. "As much as I appreciate you two discussing the - subject of me, I assure you that he worries too much."
-"A young man like yourself needs to be worried about," Lovegood said, buttering a - new piece of toast. "Otherwise, you'll run yourself ragged."
-"If it's to help my friends, I'll do anything," Harry said easily. "Besides, I - have been taking it easier. Look, I'm eating." As if to demonstrate, he - shoved just a few too many apple slices into his mouth and started chewing vigorously - in annoyance with himself.
-Lovegood chuckled. "So I've noticed," he said. "So, about those tears. If you - truly think that they will help your progress, I will order them immediately."
-"I'll pay you back, sir," Harry said after he swallowed his apple slices.
-"Just this once, I will pay for them," Lovegood said. "So you'd better make them - count."
-"I promise that I will," Harry said dutifully.
-"See to it that you do," Lovegood said, pointing his toast at Harry. "Or I'll have - you scrubbing cauldrons to pay me back."
-Harry groaned. "I thought I was done with all that when I finished Hogwarts."
-"Ah, think again, young friend," Lovegood said happily. "The dishwashers are - rather cross with me because of the number of cauldrons you send over there every - day."
-"I'm sure you can scare them into submission," Harry said casually.
-"That depends on the number of cauldrons," Lovegood chuckled. "We're almost past - the point where my stern demeanour is not enough to keep them placated."
-"Oh dear," Harry said sardonically. "I suppose I'll simply need to stop brewing so - much."
-"Going home on time would help," Lovegood pointed out.
-"I will," Harry said. "As soon as I'm able to help my friend."
-"On the condition that no other friend of yours will desperately seek help - afterwards," Lovegood said cleverly.
-"Exactly!" Harry said, grinning widely. "But don't worry. I really don't have - that many friends."
-"As long as the ones that you have are good ones," Lovegood said.
-"Oh yes," Harry told him. "They are the best."
-True to his word, Lovegood had ordered ten tears of Mnemosyne right after lunch. - He had impressed in his letter that he – as the head of St Mungo's – had urgent need - of the ingredient and that he would not stand for any delays. This assured Harry that - he would have access to the ingredient by morning at the latest.
-Unfortunately, he had not been able to produce a potion with the desired results - just yet. It helped that Lovegood was with him and it was nice trying to figure the - problem out but at the same time, Harry was very aware of the trouble Draco was in at - that exact moment, so he couldn't bring himself to enjoy this collaboration too - much.
-As far as Harry could tell – despite not having a final result just yet – they had - made a lot of progress. This made him want to keep going but around eight in the - evening, Lovegood had ordered him to go home. It was hard to ignore the chief when he - was working on the same project you were so Harry had no choice but to comply.
-"Aren't you going home as well, John?" Harry asked the older man.
-"Nay," he replied. "Ah still 'ave some things that need completin'."
-Harry frowned but said nothing. He just grabbed his things and left. Lately, John - was becoming more and more closed off and Harry wondered if this had anything to do - with the attention he was getting from Lovegood. Sure, Harry didn't speak with John - all that often anymore but it's not like he was talkative whilst brewing anyway.
-Deciding to ask John about it in the morning, Harry went home, taking the - floo.
-When it flared to life at the house in Spinner's End, Harry had not expected to - see a half-dressed Maya sitting on the couch with Snape leaning over her in a most - provocative manner.
-"Dear Merlin!" Harry exclaimed before they had even noticed him. "Don't you have a - bedroom in which you can do this stuff?"
-"Harry!" Maya replied, hastily covering herself with a shirt that had been - carelessly thrown aside. "Er… turn around for a moment, would you?"
-Harry did as she asked but couldn't help but notice the smirk on Snape's face as - he did. "And what are you so happy about?" Harry complained. "You do realize that - your son just walked in on you, don't you?"
-Snape snorted. "You're an adult now, Harry," he replied easily. "I'm sure you - realised just what is going on in this house while you're away. And even sometimes - while you're not."
-"You can turn around now, Harry," Maya said. Harry did so carefully to find Maya - fully dressed again.
-"Weren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?" Harry accused. "To prepare for the new - school year or something?"
-"We found ourselves ready much sooner than anticipated," Snape said easily. "And - there are too many intrusions going on at Hogwarts. Can you imagine Dumbledore - flooing into your chambers at the most inappropriate times?"
-Harry frowned. "What, like I just did?"
-"In all honesty, I didn't expect you home so soon," Snape pointed out.
-"Stop teasing him, Sev," Maya said, lightly slapping Snape on the shoulder. "Can't - you see that Harry had a long day? Harry, would you like something to eat? A cup of - tea perhaps?"
-Harry sank wearily into a chair, not even caring anymore about the awkward - situation he walked into. Snape and Maya certainly didn't seem to mind. "Dinner would - be fantastic," he said. "I'm starving."
-While Maya went to talk to Zippy about dinner, Snape straightened out his robes - and sat up a bit straighter. "Have you made any progress today?" he asked.
-"I think so," Harry said. "I feel like we're almost ready to use the staff. But - we're not there yet. I wanted to use some tears of Mnemosyne."
-Snape frowned. "That's a very expensive ingredient."
-"So I've been told," Harry said. "But if it's what's needed to help out Draco, I - don't see why we shouldn't use it. Besides, Caratacus ordered the first batch using - his own money. He said he would only do it once though."
-"That man," Snape chuckled. "His curiosity often gets the better of him but this - isn't even subtle."
-Harry shrugged. "Whatever gets me where I need to be."
-"Very Slytherin of you," Snape pointed out.
-With a pop, a plate filled to the brim with mac and cheese appeared in front of - Harry, the delicious smell causing his stomach to growl.
-"Zippy was all too happy to make you your favourite," Maya said as she re-emerged - from the kitchen. "Anyway, I think I'll leave you two boys to chat."
-"Don't leave on my account," Harry said in between bites.
-"It's not like that," Maya said. "But I need to bring my sister her latest batch - of potions and see how she's doing."
-"How is she doing?" Harry asked, suddenly ashamed that he didn't ask - earlier.
-"Much better thanks to you," Maya said happily. "Alex is watching her like a hawk, - never leaving her bedside to make sure that she doesn't relapse but she seems to be - out of the woods."
-"That's good to hear," Harry said with a release of breath.
-"I just hope the ministry doesn't take too long to catch what remains of the Death - Eaters," Maya growled. "If Severus is right, and Rookwood is behind this, it might - not take him too long to create a new disease."
-"Quite so," Snape said. "And Rookwood is definitely one to learn from his - mistakes. He would not make it so easily curable next time."
-"Where would we even begin looking, though?" Harry said.
-"Not we, Harry," Snape pointed out coldly. "They. You are not running off after - another Death Eater."
-Harry shrugged uneasily. "That's not what I meant. There's no need to get all - protective."
-"I know exactly how you think and I beg to differ," Snape replied.
-"As I said, it's not like anyone knows where to begin looking for him," Harry - said. "For all we know, he fled the continent."
-"I don't think he would do that," Snape said. "If he wants to continue his - experimentation, he will most likely not want to switch his local or control group. - That would not do in the scientific world."
-Harry ran a hand through his hair in mild exasperation and continued eating, - grumbling something inaudible under his breath.
-"I'll be off now," Maya said, breaking the sudden silence. She kissed Snape - goodbye and planted a kiss on Harry's cheek next. "Take care of yourselves," she said - before making her exit.
-"She's really growing on you, isn't she?" Harry asked after a while.
-"That should not matter to you," Snape said dryly.
-"You're parading her in front of me first thing when I get home," Harry said - cheekily. "Besides, I think it matters plenty if she might become my new mum."
-Snape cuffed Harry lightly to the back of his head, causing him to spit out some - bits of pasta. "Hey!"
-"For now, I'll ask you to not stick your nose where it doesn't belong," Snape said - in a light-hearted tone of voice. "And I'll try not to be as careless in the - rooms we share."
-"Yeah, you can't very well put a sock on the fireplace," Harry chuckled.
-"That would be most ineffective," Snape countered.
-When Harry finished two-thirds of his overly filled plate, he pushed it to the - side where it disappeared with a pop. "I wouldn't mind, you know," he said after a - while. "If she were to become… more permanent."
-"It is far too soon to discuss such matters," Snape replied. "But I'm pleased to - have received your blessing nonetheless."
-"Do you want to play a game of chess?" Harry asked. "It's been a while."
-Snape smirked. "I would love to," he replied. "But you do realize that you cannot - possibly best me."
-"I've gotten better!" Harry exclaimed in a very poor attempt to defend himself. "I - might surprise you, yet."
-"We shall see."
-Harry did not surprise Snape in the least and he had lost five consecutive games - of chess. When he lost the last one in merely ten moves, he got up and called it a - night. Even if the hecticness of the dissolving sweats was mostly over, Harry still - needed to get up early every day to begin working on his invention and his other - potions. Sometimes, he even arrived before Lovegood did.
-That's why he needed his sleep – as he now realized – and was not at all pleased - when he was awoken by some loud, unidentified noises that seemed to be coming from - downstairs.
-"Tempus," he whispered to find out that it was barely four in the morning. Too - early for Snape to be up. Suddenly, Harry was on full alert like he often had been - during the days that Voldemort was still after him. He grabbed his wand and opened - his door as quietly as possible. He thought he heard hushed voices talking to each - other. If these were some muggle burglars thinking they might have hit the jackpot, - they were going to be in for one heck of a surprise.
-Harry crept down the stairs, carefully placing his feet near the edge of each step - to try and not make them creek. As he came nearer to the sitting room – where the - voices were coming from – he could also hear the sound of someone sobbing and was - that the clipping of shears?
-Harry could feel some sweat drops run down his back and wondered when he had - become so anxious to confront unidentified assailants. Or perhaps he had never been - comfortable with the concept and he simply forgot.
-He took a deep breath, leaned against the wall and peered from behind it to try - and catch a glimpse of the intruders. What he saw nearly made him drop his wand. - While unexpected, he experienced a feeling of déjà vu as he saw Draco Malfoy sit on - the couch, in the exact same spot he had been in when Harry had found him talking to - Snape last Christmas morning.
-Snape was there this time as well, carefully measuring some bandages and cutting - them when he thought them long enough to be up to the task. Harry couldn't see much - of Draco from, where he was standing but he did see some dried blood polluting the - blonde's otherwise immaculate hair. Deciding on a different approach from the one he - had taken at Christmas, Harry stepped into the sitting room, his wand now lowered to - make himself known.
-"Draco," he said, causing two heads to swivel and look at him. Draco's cheek was - cut raggedly in three aligning lines as if he had been scratched. "What - happened?"
-Harry moved swiftly across the room to take a seat next to Draco, only to take in - the rest of his injuries. His right arm had been cut severely with what clearly had - to have been a knife. From the location where it was cut, Harry could clearly see - that Draco had used the arm to defend himself. He appeared to have a nasty head - injury as well and there were more scratches in his neck. Worst of all was the look - of despair and devastation that was present in Draco's eyes, leaving no room for - other emotions.
-"Harry, you should be in bed," Snape chided.
-"I woke up," Harry said, putting a hand on top of Draco's uninjured one since the - boy hadn't responded yet. "Was it your mother?" he asked.
-This elicited a sob from the Slytherin but he did not draw back his hand. "Yes," - he admitted hoarsely. "She didn't recognise who I was anymore. She thought I was an - intruder. I tried telling her. I – I tried reasoning with her but –"
-"She could not be reasoned with," Snape said evenly. "It is not your fault, Draco. - This is the natural progression of her condition."
-"I never expected her to become violent," Draco said in a small voice. "She never - was before."
-"I know she never wanted to hurt you, Draco," Harry said. "If she had realised who - you were to her, she wouldn't have done what she did."
-Draco hissed as Snape dabbed some disinfectant onto his wounds. "I know that," he - replied. "Rationally, I know that. But I –" He drew back his hand and buried his face - into it. "It gets harder to believe that. And I know she can't help it but sometimes - I find myself hating her for it. I'm such a horrible person."
-"You're human," Harry pointed out. "It's only natural to have that kind of - response when someone hurts you."
-"Harry," Draco croaked. "I don't know how much longer I can take this."
-"Perhaps it is time for you to take her to St Mungo's," Snape said as he mended - Draco's cuts to the best of his abilities.
-Draco laughed bitterly. "And make a mockery of what is left of the Malfoy name?" - he said. "My aunt went insane. My father thought he could become the next Dark Lord - and now I would put my mother in the loony bin? I would never be able to show my face - again. Nor could she."
-"Draco," Harry said softly. "This is killing you."
-Draco breathed a shuddering sigh and looked at Snape with tear-filled eyes. - "Please," he said. "Please help me."
-"Draco," Snape sighed, now wrapping the bandages firmly around Draco's arm, "I - don't know if –"
-But Harry had heard enough. He hadn't fully realised the urgency of the situation - before and was now practically kicking himself for coming home early when he could - have spent more time trying to figure out how to help Narcissa. How could he have - done this to his friend?
-Harry got up from his seat; transfigured his pyjamas into clothes with a flick of - his wand; walked over to the fireplace; ignored the stern voice of his father calling - him back; tossed in the floo powder and called out 'St Mungo's'. Snape might not - think that he could figure this out but he had been working on the solution with - Caratacus Lovegood by his side. They were so close, he could feel it!
-At what now was four-thirty in the morning, there weren't very many people about. - There were only two people in the waiting room and they seemed to be falling asleep - where they sat. The lights were still on but they shone very dimly. The receptionist - was minding her own business, filling out a crossword puzzle. She glanced at Harry - when he walked in but didn't even address him, knowing very well by now that the boy - worked here.
-Occasionally, a nurse would walk the corridors and enter a few rooms to administer - medicine where it needed to be dispensed but this all happened in perfect silence, - nothing but the sound of footsteps giving away that anyone was even still working at - this hour.
-And soon, Harry's own footsteps filled the ward as well as he hurried towards the - elevator. Once inside, he mashed the button to go down, knowing full well that it - didn't help in the slightest to keep pressing it, but it made him feel slightly - better all the same.
-Once downstairs, he didn't even wait for the elevator doors to fully open to dash - out and hurry towards the lab. Draco was still firmly on his mind and he wondered if - he would be able to help out his friend before he descended into madness himself.
-He had already set a few steps into the lab before realizing that the torches were - already burning. A cauldron was on the fire and a concoction that Harry did not - immediately recognise was bubbling steadily. The shutting of a cabinet door caught - Harry's attention next and he locked eyes with John who had a furious glint in his - eyes that quickly vanished when he spotted Harry.
-"John," Harry said carefully. "What are you doing here already?"
-"Ah 'aven't left yet," John replied easily. "I didnae ken tha' it was so late - already."
-Harry frowned as he glanced at the potion again. "What are you making?" he asked. - "That doesn't look like any healing potion I've ever seen."
-John cleared his throat and took a few steps towards the cauldron and - inadvertently Harry before replying. "Ah became a wee bit jealous when ah saw ye - inventin' yer own brews," he said. "Ah wanted to try me hand at me own creation."
-"And what exactly are you trying to brew?" Harry asked, taking a cautious step - back.
-John smiled kindly. "Why dinnae ye come and smell it," he said. "Ye'll find out - with tha' keen nose of yers."
-"No thank you," Harry said. "In fact, I think I forgot something. I'll be right - back." Harry turned around and was about to bolt when he suddenly couldn't move - anymore. He was able to shift his eyes just barely to notice how a greenish smoke - seemed to envelop his body, causing it to freeze where he stood.
-John sighed as he walked to face Harry. "You are much too clever for your own - good, do you know that?" he said. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I respect you - and your talents very much, Harry Potter. But for some reason, you decided to get in - my way."
-He walked over to the bubbling cauldron, covered his nose and scooped up a fair - portion with a ladle which he then brought over to shove underneath Harry's nose.
-"It might be a tad earlier than I had envisioned but you're here now," he said. - Harry wished desperately that he could respond. That he could do something. But not - only was he paralyzed, but the potion that he was made to smell was also making him - drowsy.
-"Don't fight it," John said soothingly. "It will all be over soon."
-Whatever it was, it was too strong, and soon, Harry felt his eyes droop shut, and - his senses turn to black, no longer realising why he thought it so important to stay - awake in the first place.
-A poisoned gift indeed... I will not be updating tomorrow, just to be clear. - But you can expect the next chapter on Monday. Please do leave a review because I - would love to know how you feel about all of this.
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Chapter 46
-When Harry next woke, his body was no longer frozen. He still couldn't move, - though and when he opened his eyes he found out why that was. He was lying flat on - his back on what used to be part of the long table that ran along the middle of the - lab but was now transfigured into what seemed to be a rack. A medieval torture device - Harry knew from some of his history books. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he - thought of what the device could do.
-"I see that you're finally awake," an unfamiliar voice said. Harry shifted his - head to look in the direction the voice had come from to find an unfamiliar person - staring at him. It was a tall man who seemed to be rather old. His short hair was - mostly grey bit still showed flecks of the brown it once probably was. His eyes – - though brown – were cold and serious and showed none of the joy that his smile seemed - to emanate.
-"Who are you?" Harry asked, surprised that his voice hadn't trembled.
-"Don't you recognise me?" the man asked. "We have been brewing together for a - while now. I should hope that you wouldn't forget me after all we've been through - together."
-"John?" Harry asked, trying to shake the confusion from his still murky brain.
-"In the flesh," the man said with a small bow. "Well, not exactly, of course. - Since I'll be done here in a few hours, I don't have the need to drink that dreadful - Polyjuice potion anymore."
-Harry growled as he struggled against his bonds. But it was no use. "Who are - you?!" he shouted.
-The man laughed but his eyes still held no joy. "Shout all you want, dear friend." - He said amusedly. "I've had the common sense to cast a silencing spell on the room. - No one will hear you."
-Harry just stared at the man now, willing him to answer his question but not - wanting to ask it again.
-"Oh, alright," the man said. "I'm surprised that you don't recognise me. I go by - the name of Augustus Rookwood."
-Harry gasped as he stared at Rookwood. "What?" he asked. "Why would you even be - here?"
-"Think, Harry," Rookwood said. Harry felt dirty just by hearing his name on the - Death Eater's tongue. "It was a means to witness the results of my experiments - first-hand. This disease was my masterpiece, you see? And it was going rather well –" - Rookwood glared menacingly at Harry, slapping him lightly – almost playfully – in the - face. "- Until you and Snape came along. Honestly, from one scientist to another, did - you think it polite to come in between me and my research?"
-"You were murdering people!" Harry exclaimed.
-"Muggles," Rookwood shrugged. "Vermin that is no better than the mice that gnaw - away at your walls, or the rabbits that ransack your garden. I never hurt an actual - person."
-Harry stared at Rookwood, dumbfounded to realize that the man was completely - serious.
-"You've hurt one of my friends!" Harry accused.
-"A muggle friend?" Rookwood asked, his eyebrow raised in question. "So get another - one. They are as replaceable as dogs."
-Harry felt a white-hot flash of rage as he struggled against the chains that bound - him once more, wanting nothing more than to punch Rookwood right in the nose.
-"Calm yourself, Harry," Rookwood said evenly. "You might hurt yourself before - I get a chance to. Now, I've noticed that fine little artefact you carry - with you."
-"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry spat.
-"Don't play dumb with me, boy," Rookwood warned. "I've seen you use that cuff many - times over. Daily even. You use it to stay in touch with your father. It's rather - heart-warming, really."
-Rookwood gently stroked Harry's arm right above the cuff and Harry shivered - involuntarily.
-"What say you we summon him here, shall we?" Rookwood asked. "After all, he had - much to do with ruining my experiment. Not as much as you, mind you but I would still - like to send a message that it will not do to mess with my plans."
