Meeting The Professors; Sequel to Harry Potter Age 5 and a Few Days After
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Jojo
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Chapter 1: A Taste of Hatred
Harry opened his bright green eyes slowly. He could hear birds twittering outside his open window as sunlight poured in on his bed. Feeling very drowsy he merely moaned and turned over pulling his thick blanket over his head. Just as he was nodding off again a astray thought drifted through his head. One of the professors who were to help Sirius and Remus train him was stopping by today. He sat up quickly, wide awake in the blink of an eye. Harry tossed the covers off of him, bounded out of bed, while pulling his night shirt off, and headed for his dresser. Once there he commenced rummaging through it for a set of robes.
He had turned 6 last week and was ready to start his real training. Sirius and Remus had shown him many of the basics, and with the help of Moony's book collection, he knew even more. He was ready to meet today's professor! He'd been ready. Smiling to himself as he pulled his robe over his jeans he left his room. As he entered the hall the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into his nose from downstairs. Yes, Remus was cooking this morning, if it had been Sirius the smell of smoke would be burning his nose.
As he descended the stairs he heard a door behind him open and quick bare feet slapping the wood panelled floor. He looked back over his should to see Sirius rushing towards the steps, in a pair of jeans, pulling a white button up on his arm, and smiling stupidly.
"Forgot your socks." Harry pointed out as the long haired man joined him.
"Who needs um?" He asked giving a tooth grin. "Ready for your first lesson?" Harry nodded at him. "I mean you've practiced with me, Remmy, and McGonagall already, but this should prove a bit more...shall we say, entertaining?" Harry smiled, he knew exactly what Sirius was referring to. Usually Harry was practicing on him and Remus, and now they'd get to watch as Harry did god knows what to someone else.
"I think you like this idea more than me." Harry said as his feet met with the carpet of the living room. All Sirius did was smile at him.
"About time." Remus said smiling up from his cup of tea as the two entered the room. "Breakfast is ready."
"Thanks Remmy!" Sirius said happily.
"Don't call me that." The werewolf sighed going back to his tea as Harry sat at the table. "Good morning Harry."
"Good morning!" The small boy smiled at him. "Thanks for breakfast." Remus merely nodded.
"So? Has Dumbledore contacted you? Who's teachin' Harry today?" Remus looked up to the over grown pup, that was practically dancing on his tip toes, and sighed.
"Snape." Sirius stopped mid wiggle and stared hard at Remus.
"Who?" Harry asked curiously, as he had never seen such a hateful expression of his Godfather's face.
"You're joking right? Tell me Dumbledore did not invite that thing to my house!"
"I am sorry Sirius, but he did, and you had better behave yourself this is for Harry's own good."
"Oh like hell it is!" Sirius snapped and Harry continued to watch him, noting that the anger was rising in his face. "Letting that excuse of a wizard here, to point a wand at my Godson? Over my dead body!"
"Calm down Sirius. You know just as well as I that Snape would not harm a child no matter how...vile he is." Remus set his tea cup down noting that Sirius was not calming as he had asked. "You already agreed to having the teachers of Hogwarts train Harry during the month of August for the next 4 years until he can attend, to which he will take very advanced classes. Snape, as much as I hate to say it, is a Professor Sirius."
"Professor? He was a Death Eater!" They both heard a small gasp from the table. Remus looked over his shoulder and Sirius shut his mouth quickly. The boy looked shocked and pale as he stared with wide eyes at his guardians.
"A Death Eater? You mean...the men that, that follow the snake-man?"
"Harry-" Remus began gently while shooting Sirius a dirty look. "He wasn't-"
"The dark ones that kill people? That tried to kill my parents?"
"Harry calm down." Remus set his hand on his shoulder. "Snape was a spy for our side. He's good now-"
"Does that mean he wasn't always?" Remus sighed at the obvious fear in Harry's voice.
"You've got nothing to worry about Harry." Sirius said firmly. "He won't so much as look at you funny while he's in my house, or I'll hex him into next Tuesday."
"No you won't. Sirius you're only making this worse." Remus sounded as though he were losing his patience with the dog-man. "Harry, Snape is on our side, he works for Dumbledore, and he would never do anything to hurt you, do you understand?" Harry nodded, thought the slight fear still lingered. He liked Sirius's way of comforting better. The reassurance that Sirius would protect him.
"Now then." Remus started more cheerfully. "How about we eat our breakfast before it gets any colder and await our visitor?" He looked around to find that Sirius was still brooding and Harry was looking at the table top, hands in his lap. "I think I need more tea." He sighed.
Harry was waiting in the living room with his guardians at noon. Snape was suppose to be arriving by Floo powder soon, which was making Sirius more agitated with every passing second of the clock. Harry swallowed as the fireplace started to glow a faint green, then suddenly something black tumbled onto the carpet. Harry stared as a tall man stood from his crouched position. Vile wasn't a strong enough adjective to describe this man. He was taller than Sirius by a hair, with shoulder length greasy hair, sallow skin, and a hooked nose. He reeked of hatred and his black eyes shimmered maliciously in the bright room.
"Ah, Serverus, nice to see you again."
"Remus." The man replied curtly, showing his yellowed teeth, Harry was unaware of the fact that he was nearly hiding completely behind Sirius's legs, whom was doing nothing more than glaring death at Snape.
"Sirius, why don't you go into the kitchen while Serverus and I have a chat with Harry?" Harry clung harder to the material around Sirius's legs, as if begging him to stay and shield him from this, this, man.
