A/N - This is my second Harry Potter fic, so I'm none too
experienced. I think my first one was a bit of a shambles, so
I'm taking more care with this one. I'm already enjoying
writing it, and I intend to have a lot of fun with it.
Muahahahahaha....
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Harry Potter world, JK Rowling owns it all. Pity.
A Snape Kind of Summer
Chapter 1 - Breaking the News
Harry pinched himself. Hard. It had to be a dream, it had to. No, a nightmare, that's what it was. Dumbledore couldn't be serious.
"Spend the summer with Snape?" Harry muttered incredulously "Snape? Of all the witches and wizards in the world, why him?"
Harry hadn't even read past the first paragraph yet, but he could tell already that he didn't like where this was going. He read, and re-read the first paragraph, trying to find another explanation without having to read the horrors that surely lay ahead. Snape? Harry just couldn't get over it. Surely Dumbledore knew how much they hated each other? But then, that was probably why he was doing it. Albus Dumbledore, although he was the greatest sorcerer of all time, could sometimes come up with the most hare-brained ideas.
Deciding that he wanted to find out either way, Harry scribbled a note on the back of the parchment to Sirius.
The previous week, Harry had received a letter from Sirius telling him that he'd been made a teacher. Defense Against the Dark Arts. So he would definitely know if something was going on.
Dear Sirius, I have just received a highly disturbing owl from Dumbledore, saying that I had to spend the rest of the Summer with Snape. I suspect that you know full well what is going on, so please enlighten me. If you think that I am going to spend the rest of my summer with no one but the walls (and a cranky old vampire, but the less said about him, the better) to talk to, then you are sorely mistaken. I refuse to stay in the same building as Snape, as I'm sure would you. I have had enough torture over the past four years as it is, and even Voldemort was not cruel enough to even suggest this. I have nothing more to say to you, other than I'm sure you get the message. I shall not stay in anything other than extreme distance from that 'evil git' as you yourself refer to him as. Your (soon to be ex, if you are not careful) Godson, Harry
Calling Hedwig, Harry picked himself up from the lawn of Number 4 Privet Drive. Looking around, he started to think.
Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. It's not as if Snape would like this any more than he did...if not less so. He would probably completely ignore him.
As Hedwig swooped down, Harry tied his letter to the bird's leg.
"Not much different to how things are now, then," Harry mused. "At least I would be able to do my homework while I was there."
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"Sirius..." Dumbledore warned.
"No!" Sirius yelled back. "How could you not tell me? Harry should not have to go through with this! He shouldn't have to hide away! Especially with him! I have nothing against the man, Albus, but he is hardly one of Harry's best friends! And for a year! A whole year! Even with Minerva there, Harry will need someone his own age to keep his sanity!"
Dumbledore sighed.
"Which is precisely why I asked Miss Weasley to accompany him. She is well advanced for her age, and could easily catch up with the work Harry will be tutored on." Dumbledore said, gently trying to persuade Sirius that it was the best thing for Harry.
"But you are still putting him in hiding! He should not have to go through with that! He is too young, he has already had to grow up far too fast for his own good, this would only worsen the problem, Albus, you know it would!" Sirius ran a frustrated hand through his hair, making it look very much like Harry's tended to: stuck up in all directions.
"Sirius, it is those experiences that have made him who he is now. And surely you can see that he would be safer there. I'm sure that you could visit every now and again, also. If you said you were Severus' brother..." Dumbledore trailed off at the furious glare his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was giving him. "Or, possibly, Minerva's. A glamour charm could fix you up for that. And Harry would have enough company with Miss Weasley there, you know that. You're just grasping at straws."
Sirius sighed.
"I know I am, Albus, but I've only just been cleared. To have Harry taken away from me now is doing my head in. He's like a son to me..." Sirius sighed again, then relented. "Fine. But please talk to him first, or he'll never go. He already sent me a rather...er...angry owl about it. Heck, he'll be furious with me, now. Well, you shall have to take full responsibility for this decision. I will not be treated like a traitor for the rest of my days for this, OK? I will not." Sirius sat down defiantly.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"You have my word, Professor Black," Dumbledore saluted jokingly. "And now to speak with Miss Weasley...would you call Harry? It would make sense to tell them together."
"Oh, yes, that reminds me. Why Ginny?" Sirius asked curiously. "This isn't one of your Lily and James tricks, is it?" Sirius looked suspiciously at Dumbledore. "I've only ever heard Harry talk about her as a friend, you know...a lot mind you...maybe you'd be better putting Harry in with Ron, or someone...I dunno if Harry's ready to be a Dad yet..."
Dumbledore chuckled.
"As you said, Sirius," Dumbledore stated. "They consider each other as friends, and nothing more." Dumbledore said this sincerely enough, but as he turned to floo The Burrow, the twinkle in his eye suggested otherwise.
As Sirius left the headmaster's office o fetch Harry, Dumbledore smiled to himself.
"I wonder if this will prove as effective as last time...I do hope so," Dumbledore's smile turned mischievous. "For that was so much fun...Ah, Molly. I wonder if I could speak to your daughter...here, if at all possible."
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Harry headed to answer the door with a sigh.
This would probably be another of Dudley's friends, coming over to help him taunt Harry.
He reached out for the handle, and pulled the door open.
Harry gasped.