-Rookwood clicked the small quill out of the cuff and ignored the growl that - escaped Harry's throat.
-From his vantage point, Harry could see the message that Rookwood was sending to - Snape.
-'If you want to see Harry alive one last time, come alone to lab 7 within 15 - minutes.'
-"You realize that you can't win against him, right?" Harry said, trying to get a - reaction out of the stoic potioneer. But the man just smiled at him.
-"Oh, dear boy," he said warmly. "I've had plenty of time to prepare for this - eventuality. Your dear old father does not stand a chance."
-"You're mental!" Harry said.
-"I beg to differ," Rookwood replied as he sat down on a stool next to Harry. "I'm - simply a tad distraught that you got in my way. It's a pity, really –" Rookwood - pulled on a handle that caused the chains around Harry's limbs to tighten painfully. - " – I was truly enjoying cooperating with you, watching the next generation of - brewers develop. And then, you went and did this."
-Rookwood sounded almost sad when he pulled the handle again and Harry grit his - teeth as he felt the painful strain on his limbs.
-"So this is all some kind of sick act of revenge?" Harry asked, breathing a bit - more heavily than before.
-"Exactly so," Rookwood said. "I realize that it might come across as petty –" he - pulled the handle again, " – and in a way, I suppose that it is. But even a man as - patient as myself has his limits. And I will not have you or Severus thwart me ever - again."
-When Rookwood pulled the handle once more, Harry finally cried out. He heard a - popping sound and felt an excruciating pain in his left ankle that was only suffering - all the more because of the inhuman strain on his body.
-"AAAARGH!"
-"Hush now," Rookwood admonished. "We've scarcely begun."
-"Let me go, you psychopath," Harry snarled through gritted teeth. "I can't believe - you're torturing me simply because your ego was bruised!"
-Rookwood looked at him sharply, glaring daggers at the boy before he smirked - unnaturally wide. "My research is all that I have left now," he said, patting Harry's - injured ankle. He cocked his head to the side as he continued to regard Harry. - "You've taken that away from me. So now, I'll take away from you what you deem most - precious."
-"You can never – AAAAAH!"
-Rookwood pulled the handle again, a positively bored expression on his face as - Harry felt both of his wrists snap at the same time. There was nothing he could do to - stop the tears from flowing down his face.
-Rookwood leaned over and gently wiped away his tears. "Don't cry, young - apprentice," he said soothingly. "You have to be strong. Can you do that for me?"
-"You're a MONSTER!" Harry spat. He tried to bite the hand that was still wiping - away his tears but Rookwood was too fast.
-"Perhaps I am just that," Rookwood mused. "I fear that my beliefs and ideals are - no longer accepted in this strange new world." He leaned leisurely against the - handle, almost teasing Harry since he could not expect when next it would be pulled. - "I was once revered as someone knowledgeable; admirable even among my peers, you - know?"
-"Among your Death Eater friends, you mean," Harry snarled.
-Rookwood clicked his tongue. "Don't forget that your father was also one of us." - He laughed bitterly. "Your father," he repeated amusedly. "If Lord Voldemort - were still alive he might have wiped out the continent when he learned the news."
-"But he's not," Harry replied with a sense of accomplishment. "We killed him. The - two of us together."
-"And now the two of you will die together, won't you, you little runt?" Rookwood - spat in a tone that seemed very different from the way he had been talking earlier. - Harry nearly blacked out when he felt the strains finally dislocate his right ankle - but there was something in the air that kept him from doing so.
-"Enjoying the pain?" Rookwood asked coyly. "Judging by the number of scars on your - body, you are somewhat of a masochist."
-If Harry had been able to struggle at his bonds, he would have but not only was - his strength leaving him fast, his limbs could and would not cooperate with him - anymore.
-Harry didn't respond. He simply glared at Rookwood, clenching his teeth together - with so much force that he wondered if they would break soon. All the while he was - wondering where in the world Snape was and what was keeping him so long. Had he - fallen asleep again?
-"Tell me, Harry," Rookwood said sweetly. "Do you want me to continue? Does this - strike your fancy?" He pulled the handle again, a bit further this time and Harry - screamed in agony when he felt his elbows pop out of their sockets. It was some of - the worst pain he had ever felt. Immediately, he felt his hands go numb and was - vaguely aware of feeling his heartbeat in his ankles and the unnatural strain on his - kneecaps. Surely, they would be the next thing to go.
-"STOP!" Harry shouted.
-"Oh?" Rookwood cooed. Harry vaguely got the impression that the man was becoming - more and more unhinged the longer he talked to him. "Not as much a fan as I thought, - then? It's alright. You can just beg me to stop instead, hm?"
-"Why are you doing this?" Harry cried, his voice now decidedly unsteady.
-"I already explained this to you, Harry," Rookwood snarled. "You need to learn to - listen. If Snape had already made his appearance, the pain would have already - stopped. Did he misplace the floo powder or something?"
-"He won't come," Harry said, a part of him hoping that Snape would stay away but a - larger part of him hoping that his father would come to rescue him. "He's too clever - to walk into a trap like this."
-Rookwood nodded. "Once upon a time, I would have agreed with you," he said, gently - brushing a strand of hair out of Harry's face. He smiled. "But not anymore. He cares - for you. I've seen it. And you know it."
-Another twitch of the chains and the distinct sound of cartilage snapping and - bones breaking. The pull at Harry's already destroyed ligaments was agonizing enough - on its own but the feel of his knees dislocating as well as his kneecaps breaking, - elicited a howl of deep pain. One that made Rookwood chuckle.
-"Poor little Harry," he teased. "Was able to defeat Voldemort when he was still a - child but can't seem to hold himself together after a few minutes of torture." - Rookwood laughed. "No pun intended."
-As Harry breathed, he couldn't help the keening that escaped him. He would be - horrified at himself had he been able to think beyond the pain.
-"If you're going to kill me anyway, why don't you?" he practically begged. - "There's no need for all of this."
-"If Severus doesn't get here within five minutes, I will," Rookwood said - placatingly. "But for now, you'll just have to hold on for a moment more. Don't - worry. I'll sit with you."
-Rookwood moved his stool to sit slightly behind Harry and to the boy's horror, the - man started stroking his hair.
-"Everything will be alright," he whispered in a tone that could have been - described as lovingly had it come from anyone else. "Soon, there will be no more - pain."
-Harry sobbed because of the horrific pain that would not leave his abused limbs - alone. He wanted desperately to pass out but was unable to. To make matters even - worse, Rookwood began singing, ever so softly as he continued stroking Harry's hair - as would a mother to comfort their child.
-"Stop it," Harry hissed through the soft humming. But Rookwood ignored him and - kept gently stroking the boy, now occasionally kissing him on the forehead.
-Harry's breathing hitched painfully as he tried his best not to move. How did he - always get into these kinds of messes?
-"Dad," he croaked desperately, as Rookwood placed a soft kiss in his neck.
-"I think you may be right, Harry," Rookwood said softly. "Severus seems to care - less about you than he does about himself. But that's alright. You have me now."
-Harry shuddered in pain and disgust as Rookwood's hand caressed his chest softly - as it travelled down. "It is nearly time," he whispered in Harry's ear. "Can you hear - the ticking of the clock? Tick –" he stroked Harry's thigh, grinning as the boy - whimpered. "- tock."
-Harry didn't register what happened next all that well but he became aware of the - distinct feel of a powerful blast of air and the sudden disappearance of Rookwood's - presence.
-"Stay away from my son!" Snape shouted and Harry lifted his head slightly to look - at the entrance to the lab in relief. Snape stood there, his wand extended and a - furious look in his eyes. His gaze flickered towards Harry momentarily. He flicked - his wand and Harry was liberated from his bonds. The sudden flood of renewed agony, - caused by the abrupt release caused him to cry out in pain once more but Snape didn't - rush to his aid, as he would no doubt normally have done. Instead, he kept his eyes - trained on Rookwood who was laughing as he got back up.
-"Making an entrance at the very last minute, Severus?" he asked gleefully. "I - never took you for one who appreciated dramatics. But I'm sure that Harry loved you - drawing out his agony as much as you have."
-Snape did his best not to allow Rookwood to distract him with his taunts. It was - already difficult enough not to hurry to Harry's side and take him away from the - wretched man standing across the room. The boy was clearly in agony, not to mention - the foul things Rookwood was doing to him as Snape arrived. He shuddered at the - thought. This man had truly descended into madness.
-Snape took a few daring steps forward when Rookwood clicked his tongue.
-"Not so fast, Severus," he chided. "You should watch your step."
-Snape growled and flicked his wand in Rookwood's direction, cursing to kill. But - Rookwood erected a shield as he crouched to take cover behind the table.
-"Tell me, Severus," Rookwood hissed. "What do you get when you combine chimaera - oil with phoenix feathers?"
-Snape angrily thrust his wand forward, causing the table to explode into thick, - jagged pieces. He quickly erected a shield of his own to shield both him and his son - from the chunks.
-Rookwood flicked his own wand in retaliation but instead of firing a curse, he - tipped a jar on one of the shelves next to Snape, causing it to fall the floor, the - oily substance within spreading quickly. Before Snape could respond, Rookwood - summoned a phoenix feather that was hidden underneath the table in Snape's vicinity - and dragged it through the oil.
-Snape tried erecting a shield to protect himself from the blast but he was not - able to do so in time. The arm that he raised instinctively to shield his eyes took - the brunt of the damage. Judging from the pain, Snape guessed that he suffered - third-degree burns at the least. A fire was started because of the blast that was now - burning through the shelves quite quickly and heading towards the tipua leaves via a - path created by the oil.
-At that moment, Snape had to make a split decision. He could focus his attention - on Rookwood and try to incapacitate him as soon as possible or he could stop the fire - from reaching the tipua leaves. If he didn't do the latter, the toxic fumes released - by the burning leaves would no doubt prove fatal within minutes. He could protect - himself with a bubblehead charm but Harry would have no such protection. The choice - was an easy one to make.
-Snape focused his attention on the fire, vanishing oil that had not been set - alight yet as well as casting aguamenti to douse the flames. This allowed Rookwood to - start firing hexes and curses as he pleased but Snape knew that the man was not the - best dueller. And even while focused on the fire, he still managed to block and dodge - most of the enemy spells fired in his direction. Some weren't even close to - connecting with him, which Snape could only be thankful for at that moment.
-When he finally managed to douse the fire, he turned his attention back to his - former colleague.
-"Stop this right now, Augustus," he snarled, worrying more and more about his son - that lay writhing in tremendous pain. "How do you even expect to win this?"
-"There is always an answer," Rookwood replied easily. "But I'm not about to tell - you what that is."
-Snape fired a slew of Sectumsemprae in Rookwood's direction, wanting nothing more - than to sever the man's head clean from his torso. A few of the curses connected with - Rookwood but the man didn't seem the least bit perturbed, despite the blood he was - now rapidly losing.
-"That's not very original, coming from you, is it?" Rookwood taunted. Snape just - grit his teeth as he did his best to ignore the stabbing pains that ran through his - arm. He then noticed that Rookwood produced a potion and lifted his wand to try and - make a pre-emptive attack.
-"Should you really be looking this way?" Rookwood called. "Your son is coming - perilously close to dying!"
-Snape's heart skipped a beat as he glanced over at Harry and realized that - Rookwood's missed attacks from earlier had actually been spot on. He had blasted - several jars that were placed strategically in Harry's vicinity. A sort of gas - erupted from all of them that seemed to mix into something that Snape could only - imagine would be highly lethal.
-He cursed under his breath, erected a shield and moved closer to Harry. But - Rookwood wasn't even attempting to block him from doing so at that moment. Instead, - he drank the potion. Snape noticed the sickly black colour of the potion and thought - he knew what it was but didn't have the time to dwell on it at that moment. As soon - as he reached Harry, he charmed a gust of wind into existence that blew the gas in - Rookwood's direction. For good measure, he cast a bubblehead charm on Harry to - prevent any future traps of this manner.
-"I'm sorry, dad," Harry groaned. Snape wanted very much to comfort Harry but he - knew that he couldn't afford the distraction. Harry seemed to understand as he closed - his eyes and bit his lip.
-"I'll wrap this up quickly," Snape said softly so that Rookwood wouldn't hear him. - He focused his attention on Rookwood again and noticed that the man's earlier - injuries had vanished completely. It then became clear as day what the man had - drunk.
-"You must really be desperate," Snape said stoically. "I'm starting to believe - that you do not have much of a plan, after all."
-"I had a plan, Severus," Rookwood snarled as he now came towards Snape as - if he feared his assaults no more. "But you and your little apprentice saw fit to get - in the way of that."
-Snape cast a blasting curse at Rookwood that the man was too slow to block but - even though it connected, it hardly seemed to have any effect. As was to be expected, - of course.
-Now Rookwood cast several hexes in a row. Snape blocked and dodged what he could, - crying out in agony when he landed painfully onto his injured arm.
-"Oh, did you hurt your arm?" Rookwood asked. "Maybe you need some burning salve!" - with another flick of his wand, a jar of said substance flew off the shelves and - would have landed on Snape's head had he not ducked underneath a part of the table - that still stood upright.
-"No?" Rookwood asked as he marched closer. "You are so unkind to reject my - assistance. I thought we were old friends."
-Snape sent another cutting hex Rookwood's way and cursed heavily when it seemed to - cause absolutely no damage.
-"Let Harry go, Augustus," Snape said. He crawled underneath the table to come out - the other way. "It's me you really want."
-"Is it?" Rookwood asked. "And since when do you know anything about what I want?" - he cast another spell at Snape that was about to land somewhere on his left shoulder - so Snape stepped to the right and out of the way. No sooner had he done that when he - heard an awful snapping sound and the sudden sharp feeling of the breaking of bone - and the piercing of flesh. He inhaled sharply when he became aware of the pain and - glanced down to see what seemed to be a bear trap compressed around his foot. Only, - he knew that it hadn't been there a moment before.
-"I've always been better at transfiguration than you have," Rookwood pointed out - smugly. "Misdirection as well."
-Snape was aware of the jar of acidic Asian scorpion venom sitting on top of the - shelf above Rookwood and tried his best not to glance at it, lest Rookwood realized - that it was there as well. Balancing his weight on his healthy leg, he pointed his - wand at Rookwood's chest to distract the man but used his left hand to wandlessly - topple the jar over. Unfortunately for Rookwood, he was standing right beneath it as - the jar smashed and the acid splashed all over his head and back.
-Rookwood didn't scream. He didn't writhe. He didn't exhibit any sort of signs that - he was in pain. His clothes were smoking somewhat and melting where the acid had - landed but his skin didn't seem to react at all.
-"Your death is going to be a very painful one," Snape sneered. "I do hope you're - prepared."
-"I will take you down with me before that happens," Rookwood snarled. "Just look - at you. You're stuck."
-"Am I?" While Rookwood had been dealing with the acid, Snape had quickly tapped - the trap with his wand, ordering it to release him. It was now tossed aside, laying - forgotten next to Snape's mangled foot.
-Rookwood growled and cast another slew of spells in Snape's direction. He blocked - each one easily as he kept his gaze locked onto Rookwood's.
-"You're losing focus fast, Augustus," Snape said mockingly. "Tick tock, as you - say."
-Snape realised that at some point – probably before they had even started fighting - – Rookwood had become completely unhinged. There was a crazed look in his eyes and - the way he was breathing rapidly between clenched teeth made Snape surprised that he - wasn't frothing at the mouth.
-"Tick-tock," he said again, purposely taunting his adversary.
-"I'll show you," Rookwood growled. "Avada –"
-Much could be said about the killing curse but there was a good reason that it was - not the only spell in a Death Eater's repertoire. Not only was it always obvious that - it was to be cast, its wand movement left the caster in question wide open and the - curse took a long time to cast. Time that was very precious in the midst of battle. - Which is why this was precisely what Snape had been waiting for.
-As soon as the first syllable left Rookwood's mouth, he ducked and threw himself - under the table again, seeing nothing but Rookwood's feet as he uttered the second - syllable. Non-verbally, he cast his next spell, by firmly planting his hands on the - floor, his wand connecting both hands as he envisioned the ground to crack. It did - under his command as Rookwood uttered the second syllable of the second word. But it - was fast enough. He lost his footing as the ground opened up beneath him and he - stumbled to fall onto the jagged cracks that the stone had formed, only to have the - floor close up around him again.
-This was not a spell meant to wound anyone but to capture someone. Rookwood could - not have protected himself against that. Snape got up from under the table as - Rookwood stumbled, his balance broken by the awkward position in which he was - captured. He had not dropped his wand though and was now aiming it in Harry's - direction.
-"I can still kill the boy," Rookwood snarled. "If nothing else, I can - still take his –"
-Snape did not allow Rookwood to say anything else. He drew back his hand for a - moment before punching Rookwood square in the jaw as hard as he could. This did not - injure his old colleague but it did cause him to drop his wand.
-"You will never lay another hand on Harry," Snape growled as he stepped on - Rookwood's wand, cracking it with his weight. "In fact, you will never lay another - hand on anyone. Your time is up."
-Rookwood laughed. "What makes you so different?" he asked. "Why can you - continue living your life while I can't?"
-Snape sneered, showing nothing but disgust for the Death Eater now babbling in - front of him. "As a very good friend of mine once said: 'It's our choices that show - what we truly are'. And I would like to add to that that these choices gave - me the right while yours condemned you."
-Rookwood grinned broadly as he stared at Snape. "Tick-tock," he said. Some blood - drizzled from between his teeth.
-"Tick-tock," he said again as gashes and cuts appeared all over his body. Blood - started oozing from all over his body.
-Where the acid had touched him before, his skin now started to melt until it - started to look like candle wax. "Tick tock!" he screeched as more and more injuries - started to litter his body. Injuries that Snape knew could never be survived.
-"Tick-tock," Snape agreed. "It is the sound of your life running out."
-Rookwood said no more. His eyes glazed over as his body crumpled. His arms dropped - lifelessly next to him as his body half-collapsed as it was still captured in the - stone maws of the floor. Snape was suddenly very aware of the broken pieces of - Rookwood's wand still under his foot. And as sudden as this battle had happened, it - was over. Nothing to show for it but a broken laboratory, a dead Death Eater and two - mangled potioneers.
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-Chapter 47
-It was a very good thing that they were already at St Mungo's seeing how both - Snape and Harry required urgent medical attention. Due to the mangled state of - Snape's right foot, it had taken him a while to go and get help, especially since it - was still very early. But eventually, he had managed to flag someone down and after - that, it had only been a matter of minutes before both he and Harry had been - recovered and placed in a room together. An Auror had arrived shortly after to - collect Rookwood's dead body.
-As soon as Harry has been removed from the lab, he had finally and thankfully - blacked out. When he next opened his eyes, he could only make out blurry shapes and - colours. Instinctively, he moved to grab his glasses but winced when he was met with - incredible pain as he tried to do so. This caused the memories of earlier that - morning to come flooding back to him and he gasped in both pain and worry.
-"Dad?" he asked, still trying to get a better view of his surroundings.
-"I'm here," Snape replied and Harry relaxed considerably. "Here, hold still for a - moment." Harry did as he was told and felt how Snape placed his glasses on his - nose.
-"Thanks," Harry said. He then turned his head to get a better look at Snape who - was sitting in the bed next to his. His left arm had been completely bandaged and his - right foot was in a cast of sorts.
-"A cast?" Harry pointed out. "What happened to skele-gro?"
-Snape growled. "Whatever else Rookwood had done in that lab, he had also released - some sort of mist that made sure that I can't benefit from any curative potions for a - while," he replied angrily. "It's not permanent but it will be at least a week before - I can be released from this cast."
-"I'm sorry you got hurt," Harry said.
-"You should see the other guy," Snape deadpanned, eliciting a chuckle from - Harry.
