Note: This is my second fic, well it was technically my first ever written,
but it's my second to be put on this site. I don't know if it will ever get
finished but I hope it will. Apparently my grammar and spelling are
terrible so I apologize in advance. I hope you like it; if I get a good
response I will keep writing so if you like than please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, J.K Rowling does. Any story line, magical spell, word or character that you read and think, 'Hey I've heard that somewhere before,' well you have from J.K Rowling's fabulous works. Like I said I don't own anything, except the story.
...... Here it is..... Prepare yourself....... Are you preparing..... I hope so because here it is...
Dumbledore's Trust!!
Chapter 1: The problem with Snape.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair as he slowly and reluctantly made his way down to Snape's dungeon. He had wanted nothing more than to head up to his dorms and have a nice long sleep in his comfy four poster bed after the days long, hard Quidditch practice. However due to the fact that he still had his Occlumency lessons with Snape, his least favorite teacher, that night he had no choice but to head for his office in the dungeons.
Harry was so tired and lost in thought that he didn't realize that he was at Snape's door. He let out a deep sigh and reached for the door knob. Before Harry could even touch the handle the door burst open. There, right in front of Harry stood his greasy haired, hooked nosed, potions teacher, Professor Snape, looking murderous as always.
'What do you want Potter,' Snape snapped, 'I'm busy.'
Harry was slightly taken a back. He was used to Snape and his temper but why would he be yelling at him, taking Occlumency lessons wasn't his idea after all. If anything Harry thought he should be the one yelling, not Snape.
'Occulmancy,' Harry managed to say, although not sounding too polite. Snape glared at Harry for a while before saying very loudly and rudely 'Cancelled,' than slamming the door in Harry's face.
Harry stood there for a few minutes just to make sure Snape wasn't playing some sort of stupid joke on him. But he should have known better than to suspect Snape of doing anything of the sort.
Harry could feel the anger boiling up inside him. How could Snape just dismiss him like that? Wasn't he taking Occlumency lessons supposed to be the most important thing at the moment?
He didn't think that it was possible for him to hate Snape any more than he had before, but now he found that he was horribly mistaken and with one last death stare at Snape's dungeon door he turned around and walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
He made his way silently up the stairs, not even realizing that he was walking up steps at all, turning over in his head all the things Snape had done over the years to him. He was so lost in thought that he didn't here the footsteps of someone coming toward him, or his name being called until it was repeated for a third time.
'Harry Potter, are you awake,' called the stern voice questioningly, invading his thoughts, from the top of the stairs.
Harry looked up so quickly that he cracked his neck.
'And just what do you think your doing wandering the corridors after hours?' it was Harry's head of house and transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, that had called his name.
He thought about making up some excuse as to why he had been roaming around, because he just couldn't be bothered telling her the truth, but than deciding against it he told her the real reason.
'I was supposed to have my Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape tonight, Professor,' Harry begun, unable to hold back his anger, 'but he said he was busy and cancelled.'
He watched as McGonagall looked around to make sure no one else had overheard. Harry taking Occlumency lessons was supposed to be a secret after all. In his rage Harry had forgotten this and so had not bothered to keep his voice low.
Obviously satisfied that the corridors were deserted and therefore no one else had overheard she looked back down at Harry with a scornful expression on her face.
'Professor Snape, did what?' She asked puzzled.
'He, ah . C-cancelled Occlumency,' Harry stuttered, unsure of whether it was a rhetorical question and he shouldn't answer or whether it was a question which was entitled to an answer.
Professor McGonagall continued to speak with that look of utter disgust still painted on her face.
'Dumbledore warned him about this,' she said looking past Harry. Than her face automatically softened and she looked back at Harry and said, 'follow me please, Potter.'
Harry wheeled around and followed McGonagall back down the dungeon steps to Snape's office.
She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. So she knocked again. There was still no answer. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise from inside Snape's office and for the second time that night the door burst open and Snape's deadly face appeared once more.
'Potter-,' he began, 'I thought I told you-,' but before Snape could finish, Professor McGonagall steeped in front of Harry. Immediately Snape's tone and expression changed. He was worried.
McGonagall exploded immediately, 'Snape, when Dumbledore finds out that you cancelled Harry's lesson he will not be pleased. What could you have been thinking? These lessons are the most important thing for Harry at the moment and Dumbledore warned you to put all your grudges aside, so what is your excuse for.,' McGonagall slowly trailed off.
Harry had been staring at his shoes whilst McGonagall yelled at Snape; he didn't want to see the look that Snape might be giving him. But when the yelling suddenly ceased he looked up to see what had stopped it. When his eyes reached his transfiguration teachers face he found her starring at Snape in shock. He traced her eyes to Snape's leg and managed to quickly glimpse a dark patch in his robes right near his left thigh. It had to be blood. Harry came to the conclusion that he must have been attacked by something because now that he was looking at his potions master he could see scratch marks all over his robes.
Snape glared at Harry before quickly tossing more of his robe over his leg in an attempt to cover it up. But that only revealed more scratch marks. Snape looked back up at McGonagall and Harry could tell he was trying to come up with an explanation.
'Severus,' McGonagall began, softening her voice slightly, 'What on earth happened to your leg.
'Nothing,' he shouted, now hiding his leg further behind the dungeon door which was almost closed now apart from the small crack he was keeping open to put his head through. 'I just tripped, that's all, and it's no concern,' he lied rather obviously.