"No." He growled. "I'm staying. Have your chat." And he moved towards the wall, leaned against it, folded his arms, and continued to glare. Harry being left standing there in plain view panicked slightly as he looked up into the greasy haired mans eyes. Snape looked down at the boy unconcerned.
"Potter." He growled and Harry felt his scar flare.
"P-professor." Harry choked out as the pain in his scar merely vanished. Snape smirked at the obvious fear in the boy.
"You are very wise Potter..." Sirius growled from the wall he was perched against.
"I think we should get started Harry." Remus said staring at him as he was shaking slightly. (Come on people, Snape is creepy, and if I was 6 and ran into him, I'd be screamin' and runnin' the other way.)
"Fine." Snape removed his wand and so did Sirius. Snape eyed him cautiously.
"Just a precaution Sevi." Sirius smirked.
"Yes...Potter, stand over there." He pointed his long bony finger to the farther end of the room. "I am the Potions Master Potter, and I will be teaching that to you today, at least as much as a mere 6 year old can understand." He sneered. "But first, I'd like to see what these to buffoons have managed to pound into your brain." Harry felt a ripple of anger under his fear. How dare this slimy git insult his Guardians.
"Buffoon or not, at least my hair is washed." Sirius snorted under his breath. Serverus glared over to him as Remus nudged his arm.
"Sirius..." Sirius sighed and continued to glare.
"So...have at me Potter. I highly doubt you could even scratch me." Harry pulled his wand out and pointed it at the man. "Such a cocky look, so much like your arrogant father." Sirius made a violent movement in the background making Serverus look back, Harry struck.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. Snape's wand flew out of his hand, he looked back quickly. "Pertrificus Totalus!" Snape hit the floor, bound tightly. Sirius was laughing his arse off rolling around on the ground. Remus sighed calling him an idiot and raised his wand.
"Finite Incantatem." Serverus was released and got to his feet looking for all the world as though he would murder Harry. Harry, who had been quite amused at making Sirius laugh like that, reverted right back to being scared out of his wits.
"That was dirty Potter." He growled picking up his wand. "My back was turned."
"Can it loser." Sirius said stepping forward. "You told him to have at you, then you got distracted, it's your own stupidity that got you." He smirked. "Now Potions Master, teach potions." He said dangerously as he set his hand a top of Harry's head protectively. Snape was seething now.
"How about some tea while Serverus sets up the equipment? Harry? Sirius?" Harry was in the kitchen in a shot, Sirius at his heels. "Serverus, would you like me to bring you a cup?"
"No." He hissed glaring daggers at the man before him. Remus shrugged and went into the kitchen where Sirius was congratulating Harry on a job well done.
"Very nice Harry." Remus acknowledged. "But potions has nothing to do with wands, so I would appreciate you paying attention."
"I've read a lot about potion making, that man couldn't teach me anything basic I don't already know."
"That man, is a professor Harry. What have you been teaching him Sirius?"
"To give respect to those who deserve, and that man doesn't deserve it. Harry did good to put him in his place." He smiled. "Come on Rem, don't tell me you thought it was hilarious to see Harry get Snape." A slight smile was playing on Remus's face.
"That is beside the point Sirius." Remus said sounding very teacher-like. "Harry is going to have to work with him, so please try and behave yourselves?"
"Ok." Harry agreed. "I'm ready for Potions."
"Good. Sirius, I think it's best if you stay in here, I'll stay with Harry." Sirius looked as though he was going to object, but Harry spoke.
"It's ok Sirius." Sirius nodded and watched as they left the kitchen.
Rotten, dirty, bastard. He thought as he pictured Snape being squired.
Harry sat at the table with his cauldron and waited for instructions, but what he got was a lecture. Professor Snape was going on and on about foolish wand waving, and shimmering cauldrons, and what not. Harry was nearly bored into a coma before the babbling grease-ball decided to give him a potion to make.
"This is a very simple potion, the simplest I could fine, considering your age." Harry felt the stab but ignored it. He was quickly forgetting that he feared this man as a new emotion started to fill his insides-Hatred. As Harry worked on the potion, Snape loomed over him like a menacing Dementor, making snide remarks about it being too runny, his blade work was to sloppy, and the fact that Harry couldn't pick up the whole pile of herbs at once to place them in the potion.
"I'm six." Harry growled. "I have small hands." Snape stopped mid stalk and stared down at Harry. Remus was staring at Harry too, it was the first thing he'd said in an hour.
"What did you say?" He growled.
"I said my hands are small."
"He has a point Serverus, you've been nitpicking his work since he started, have you forgotten he is just a little boy?" Remus smiled serenely up at Snape who was looking murderous again.
"I see...we are done for the day." He waved his wand and everything disappeared. "Potter, you are a horrible potion brewer, I hope for your sake you learn how to brew one properly before your first year." And he too disappeared.
"Ignore him Harry." Remus said smiling. "He's just sore because you were doing so well." Harry looked back to Remus and smiled slightly.
"I don't like him."
"That a boy!" Sirius's voice sounded happily from the kitchen. He entered the living room. "No decent Potter would like a greasy git like that! Your father couldn't stand him either, bitter enemies."
"Sirius! Don't make Harry hate him."
"I don't need Sirius to make me hate him, he did that on his own, calling you two Buffoons..." Harry glared. "Can I have a ride on your bike?"
"Sure!" And with that they both left Remus standing in the living room.
"I think I need some more tea." He sighed.
To be continued...
Chapter 2: Tea of Doom
Harry meets another professor! But why does this one seem to want more than just a good student?