-"I'll bet," he replied. "But Severus, what the bloody hell took you so long?"
-"Language," Snape chided softly. Harry simply scoffed in response.
-"After tending to Draco's wounds, I took him home to make sure that his mother was - alright again. I didn't want to leave him in a dangerous situation, of course."
-"Right," Harry responded.
-"When I got the message, I was right in the middle of talking to Narcissa, trying - to get her to take a mixture of a calming and a sleeping draught. I never imagined - the possible urgency of the message. I am… truly sorry."
-Harry frowned as he witnessed the tortured look on Snape's face. "It's alright," - he said finally. "At least it wasn't because you were getting busy with Maya or - something."
-Snape snorted. "I would punish you for that cheeky statement, but I think you've - been punished enough for a while."
-Harry tried to sit upright but Snape quickly placed a hand on his shoulder. "None - of that," he said. "The damage to your body is quite extensive. It will take a while - for you to heal."
-"Did I breath in that mist as well?" Harry asked, frowning.
-"No," Snape replied. "I cast a bubblehead charm on you. But there's only so much - that magic can do. You should know better than anyone that some injuries can't - possibly heal overnight."
-Harry groaned. "I can't do a single thing like this," he said, trying in vain to - move his fingers. "I'll get bored."
-"It's a good thing that you have me for company," Snape pointed out.
-"Great," Harry sulked. "I'm imprisoned in a hospital bed and as a bonus, the - snarky bat of the dungeons is here to keep me company."
-"Don't make me suffocate you with a pillow," Snape warned. "It would be quite easy - to do so right now."
-"If you're going to do it, do it now," Harry whined. "I'm not looking forward to - staying here all cooped up."
-"You don't even know how long you're supposed to stay here," Snape pointed - out.
-"With an overprotective dad like you, I can only imagine," Harry sighed. "And I'm - supposed to brew something to help Narcissa out. How am I supposed to do that when I - can't even hold a stirrer?"
-"You're not," Snape said easily. "It will just have to wait. Now, to pass the time - I thought I would read to you."
-"You have got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed, but he couldn't help a smile - from forming.
-"Oh, I'm quite serious," Snape said. "What do you want to hear? 'Tales of Beedle - the Bard' or 'Hogwarts, a History?"
-"I have gone seven years without reading that book, despite Hermione's - insistence," Harry chuckled. "And now it seems rather pointless and just as - boring."
-"The children's book it is," Snape said, rolling his eyes. Harry relaxed into his - cushions and looked at Snape expectantly. The man opened the book with a sigh and - began to read. "There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and - wisely…"
-Exactly one week later, Harry found himself in lab eight. Since lab seven had - pretty much been reduced to rubble, he was given that lab to complete his - experimentation. It was a good thing that the tears of Mnemosyne had been delivered - after the battle and were therefore not in need of replacement. Harry had only been - allowed to leave yesterday but was very much eager to. Snape – though he had still - been wearing a cast – had been allowed to walk around after only one day of being - hospitalised, much to Harry's dismay.
-It was good to be brewing again. His hopes for helping Malfoy were still high. It - had been telling that Draco hadn't even come to visit Harry while he was in the - hospital. It probably had everything to do with his mother. Ron and Hermione had come - to visit him, Hermione playing the role of overbearing mother hen while Ron kept - cracking jokes like how Harry might've grown a bit taller after all of this. Luna had - been by as well, of course, but she had been much more gentle and careful around him - than his two friends had been. It was good to know that – even after graduation – - Harry was still able to count on his friends. He had no doubt that this would always - be the case.
-Carefully, Harry added three of the tears to his potion and watched how waves were - suddenly created in the concoction as it swirled around a very still centre.
-"Interesting effect," Lovegood said as he watched Harry work. He was there, still - upholding his end of the bargain. "In my humble opinion, this should definitely do - the trick. I don't think the staff will even be required."
-"You don't?" Harry asked incredulously.
-"This potion should do fine by itself," Lovegood said. "After all, we mustn't - forget to brew without the use of rare artefacts such as this one. It's admirable - that you wish to help your friend but just imagine; if this works, many more people - would benefit from this draught. And if other potioneers would be able to replicate - the potion – which would be nigh impossible if you plan to use the staff in the - recipe – soon we might find ourselves equipped to deal with dementia easily. And - stemming from that, other mental illnesses might be considered to become curable as - well."
-"That makes sense," Harry had to admit. "But if it doesn't work –"
-"If it doesn't work, you can always brew the whole thing again and use the staff - after all," Lovegood said. "But I urge you to try the potion without it first."
-Harry smiled at the man who had procured the tears for him in the first place and - had spent a great deal of his time to help Harry achieve the current result. The - least he could do was grant him this request. "Of course," he finally said. "Would - you mind if I go to my friend right now to test it? I realize that it's still the - middle of the day…"
-Lovegood chuckled. "Harry," he said, "these last few months you have worked two - days worth of hours every day. I'm sure I can allow you to leave a tad earlier than - usual in return. If you would kindly let me know the final result, though, I would be - most appreciative."
-"Of course," Harry said. He bottled two vials of the potion to be sure – you could - never know when one might break – and made his way to the floo. He still had a bit of - a limp, which was only natural if you considered what had happened to his knees. Even - with magic, he was bound to feel some discomfort after only a week.
-When he finally arrived at the corridor of hearths, he chose an available one, - tossed in some floo powder and called out "Malfoy Manor!"
-The floo flared and Harry got inside, gritting his teeth as he stumbled through - the network. When he finally arrived at his destination, he stumbled forward and was - only barely able to keep himself upright by clinging to a table that stood - nearby.
-"Harry," said a voice as Harry righted himself, noticing a slight tremble in his - legs. Perhaps taking the floo had been a bit overconfident. Well, he still - didn't fully understand how to apparate, after all.
-"Hi Draco," Harry replied as he shakily tried to catch his breath. "Sorry to stop - by unannounced."
-"Sit down for a moment, will you?" Draco said, sliding a chair out from under the - table for Harry to sit in. "I heard what happened. I'm sorry that I couldn't come to - visit. Mother –"
-"You don't need to apologize," Harry said uneasily. "I understand. It's why I'm - here, actually."
-Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"
-"My being in the hospital sort of caused a delay in my plans but I think I did - it," Harry said."
-"Did what?" Draco asked. His tone betrayed his hopefulness but Harry imagined that - Draco wanted to hear the words for himself.
-"I believe I've managed to brew a cure for your mother. Chief Lovegood helped me - and he too thinks that the potion should be potent enough."
-"You're serious, aren't you?" Draco asked as he sat down as well.
-"Dead serious," Harry replied. "If you want, we could test it right now."
-"Please," Draco said hoarsely. "If you think this will work, let's try it out this - instant."
-"Where is she?" Harry asked.
-"Sleeping," Draco replied. "If you would follow me, I'll guide you to her - room."
-The two walked in complete silence as they both hoped that the potion would work. - Harry had made more complicated potions than this one before but for some reason, he - was even more anxious for the result of this particular potion than he had been for - the cure to the dissolving sweats. And he knew that it meant the world to the boy - walking beside him.
-Several years ago, it would have been unthinkable for Draco to put all his trust - in a potion of Harry's creation. Harry shuddered to think what would have happened to - the blonde if they had never become friends in the first place. Would Snape have - tried to come up with this potion? Would Draco have even told his Godfather of his - troubles in the first place or would he have locked himself and his mother away, - waiting for the day that one of them had enough?
-Harry shook himself out of those grim thoughts and followed Draco into Narcissa's - bedroom. She slept on the right side of a very large bed that stood centred against - the wall across from the door. It seemed much too big for only one person and Harry - felt strange knowing that Lucius had slept in the very same bed not all too long - ago.
-"Mother," Draco said softly as he approached the bed. Narcissa didn't stir and - Harry kept standing in the doorway. He didn't want to spook the woman when she - woke.
-"Mother," Draco urged again, a bit louder this time.
-"Daddy?" Narcissa said groggily. "Five more minutes."
-Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at Harry and inclined his - head to signal for him to come closer. Harry took the potion out of his pocket and - walked over.
-"It's time to wake up," Draco urged, trying to sound stern.
-Narcissa rubbed her eyes and stared blearily at Harry. "Daddy, who is that?"
-"My friend," Draco replied soothingly. "He's here to help you."
-Narcissa glared suspiciously at Harry who was starting to feel an upcoming ache in - his knees from walking and standing so much. Draco seemed to notice Harry's - discomfort since he summoned a chair for him.
-"I want you to behave yourself, okay?" Draco told Narcissa. "I'll buy you a - present if you do. Can you do this for me?"
-Tears glistened in Draco's eyes as he looked pleadingly at his mother. She smiled - and grabbed his hand. "Okay," she said. "I'll be good."
-Harry cleared his throat and showed Narcissa the potion that was periwinkle in - colour. "I need you to drink this for me, okay?" he asked. "It's not going to taste - very good but it will help you."
-Narcissa glanced at Draco again who nodded encouragingly and took the potion with - both hands.
-"It's pretty," she said.
-Draco smiled as he wiped away a tear. "Just like you are," he said softly.
-Narcissa giggled girlishly at that. She removed the stopper from the vial and - scrunched up her nose when she smelled the sour damp that came from the potion.
-"Do I have to drink all of it?" she whined.
-"To the last drop," Harry said importantly. "But I know that you can do it. I have - faith in you." He smiled and nodded towards the vial.
-"Okay," Narcissa said. She pinched her nose and downed the potion, though it took - her several gulps to get it all down. Afterwards, she handed Harry the vial back - which he pocketed automatically.
-"Close your eyes," Harry told her. "You're going to start feeling sleepy."
-"But I just woke up," Narcissa protested, stifling a yawn.
-"You only need to sleep a little while longer," Harry told her soothingly. "When - you wake up again, everything will be better."
-"Okay," Narcissa said, already laying her head back down. She curled up as Draco - tucked in the blankets around her.
-"Good night, daddy," Narcissa sighed. Instantly after, she was sound asleep.
-With a trembling hand, Draco summoned a second chair and sat down next to Harry. - "I really hope this works," he said listlessly. "I don't know what I'll do if it - doesn't."
-Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "If it doesn't work, - I'll try again," he said earnestly. "I'll keep trying until I get it right. I promise - you that."
-Draco eyed him wearily, with the utmost respect flickering in his eyes. "How I was - ever able to be such a git to you is beyond me," he said. "You must be the best - person I have ever met."
-"I'm stubborn, that's what I am," Harry chuckled. "That's usually not a good - thing, either. Ask Severus."
-"Yeah," Draco replied plainly.
-They sat together in comfortable silence for a very long time as Narcissa slept. - She stirred every now and then but didn't wake.
-"How are you feeling?" Draco asked after a long time. "I've noticed that you're - not exactly in the best of health, yourself."
-Harry rolled his right shoulder experimentally as he worked out some kinks. "I - think I'd rather have another encounter with Voldemort than with Rookwood. That man - was insane!"
-"He always seemed to be pretty grounded," Draco said. "You know… back in the - day."
-"That's what Severus said," Harry scoffed. "But when you start torturing people - with medieval devices, then singing some crooked lullaby to them as they cry in - agony, you're pretty mental in my books."
-Draco frowned. "I didn't know what he did exactly," he admitted. "Will you make a - full recovery?"
-"I will," Harry said. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love magic. - The problem is that when the lunatics get their hands on it, it can be very - devastating."
-"You're going over this pretty lightly," Draco pointed out.
-"I'm used to my fair share of pain," Harry said with a wry chuckle. "That said, - last week was one of the worst days of my life, even if the pain didn't really last - all that long. I guess I went too long without running into trouble."
-Draco chuckled and was about to reply when Narcissa suddenly sat up, her eyes wide - open as she stared at Draco in shock.
-None of the three people present spoke for the first moment but when the silence - became too uncomfortable, Draco reluctantly said: "Mum?"
-A few tears dropped from Narcissa's eyes as she regarded Draco, her lip trembling. - "D-Draco," she said. "I'm so sorry, child. I'm so, so sorry." Draco gasped as he - heard his name on his mother's lips again.
-Narcissa's tears now flowed freely as she buried her face into her hands, her - shoulders trembling as she tried to contain herself. Draco sat next to her in the bed - and draped his arm around her shoulders. Harry saw that he was trying to stay strong - but he was not really succeeding.
-"It's alright, mother," he said, a careful happiness evident in his voice. "You're - back now."
-He glanced up at Harry and when he saw the boy watching carefully he mouthed the - words 'thank you.'
-Harry smiled, nodded and silently retreated from the room, leaving mother and son - to grieve the time they had lost with each other.
-When the skele-gro would finally work on Snape again, he was able to get rid of - the cast he had to wear. Already, he was complaining about its itchiness to which - Harry could only roll his eyes. If he could trade his aching joints for a very - localised itch, he would do it in a heartbeat.
-When the cast was indeed removed, there was only one last thing for Harry and - Snape to do. They had once again been summoned to the guild pyramid to attend another - meeting.
-"I suppose that saving the world again might have changed their views of your - skills," Snape told Harry as he started climbing the stairs. Harry groaned as he too - dragged himself upwards.
-"What is it with old societies and their terribly impractical meeting places?" he - complained. "Honestly, would it kill them to install an elevator? Or better yet, to - relocate to a nice air conditioned office building?"
-Snape laughed as he offered Harry his arm in assistance. Harry gratefully took it, - leaning heavily on Snape for the rest of the way.
-"I'll bring it up in the next guild meeting," Snape said. "Perhaps it is time for - some changes."
-When they finally stumbled into the meeting space, everyone was already sitting in - their rightful seats. Harry could see that the staff of Caduceus was back on the wall - as if it was never taken in the first place. Snape didn't take his seat. Instead, he - allowed Harry to sit there, knowing that the boy was still healing. None of the other - masters objected.
-"Welcome back, Harry Potter," Lovegood said authoritatively. "It is not usually - that we gather twice in the same year for the same person. But we have all agreed - that you provide enough cause for an exception."
-Snape snorted as if to say that that was nothing new but Harry ignored him, - entwining his fingers and listening politely.
-"As we are all aware, you have been quite busy since last we all met," Lovegood - continued. "Not only have you shown astounding promise as a brewer while maintaining - the hospital stocks, but you also managed to brew a cure to a disease that – until - recently – seemed to be undefeatable. And you did so without any outside - assistance."
-Harry was about to object when he saw Snape shake his head out of the corner of - his eye.
-"Esteemed colleagues," Lovegood continued, now facing the other Masters. "After - the onslaught that was 'the dissolving sweats' happened, I have joined Mr Potter's - research to try and find a cure to a more common and often forgotten disease, namely - dementia."
-The masters started whispering to each other when Lovegood raised his hand to - demand silence. "I was able to get some first-hand experience with Mr Potter's - process. And though he may be somewhat chaotic at times –" Lovegood winked at Harry - as he said this, " – He is also fiercely committed to every task he receives or gives - himself. Had he not been interrupted by the unfortunate appearance of a certain Death - Eater, he would have no doubt completed the cure sooner."
-"Master Lovegood?" one of the Masters interrupted. "Are you implying that he - managed to create a cure? For dementia, I mean."
-"Only a few days ago," Lovegood said. "But yes. Yes indeed. The potion has been - tested and the test-subject has been reported to have made a full recovery. We shall - have to wait to see the long-term effects but it all seems very promising, much as - our apprentice himself."
-Snape put a hand on Harry's shoulder and when Harry looked up at him, he could see - the man smiling.
-"I propose another vote," Lovegood finally said. "And I believe we needn't wait - for Mr Potter to leave the room. He is still recovering from his injuries for one and - I do believe that we can share the results immediately this time."
-Lovegood glared around the room as if he dared anyone to disagree with him. When - no one did, he smiled and nodded. "All those in favour of granting Harry Potter the - title of Potions Master?"
-Lovegood raised his hand high in the air and was immediately followed by eleven - others. Harry gaped with open mouth at the fast response. Since Snape wasn't allowed - to vote, that meant that everyone had voted in his favour. Everyone! Snape squeezed - his shoulder in excitement and Harry swallowed thickly.
-"Then it appears we have reached an accord," Lovegood said. "Congratulations, - Master Potter. "I am certain that we may keep expecting great things from you."
-"Thank you," Harry said breathlessly. "Thank you all for this honour. I – I don't - know what to say."
-Lovegood and several others chuckled.
-"Eloquent as always, Mr Potter," Snape teased from behind him. Harry looked at his - father to see his eyes shining with pride. Harry had never seen the man smile - brighter. "Well done, my son," he said. "You deserve this."
-Harry quickly wiped his eyes and grinned. He had done it. He had finally done it. - Now, there was only one more step he had to take.
-He had long since decided just what it was that he wanted to do. That was why he - stopped Professor Slughorn as they reached the bottom of those awful stairs.
-"Well done, Harry," Slughorn said in obvious delight as he clapped Harry on the - shoulder. "Well done, indeed. Your mother would be proud."
-"She is," Harry agreed. "But I was wondering about something."
-"Do tell, Harry," Slughorn said eagerly. "Anything I can help with, I will."
-"Well, I was wondering if you were still planning on teaching next year?" Harry - asked. "If you don't mind my saying, it appears to me that you're rather tired of all - of this."
-Slughorn sighed, stroking his chin in thought. "While I do love to teach, it is - sometimes difficult to keep up with the students who seem keen on… thinking outside - of the box, so to speak," he admitted. "Your Ms Lovegood is a fine example of that. - But with Severus on the defence post, I fear that the job might go to someone who is - simply not qualified if I went back into retirement. Just look at what happened with - Defence Against the Dark Arts for all those years."
-Harry nodded in understanding. "I hear what you're saying sir," he said. "But how - would you feel about me as the next teacher?"
-"You?" Slughorn asked, a smile broadening on his face as his eyes began to shine. - He clapped his hands together. "My boy, that would be a fabulous idea. If you're - serious about this, I would happily recommend you to Albus."
-Harry winked cheekily at Slughorn. "I'm very serious," he said. "Though I can only - hope to be as good a teacher as you are, sir."
-Slughorn snorted. "I may be easy to flatter but even I see you being blatantly - modest." He sighed happily. "Yes, you I could happily allow to take my position. But - only you."
-Epilogue
-Harry was checking himself in the mirror, trying to see the back of his robes as - Snape was trying to button them for him.
-"Would you stop squirming so much?" Snape chided. "You're going to wrinkle - them."
-"I just don't get it," Harry sighed. "My robes are exactly the same as yours and - yet they don't…"
-Snape smirked. "They don't what?"
-"You know," Harry said, making a wavy movement with his hand. "They don't - billow!"
-Snape chuckled as he walked around Harry, eyeing him critically. "You know," he - said. "I will let you in on my secret as long as you promise not to tell a single - soul."
-Harry grinned as he watched Snape from the mirror. "You have my word," he said - solemnly.
-"You see," Snape said softly, "everyone thinks that I must use a spell on my robes - for them to get like that. But they're wrong. What I truly use –" With an exaggerated - flourish, Snape produced a small vial from his robes. "- Is this!"
-"A potion!" Harry smacked himself on the forehead. "I should have known."
-"Use this one on your robes," Snape said. "A few drops should suffice. And if you - really like it, I can give you the recipe later. Just don't be surprised if the - students start referring to you as a bat."
-"Brilliant," Harry said in awe. "I'll make good use of it."
-"I'm sure you will," Snape said. "Now be off. You can't be late for your first - class."
-Harry winked at him. "Only by a minute," he said cheekily.
-The door to the potions lab opened with a bang as Harry Potter – the new Potions - Professor – stormed into the classroom. Taking long, hasty strides, he kept walking – - his robes billowing behind him - until he reached the front of the class, then - allowed his cold and foreboding glare to pierce every student's gaze, calling them to - attention without a word.