"Sirius!" Harry cried. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"
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A/N: Please, review, even if it is to criticize. If you don't I don't know what I've done wrong, so it wont improve much (don't feel obliged to criticize though...!) I will rep[ly to all reviews in my next chapter, which should be up tomorrow.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Harry Potter world, JK Rowling owns it all. Pity.
A Snape Kind of Summer
Chapter 1 - Breaking the News
Harry pinched himself. Hard. It had to be a dream, it had to. No, a nightmare, that's what it was. Dumbledore couldn't be serious.
"Spend the summer with Snape?" Harry muttered incredulously "Snape? Of all the witches and wizards in the world, why him?"
Harry hadn't even read past the first paragraph yet, but he could tell already that he didn't like where this was going. He read, and re-read the first paragraph, trying to find another explanation without having to read the horrors that surely lay ahead. Snape? Harry just couldn't get over it. Surely Dumbledore knew how much they hated each other? But then, that was probably why he was doing it. Albus Dumbledore, although he was the greatest sorcerer of all time, could sometimes come up with the most hare-brained ideas.
Deciding that he wanted to find out either way, Harry scribbled a note on the back of the parchment to Sirius.
The previous week, Harry had received a letter from Sirius telling him that he'd been made a teacher. Defense Against the Dark Arts. So he would definitely know if something was going on.
Dear Sirius, I have just received a highly disturbing owl from Dumbledore, saying that I had to spend the rest of the Summer with Snape. I suspect that you know full well what is going on, so please enlighten me. If you think that I am going to spend the rest of my summer with no one but the walls (and a cranky old vampire, but the less said about him, the better) to talk to, then you are sorely mistaken. I refuse to stay in the same building as Snape, as I'm sure would you. I have had enough torture over the past four years as it is, and even Voldemort was not cruel enough to even suggest this. I have nothing more to say to you, other than I'm sure you get the message. I shall not stay in anything other than extreme distance from that 'evil git' as you yourself refer to him as. Your (soon to be ex, if you are not careful) Godson, Harry
Calling Hedwig, Harry picked himself up from the lawn of Number 4 Privet Drive. Looking around, he started to think.
Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. It's not as if Snape would like this any more than he did...if not less so. He would probably completely ignore him.
As Hedwig swooped down, Harry tied his letter to the bird's leg.
"Not much different to how things are now, then," Harry mused. "At least I would be able to do my homework while I was there."
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"Sirius..." Dumbledore warned.
"No!" Sirius yelled back. "How could you not tell me? Harry should not have to go through with this! He shouldn't have to hide away! Especially with him! I have nothing against the man, Albus, but he is hardly one of Harry's best friends! And for a year! A whole year! Even with Minerva there, Harry will need someone his own age to keep his sanity!"
Dumbledore sighed.
"Which is precisely why I asked Miss Weasley to accompany him. She is well advanced for her age, and could easily catch up with the work Harry will be tutored on." Dumbledore said, gently trying to persuade Sirius that it was the best thing for Harry.
"But you are still putting him in hiding! He should not have to go through with that! He is too young, he has already had to grow up far too fast for his own good, this would only worsen the problem, Albus, you know it would!" Sirius ran a frustrated hand through his hair, making it look very much like Harry's tended to: stuck up in all directions.
"Sirius, it is those experiences that have made him who he is now. And surely you can see that he would be safer there. I'm sure that you could visit every now and again, also. If you said you were Severus' brother..." Dumbledore trailed off at the furious glare his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was giving him. "Or, possibly, Minerva's. A glamour charm could fix you up for that. And Harry would have enough company with Miss Weasley there, you know that. You're just grasping at straws."
Sirius sighed.
"I know I am, Albus, but I've only just been cleared. To have Harry taken away from me now is doing my head in. He's like a son to me..." Sirius sighed again, then relented. "Fine. But please talk to him first, or he'll never go. He already sent me a rather...er...angry owl about it. Heck, he'll be furious with me, now. Well, you shall have to take full responsibility for this decision. I will not be treated like a traitor for the rest of my days for this, OK? I will not." Sirius sat down defiantly.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"You have my word, Professor Black," Dumbledore saluted jokingly. "And now to speak with Miss Weasley...would you call Harry? It would make sense to tell them together."
"Oh, yes, that reminds me. Why Ginny?" Sirius asked curiously. "This isn't one of your Lily and James tricks, is it?" Sirius looked suspiciously at Dumbledore. "I've only ever heard Harry talk about her as a friend, you know...a lot mind you...maybe you'd be better putting Harry in with Ron, or someone...I dunno if Harry's ready to be a Dad yet..."
Dumbledore chuckled.
"As you said, Sirius," Dumbledore stated. "They consider each other as friends, and nothing more." Dumbledore said this sincerely enough, but as he turned to floo The Burrow, the twinkle in his eye suggested otherwise.
As Sirius left the headmaster's office o fetch Harry, Dumbledore smiled to himself.
"I wonder if this will prove as effective as last time...I do hope so," Dumbledore's smile turned mischievous. "For that was so much fun...Ah, Molly. I wonder if I could speak to your daughter...here, if at all possible."
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Harry headed to answer the door with a sigh.
This would probably be another of Dudley's friends, coming over to help him taunt Harry.
He reached out for the handle, and pulled the door open.
Harry gasped.
"Sirius!" Harry cried. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"
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A/N: Please, review, even if it is to criticize. If you don't I don't know what I've done wrong, so it wont improve much (don't feel obliged to criticize though...!) I will rep[ly to all reviews in my next chapter, which should be up tomorrow.
Review!