Another one-shot. I am just so bored……
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Severus Snape was screwed. Extremely. He had just been assigned to watch over that Potter over the summer. The whole summer. At the Snape manor. Dumbledore had finally taken notice of how skinny and depressed Harry was from returning from the Dursley's. Ron and Hermione had had given an impassioned plea to have Harry to stay at the Weasley's, or at least somewhere that was not the Dursley's. This is where our twinkling Headmaster had the brilliant idea to have his two favorite boys in the same house all summer long. He should have known it wouldn't work.
"WHAT?" Harry could not believe what he had just heard.
"Harry, I am sorry, we were just trying to help…"
"Hermione, you have just doomed me to an ENTIRE summer with Snape. AT HIS HOUSE! How is that helping?"
This argument was taking place in the Gryffindor Common room. It was way past midnight, and even all of the stragglers had already gone to bed. Three days of school were left, before summer holidays. After forcing out where Ron and Hermione had gone, Harry was not pleased. Neither was Snape when he found out.
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Snape had been called up by Dumbledore to have a little "chat". A chat that almost always began with the offering of lemon drops, which Snape always declined. Then came the tea. If Albus offered tea first, then he had bad news. If his eyes were twinkling, then it would be bad news for Snape, but good news for Albus.
It was bad news. Snape could hardly believe what he ears had heard. Had Dumbledore really just said that he would be taking care of that blasted Potter for the summer vacation?
He had.
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Hermione could be really annoying sometimes. This was one of those times. "Harry! Ron! Stop playing! This is serious! Harry is going to be gone all summer and his things need to be packed! NOW! The leaving feast starts in ONE hour! Harry, you will be leaving right after. Snape said that your things needed to be packed!"
Hermione was flipping out. One of her best friends, who was like a little brother to her, was leaving to live with that..that man. She wouldn't go as far as to call him a blood-sucking overgrown bat, that was also an oily git, but she was certainly thinking of names along those lines.
Ron was terrified. He would never see Harry again. Well, if he did, Harry would be either one of the living dead, or dead dead. Not a good prospect. Yes, Harry might be the boy-who-lived that is all-powerful and just won't die, but there must be some limit to that. Its like a warranty, though Ron had no idea what that was. It was another one of those muggle things that Hermione had told him about.
Harry was not scared. Just annoyed, pissed, enraged and several other similar feelings. It may be better than spending the summer at the Dursley's, but actually, maybe not.
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The leaving feast was over. Already. When everyone had finally stood up for bed, (or partying) Harry went off to his miserable fate of staying with Snape. Snape was thinking to himself… 'If I slip some of that veritserum into Harry's pumpkin juice and simply say that Potter had tampered with my potions, somehow accidentally getting some in his juice, I may find several good blackmailing subjects.'
"Come along Potter, we haven't got all of the time in the world." Snape was leading Harry down to the dungeons where a portkey would activate and bring them to Snape manor. Harry was hurrying after him, trying to keep while wearing several sizes to big pants. They had a horrible habit of slipping down during impromptu moments. This was one of them. Harry tripped and grabbed onto the one thing that was there: Snape's robes.
"RIP!"
'Uh oh…' was all Harry could think. Here he was on the floor of the dungeons, with a handful of Snape's robes in his hand. Cloth that was no longer connected.
Snape had tried to keep himself calm, all the while just waiting to put the veritserum into Harry's drink. But some things are too much.
"POTTER!" Snape roared, turning on his heel, his tattered robe flowing out in Snape style. "Just WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROBES!" Snape was not an extremely vain man, if he had ripped the robe himself (which of course he never would) he would not have been angered. But since it was Potter, that bloody Potter who always had it out for him, just like his father, it made it into a catastrophe. And this was why Potter was extremely screwed.
"We will talk about this later, when we arrive at the manor. Until then, keep your mouth shut, no tripping, can you not even walk? Well, get up and follow me. We are already behind schedule."
Yep, Harry thought, I am definitely screwed.
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Snape Manor was impressive. But it was also dark, gloomy and covered in cobweb. The ivy stretched up the side of the building, winding up and around the one tower of the building, before it disappeared into the clouds. Very impressive. So when Harry stepped into the main hall, he was astonished to see that the inside was very nice. Clean, well lit, and completely free of cobwebs, the hall shone from the light of an elegant chandelier that was made of something other than glass or jewel. Harry stared at it. Who knew Snape was so rich? Harry thought, as he took in the many carpets and wall hangings, antiques and many other mind-boggling things.
"I see you have seen the Chandelier." Snape said, with an amused smirk on his face, " That Chandelier is made out of the tear drops of a dragon, very rare. One of my forefathers enjoyed making dragons cry. Not an easy feat, I assure you."
"You can make dragons cry? Harry said in amazement, forgetting momentarily of his animosity toward Snape.
"Why have I never heard of it?
The moment was ruined with Snape saying back "Because Potter, you know nothing, and don't you forget it."
Snape continued in, giving Harry many warnings of what not to touch.
"Potter, just don't touch anything" was Snape's retort after a fed up Harry wanted to know what he could touch.
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But Harry could ignore all past misdeeds by the room he was given. Compared to his other rooms, this was easily the room fit for something bigger than a king. This room compared to the normal size room was still magnificent. The colors in the room were a deep green with cream edgings. The walls were a nice dark green, with cream curtains. Green bed cover with cream sheets, and the floor was a forest, with cream patterns.
Harry was surprisingly enough not bothered by the green and cream décor. As he looked into the tall mirror that was on one side of his room, he said to himself "Well, at least it matches my eyes".
Snape was walking by Harry's room when Harry said this. Not being able to resist himself, he stepped into the room.
Harry hadn't noticed. Harry continued to preen a little in front of the mirror, noticing that he looked good. He was in middle of flexing his bicep when he felt a presence behind him. Looking up into the mirror, he let out a little EEP!
There was the big bat from hell himself. Snape was towering over Harry, glaring at him, with a snarl and a glare. It was glare number 56, the " take Harry down a step when he is showing off". It backfired.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA. You look funny professor."
"You think I look funny Potter? Remember my threat?"
Of course Harry was enjoying himself way too much. So he let his mouth get away from him.
"What threat professor? The one where you will kill me, maul me, or the one where you will blackmail me?"
"That's it boy, you are coming with me." Those ominous words were issued as Snape grabbed Harry by the back of the collar and dragged him to the dining room.
There, Harry was tied up. He didn't struggle. Now was a good time for Snape to find out that Harry had never ever actually stolen something from his stores. Harry was prepared to be given Veritserum and tell Snape everything. That is, he was before he knew what Snape was going to ask….
Snape walked back in, his robes snapping around behind him. In his hand he was holding a very small vial of the potion. He went straight to Harry, and seemed hesitant to administer the potion. But Harry, seeing his reluctance, chimed in, "Professor, I am completely willing to take that potion. Will you please give it to me?"
Taking Harry's reply for insolence, Snape growled and almost shoved the potion down Harry's throat.
He shouldn't have.
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A very shocked Snape exited the dining room several hours later. He could not begin to comprehend what he had just learned. Potter was not who he thought he was. No, he was much worse.