-"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," he - said icily, his voice booming through the otherwise quiet classroom. "As such, I - don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is - potion-making. However, for those select few –" he stopped his gaze at an entirely - random Gryffindor, "- Who possess, the predisposition…"
-It suddenly became far too much. Harry started laughing, waving his hand in a - dismissive gesture as he casually hopped onto his desk. "I can't do this," he told - his new students, chuckling all the while. Some of the first-years shared an awkward - grin between them.
-"Let's try a different approach, shall we? I'm Harry Potter and that over there is - my owl Hedwig," he said pointing at the snowy owl who sat on a perch in the corner. - "If she tells you you're doing something wrong, you'd best listen. She's usually - right. Now, which one of you knows where to look if you needed a bezoar?"
-The end.
-I can't believe that the series has come to an end at last yet here we are. - It's only fitting that I say a few things.
-First, I want to thank my beta and friend for all of his hard work. On the - site he is known as Pagemaster4TW and on the discord channel as - Sneaky_Prawn. He has gone far beyond what a regular beta would do. - He's been here for me since the beginning of TPM and has helped not only by reading - the chapters beforehand and unearthing the mistakes but also by engaging in hour-long - brainstorming sessions with me. without him, TPM would probably be 20 chapters less - long. Thank you Sneaks! I know we didn't always see eye to eye but you really made a - difference.
-Secondly, I want to thank all of the people who have read the trilogy from - start to finish. Especially those who have patiently waited for me to upload time and - time again. A special thanks to those who reviewed and to FallingToast/FallingBread - who has even made fanart for the series.
-If I might ask you one last time to send me a review to tell me how - you felt about TPM but also which of the three stories you liked best. I am very - eager to find out.
-I will not be gone for long. Soon, I'll start on a new mentor story. I hope to - see you all there to join me on a new journey. Expect the first chapter of 'The - Subterfuge' on Friday.
-Thank you all!
-Chapter 5
-"So Hedwig, as we already knew, you can only see thestrals once you've seen death - and accepted it."
-Hedwig hooted knowingly in response.
-"Exactly!" Harry said as he turned the page of his book. Hedwig sat on her perch, - tilting her head as her master continued reading.
-"It says right here that they serve as some sort of bridge between the world of - the living and the dead. They are generally accepted as an ill omen but they're - really kind creatures – Luna would agree with that, I'm sure – that merely seek to - heal the ones left behind. Mentally, that is."
-Harry sighed, "The bridge between our worlds…"
-Hedwig flapped her wings twice and clicked her beak sharply, causing Harry to look - up;
-"Oh, right!" He grabbed hold of the sprigs of lavender he had already prepared and - threw them in his simmering cauldron. "Just in time. Thanks, Hedwig." Harry stirred - his concoction a few times, checking to make sure that it changed into the correct - colour and sat back down into his chair.
-"So perhaps a few strands of thestral hair could do the trick," Harry mused. He - scribbled a few notes on a piece of parchment that was already littered with askew - sentences, carelessly deposited onto the paper as if written down in haste. "But - should I use the hair of their tails or the hair of their manes? Hmmm…"
-Hedwig sagged somewhat on her perch, visibly relaxing as her master continued - studying.
-"Marigold flowers would work well in contrast," Harry mused out loud, "But I could - also use Acacia leaves."
-Hedwig ruffled her feathers in obvious dismay.
-"What?" Harry chuckled, looking up, "You don't like Acacia leaves?"
-Hedwig screeched shortly in response.
-"Marigold flowers it is," Harry said, writing down his chosen ingredient. Hedwig - hooted softly, tucking her head under her wing.
-"Oh, shoot!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, "I'm going to be late for History of - Magic!"
-He hastily put a stasis spell on the cauldron, swept his notes into one big, messy - pile and grabbed his bag and books as he held his quill between his teeth.
-"Ber Herdwerg," Harry tried saying but he got no response from the owl. In a hasty - flurry, he bolted out of the dungeon and raced towards his next class, spotting the - person in his path just a tad too late.
-And who better to crash into than Draco Malfoy? With a thud, Harry landed hard on - his backside, his books scattered everywhere, pieces of parchment still fluttering in - the air as they slowly descended. Harry's quill had dropped to the ground and rolled - away somewhere.
-"Seriously, Potter, can't you watch where you're going?" Draco chided in - annoyance, "A guy can't even walk through the dungeons anymore without being knocked - on his arse."
-"Sorry," Harry mumbled sheepishly as he got off the floor. He rubbed his backside - tenderly before extending a hand to the Malfoy heir who took it gracefully. Harry - pulled him upright before he went to pick up his things in a hurry.
-"Sorry, Draco," Harry apologized, "I'm going to be late for History."
-"You're actually going?" Draco asked incredulously, "You Gryffindors really are - too goody-two-shoes. You dropped the class! There's really no reason to go back - there. It's boring as hell anyway."
-"So I take it you didn't go?" Harry asked as he took one of the books Draco - offered him.
-"Not a chance," Draco replied easily, "I've got better things to do than listen to - the tedious details of orc and goblin wars. I would think you do too."
-Harry shrugged. "I don't see the harm," he admitted, "If I don't like it, I can - always drop it again, just like Dumbledore said. I just feel kind of bad for - Professor Bell you know?"
-"Oh, I get it now!" Draco exclaimed happily, "You've got the hots for her."
-"Wha- no!" Harry replied hastily, "She's like thirty"
-Harry started walking at a hurried pace. If he was fast, he could still make it. - Draco followed along, not letting up.
-"True as that may be," he said, "You have to admit that she's easily the hottest - teacher we've ever got."
-"Hermione would argue that that honour would befall Lockhart," Harry chuckled.
-Draco rolled his eyes. "Of the female teachers, you dunce," he said, slapping - Harry lightly on the head.
-"Please," Harry scoffed, "I prefer girls my own age."
-"Oh? Like who?" Draco urged.
-"Well, this is my stop!" Harry deflected easily, hurrying into the designated - classroom. He glanced over his shoulder to see Draco give him an exasperated look but - simply sent him a defiant smirk before he went to sit beside Ron and Hermione. Draco - left, smiling triumphantly for some reason.
-"What was that all about?" Ron asked.
-"Just Draco telling me how hot he thinks Professor Bell is," Harry divulged.
-Hermione huffed. "Boys," she growled but made no further comment. Harry's eyes - locked with Ron's for a moment before they boy chuckled. It was barely a few seconds - later that professor Bell flew into the class, looking a bit flustered with several - strands of hair out of place.
-She smiled warmly at the full class of teenagers that was already waiting for - her.
-"Hi guys!" she greeted, "I'm sorry I'm late. It's just so hard to find my way - around here."
-With a loud thud, she allowed her books to fall on her desk. "Oops, sorry!" she - winced at the loud noise. "Say, did you know that the staircases move on their own in - here? How does anybody get anywhere on time?" The look of amazement in her eyes - reminded Harry of many a first grader and made him realize that Bell did not go to - school here.
-"Oh, but I really should get started, shouldn't I?" she said somewhat - apologetically. She took out her wand and faced her class, still smiling brightly. - "Please open your books to page twenty-three. Today, we will be learning about - wizards and witches who have been worshipped by muggles throughout the ages, raising - them to a God-like status."
-"That's a long title," Ron whispered. Harry chuckled and Hermione shot him a - disparaging glance. Bell didn't seem to notice though.
-"There's no need to keep your eyes glued to your textbooks, children," Bell said, - "All of my classes have been doing that but I will make sure that you see the world - around you instead."
-She swished her wand in some complicated, elegant patterns when the air itself - started to vibrate, taking on colours and foreign outlines. Sounds started to fill - the room and Harry clutched his desk hard out of fear that he would fall to the - ground as soon as the room stopped writhing and moving. He noticed several others do - the same.
-"Don't worry," Bell said in a soothing voice, "Relax and take in the scene around - you. The year is 975 AD. We find ourselves in a town called 'Hofstadir where the - winds are cold but the pastures are green."
-Harry gasped in amazement as he laid eyes upon the large valleys and hillsides as - people hustled and bustled to get on with their lives. Most people wore thick, - woollen clothes. Pigs, sheep and goats seemed to be walking around in utter chaos but - this went unnoticed by the passers-by.
-"Among the villagers in this town, walks one that is more devious and clever than - any of his peers. Here he comes now!"
-A man walked among the villagers with his head held high, his posture proud as he - saluted those he passed. The ones that noticed him bowed down deeply, their noses - touching the ground as the man swept past, his long cloak billowing after him as his - long, black hair swept in the mind. A mischievous smile adorned his handsome face and - his long fingers held a lute that he played as he walked.
-"His name is Loki," Bell explained, "Some of you have probably heard about him - before. He is known as one of the most accomplished Masters in transmutation that - have ever walked this green earth. Back then, there was no ministry to keep the - wizards in check, so there was no one to stop a wizard from flaunting his skill. Such - a wizard often became revered."
-Loki bowed down to a beautiful young lady with long blond hair, tied into a braid - and held out an elegant hand. He spoke in a language that Harry did not understand - but the young lady giggled girlishly and took the hand. With one gesture, Loki - transformed her old rags into rich clothes. He picked up a few rocks from the ground - and transformed them into jewellery which he graciously handed over to the woman.
-Bell shook her head, smiling thinly. "A very accomplished master indeed but also a - trickster," Bell continued. "He broke many a woman's heart as he travelled, and - deceived many people just to get what he wanted."
-"Sounds like he would have done well in Slytherin," Ron snorted."
-"Quite right, Mr Weasley," Bell agreed, "He would have. If not for his cunning, - then surely for his ambition. But let's move on shall we?"
-Professor Bell swished her wand to the left and the room spun until it stopped on - an entirely new scene.
-"Since we're on the subject of incorrigible tricksters, we shall move further into - the past. We are in Greece and the era is 500 BC. Here we encounter a wizard that - loved muggles more than anything and was always doing his best to make their lives - better, much to the dismay of his fellow wizards and witches, of course. You can - imagine just how important 'pure blood' was at that time."
-The children watched a tall man wearing a ridiculous outfit mingle among what - seemed like commoners. Whenever someone tried to bow before him – which many - obviously felt compelled to do – he quickly stopped them and held them upright.
-"This is Hermes. I called him a trickster," Bell explained, "But he is one with a - good heart. He would mostly trick his own kind to the benefit of the muggles whom he - sought to protect. Pay close attention to the items he carries."
-Harry squinted and tried to discern the many silly-looking things this Hermes - carried with him. He wore a large satchel which depicted a rooster. He also wore a - round hat and a travellers cloak. With him, he carried a winged staff which was - entwined by two snakes but what was most noticeable were the ridiculous winged - sandals he wore.
-"Could he actually fly with those?" some disbelieving Hufflepuff asked.
-"He most certainly could," Bell said, "He charmed them much in the way one would - charm a broomstick. The wings are completely unnecessary, yes, but they surely filled - the hearts of his beloved muggles with awe. The most tricky part was to actually - maintain his balance in those shoes as he flew. Can you imagine?"
-As if ordered to do so, Hermes leapt into the sky and took off, the useless wings - on his sandals flapping for nothing but show as he wielded his staff at nothing in - particular.
-"He used his staff for healing and - according to some accounts – for alchemy as - well. It is clear how much the muggles loved him and he was rewarded for his efforts - by being considered a God."
-Bell flicked her wand once more and the scenery changed to that of a desert zone. - Large pyramids permeated the area and everyone recognised it unmistakably as - Egypt.
-"We have time for one more," Bell said happily, "I clearly don't need to tell you - where we are. It is about 2400 BC. This tour of our history would obviously not be - complete without including the ancient Egyptians, now would it?"
-Some of the students agreed wholeheartedly, Hermione being one of them. She had - been taking in all of the new information with wide-open eyes and a gleeful smile on - her face.
-In a flash, the scene zoomed in on the base of one of the pyramids where a female - lion lay basking in the sun.
-"Meet Sekhmet," Bell said dreamily, "She was known as the Goddess of War and - Healing but truthfully she was just a witch albeit a very powerful one at that."
-The class watched as the lioness rose from her spot and transformed into a - gorgeous woman with long, black hair. Her face was painted with black streaks and she - wore garish jewellery coloured in gold and blue.
-"As you can all see, she was an animagus which only served to enthral the muggles - even more."
-Some of the girls sighed dreamily as they watched the beautiful woman walk towards - her subjects. In the background, slaves were hard at work, sweating and labouring - away in the dry desert, their slavers always behind them.
-"It was a different time," Bell said sadly, "And Sekhmet was royalty. She never - saw any problem in using slaves and even used them herself. We can only hope that she - treated them with kindness."
-The scenery changed again but was still focused on Sekhmet who stood at the front - lines of what appeared to be an army.
-"She was ferocious," Bell continued, "And she was one of the very best at - duelling. She was always at the front lines of any battle and helped her people - through many wars."
-The students watched, their hands clinging to their seats in excitement as Sekhmet - charged into battle, casting spells left and right while not even using a wand or - anything of the sort.
-"Even when the enemy had their own wizard or witch –" Bell continued, focusing the - scene on another magic user that now came to stand in front of Sekhmet "- She still - won every battle. But even so –" The scenery changed again. They were now seeing the - aftermath of the battle. Many people were injured and dying. Sekhmet could be seen - kneeling down next to a bleeding man. "- She still cared for the lives of the people. - She was skilled in battle but also in healing charms. Unfortunately for her, she had - plenty of opportunities to practice both."
-Bell raised her wand into the air and in one fell swoop, the scenery seemed to get - sucked up into its tip. The entire class groaned but Bell smiled fondly.
-"Don't worry, class," she said, "If you would like to, you can take my class for - the rest of the year. I understand that history can be a bit boring but if you apply - yourself you can learn some interesting stuff."
-The class murmured incoherently in agreement, excitement clear in the air.
-"Now," Bell said, clapping her hands together, "I do believe it's time for lunch. - This is a bit embarrassing but could any of you show me the way to the great hall? - I'm afraid I'll just get lost again and miss lunch entirely."
-"We'll take you, Professor!" Hermione shouted excitedly, practically jumping up - and down.
-Bell chuckled. "Thank you very much, Ms Granger. I'll take you up on that."
-She picked up her bag and waited for the golden trio to get out of the classroom - after which she locked it magically.
-"I don't think anyone will be stealing anything from inside there, Professor," Ron - said.
-"Most definitely not, no," Bell replied, "But the magic in this room has been - strengthened to aid me in my… way of teaching, so to speak. I wouldn't want anyone - wandering in there unsupervised."
-"That was amazing, Professor!" Hermione said happily before Ron could retort, "Who - knew that History of Magic could be so amazing?!"
-Bell laughed, "Thank you, Ms Granger," she said, "That's quite the compliment. - Especially after learning about the horrible reputation my subject has in this - school. Everyone seemed to dread coming to my class."
-"Well, we were taught by a ghost," Ron said evenly, "And he was so boring, - everyone always fell asleep."
-"So I've heard," Bell said shaking her head, "It's such a shame, really. If I had - been taught by such a Professor, I'm sure I never would've taken a liking to the - subject myself."
-"Where did you go to school, Professor?" Harry asked daringly.
-"Ilvermorny," Bells admitted.
-"That's so far away!" Hermione exclaimed, "You don't sound American at all."
-"That's because I'm not," Bell chuckled, "But my father had us moved there for - work so I had to attend Ilvermorny instead of Hogwarts. It's a shame, really. I had - always wanted to come to Hogwarts."
-"Well, at least now you get to experience it," Harry offered, "And you don't even - have to sit through Binn's classes for it."
-Bell laughed. "I don't think I should be allowing you to speak about my - predecessor that way, but I'll permit it just this once." She winked at the threesome - as the stairway they were just on changed direction. Bell let out a little yelp and - clutched the balustrade tightly.
-"Why does it do that?" she asked in amusement.
-"We honestly don't know," Harry replied.
-"Some would say that Hogwarts is a bit fickle," Hermione supplied, "She likes to - toy with new people."
-"Oh, come on Hogwarts, be nice," Bell chided, "I'm not going to spray paint your - walls or anything like that."
-"It's okay, Professor," Hermione said, "We're still going in the right - direction."
-"This castle is huge," Bell said in awe, "Do you think we're –"
-"And what is the golden trio doing, wandering around the corridors?" drawled a - familiar voice, "Lunch will be starting soon."
-"Hi, Professor," Harry greeted Snape, completely undeterred by his sour attitude, - "We were just on our way there but the staircase moved on us."
-Snape frowned. "I didn't expect you to be needing a chaperone at this age. Afraid - to get cornered by a fantastical beast of sorts?"
-Harry frowned at Snape's odd behaviour. He opened his mouth to say something when - Bell interjected.
-"Actually, Professor Snape, they're the ones escorting me," she said, biting her - lip in embarrassment. "I haven't gotten the hang of navigating this place yet. It's - very daunting and I was worried that I wouldn't make it to the great hall in - time."
-Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow, "I understand," he replied curtly and swivelled - on his heel to depart but Harry stopped him.
-"You could help her out, Professor," Harry said sweetly, "You know, show your - fellow colleague the area. Show her the secret passages and everything."
-Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Don't presume to tell me what to do, Mr Potter - or I will be forced to punish you accordingly."
-Harry was ready to fight Snape on this but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. - It was Bell's. She smiled sweetly at Snape and said: "That's okay, really. I'll be - fine. You go on ahead and we'll make it there on time as well."
-Snape nodded curtly and walked away, his robes ever-billowing.
-"What's his problem?" Harry muttered, "He's acting as if someone stole all of his - dragon blood."
-Bell chuckled softly, "Now, Harry, you shouldn't say stuff like that."
-"And why do you call him 'Professor Snape'?" Harry asked, "All of the other - teachers call him Severus. And he's about your age."
-"Well," Bell said in a hushed voice, "He kind of scares me. But don't tell him I - said that! He'll probably be very mad that I said anything of the sorts to a student. - As a matter of fact, could you just forget the last five minutes happened? That would - be great."
-"If you say so, Professor," Ron shrugged.
-"But he's really not as bad as he seems," Harry said.
-"Though he does take some getting used to," Hermione supplied, "But once you've - moved past his walls, you'll see that he has a heart of gold."
-Ron snorted, "Hermione! Did you forget that awful potion he fed me?"
-"Well, you were rummaging through his potions lab," Hermione said smartly, "What - did you expect?"
-"You all dared me to do it!" Ron huffed, "And a Gryffindor does not back away from - a dare."
-Bell chuckled merrily, "Is that what Gryffindors stand for then? I'll be sure to - remember that."
-"What house were you sorted into, Professor?" Hermione asked, "I know that - Ilvermorny has four houses as well."
-"I love that you know that!" Bell said happily, "Well, I was sorted into - Thunderbird."
-"I guess I can see that," Hermione nodded knowingly. Harry and Ron just shared a - confused look.
-"Here we are!" Harry said as he gestured towards the open doors to the great - hall.
-"You three are my heroes!" Bell exclaimed happily as she led the way inside. She - waved one last time at the trio as they took their seat. "See you next time!" she - shouted before half-walking, half-running to the high table to sit in the last - available spot next to Filch to whom she amicably started chatting away.
-"What are you looking at?" Ginny chided as she saw Harry staring after - Bell.
-"Just wondering how someone so airheaded managed a teaching position here," Harry - said, shaking his head.
-"I like the way she teaches, though," Ginny said, "She's much better than Binns - ever was."
-"Much better looking too – Ow! Hermione!"
-Ron was rubbing the sore spot on his head where Hermione had hit her with her - book.
-"What was that for?"
-"For being a pig," Hermione snarled before digging into her food.
