48. Prompt
Harry was bored. Excruciatingly bored. He had writer's block. He had surprised everybody in the Wizarding World that instead of continuing along the path of his once-dream to become an Auror or even a Seeker for any Professional Quidditch team. Instead he decided that he wanted to become an author and write books that mainly focused on Defence. They were mostly centered on an audience of young adults and Harry told of his own adventures while communicating defensive methods that anyone could use if they were in heed. Harry sat at a desk with a piece of parchment in front of him, his eagle feather quill laying dormant on the right side of the paper. He loved his job, and he excelled at it, but at the moment he was fresh out of good ideas. He needed something, anything.
The inspiration that he needed came in the form of one Severus Snape. The Potions Master strolled through the door of their personal chambers, a stack of essays held in his hand, gently swaying at his side in time with his steps. The corner of his lips turned up slightly as he spotted Harry parked in the chair stationed in front of 'Harry's desk'. He moved over and released the papers waiting to be filled with red lines and scathing comments that insulted preteen's and teenager's character and intelligence on 'his desk' before striding over and dropping a kiss on Harry's head while looking over the young man's shoulder at the parchment waiting to be filled with fantastic words that formed a story to be read by the masses.
Knowing what genre Harry liked to write in Severus made a suggestion. "Why not combine Defence and Potions? Write something about Potions that could help somebody defend against certain spells, just like shields and counter curses." Harry grinned at the man's suggestion and looked up. "Just like the new series of potions that you are developing?" "Well, you would need somebody who knows their Potions; your scores in school were abysmal." With a smirk he began to stride towards his lab but Harry hopped up, threw his arms around Sev's neck and gave him a tender kiss in thanks that was well responded to. Thanks to Sev Harry now had the prompt that would help to inspire him in this latest edition in his growing stack of compiled works. He could see the copious amounts of 'research' that would be taking place in the next few weeks.
The End
A/N: I was going to just scrap this fic, but then decided 'what the hell, why not post?' So here it is and I hope you like it.