-Ron rolled his eyes and stuffed two rolls in his mouth. Meanwhile, Harry smiled - wryly at Ginny who winked at him with a smirk.
-"Why are you being such a git?" Harry asked as he carefully measured his sheep's - milk.
-"Excuse me?" Snape snarled. Harry finished measuring, the tip of this tongue - between his teeth and waited to respond until he had put the beaker back down.
-"To Professor Bell, I mean," Harry said, "You're acting as if she were some - first-year Gryffindor or something."
-"I believe that my interactions with other members of the staff are of no concern - to you," Snape said dangerously, "Now, focus."
-"Don't be like that," Harry groaned, "No one is around to hear us anyway. I don't - get why you're being so defensive. Hold on, it says here to use a sprig of rosemary - but wouldn't the potion do better with azaleas? I'm sure it would react better to the - acid of the snake venom."
-"Interesting argument," Snape conceded, "Go ahead and try it but be sure to wear - gloves as you do so. Also, I am not being defensive. I simply do not like her. There - are a lot of people I don't like and I don't want to be forced to interact with - them."
-"No one is forcing you," Harry said as he rummaged through the stash of - ingredients, looking for azaleas.
-"Then what would you call that attempt to have me show her around the castle?" - Snape huffed, "Social interactions are bad enough without them being forced on - me."
-"A little bit of common courtesy could go a long way," Harry said as he retrieved - his prize. "And who knows, you might end up liking her."
-"She is far too child-like and energetic for my taste," Snape snarled, his nose - scrunched up in disgust, "I've heard about her lessons. Ridiculous."
-"Brilliant!" Harry countered, "I don't think anyone will want to drop History of - magic now. If she teaches like that all the time, we will all be history buffs in no - time."
-"I would rather you focused on potions," Snape said, watching with interest how - Harry carefully tossed in the azalea leaves.
-"I am!" Harry said, "And hey. You're the one who told me to keep up with my other - classes as well. Don't get all upset with me that I find them interesting."
-Snape didn't respond. He watched intently as the potion in Harry's cauldron - bubbled gently. Hedwig flew over and landed on Harry's shoulder, hooting softly.
-"What do you think?" Harry asked.
-"Shh," Snape hushed him, "Give it some time."
-They both watched the concoction intently. When it stopped bubbling, Harry hauled - it off the fire and bottled the brew.
-"Hmm," Snape pondered, "I suggest that we test the potion as soon as we can. Don't - forget to write down your findings and your work. If this potion turns out to be more - potent, it might interest a lot of people."
-"I only changed one thing." Harry argued, "It won't change the world."
-"We can only change one thing at a time, Harry," Snape said, "The important thing - is for you to keep trying.
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-Chapter 6
-A loud, cackling laugh pierced the night air as Greyback ripped a poor - unsuspecting muggle apart under the eerie light of the full moon. Bellatrix sat - slouched comfortably against a large oak tree, twirling her wand expertly while she - giggled, her amusement triggered by the helpless howls of Greyback's victims.
-Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange sat with her, quietly taking in the dark scene as - it played out. They were not disturbed so to speak but they didn't share in the - crazed delight Bellatrix seemed to drown her senses in whenever she saw blood.
-"I honestly don't understand what you see in her," Rabastan whispered to his - brother, "She's mental."
-"Be quiet," Rodolphus said softly, throwing Rabastan a disparaging look. "She - might kill you just for saying that, you know?"
-"My point exactly," Rabastan muttered through gritted teeth. He kicked the corpse - of the half-eaten muggle that lay before him as he waited for the feral werewolf to - finish his meal.
-"I just don't understand why we have to stay with them," Rabastan said.
-"You know very well why," Rodolphus hissed, "I don't know if it has escaped your - attention but for the last year, our kind has been hunted down and thrown into - Azkaban. Or worse, murdered in cold blood. I prefer my chances as they are in a - larger group instead of by myself, thank you very much."
-"Rookwood seems to be doing fine all alone," Rabastan sighed.
-"Well I'm sorry to say but you are simply not as clever or cunning as Rookwood," - Rodolphus replied, "You are welcome to take your chances by yourself, brother but I - am staying with my wife and her pet wolf if it's all the same to you."
-"What are you two blathering about?" Bellatrix' shrill voice cut through the - sultry summer air.
-"We were just wondering about Rookwood's whereabouts, my dear," Rodolphus replied, - "No one has seen him in a while."
-"I doubt that anyone will see him again," Bellatrix pouted, "He's always been a - cowardly little rat. Very much like Pettigrew, you know. He likes to hide and bide - his time while his stronger allies do all the dirty work."
-"Of course, Bella," Rodolphus said trying not to unnerve his wife.
-Bellatrix huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "What? Don't you like being - around me anymore?"
-Rodolphus put on his winning smile and closed the distance between him and his - wife in one long stride. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to - him, his lips meeting hers in what appeared to be a wild, passionate kiss. But while - her eyes were closed, Rodolphus shot a warning look at his brother before refocusing - his attention on taming the beast.
-"I would never want to leave your side, my love," he added for good measure. - "We're simply worried about our current status."
-Bellatrix wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned widely as she - tapped Rodolphus' nose lightly. "I'm sorry, my pet," she whispered, "It's all because - of that traitor, Snape that we're in this mess."
-"You are quite right, my darling," Rodolphus agreed easily, glad that the focus - wasn't on him or his brother for a change. He tried desperately to ignore the sounds - of ripping flesh and someone gurgling as they tried to breathe through their - blood-filled throat. "If it wasn't for Snape, we would all still be in the presence - of our esteemed and wonderful Lord."
-As expected, Bellatrix fell despairingly into his arms, wailing loudly as she was - reminded of their tragic loss.
-"There will never again be one as great as he was," Bellatrix sniffed, clinging - onto Rodolphus' robes as she sobbed. "He understood. He always understood."
-"I know Bella," Rodolphus said lovingly. Or at least, he tried to sound loving. - Greyback howled somewhere in the distance and Rodolphus' eyes darted to his brother - who was looking around in fear, probably wondering if he would be Greyback's next - victim.
-"I will murder them," Bellatrix suddenly said viciously.
-"What did you say, my love?"
-"I will murder them all!" Bellatrix screeched, "And I will start with Snape and - that Potter brat. They took my lord away. My reason for being alive! I shall take - their lives as compensation and they will suffer greatly before I do!"
-Rodolphus had to do his very best not to roll his eyes at the deranged woman. She - had been spouting nonsense about revenge every other night. But the truth was that as - long as they were hunted by the ministry, they could hardly move about casually. - Planning any sort of attack on people who were under the protection of Hogwarts and – - by extension – Dumbledore would be nothing short of foolish. Even Bellatrix would be - able to understand that.
-Harry carefully watched the bubbling of the potion in his cauldron, adding the - ingredients at exactly the right intervals. He was stirring the concoction as he - wandlessly commanded his stirrer to circle in intricate patterns, holding his book - open with the hand that was not busy casting spells.
-He barely heard Slughorn's lecture or corrections as he hovered near other - students' cauldrons. Instead, Harry focused carefully on the hiccoughing solution he - was brewing. A silly potion for being relatively difficult to brew, for sure. - Especially when one considered the fact that hiccoughing was harmless most of the - time and would pass on its own. But it was good practice.
-In fact, Harry thought that if he tweaked the potion a bit, it might become useful - to combat heartburn.
-"Perfect as always, Harry," Slughorn commented as he glanced into Harry's - cauldron.
-"Thank you, sir," Harry replied politely, careful not to look away from what he - was doing. It was not as if he didn't value Slughorn's opinion but he valued Snape's - more. And he knew that brewing at this level was far beneath him at this point. And - Harry suspected that Slughorn knew it too. The old Potions master hovered for a few - seconds more while Harry revisited his heartburn idea in his mind. Something seemed - to be bothering the man but Harry paid it no attention at this point.
-Harry put a stasis on his cauldron before hurrying off to the pantry. It was so - odd to think that rummaging through the various potion ingredients felt like second - nature by now. A couple of years ago, he would not have recognized that black lotus - that was carefully tucked away in a corner, nor would he have known what its uses - were. Harry smiled to himself as he considered how far he'd come and kept looking for - the ingredients he needed.
-It wasn't long until he had his hands on some root of the ginger plant but it took - him a while longer to find the liquorice. He emerged victoriously and noticed that - Slughorn was looking at him. Harry thought it would be best if he actually made his - intentions known and approached the older man.
-"Excuse me, sir," Harry said politely.
-"What can I do for you, Harry?" Slughorn asked kindly, "Those ingredients do not - belong in the hiccoughing solution."
-"I'm aware of that, Professor," Harry said, "But I was wondering if you would - allow me to alter the potion a bit to make it more… well… useful."
-"That is not really the assignment, Harry," Slughorn said doubtfully, "My request - of you was a hiccoughing solution."
-"I understand sir," Harry said, "So how about I divide the potion I've brewed so - far into two cauldrons and pick up from there?"
-"Do you believe yourself proficient enough to work on multiple draughts at once?" - Slughorn asked, furrowing his brow.
-Harry actually snorted at that. "I assure you that's not a problem, sir," Harry - replied respectfully, "I've done it many times before."
-Slughorn considered Harry for a moment before his expression softened. He almost - seemed disappointed about something.
-"Very well," he conceded, "As long as you provide me with a vial of the - hiccoughing solution at the end of class, you may proceed as you suggested. But do - not expect me to go easy on your grade simply because you took on an extra - difficulty."
-"I wouldn't dream of it, sir," Harry said happily before hurriedly getting back to - his cauldron.
-With a flick of his wand, he summoned a spare cauldron, belonging to the school - and set it on the fire. He carefully divided the solution in half and summoned a - second stirrer that he put to work as well. If his calculations were correct, the - making of the potion could stay the same for the most part but a few of the - ingredients needed to be substituted.
-In the cauldron that was meant to become the hiccoughing solution, Harry carefully - added two spoonfuls of anise oil. At the same time, he added the liquorice to his new - creation. It smelled sweet and its consistency became a lot thicker. Perhaps not - entirely as envisioned.
-With the anise oil completely absorbed, Harry added the cups of pineapple juice - accordingly, moving the stirrer in an up- and downward motion such as to absorb the - juice without allowing for too much air to be pushed out. It would still need to - bubble, after all. Harry sighed. He could make this potion with his eyes closed. He - turned down the fire somewhat to let the hiccoughing solution simmer and turned his - attention back to the second cauldron. He finely cut up the ginger root and added it - bit by bit to the solution, watching carefully as the tough roots were swallowed by - the thicker liquid.
-It would need to boil for a while longer to soften the tough root, but that would - result in more liquid escaping and a thicker solution. So either it could be used as - some sort of syrup or he would need to add more water along the way. But that water - would not have absorbed any of the ingredients yet so that might be problematic. - Perhaps he could –
-Oh, he had almost forgotten to add the final ingredient to the hiccoughing - solution. He grabbed the previously chopped up dill plant and scattered it into the - potion, giving it two more stirs before hauling it off the fire and leaving it to - cool. It looked positively perfect and should earn him an O easily.
-However… Harry now stared at the second potion with a hint of defeat but also - curiosity. This wouldn't work. He bottled a sample anyway to check out later. Maybe - Snape had an idea of what went wrong.
-"Stay after class if you will, Harry," Slughorn said and when Harry snapped his - head up to look at his professor, he found him to be looking at him kindly.
-"Of course, Professor," Harry agreed, cleaning his working station before deciding - that his hiccoughing solution had cooled down enough to bottle as well.
-Both Hermione and Draco shot Harry a curious glance when class was over but went - on ahead without him. It was not as if Slughorn was known as some sort of terrifying - teacher. In fact, he had been nothing but friendly in the past so there was no reason - for concern.
-When the last student had left the room, Harry placed his potion on Slughorn's - desk and waited.
-"Ah yes, thank you, Harry," Slughorn said, giving the potion only a momentary - glance. His eyes then searched Harry's nervously, almost as if he was some infatuated - schoolboy.
-"Harry," he said gravely, "It has come to my attention that you have been - apprenticed to Severus."
-"That is correct," Harry admitted carefully.
-Slughorn sighed exasperatedly as he stood behind his chair, leaning heavily on the - slim piece of furniture.
-After a moment's consideration, he asked: "May I ask why you haven't asked - me to be your master? I am the current Potions Master of Hogwarts, - after all. Not to mention that I'm the one who taught Severus most of what he knows. - I have far more experience and I daresay that I am most likely the more capable - brewer."
-Harry was taken aback for a moment. Slughorn was jealous?
-"It is clear to me that you are a very talented young man indeed," Slughorn - continued when Harry didn't answer. "At least as talented as your mother was if not - even more so. I would have very much liked to tutor you as well. Have you not even - considered me?"
-"Professor," Harry stammered uncomfortably, "I'm not sure if you've heard but I - have been living with Professor Snape for the last couple of years. Not only that, - but he officially adopted me last Christmas. Even if you were the better potioneer –" - Which you're not, thought Harry, "- It was still far easier for me to be - aligned to someone who already had a connection with me. You see Professor, he knows - me better than anyone at this point and he knows how to motivate and teach me."
-"So it was more about your personal connection than about skill?" Slughorn - questioned.
-"That would be accurate," Harry said dryly.
-"I suppose I can understand that," Slughorn agreed, "Especially after having so - tragically lost both of your parents."
-Harry simply nodded. He knew what Slughorn was trying to do. He wanted to start - building some sort of rapport between the two of them but Harry really didn't feel - like opening up to Slughorn. Not that he was a bad man, per se, but Harry didn't like - how the man seemed to collect people.
-"Very well, Harry," Slughorn said after a moment's respite, "Thank you for your - explanation. Just remember that if you ever need potion advice and Severus is not - around, that I can always help you out. Now run along."
-"Yes, thank you, Professor," Harry replied before hastily leaving, hoping that he - hadn't missed too much of lunch yet.
-The tables in the great hall were still stacked with food and drink and not a - single student had left yet. Harry supposed that he had more time than he originally - thought. He went to sit with his friends and glanced at the high table, meeting - Snape's gaze. The man raised his eyebrows as if asking Harry where he had been but - Harry simply shrugged.
-The man might officially be his father now, but there was no reason for Harry to - go and tell him everything that was going on as soon as it happened. He would explain - Slughorn's jealousy to him the next time they shared a pot of tea or something.
-"What did he want?" Draco asked as he slid in the seat next to Harry. None of the - Gryffindors even seemed to care anymore that the Slytherin prince joined their table - every now and then. It had become a normal occurrence and Draco wasn't pestered about - it by either side anymore.
-"He wanted to know why I chose Snape over him," Harry said easily.
-Draco snorted. "Ah, the never-ending battle for - The-Boy-Who-Continues-To-Live."
-"Honestly," Harry growled, "You would think that with Voldemort gone, people would - pay less attention to me."
-"Less?" Ron exclaimed, his mouth filled to the brim. "You killing off the greatest - threat to the wizarding world in decades has only increased the wonder surrounding - the golden boy, you know?"
-"Chew with your mouth closed, Ronald," Hermione chastised. "Did Slughorn - understand in the end, Harry?"
-"I think he did," Harry shrugged.
-Before anyone could say anything else, Peeves flew into the great hall, much to - the dismay of most of the teachers and students present. Instead of charging forward, - like he normally would, he floated near the entrance, looking over his shoulder as if - he were waiting for someone.
-A few seconds later, a frayed and out of breath Professor Bell appeared, smiling - sheepishly when she saw everyone's gaze fall on her.
-"Milady," Peeves said jovially as he bowed exaggeratedly, stretching his arm - across the hall.
-"Thank you, Peeves," Bell said gratefully, "I don't know what I would have done - without you."
-Peeves cackled loud before disappearing through a wall.
-"Bloody hell," Ron whispered, "Did she tame Peeves?"
-"Looks like it," Draco replied in utter amazement. "In the end, it was beauty that - tamed the beast."
-"Stop drooling," Harry chided, "Before she hears you. And isn't it beauty that - killed the beast?"
-Bell walked alongside the Gryffindor table to go and sit in her usual seat but - stopped briefly next to Hermione to whisper: "I got lost again," before she hurried - along.
-Hermione chuckled loudly as the slightly flushed Professor Bell took her seat next - to Snape who only gave her a sideways glance before stiffly buttering his toast. Bell - tried to offer him the jam but Snape ignored her completely. Eventually, she put the - jam down next to the butter and focused on a bowl of fruit salad herself.
-"Looks like Snape found a new victim to assert his dominance over," Ron said - flatly.
-"Maybe he's just not used to pretty ladies sitting next to him?" Draco - offered.
-"Oh, stop it already!" Hermione huffed, "If you like her so much, why did you skip - her class?"
-"You really shouldn't have," Ron added, "It was brilliant."
-"So I've heard," Draco admitted, "I'll go to the next one."
-When Harry looked at the high table again, he saw Bell having an animated - conversation with Dumbledore while Snape sat in between them, looking awfully - disgruntled. Harry couldn't help but laugh. He really did like this woman and most - others seemed to as well. But it was so like Snape to dislike someone just for being - happy and perky.
-That evening, Harry found himself in the students' lab once again examining the - sludge he had created. Hedwig was eating the owl treats Harry had brought for her as - he tested the thick liquid to see if it was poisonous.
-"What are you doing?" Came Snape's deep voice.
-Harry jumped somewhat, slightly startled at the sudden presence of his adopted - father.
-"Don't do that," he scolded, "prowling around like the dungeon bat you are."
-Snape raised that typical sardonic eyebrow and smirked maliciously. "Five points - from Gryffindor for your disrespect."
-Harry made a distracted noise as he went back to examining his failure.
-"I will ask again," Snape said impatiently, "What are you doing?"
-"Trying to find out if I made something that works or if I just made expensive - mud."
-Snape snorted, "Expensive mud is the main export product of Potions Apprentices. - It's too bad nobody will buy it."
-"I thought I was on to something," Harry said, ignoring Snape's attempt at a joke, - "But my instincts might have been off."
-"Harry," Snape sighed, "What are we practising here?"
-Harry looked up in confusion, twirling his sludge vial back and forth.
-"I may call this subject an art when I try to get through to students but in - reality, it is a science. Everything needs to be carefully measured and calculated if - you want something to work. Surely, you know that?"
-"Of course I do," Harry said grumpily, "It was a spur of the moment thing."
-"It's fine if you want to try some things," Snape replied, "But it would be better - if you thought these things through before you put them to the test. You can get - lucky every now and then but if you do something very wrong, you might blow up."
-"I know what ingredients not to mix, you know," Harry argued, "I might - accidentally make the potion inert but I doubt I would blow anything up." He was - getting a bit annoyed with Snape's interference.
-"Don't presume that you know everything," Snape said sternly, "Not even I know the - full effects of every single ingredient out there, let alone their effects on each - other. You are most likely aware of the basics behind most of the ingredients found - on the premises but I highly doubt you've explored every single possible - combination."
-Harry huffed in annoyance. "Not yet, no but I can't get there without doing - research!"
-"Mind your tone," Snape said gruffly, "And you're right. You have to do research - but that doesn't mean randomly throwing some ingredients together and hoping that - they magically bland into what you've envisioned. Did you even calculate the proper - amounts before acting on your instincts?"
-"No, sir," Harry admitted. "But I was sure I got it. It seemed like such an easy - substitution."
-Snape's gaze softened. "It's not atypical of apprentices to believe they know the - ins and outs of the craft," he said gently, "But it would do well for you to know - your limits before you proceed. If not for your own safety, than for that of - others."
-Harry nodded and thrust his vial in Snape's direction. "So this is –"
-"Expensive mud," Snape replied easily. "Why don't you work out what you were - trying to do and attempt it again tomorrow? Don't give up now. I bet you're on to - something here."
-"Okay," Harry said, putting down his notes for now. "Will you help me?"
-"If you deem it necessary," Snape replied, "Though I would first advise you to try - by yourself."
-Harry nodded, dropping his head on his arms as he looked at Hedwig who was - cleaning her feathers.
-"Slughorn is jealous of you," he said.
-Snape didn't look the least bit surprised. "Professor Slughorn, Harry," - he corrected, "And let me guess. He wished that you had chosen him as a - master instead of me."
-"Yup," Harry said, "Ten points to Slytherin."
-Snape ruffled Harry's tangled hair as the young man chuckled wearily. "Stop that!" - he said, batting Snape's hand away.
-"Scared I'll chase away the birds?" Snape asked amusedly but continued on in a - more serious tone of voice. "Did you get the feeling that Professor Slughorn might - treat you unfairly because of this?"
-"Nah," Harry said, "He's not like that. It felt more like he's going to try to get - in my good graces."
-"He's not a bad ally to have, you know," Snape said thoughtfully, "In the end, he - too is an accomplished master."
-"I guess it's hard to imagine him as such," Harry admitted, "When you're used to - your Potions Master gliding through the castle like some sort of deranged dementor, - the charismatic feel of an average ageing man is severely reduced."
-Snape sneered dangerously. "Be careful before this deranged dementor has you - gutting toads for the rest of the evening."
-"You can't," Harry smiled contently.
-"And do tell me why that is, you brat," Snape snarled.
-"Because I already cut ginger root today," Harry said cleverly, "It wouldn't react - well with the frog's kidney's, sir."
-Snape smiled broadly. "Exactly right, apprentice."
-Chapter six is finished already. This is going well. Please share your - thoughts with me through the power of the review! 'Imperio!'
-Hello, dearies. I need to warn you that while from this chapter I'm heading in - the direction of Ginny/Harry, I don't like the pairing and this is not how it's going - to go. Also, since romance really isn't my prime writing style, this following - chapter will probably have the most romance in the entirety of this fic. It's simply - to make Harry's seventeen-year-old brain seem more realistic. I'm sorry for those put - off by it, but again, this is simply not how it's going to go. Trust me a bit on - this!
-Chapter 7
-Snape sneered maliciously as he sat alone in the staff meeting room. He resolutely - despised these gatherings and was absolutely certain that he could spend his time far - better than sitting there listening to some old fool proclaim Gryffindor greatness. - And yet, Snape found himself with no choice in the matter. However less than ideal - this situation might be, Snape was still employed to Albus Dumbledore and would, - therefore, need to do at least as much as attend regular staff meetings, however much - he loathed it. At least he had managed to avoid the onerous burden of 'Secret Santa' - every year.
-Snape's mind snapped back to attention when Dumbledore moved on from his usual - pleasantries and the ridiculous offering of lemon drops. It was only Hogwarts' latest - addition that took one of the offered sweets. From the way Dumbledore's eyes - sparkled, one would think he had just been gifted a particularly rare novelty. One - that would do well on his desk alongside his other thingamabobs.
-"As the first point on the agenda I would like to inform you all of the very first - apprenticeship we have had on school grounds in over a decade," Dumbledore said - happily.
-Snape glanced around the room to see Slughorn, Poppy and McGonagall eyed him - knowingly while the rest of the staff stared curiously at Dumbledore. "It has become - apparent that Harry Potter displays quite the proficiency in potions. He has - therefore been assigned as an apprentice to our very own Severus Snape."
-Taking in the reactions of the staff was rather amusing. Snape noted that Slughorn - seemed beyond envious but this he had already gathered from Harry's explanation. - McGonagall seemed rather pleased for some reason. Well, as Harry's head of house she - was rather close to him. She must be very aware of the current relationship between - what once were antagonists. Perhaps even more so than Dumbledore.
-Speaking of which, he was gauging the reactions of his employees as much as Snape - was but the furious sparkle in those baby blue eyes did not diminish. In fact, they - seemed to shine with a brightness that was rare even in Dumbledore.
-Hagrid was predictable as always. The good-natured oaf wasted no time in - congratulating Snape by patting him harshly on the back, practically knocking the - wind out of him. Snape did his best to keep up the appearance that he was unbothered - by the half-giant's manhandling and graciously accepted his congratulatory slurs.
-Poppy simply beamed at him. She had definitely seen Snape at his worst, mentally - speaking. Snape flushed when he recalled a few moments where he had nearly broken - down over Harry's shattered body. It was a good thing that he could count on her - discretion or his reputation would be permanently destroyed.
-Most of the others simply murmured congratulations, some more heartfelt than - others. It was clear that some of his colleagues still deemed Snape unworthy of - caring for Harry. But then again, they hadn't exactly announced their newfound - rapport to the world so that was only to be expected.
-Maya Bell, the far too gleeful History professor with no sense of direction - whatsoever was, of course, not aware of the history Snape and Harry shared. That is - unless someone told her about all of the intricate details of the staff's - relationships be it among each other or with students.
-Snape narrowed his eyes as he watched the brunette approach him, her eyes darting - around the room as if to gauge everyone else's reaction first. He could see the exact - moment she decided on her own tactic when her eyes stopped seeking validation and - simply steadied to calmly meet his gaze.
-She smiled at him warmly and Snape had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at - her. What was she even trying to achieve here?
-"Congratulations, Severus!" she said heartily, "I know I can expect great things - from both of you in the future. And who knows –" She actually had the audacity to - wink at him. "- you might even wind up in the history books."
-"Aren't we, already?" Snape drawled, sardonic eyebrow firmly in place.
-"Well of course you are!" Bell replied easily, "But I meant as academics. - Inventors perhaps. I know you are already well established as a potioneer but I can't - wait to see you elevate Harry to the same heights!"
-Snape wondered if Bell was always this energetic and whether she consumed a - regular dosage of pepper-up potion for it.
-"Thank you," he replied sullenly, not in the least interested to continue this - conversation. He had hoped that his cold demeanour would cause the woman to flee but - she did not. Instead, she glanced around the room, clearly noticing that Snape had - chosen to sit somewhere secluded and took the empty seat next to him as he exhaled - loudly in response. Bell either didn't notice or didn't care.
-"Excuse me, Headmaster," Slughorn then said. Snape kept his gaze steady. Oh, - here it comes.
-"I think it rather unwise to have a talent such as the one Harry possesses be - under the sole attention of Professor Snape. Not that I in any way disregard his - talent for the craft nor his diligence in brewing his creations but we have to keep - in mind that this is his first apprentice."
-"I appreciate your concern, Horace," Dumbledore said kindly, "As I'm sure Severus - does as well –" Snape didn't even attempt to look appreciative at Slughorn's - meddling, "- but as I'm sure you're well aware, the contract has been signed."
-"Yes, I gathered as much," Slughorn continued, "And I would never even dream of - taking Severus' place in the boy's life. Absolutely not. But perhaps Severus too - could use a mentor of sorts."
-Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously.
-"To make sure that he follows protocol and leads Harry in the right direction, I - would suggest that I am allowed to oversee their interactions, and when I deem it - necessary, intervene. If all is well, they will, of course, not encounter any sort of - intrusion on my part."
-Dumbledore seemed to think this over, much to Snape's chagrin.
-"Will all due respect, headmaster," Snape spoke up, "I am quite sure that I have a - handle on things. There is no need for a third party to be present."
-"Actually Severus, I do believe there is some merit to Horace's idea," Dumbledore - said, "I'm sure Harry would be delighted with the extra set of helping hands to guide - him forward. You will, of course, remain his mentor and he, your apprentice, make no - mistake of that. But perhaps it would be wise to allow for a substitute so to speak. - For when you are indisposed or unable to discuss something with Harry for whatever - reason. How does that sound to you?"
-It sounded very much like Dumbledore didn't leave Snape any choice in the matter. - But alright. If Slughorn wanted to play this game, Snape would happily deal him his - hand. And who knows, the old yet admittedly competent master might come in handy - sooner or later.
-"That will be agreeable," Snape said evenly, once more ignoring the murmurs from - his colleagues.
-When everyone settled down, Dumbledore smiled brightly and moved on.
-"As for the second point on our agenda, I would like to inform you all that the - History lessons have been a grand success."
-This time everyone clapped without scruples. Snape simply nodded curtly in Bell's - direction. It was the smallest sign of respect he at least felt he needed to allow - her. She smiled brightly at everyone involved.
-"I realize that it is rather unorthodox for students to take on a class they have - previously dropped, especially for those who are in their seventh year, but I feel - that we must allow it this once," Dumbledore added. "The knowledge they attain this - way will not be wasted whether the students pass their NEWT's or not. And if they - enjoy it, I see no harm in allowing their interests to develop further."
-Snape noticed everyone nodding in agreement as Bell sat there with a - self-satisfied smile on her face. She looked as if Christmas had just come early. Of - course, she would bask in the glory of her victory already. She hadn't even achieved - anything yet. They would see, by the end of the year if she would remain - victorious.
-"As for the third point on our agenda, we need to urgently discuss the upcoming - courtship of the house-elves. I expect every Professor to be sympathetic to a - decrease in their services for a short period of time. As such, I would like to - emphasize…
-Ginny was softly stroking Hedwig's feathers while Harry was pouring over the - experimental potion he had messed up yesterday. As he was making the necessary - calculations he started seriously regretting that he had taken divination instead of - Arithmancy but he powered through nonetheless.
-When Ginny had asked him if she could accompany him to the dungeons - empowered to - do so by the obvious ruse that she was interested in his apprenticeship and how - things were working out – Harry had happily agreed. But while her presence was quite - nice, it was a hindrance to Harry's work. In fact, he was forced to scratch out his - calculations for the third time already when he realized he messed up again.
-The fact that their relationship status was yet to be determined did not help - quell the musings in Harry's mind that overshadowed his academic interests. Ginny was - talking softly to Hedwig as the snowy owl tilted her head in understanding. Since he - was the man in all this, wasn't he supposed to take the first steps? Not exactly a - modern idea but the wizarding world was rather archaic and Ginny was a pureblood. - Harry sighed and dropped his quill. He was getting nowhere with this.
-"Ginny," he called out to the redhead. She turned to face him and smiled brightly, - causing a weird churning feeling in Harry's stomach.
-"Yes?" she asked softly, halting her movement of stroking Hedwig's chest. Her eyes - darted over to Harry's mess of notes and he quickly buried them under his crossed - arms.
-"I –er…" What was he going to say again? He had no plan whatsoever and was feeling - more nervous than he had been taking his OWL's. Wasn't that silly? He was seventeen - years old which made him of age. He had bested some of the most powerful wizards of - his time and numerous other dangers that had been flung his way. In fact, he had - saved Ginny's life at some point during his never-ending ordeals so where was his - courage now? Had he used the last of it when he was fighting Malfoy?
-Oh no, she was staring at him, her brown eyes shimmering with curiosity and dare - he name it hope?
-Mentally slapping himself, Harry steeled his resolve and stood from his seat, - stepping close to Ginny. Her eyes never left his but the closer he got, the more - flushed her face became. It was nothing short of adorable.
-"We should probably talk about what's been going on between us," Harry said, not - sure how he had managed to speak that entire sentence without allowing his voice to - tremble. He was glad for it. It would make him appear strong and confident.
-Ginny simply responded with a shy nod that was anything but helpful to Harry's - difficult task. He cleared his throat and continued.
-"The truth is, Ginny," he said softly, "that I like you. I mean, really - like you. And I suppose I'm wondering if you –"
-Harry wasn't even able to finish his sentence when Ginny lunged forward without - warning and flung her arms around Harry's neck with such intensity that he was forced - to take a few steps back until he was backed up against his desk. She kissed him - passionately and rather hungrily as her lithe form pressed against him. Gingerly, - Harry returned the embrace as well as the kiss, all the while thinking about how - lucky he was.
-When Harry and Ginny joined Ron and Hermione at dinner that evening, they looked - sort of dishevelled but luckily, Ron didn't notice. He was far too busy explaining to - Hermione why he deemed the 'Starfish and Stick' one of the more useful moves for a - keeper to learn. Hermione was doing her best to seem interested but was failing.
-"Hi guys," she greeted happily at the pair's arrival, obviously glad for the - distraction from the Quidditch talk. She did a double-take before narrowing her eyes - at Harry but said nothing.
-Harry – who felt strangely put in the spotlight – tried straightening out his - robes as he searched for a change of topic.
-"So Ron, heard anything from Fred and George yet?" he asked.
-Ron snorted. "Hardly," he said, "Bill sent a letter to mum practically begging her - to come and get the twins away from him for some reason but mum insists that they're - of age and don't need her to tell them what to do anymore. Not that they've done a - bang-up job listening to her in the past, of course."
-Harry frowned. "Why does he want them gone?"
-"Because they've been there for ages, I suppose," Ron said, shrugging, "And now he - can't get rid of them. They must really like Egypt."
-"Yeah, that must be it," Harry agreed, "But I hope they come back soon. Their joke - products might run out if they don't."
-"Not yet," Ron said, "They already set up and pre-paid a long term delivery. - Almost as if they've anticipated staying away for a while, now that I think about - it."
-"Well, they're nothing if not crafty," Harry replied, "I'm sure they've thought of - all scenarios before leaving their shop behind."
-"Honestly, I think they're going to come home with an amazing new prank," Ron said - as he bit off a huge chunk of the steak he pierced with his fork. Hermione scrunched - up her nose in disgust but chose to roll her eyes instead of berating her - boyfriend.
-"Hey guys," Draco interrupted as usual. He went to take a seat when he froze and - allowed his gaze to drift over Harry and Ginny. Ginny met his stare defiantly but - Harry squirmed somewhat in his seat. He became even more uncomfortable when a devious - grin spread across Draco's face.
-He altered his course ever so slightly to worm his way in between Harry and Ginny, - draping an arm around both of them.
-"It's about time, you two," he said happily. Ginny shoved him away, causing him to - almost land into Harry's lap, sniggering all the while.
-"What are you talking about?" Ron frowned, "About time for what?"
-"Isn't it obvious?" Draco exclaimed, easily straightening Harry's tie, "These two - snogged."
-"What? No way," Ron said dismissively, "What are you on, Draco? And can I have - some?"
-"Fine," Draco said, grabbing a clean plate and filling it up, "Don't believe me. - And while you're at it, you can ignore that tell-tale blush on both of their faces as - well."
-"Harry, tell him he's full of it," Ron chuckled. His smile faltered somewhat when - Harry stared decisively at the chicken filet on his plate. "Ginny?"
-"And what of it?" Ginny said casually, "I'm sixteen years old, you know. I have - needs, the same as you."
-"No you don't," Ron said, "You're my baby sister. All you need is Quidditch and - hanging out with your friends."
-Ginny huffed as she got up from her seat, walked over to Harry so Draco wouldn't - physically be blocking him, grabbed him forcibly by the necktie and planted a - passionate kiss right then and there on the unsuspecting boy's lips. Several of the - surrounding students cheered and whistled. Not that Harry minded. Oh, he didn't mind - in the least.
-"I'm not a child anymore, Ron," Ginny told her brother as he stammered - incoherently, "I'm a woman and want to be treated as such. And if I may say so, I - advise you do the same to Hermione before she runs off and finds a man who is more - than willing to. Pass me the butter, Harry."
-Ginny casually buttered a nice warm roll, resolutely ignoring the stunned faces of - the golden trio and the self-satisfied grin on Draco's. Harry could only admire her - straightforwardness and aloof mannerism at this point. He himself felt an odd - combination of mortification and gratification. The mortification only won out when - Harry remembered that Snape was probably sitting at the high table and had no doubt - seen it all.
-As if in slow motion, Harry gazed up at the spot Snape usually sat at and was met - with obsidian eyes that were accompanied by a much too cheerful smirk. And then that - sarcastic git raised his glass in salute and winked. Harry groaned, wishing that the - ground could swallow him whole right then and there.
-Harry was glad that Snape didn't really seem to want to have a conversation about - his newfound relationship. Other than the occasional snarky comment, he made no fuss - or anything for which Harry was grateful.
-What he was less grateful about was Slughorn's interference. But when it seemed - that Snape was not at all concerned about it, Harry relaxed as well.
-"As I've mentioned before, he's a useful ally to have," Snape had reminded Harry, - "and he might be able to help you when I'm otherwise engaged."
-What that had meant, Harry had no clue but it wasn't farfetched to think that - Snape had various side projects he wanted to make progress on, like the one he had - used the Weasley twins for.
-It was a few weeks later when Harry received his latest issue of 'The Practical - Potioneer' which was sent out mainly because of the position of Mars and the effect - that would have if you started brewing 'Ares' draught' within the next - couple of days. Hermione had explained to Harry that while the magazine seemed to be - distributing at random, the latest edition always had something to do with the lunar - cycle or that of the other celestial bodies.
-Happy to have something other to read about than the various attacks on innocent - muggles and muggle-borns, Harry started thumbing through the magazine while Hermione - did the same. Their respective partners shared an exasperated look before beginning a - discussion on quidditch.
-"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "You've been published!"
-Harry frowned. "That can't be," he said easily, "I haven't actually done anything - yet and I promise you that I didn't send anything in."
-"Yes, because I'm sure that there are multiple apprentices to Professor Snape out - there that go by the name of Harry James Potter," Hermione replied sardonically, - "Skip to page eight and see for yourself."
-Harry did what Hermione said and was perplexed to find about half a page dedicated - to one of his recent discoveries which he had forgotten all about.
-'On the increased potency of the antivenom potion'
-While a rare occurrence, it does happen every now and then that an apprentice - shakes awake the community with a simple yet important discovery.
-Esteemed Master Severus Snape reported to us that his apprentice Harry James - Potter offered to exchange the sprig of rosemary for azalea leaves. Risky and - unnecessary you say? Many would agree but under the watchful eye of his Master, - apprentice Potter took that risk and therefore elevated the potion to new levels of - potency.
-As always, we recreated the potion to test the theorem ourselves and after - multiple tests, we can conclude that this discovery is indeed viable. Therefore we - urge everyone to take note and adjust their recipes accordingly.
-Why an apprentice was found to have such a profound understanding of potions - and, more importantly, their ingredients can only be traced back to the Master - himself. Severus Snape – of whom you'll find more information on page 14. – has - graciously taken Harry Potter under his wing which allowed the pair of them to best - you-know-who.
-It goes without saying that we will be expecting great things from this future - potioneer and can only hope that his prowess will match his Master's.
-"Wow Harry," Hermione breathed, "This is amazing! I'm so jealous of you."
-"I'm not even sure how they know," Harry frowned.
-"Oh, isn't it obvious?" Hermione said excitedly, "Professor Snape informed them. - Look, it's right here at the bottom."
-Harry glared at the finely printed text, 'Supervised and collected by highly - esteemed Potions Master Severus Snape and derived by his Apprentice Harry James - Potter'.
-"I'm not sure I like this," Harry growled, "Yet another reason to be in the - spotlight."
-"I think it's brilliant," Hermione said, "You're good enough to get published - already."
-"Yeah, that's amazing!" Ginny interjected as she grabbed the magazine from Harry. - "Wow, my boyfriend must be really smart." She winked at Harry when Ron groaned. "I'm - proud of you," she then added earnestly, kissing him softly as if in reward to his - achievement.
-"What does it say about Snape though?" Ginny then asked, flipping the pages - accordingly.
-'On the brilliance of Master Severus Snape'
-It is easy to become complacent once you've attained the status of Master but - Severus Snape has never fallen for that particular trap. With talk of his already - famous apprentice Harry James Potter, it might be easy to lose sight of the Master - behind the student but we will remind you exactly why you shouldn't.
-Severus Snape is not only the youngest Potions Master in over a century, he - has also made leeway on a lot of important potions of our time. Not only has he - improved tremendously on the 'Wolfsbane Potion' – which though originally created by - Damocles Belby left much to be desired – he also shared some astounding research on - the staff of Caduceus and invented the Ares' draught which is featured on page - 3.
-When we take a look at his creative process …
-The article went on and on about the various potions Snape had created and - improved upon. Testimonies from other Masters who grudgingly admitted to Snape having - a hand in the success of their own creation and even some prizes he won such as the - golden chalice which he apparently received thrice.
-"Wow, Snape is more impressive than I thought," Ron finally added to the - conversation. He had been reading Hermione's magazine over her shoulder. "Or are they - embellishing?"
-"I somehow doubt that," Hermione said, "This is a very respectable magazine. It's - not like the daily prophet, you know."
-"They didn't even mention the limerick potion," Ron snorted, "Who knows how many - unregistered potions he created to punish people."
-Hermione sighed, "You got what you deserved, you know."
-"And it was hilarious too!" Ginny interjected, "I hope you step out of line at his - home again."
-"Never again!" Ron said, "I will be on my best behaviour at his house from now - on."
-Harry glanced at Snape who was reading the same magazine they were with a look of - mild interest and couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have such a respected - Master to guide him. He knew Snape was good, but he had never truly known just how - accomplished and well-respected he was in the community.
-And at once, he was overcome with a sense of pride. Not for himself, but for the - dour man currently sitting at the high table, raising a sardonic eyebrow when he - caught Harry staring.
-And there you all go. I hope you liked the chapter and I wonder what you all - would like to see next.
-Please review! It pleases me so.
-This chapter is quite important and will finally get the ball rolling some - more. I know that many of you have been waiting for some more discord and angst and - such and this is the prelude to some of that awesome drama.
-Chapter 8
-It was nearly two whole weeks later when Harry deemed his theorem worthy of - inspection. As instructed, it had opened with a hypothesis of his idea.
-"… I have encountered death and its following misery more times than I can - count, not only in my own life but in that of others as well. The wounds of war are - far more than just physical and the wizarding world is only starting to develop an - understanding of what that entails just now. I wish to help people who have been - unable to move on after losing a loved one and believe that communicating with the - person they lost might benefit them greatly. I know that it would help me.
-He explained how he wanted to achieve this result. He had done the math as best he - could. He had listed all ingredients as well as their counters should they be - necessary and he created the chemical formula that went with the recipe. Harry felt - that he was ready to start brewing the potion. After all, it could not improve - without the much needed practical trial and error.
-So he had finished the theorem with the conclusion that if all went well, the end - result would be to communicate with the souls of the departed through the typical - senses of sound and sight but also through touch and even smell. After all, had he - himself not always longed to be hugged by his mother?
-Harry contemplated if he should wait for Snape to come to meet him in the lab but - since they hadn't actually agreed to meet, he decided to just go to Snape's private - quarters and present him with his work. So he made the very short trip, and politely - knocked on the door, his hands trembling with anticipation.
-"Enter," Came Snape's usual response. Harry opened the door and looked at Snape - who was reading the Daily Prophet with an almost bored expression on his face.
-"What can I do for you, Harry?" he asked without even looking up.
-"I think I've finished my theorem," Harry said, feeling somewhat giddy, "And I was - wondering if you'd be willing to look it over to approve me for the practical - follow-up."
-A small smile graced Snape's features for the better part of a second before he - put down the newspaper and held out his hand.
-"I could do with some more interesting reading," he sighed, "It would seem as if - the writers for The Daily Prophet are becoming less and less competent. Go on and - hand it over."
-Harry thrust the sheets of parchment forward with a bit more force than was - necessary causing him to lose the last few pages that weren't held firmly in - place.
-"Sorry," Harry mumbled as he ducked and clumsily picked up the pages from where - they landed. He handed them over to Snape who added them to the back of the theorem, - shaking his head in mild amusement.
-"There's no need to be so nervous," he said in a calm voice, "I am here to assist - and guide you, not to shoot your ideas down."
-Harry relaxed somewhat and waited with his hands clasped behind his back.
-Snape sighed heavily. "Take a seat and keep yourself occupied, Harry," he ordered, - "Judging by the length of this, I will be reading for a long while. And I will not - have you staring at me while I do so."
-"Of course, sir," Harry agreed. He grabbed one of Snape's potions books – one - Harry had already read several times – and curled up in the chair next to the - fireplace.
-Snape chuckled and started reading, expertly ignoring the glances Harry chanced - every now and then.
-It quite literally took hours for Snape to get through Harry's theorem. His face - had not once betrayed his thoughts and it was driving Harry mad. He had finished with - the book some time ago and was quickly overcome with boredom. And yes, that was a - welcome change from the anxiety he had been feeling for those first thirty minutes - Snape had been reading but he wanted to get this over with already.
-In his mind, he went over his idea several times, hoping that Snape would not find - too many faults with it and allow Harry to further his studies. He had been working - on the theory for months now, after all, and was just itching to start throwing those - ingredients together and see a result. As a manner of speaking, of course. He would - never haphazardly throw ingredients together. Not anymore, at least.
-Finally, Snape cleared his throat and Harry looked up from the spot on the table - he had been staring at vacantly, meeting Snape's cold, calculated expression.
-"First of all, I would like to impress upon you the importance of the presentation - of your theorem," Snape spoke.
-Harry frowned, not interested in such things at all but waited and listened - politely.
-"I see that you have utilized the standard parchment that is commonly used in this - school," Snape pointed out. "While fine for common homework and notes, your theorem – - especially that of a Magnum Opus – should always be produced on decent parchment. In - fact, having grown up in a muggle household, I am certain that you're aware of the - existence of paper. While the wizarding world is generally behind when it comes to - appreciating the inventions of the common muggle, when it comes to important tasks - such as these, we make grateful use of their craftiness."
-Harry had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. Instead, he calmly said: "Use - paper, not parchment. Understood."
-Snape smirked at him but didn't comment.
-"Furthermore, the terminology you used is far too complicated," Snape continued, - "If it were for my eyes only, that would be fine but you need to remember that when - you publish a theorem, more people than potioneers will read it. A master in - herbology, for instance, might take great interest and in your case, I might even - suggest that a seer might deem this a compelling read. Therefore, you have to make - this easier to understand."
-"Dumb it down," Harry snorted, "got it."
-"Watch the cheek, brat," Snape chided lightly this time. He sighed and - continued.
-"You must remember that this is a scientific text. Therefore, you should avoid - using opinions and emotional sentences above all else. Otherwise, you come across as - biased from the start and will not be taken seriously."
-Harry nodded in understanding, still waiting anxiously for any comment about the - contents of the theorem rather than the surrounding technicalities.
-"I've noticed that your arithmetic skills leave much to be desired," Snape droned - on relentlessly, "I've encountered three major errors that would leave your potion - inert at best and cause mass destruction at worst. Furthermore, you didn't specify - the thickness or the type of cauldron one should use for this potion nor the material - of the accompanying stirrer. You added the use of a spell in the potion but didn't - specify how the spell works or how one goes about casting it. Especially since you're - using a spell that is not well known, it is of crucial importance that you do - so."
-Harry's confidence had been decreasing more and more over the course of Snape's - carefully structured criticism and by the end, he didn't have much hope left. Yet he - still dared to ask.
-"Could I start brewing it while I rework the theory? As soon as I've worked out - the math properly, of course."
-Snape regarded Harry carefully, making the boy feel like some sort of rare and - valuable potion ingredient. A flicker of sadness marred the stoic appearance Snape - was trying to convey, if only for a second before he spoke again.
-"Out of the question," Snape said, "In fact, I believe that this potion should - never be attempted, even when the theorem is perfected. It is dangerous not to - mention quite dark. Even when you manage to brew it, I can only imagine the - devastating effects this will have on the drinker's psyche. I cannot condone this." - Snape sighed deeply. "I suggest you start from scratch and come up with something - less… controversial."
-"How can you say that?" Harry bellowed, his temper quickly taking hold of him, - "I've been working on this for months! It's not dark. It's supposed to help - people!"
-"Harry –"
-"No!" Harry interrupted, "You're supposed to be so great. You could probably think - of something to help me realize this. I know you could! But of course, you don't! Why - would you when you obviously can't even face my mother!"
-Harry grabbed his theorem and stormed out of the door, leaving a befuddled Snape - behind. He regretted what he said immediately but was too upset to go back and - apologize. He had put so much time and work in this! And it took Snape only a couple - of hours to decide that he was inadequate and not allowed to brew his creation.
-Upset, he ran all the way to the Gryffindor tower and stormed into the common room - where Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sat.
-"Harry," Ginny said, getting up as soon as she saw how upset Harry was. "Are you - okay?"
-"No," Harry snapped, "Snape says I can't make my potion!"
-"Oh Harry," Hermione said soothingly, "I'm sure he'll allow it once you polish the - theory just a bit more."
-Harry laughed bitterly. "Oh no," he said, "Snape was very clear. I can't brew it. - Not now, not ever. Months of research, out the window!"
-Angrily, he slammed the parchment onto the table and sat down with a frustrated - sigh.
-"Well, what did he say?" Ron asked, unsure of what he could contribute to a highly - academic problem.
-"He said it's dangerous and dark," Harry said flatly, "And that there was no way - to drink this safely."
-The three Gryffindors shared a look and Harry narrowed his eyes.
-"What?" he growled.
-"Well," Ginny started, "It's just that Snape is a well-respected Potions Master. - He probably knows what he's talking about."
-"How can you say that?" Harry asked, angrily getting to his feet again, "You're - supposed to be on my side."
-"We are!" Ginny countered, "And so is Snape. We just don't want you to get - hurt."
-For a second, Harry felt his chest tighten with a twinge of guilt when he - remembered what he had said – well more like yelled – to Snape before storming out. - It was cruel, especially when Snape was indeed just looking out for him. But then his - disappointment came washing back over him and swept his guilt away like the ocean - would footprints in the sand.
-"Fine," he scowled, turning his back on the three traitors. "I can see how it - is."
-"Harry –" Ginny started, reaching out to him.
-"Don't," Harry spat at her, "I need to be alone for a while."
-And with this theorem under his arm, he left the Gryffindor tower once more, - swiftly losing hope of being treated fairly. But perhaps, there was one more person - that could help Snape see the light. Steeling his resolve once more, Harry headed - towards Dumbledore's office.
-Harry was about ready to blast that gargoyle to pieces when it refused to allow - him entrance for the umpteenth time. Harry had named every sweet he had ever - encountered, be it muggle or wizard and the blasted thing still wouldn't open.
-Just when Harry was on the verge of pulling out his hair, the gargoyle finally - moved, revealing Dumbledore waiting at the top of the stairs.
-"Come on up, my boy," he said loudly, "It would not do for you to blast the - hallway to pieces."
-Harry mumbled something under his breath about ancient headmasters but made his - way up anyway. When he entered Dumbledore's office, he was surprised to find Slughorn - seated there already. The man greeted him warmly and Harry reciprocated politely.
-"The password is simply 'milky way'," Dumbledore informed Harry, "But I asked - Archibald not to allow anyone entrance while I am up here with Horace. Of course, I - didn't account for one very upset potioneer in training to grace me with his - presence."
-"Archibald?" Harry asked.
-"The gargoyle, Harry," Dumbledore chuckled, "Have a lemon drop."
-"No thank you, sir," Harry said dryly.
-"Very well," Dumbledore conceded, "Now how may I help you?"
-Harry glanced over at Slughorn, not sure if he should speak with the man present - but Dumbledore waved his concerns aside.
-"If this is about anything to do with your apprenticeship, I assure you that - Horace is more than capable to enlighten you with his insights. Two heads are better - than one, as I always say."
-Harry shrugged. Maybe Slughorn would be on his side and would be able to come up - with a way to help Harry, even if Snape couldn't or wouldn't.
-"He won't allow me to brew my potion," Harry explained, placing his theorem on - Dumbledore's desk. Slughorn took it immediately and started leafing through it but - Dumbledore simply steepled his fingers and smiled warmly as he listened to Harry.
-"I've been working on this for months," Harry repeated for the third time that - day, "And now Snape won't even allow me to go forward with this. I mean, I know there - are some errors in there and I mean full well to correct them but I really don't - think this will be as dangerous as he makes it out to be.
-"Do you feel that Professor Snape is treating you unfairly?" Dumbledore asked.
-Harry sighed in frustration. "No," he said, "Not on purpose anyway but I think - that he lets his personal feelings get in the way."
-"Harry, this is brilliant!" Slughorn exclaimed after a short while as he thumbed - through the list of ingredients and regarded the formula carefully. "There might be - some consistency errors here and there but you could really make this work. This - could very well be the discovery of the century!"
-Harry felt his disappointment and anger diminish somewhat while Slughorn gushed - over his theorem. At least there was someone who saw its potential.
-"Horace," Dumbledore said gently, "Would you kindly leave Harry and I alone to - talk for a while? We shall revisit our own discussion at a later date."
-"Are you sure, headmaster?" Slughorn asked, "I'm sure I could be of value if - –"
-But Dumbledore held up a calm hand, stopping every objection Slughorn could have. - When Dumbledore regarded you with the look in his eye that he had now, you knew that - you should make yourself scarce. And so Slughorn fled Dumbledore's office but not - without squeezing Harry's shoulder reassuringly as he left.
-"Harry," Dumbledore said warmly, the sparkle in his eyes already back at full - force. "You and I have faced each other many times in the past. Be it in this office, - the hospital ward or anywhere else. But it has occurred to me that we have never had - a professional conversation before. Before anything else, I want you to know how - pleased I am to know that there is now room in your life for these sorts of problems. - Your life is no longer focused solely on the destruction of Voldemort and so we can - move on to more pleasant conversation."
-Dumbledore sighed solemnly as he glanced over Harry's theorem and Fawkes thrilled - sadly in accordance.
-"And yet it would appear that Voldemort still influences your life somewhat," - Dumbledore continued, "If only through the absence of the people you deserve to have - here for you."
-"He doesn't run my life, sir," Harry objected quietly, "These choices are my - own."
-"There is no shame in being shaped by the life you've lived, Harry," Dumbledore - said, "Even if there was a great deal of sadness in yours. I hope you don't - misunderstand me. Voldemort is in no way dictating your actions from this life or the - next, but our experiences shape us. And yours have shaped a longing for what might - have been. I am sad to admit that I too am sometimes plagued by such notions."
-"Which is why I want to brew this potion," Harry said earnestly.
-"Allow me to give you some grandfatherly advice," Dumbledore said as he laid out - the pieces of parchment next to one another as if he was making an overcomplicated - puzzle.
-"Your journey into attaining this mastery has only scarcely begun. And you will - encounter many pitfalls along the way. It is only natural that you require direction - to follow this path correctly but when I look at your theorem I sense that this is - something you still lack, as do any young pioneers such as yourself. You don't lack - knowledge. Of that, I can see the proof right here. But you have to gain that sense - of direction to even begin going anywhere."
-"Because Harry," Dumbledore added with a knowing look in his eyes. "It is not the - destination that matters, it's the journey that takes us there."
-Feeling somewhat deflated, Harry leaned back into his chair, actually grabbing a - lemon drop.
-"So I suppose that you think Snape is right?"
-"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore chided lightly, "And you would do - well to remember that he is your mentor and far more knowledgeable than you are at - this stage."
-Harry sighed in defeat.
-"Having said that, I don't agree that you should simply discard your entire - project and start anew."
-Harry's green eyes filled with hope. "Do you mean that I could still make this - work?"
-"I certainly believe so, Harry," Dumbledore said, "For now, you should probably - leave your project to simmer. There is no shame in that, you know? I have projects - going on that I have let simmer for decades simply to give myself some time to think - it over."
-Dumbledore chuckled at the horrified look Harry gave him.
-"Not that I had that in mind for you, my boy," he assured him, "But I do think you - should put a halt to this potion until you've mastered Occlumency."
-Harry actually snorted at that. "Professor?" he asked, "I feel like that's neither - here nor there."
-Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "Trust me on this, Harry," he said gently, "And tell - Severus what I said. I'm sure he will adjust his opinion accordingly."
-"Alright," Harry said doubtfully as he took his cue to leave, forgetting to take - this theorem with him.
-Harry felt slightly better after the conversation with Dumbledore but was not - looking forward to facing Snape just yet. He had said something admittedly horrible - to the Potions Master, even though the man was obviously only trying to help. Sure, - he hadn't needed to be so dramatic about it but Harry's reaction was still over the - top.
-In fact, it was reactions like that, that had made it so bloody difficult for - Harry to master Occlumency. He was fine as long as he wasn't emotional but those - times were rare indeed. It was a good thing he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin way - back when. He wouldn't have lasted a week surrounded by the cool and collected - personas of Snape's house.
-Harry walked all the way back to the dungeons, passing Professor Bell on his way - to Snape's personal quarters. He stopped for a moment to help her out.
-"Are you lost again, Professor?" Harry asked.
-"Oh Harry, thank Goodness," Bell said, "Good to see you. I'm afraid that I can't - find the staircase to the second floor."
-"You wouldn't down here, Professor," Harry said, "We're in the dungeons. You need - to go all the way back until you see the doors to the great hall and take a - right."
-"That sounds easy enough," Bell said, smiling thankfully. "But where are you - going?"
-"To see Professor Snape," Harry sighed with a somewhat haunted look in his eyes. - Bell frowned slightly at that. "Anyway, good luck, Professor!" Harry exclaimed before - turning the corner that led to Snape's personal quarters.
-He was about to knock on the door when he heard loud voices come from within.
-"I can't believe you would keep Harry from personal growth, Severus!" Came the - unmistakable voice of Slughorn. "This potion is nothing short of genius."
-"I will not endanger his life and mind for the completion of a potion, no matter - how brilliant it might be," Snape countered strongly.
-"Sometimes you need to take chances to improve yourself," Slughorn said.
-"Not at this stage," Snape growled, "Not when he's still learning to find his own - way."
-Then Slughorn said something indiscernible to which Snape replied; "Above anything - else, he's still my son."
-Harry swallowed thickly and knocked on the door, tired of eavesdropping. It took a - few seconds longer than normal for Snape to beckon him to come in and when he did, - Harry opened the door slowly and doubtfully.
-"Come in, Harry," Snape sighed when the boy kept dawdling at the door, "Professor - Slughorn was just leaving."
-Slughorn made a noise in the back of his throat and glared at Snape who was - completely undeterred by the shorter man's gaze. He then turned to Harry and sighed - solemnly.
-"I'm sorry Harry," he said, "I tried."
-And he left as Harry stood there somewhat awkwardly.
-"Looks like I'm not the only one with a sense of the melodramatic today," he said - painfully as he shuffled his feet.
-Snape regarded him before turning to face the fire.
-"Sit down, Harry," he said curtly. Harry was glad to find no anger or resentment - in Snape's voice. The poorly disguised hurt on his face cut Harry deeply, though.
-"I'm sorry," Harry blurted out as he hastily sat down in accordance with Snape's - command. "I shouldn't have said what I said."
-"No, you shouldn't have," Snape said softly. He had his hands clasped behind his - back as he gazed into the flames. Anxiously, Harry licked his lips, his hands playing - with a stray thread of his cloak.
-"I was upset," Harry said, "But it was still wrong of me. I really am - sorry."
-This time Snape faced Harry and found the boy sitting there, resigned to his fate. - He sighed softly.
-"I forgive you, Harry," he said, "Though I do not condone your behaviour in the - least. I will have you know that many accomplished masters have started projects that - months or sometimes even years later proved to be useless or simply too dangerous to - ever use or even brew. This will happen again."
-"I understand sir," Harry acknowledged.
-There was a moment of silence in which Snape regarded Harry carefully.
-"I realize you visited with the headmaster," Snape then said softly, "And - Professor Slughorn as well. Did you hope that they would overturn my decision?"
-"Well, yes and no," Harry admitted honestly, "I didn't expect to find Slughorn - there but Dumbledore didn't send him away. I never meant to include him. I did hope - that Dumbledore might talk to you and have you come up with a solution."
-Snape sneered, "And how did that work out for you?"
-"Well –" Harry started, not sure how Snape would take this mad suggestion.
-"Out with it," Snape snarled, crossing his arms tightly.
-"He suggested that I master occlumency."
-For a moment, Snape's face was frozen in a mask of disbelief and Harry wondered - idly if he should floo the hospital wing. But then, the Potions Master shook his head - incredulously, smiling as he did so.
-"That brilliant old man," he muttered, seemingly forgetting that Harry was still - in the room. "Occlumency, of course! It is that simple."
-He started pacing in front of the fireplace. Harry had to tuck in his legs, afraid - that Snape would trip over them if he didn't.
-"It's rather genius, really," Snape continued muttering, "If one could lock down - their mind while still allowing for – but that would also mean that –"
-"Professor?" Harry interrupted.
-Snape stopped his pacing and looked at his charge with interest and excitement in - his eyes.
-"Harry," he said solemnly, "It appears that this time, you truly will - need to master occlumency."
-I know what you're thinking! Damn, MS. Occlumency again? I thought you - abandoned that idea altogether? But no sirree, here it is! Back for more. How do you - all expect this to go? I hope you'll look forward to what comes next. And please, - please throw me a review!
-Chapter 9
-As Harry was gathering his things to get ready for his first Occlumency lesson in - a long time, Ginny stopped him.
-"Hold up, you're going to practice with Snape again?" Ginny asked. The annoyance - lacing her voice was evident enough for Harry to raise his eyes skyward in - frustration.
-"You know that I'm working hard," Harry countered, "You know what I'm trying to - achieve here. Being an apprentice is no joke and if I want to be able to brew my - potion, I need to step up."
-"But you're already gone for most of the day," Ginny argued, "Even in the - weekends, you're always busy. You rarely even come to Hogsmeade anymore and when you - do, you shop in the apothecary for over an hour."
-"That's because their assortment isn't always the same," Harry sighed, trying his - best to make his girlfriend understand, "So at times, I need to check their inventory - again."
-"Do you even know how to have fun anymore?" Ginny asked, crossing her arms - tightly.
-Harry sighed and brushed a stray lock of Ginny's hair out of her face, cupping her - cheek tenderly as he did so. "I don't mean to make you feel this way," he said - softly, "But I'll make it up to you. Meet me in the common room later, okay? Once I'm - back from my Occlumency lesson."
-Ginny smiled and placed a hand over the one that still rested on her cheek. - "Sounds good to me," she said, "but make sure to be there. I won't be responsible for - my actions if you're not."
-"I'll be there," Harry said solemnly, "I'll miss you."
-"Yeah well don't miss me too much," Ginny said, "Or Snape might see some memories - about you and me and I won't have that!" She winked flirtatiously and spun on her - heel, her red hair swishing as she went.
-Harry just shook his head and quietly made his way down to the dungeons. He could - understand that Ginny was unhappy about him spending all this time on his studies but - he also felt like she should understand that he was passionate about this.
-By the time he arrived at the door of Snape's private quarters, his mind was - completely befuddled by the mysteries of the female mind. He shook it off and - knocked.
-"Come in," Snape called.
-When Harry walked in he noticed that Snape had pushed all of the furniture aside, - leaving a nice and open area to practice Occlumency in. What he also noticed were a - few bottles of a potion he didn't recognise. And since Harry was certain that he - would be able to recognise most known potions by now, this did not bode well for - him.
-"You realize the door is attuned to your magic as well, don't you?" Snape - asked as he took one of the vials, "You don't need to knock every time. Especially - when I'm already expecting you."
-Harry shrugged. "It just seems like the polite thing to do, really."
-Snape just motioned for Harry to sit by pointing to a spot on the floor. Harry - complied easily.
-"As you are well aware, we will be revisiting your Occlumency training," Snape - explained. "We left off at a rather difficult stage in your training too."
-"My emotions," Harry supplied.
-"Quite right," Snape said, sitting down in front of Harry, the vial of unknown - potion held loosely between his long fingers.
-"The difficulty here is that you appear to have mastered the technical aspects of - Occlumency entirely. I am unable to get to the memories you hide away – in fact, I - still haven't found your hiding place for them – but once you get emotional about - anything, your shields crack, and your memories come as if of their own - volition."
-"Like with Voldemort," Harry pointed out.
-"Exactly so," Snape admitted in a low voice. "It worked out to our advantage that - time but that won't work for the potion you have planned."
-"I'm still not sure how Occlumency is in any way related to my brewing that - potion," Harry noted.
-"Sometimes you're as much of a dunderhead as your fellow Gryffindors are," Snape - sighed, "It is obviously not necessary for the brewing process but it is essential - for when you actually drink the blasted draught."
-It was as if a lightbulb was turned on in Harry's head. "I see," he said, "To - counteract the combination of the honey mead and the monotropa uniflora."
-"Especially if you are indeed planning on adding the basilisk blood," Snape noted, - "Which I know you are because you need its magic potency. What I do wonder though is - how you are planning on getting it."
-"Well, there is a basilisk body simply waiting to be harvested underneath - Hogwarts," Harry offered.
-Snape sneered and shook his head lightly. "A discussion for another time perhaps. - We have strayed far from the point I originally wanted to make. When you get - emotional, you can't perform Occlumency."
-"Right," Harry admitted begrudgingly, "Is that what the potion is for?"
-Snape sighed heavily and ran a hand through his long hair. "We need you to - practice Occlumency while under great emotional distress," he explained, "Otherwise, - these lessons are entirely useless. I assume you haven't heard about the 'Drink - of Despair'?"
-Harry shook his head. "No, but it doesn't sound good."
-"It's not," Snape agreed, "I was tasked with its creation while still under the - Dark Lord's service. What he was planning on using it for, I'll never know since I've - never actually seen him feed it to anyone but that's irrelevant"
-"Now it definitely doesn't sound good," Harry said, attempting to convey - a joking tone but failing miserably.
-Snape glared at him pointedly before he went on. "In its undiluted form, this - potion induces fear, delirium, severe stomach pain and brings forth the drinker's - most intense and painful memories. When diluted – as I have done for this occasion – - the effects are all still there but in a much more bearable capacity."
-Harry swallowed thickly, "You want me to drink this?"
-"If I'm being completely honest with you, Harry, no I don't," Snape said plainly, - "If it was up to me, I would stop this foolishness entirely, cancel your occlumency - lessons and have you work on a new idea for an entirely new potion that doesn't - require you to get reacquainted with some of the most painful memories of your - life."
-Snape frowned as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder, applying just a bit more force - than necessary. "Say the word and we stop this. But if you wish to proceed with - brewing your creation, we have no choice in the matter. This is the only way."
-The gaze that met Snape's after that held unmistakable courage and determination. - Snape knew instantly that there was no getting around this. Harry would always be a - Gryffindor. He would not back away from a challenge such as this.
-"I'll manage," Harry said, keeping his voice steady. He held out his hand in order - to take the potion from Snape. The potions master reluctantly gave it to him.
-"Hand me your wand before you drink it," Snape said, "I won't have you attempting - to hex me because you suddenly think me to be the Dark Lord."
-Harry didn't think that was particularly likely but he handed over his wand - anyway.
-"Now I want you to clear your mind and raise your shields before you take the - potion," Snape said as he tucked Harry's wand away next to his own.
-Harry nodded and closed his eyes. He discounted all emotions and hid his most - embarrassing and painful memories under the invisibility cloak of his mind, as he'd - done before. He nodded when he was done and felt Snape's probe with a nonverbal - Legilimens to test him.
-"You're ready," Snape said, "Go ahead and drink the potion. Try to focus on - keeping your shields up despite your emotions. Don't try to force them back because - you won't be able to. Understand?"
-"I understand," Harry said and before he could change his mind, he downed the - potion in three swallows.
-As soon as the potion was gone, Snape took the empty vial from Harry's hand and - placed it on his desk. He then sat down in front of Harry, watching him intently.
-At first, Harry didn't really feel any different. He stared at Snape who was - sitting silently in front of him and kept his shields up. For a moment, he wondered - if Snape had done something wrong with the potion. Perhaps he diluted it a bit too - much. But then, Harry was overcome with a wave of agony and despair so powerful, he - was nearly knocked over by the sheer force of it.
-"Concentrate, Harry," Snape reminded him, "This is an exercise not in controlling - your emotions but in focusing around them. Keep your shields up!"
-Harry was six. He was hiding. He didn't know what happened but when Dudley had - pushed him again and again, Harry had gotten so very angry. And almost as if in - resonance with his anger, the couch cushions had exploded, terrifying both children - present. Harry didn't know what had happened but it wasn't his fault. His aunt and - uncle hadn't shared this opinion though.
-It didn't take long for Uncle Vernon to reach the state in which he resembled - a purple balloon, ready to burst. While aunt Petunia comforted Dudley, uncle Vernon - took a few menacing steps towards Harry.
-"Focus Harry," came a familiar voice, "Raise your shields. You're not - occluding."
-Harry blinked and for a moment, he could see Snape sitting in front of him, his - demeanour relaxed but his eyes held a worried gaze.
-Right. He wasn't six. He was at Hogwarts and he was practising Occlumency. Now - that he focused on it, he could feel Snape's presence in his mind. Somehow, he found - this to be a reassuring anchor of sorts.
-With a flash, the memory resumed right where it left off, the myriad of emotions - coupled with a dull throbbing pain in his stomach.
-"Freak!" Vernon bellowed as he got closer to Harry. Harry scrambled up the - stairs, not sure where he was planning to go.
-"You dare!" Vernon roared, "You dare attack Dudley like this! You dare - disrespect us in our own home!" Harry kept glancing over his shoulder to see the fat - man approaching fast. Without thinking, he slipped into the master bedroom and ducked - under the bed.
-"Harry, listen to me," a soothing voice said, "This isn't real. This is all in the - past. Clear your mind."
-Only a moment later, Vernon stormed through the door, his heavy footsteps - halting for a moment.
-"I've had enough of your freakiness, boy," he growled menacingly, "But I will - teach you –" He took a few steps toward the bed and Harry held his breath, his small - hands clasped over his mouth to stop any sound from emerging. Fear quickly overtook - him.
-"Listen to the sound of my voice, Harry," that same soothing voice said, "You are - safe now. Your uncle has been dealt with. You need to raise your shields."
-"I will teach you not to mess with normal people!"
-Faster than Harry had thought Vernon could move, the raging man ducked to the - floor and peered under the bed. A malicious smirk split his face in two when his - beady eyes locked onto Harry's. Harry screamed through the hands he still had clasped - over his mouth, backing up to the far wall to avoid Vernon's grubby hands. But the - man got a hold of Harry's pants leg and reflexively, Harry kicked.
-As soon as his foot connected with Vernon's arm – however light the attack - might have been – Harry knew he was in big trouble. Vernon roared in rage and grabbed - at Harry again, this time getting a hold of his shirt collar.
-He dragged Harry from under the bed, tears streaming over the young boy's - face.
-And then the memory was banished. Harry blinked a couple of times as he took in - his surroundings. Memories of what he had been doing came crashing back and he - groaned at his failure.
-But he wasn't in Snape's quarters either. The surrounding area was a blinding - white and there were no pieces of furniture or really anything materialistic to break - the awful white that enveloped him.
-"Are you alright?"
-Harry snapped his head back to see Snape standing next to him, a vacant expression - on his face. Harry frowned, not knowing what to make of this.
-"Severus?" he asked, "What's going on?"
-"You were not occluding," Snape explained, "And I didn't want to see the rest of - that memory nor did I think you did."
-Harry flushed. At least, he thought he did. He wasn't sure of what was possible in - his current surroundings.
-"So where are we?" Harry asked, "We're not dead are we?"
-Snape chuckled, which reassured Harry tremendously.
-"Not at all," Snape replied, "Since the potion is still in effect and will be for - a while, I needed to isolate your consciousness and put it in some sort of - quarantined area so to speak. I've disconnected you from your emotions and passive - memories for the time being."
-Harry stared incredulously. "You can do that?"
-"I am an accomplished Legilimens, Harry," Snape said in a way that almost sounded - as if he were insulted, "The mind holds little to no secrets for me. Doing something - like this is easy."
-Snape waved a hand and conjured a black chair in which he sat down. "Do you want - to try again, or do you wish to remain here until the potion wears off?"
-"I want to try again," Harry said honestly, "It's just that –"
-"Yes?" Snape urged.
-"When I'm in a memory, I can't remember what I'm doing. I can't even remember that - I'm a wizard."
-Harry sighed. "How do I practice Occlumency without even remembering what that - is?"
-"Eventually, it will become second nature," Snape explained, "You will constantly - be raising those shields, regardless of whether or not there is a threat. For now, - you would do well to focus on yourself before you are drawn into another memory."
-"Focus on myself?"
-"Yes," Snape replied, "It would appear that you were surprised by the sudden pull - of your memory. Perhaps this is why you've lost sight of who you are. Now that you - know what can happen, I need you to picture yourself sitting here. I want you to - imagine those shields around your mind and I want you to try and distance yourself - from the memories that will attack you."
-"But they're so strong," Harry uttered.
-Snape smiled and put a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "You are stronger," he - said easily.
-Harry blinked to keep a few tears at bay. After the vivid memory, he just - witnessed, remembering just how miserable he had been throughout his young life, the - impact of a parent that believed in you wholeheartedly was enormous.
-"Let's try again," Harry said confidently.
-Snape nodded. "Remember to try and retain yourself," Snape warned, "I will release - your mind in three, two, one…"
-Harry was eight. He was standing at the edge of a great river while the - Dursleys were trying to fix their flat tire. Why uncle Vernon had thought this - shortcut was a good idea was beyond anyone but Harry knew better than to say - anything.
-Harry focused on himself. He knew this was a memory. He knew this wasn't real. He - was aware of his own breathing and could vaguely make out the reassuring presence of - Snape sitting across from him.
-"Wanna play a game, Harry?" Dudley asked innocently. By now Harry knew better. - Dudley never had good intentions with Harry.
-"Not really," Harry had replied cautiously. "There's nothing to do here - anyway."
-"We could go for a swim," Dudley countered.
-Harry looked at the river that was running rather fast behind him. He frowned - and looked at Dudley.
-"I think that's a bit dangerous," he said, "The current is strong and I don't - really –"
-"What?" Dudley asked, smirking all the while, "Don't you know how to - swim?"
-The presence of Snape in Harry's mind was quite reassuring but at the same time, - he realized that the goal of this exercise was to expel Snape completely. But with - Snape gone, so would be his anchor. Harry tried his best to shove this memory aside - but it was firmly in place. Much more so than during normal Occlumency lessons.
-Was it because of the potion or was it because he was much more emotional now? - Harry was kind of upset with Snape viewing even more memories of his past. He hadn't - even seen half of his horrible past.
-"You know I don't," Younger Harry growled at Dudley.
-"Well, I do," Dudley said proudly.
-Harry huffed indignantly. "Well, we can't all be bloated enough to be our own - life raft."
-Dudley's demeanour switched from reasonably calm to enraged in a matter of - seconds.
-"Focus," Snape's voice resounded through Harry's mind. "Recognise your emotions - for what they are. They are a part of you but they need not hinder you. Allow them to - wash over you and detach yourself from them."
-Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, ignoring the feelings of fear - and anger that lingered near the surface.
-Dudley rushed forward and slammed his shoulder into Harry's chest. Harry was - knocked backwards and tried to keep his footing when the ground disappeared from - beneath him and his body made contact with cold water.
-'I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions,' Harry thought.
- "Then don't be," Snape replied calmly, "Dominate them."
Harry felt a sense of cool wash over him as he stepped back and looked at the - scene rationally. Fear had been a very logical emotion for a child that fell into a - river. Especially one that didn't know how to swim. But Harry wasn't that child - anymore and needn't be afraid.
-He was angry at Dudley for putting him in that position, and rightly so. But - Dudley was still as much of a child as Harry was. It was only right to forgive him - for such actions if only to heal himself.
-The memory ended and Harry was aware that Snape's presence was gone. He felt a - sense of loneliness but also one of accomplishment. He felt someone touch his knee - and opened his eyes, very much aware of the pain in his stomach.
-"Well done," Snape praised him, "Now keep that focus. The potion won't wear off - for another ten minutes or so. Use that time to practice."
-Harry focused on his breathing. He even found that focusing on the pain in his - stomach helped. He allowed his emotions to run their course but did not fight them. - At least, he tried to.
-Every now and then, he felt Snape probing his mind with Legilimency but he did not - break Harry's walls. It was obvious that Snape was being much too gentle though. If - he applied any pressure, Harry knew that his walls would break apart.
-"I think it was that muggle 'Nietzsche' that said, 'One ought to hold on to one's - heart. For if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too'," Snape - suddenly said.
-Tired emerald eyes met obsidian and stared at Snape incredulously. "What?"
-"I thought it rather fitting." Snape explained, "Makes me wonder if he was perhaps - a squib to have such a keen grasp on a very important Occlumency lesson."
-"You're distracting me," Harry breathed.
-"Am I?" Snape countered, raising a sardonic eyebrow.
-"Fine," Harry said, "I understand. It's all a part of it. I'm doing my best - here!"
-"Care to tell me what you thought of when you pushed me out?" Snape asked, "I'm - curious to know what your approach was."
-"I thought about my feelings," Harry said through gritted teeth, feeling somewhat - stupid. He was vaguely aware of the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "And I - thought of why I had them and tried putting them into context."
-"A very clever way of approaching yourself," Snape commended, "In order to move - on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel - it."
-Harry groaned as he put a hand on his aching stomach. "Sure," he panted, "Whatever - you say."
-"Harry, you've made a breakthrough today," Snape said suddenly.
-"You're going easy on me," Harry accused.
-Snape snorted. "Going easy on you? You are still aware of the potion I fed you, - are you not? I might not be trying to invade your mind to the best of my abilities at - the moment, but the fact that you are speaking coherently while under the potion's - influence is worthy of praise by itself."
-"It's diluted," Harry gasped.
-"Yes," Snape nodded gravely, "And eventually we can test your skill using the - undiluted version –" Snape shuddered at the thought. "- But for now, this is - impressive enough."
-Snape eyed Harry curiously as the boy was leaning back, panting heavily as he - attempted to power through the pain.
-"We would never have been able to elevate you to this level of Occlumency at the - beginning of our collaboration," Snape said kindly.
-"Yes well," Harry said, "I trust you a lot more not to rummage through my mind and - sell my memories to the highest bidder."
-Snape chuckled. "Witty to the end, aren't you? Just relax and let the potion run - its course. It will only be a few minutes more. Afterwards, you can meet up with that - redheaded girlfriend of yours."
-"How do you know about that?" Harry groaned.
-Snape frowned at his charge. "What do you think?"
-Harry just groaned. This time more out of embarrassment than out of pain. - Sometimes it sucked to have a father that could read minds.
-"Actually, could I just stay here tonight?" Harry asked, "I really don't feel that - well and I'm not sure I can even make it back to Gryffindor tower on my own."
-Snape regarded him carefully. "Hm, I suppose it would be prudent for me to make - sure there are no lasting side effects. Very well. You may stay here for the night. - Your room is ready for the night."
-Harry sighed in relief as he tried to stand on unsteady legs.
-"Thanks, Severus."
-"Anytime," Snape said easily.
-Did you all like Harry's Occlumency lesson? Do let me know what you think. I - anxiously await your reactions.
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