'On what-,' McGonagall asked disbelievingly, and then she added rather sarcastically, 'On a chair.'
Snape snarled at McGonagall's sarcasm and tried to slam the door in their face. That would have been Harry's second time for the night but McGonagall made a step towards Snape's door and forced it open, whilst Snape tried desperately to keep her out. But she forced her way through and entered the office. Harry didn't know whether to follow or not, but no one had told him to leave and he was curious as to what could have happened to his cruel and ruthless professor, so he followed McGonagall's swaying robes into Snape's office.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of what lay in the corner of Snape's office. He heard McGonagall gasp at his side and although he didn't see her face he could tell that she was just as shocked as he was. Although it only looked like a pile of dirty old rags were placed in a small cage in the dungeons corner, Harry knew what it was, or rather who it was.
'Professor Lupin,' he called.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, J.K Rowling does. Any story line, magical spell, word or character that you read and think, 'Hey I've heard that somewhere before,' well you have from J.K Rowling's fabulous works. Like I said I don't own anything, except the story.
...... Here it is..... Prepare yourself....... Are you preparing..... I hope so because here it is...
Dumbledore's Trust!!
Chapter 1: The problem with Snape.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair as he slowly and reluctantly made his way down to Snape's dungeon. He had wanted nothing more than to head up to his dorms and have a nice long sleep in his comfy four poster bed after the days long, hard Quidditch practice. However due to the fact that he still had his Occlumency lessons with Snape, his least favorite teacher, that night he had no choice but to head for his office in the dungeons.
Harry was so tired and lost in thought that he didn't realize that he was at Snape's door. He let out a deep sigh and reached for the door knob. Before Harry could even touch the handle the door burst open. There, right in front of Harry stood his greasy haired, hooked nosed, potions teacher, Professor Snape, looking murderous as always.
'What do you want Potter,' Snape snapped, 'I'm busy.'
Harry was slightly taken a back. He was used to Snape and his temper but why would he be yelling at him, taking Occlumency lessons wasn't his idea after all. If anything Harry thought he should be the one yelling, not Snape.
'Occulmancy,' Harry managed to say, although not sounding too polite. Snape glared at Harry for a while before saying very loudly and rudely 'Cancelled,' than slamming the door in Harry's face.
Harry stood there for a few minutes just to make sure Snape wasn't playing some sort of stupid joke on him. But he should have known better than to suspect Snape of doing anything of the sort.
Harry could feel the anger boiling up inside him. How could Snape just dismiss him like that? Wasn't he taking Occlumency lessons supposed to be the most important thing at the moment?
He didn't think that it was possible for him to hate Snape any more than he had before, but now he found that he was horribly mistaken and with one last death stare at Snape's dungeon door he turned around and walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
He made his way silently up the stairs, not even realizing that he was walking up steps at all, turning over in his head all the things Snape had done over the years to him. He was so lost in thought that he didn't here the footsteps of someone coming toward him, or his name being called until it was repeated for a third time.
'Harry Potter, are you awake,' called the stern voice questioningly, invading his thoughts, from the top of the stairs.
Harry looked up so quickly that he cracked his neck.
'And just what do you think your doing wandering the corridors after hours?' it was Harry's head of house and transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, that had called his name.
He thought about making up some excuse as to why he had been roaming around, because he just couldn't be bothered telling her the truth, but than deciding against it he told her the real reason.
'I was supposed to have my Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape tonight, Professor,' Harry begun, unable to hold back his anger, 'but he said he was busy and cancelled.'
He watched as McGonagall looked around to make sure no one else had overheard. Harry taking Occlumency lessons was supposed to be a secret after all. In his rage Harry had forgotten this and so had not bothered to keep his voice low.
Obviously satisfied that the corridors were deserted and therefore no one else had overheard she looked back down at Harry with a scornful expression on her face.
'Professor Snape, did what?' She asked puzzled.
'He, ah . C-cancelled Occlumency,' Harry stuttered, unsure of whether it was a rhetorical question and he shouldn't answer or whether it was a question which was entitled to an answer.
Professor McGonagall continued to speak with that look of utter disgust still painted on her face.
'Dumbledore warned him about this,' she said looking past Harry. Than her face automatically softened and she looked back at Harry and said, 'follow me please, Potter.'
Harry wheeled around and followed McGonagall back down the dungeon steps to Snape's office.
She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. So she knocked again. There was still no answer. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise from inside Snape's office and for the second time that night the door burst open and Snape's deadly face appeared once more.
'Potter-,' he began, 'I thought I told you-,' but before Snape could finish, Professor McGonagall steeped in front of Harry. Immediately Snape's tone and expression changed. He was worried.
McGonagall exploded immediately, 'Snape, when Dumbledore finds out that you cancelled Harry's lesson he will not be pleased. What could you have been thinking? These lessons are the most important thing for Harry at the moment and Dumbledore warned you to put all your grudges aside, so what is your excuse for.,' McGonagall slowly trailed off.
Harry had been staring at his shoes whilst McGonagall yelled at Snape; he didn't want to see the look that Snape might be giving him. But when the yelling suddenly ceased he looked up to see what had stopped it. When his eyes reached his transfiguration teachers face he found her starring at Snape in shock. He traced her eyes to Snape's leg and managed to quickly glimpse a dark patch in his robes right near his left thigh. It had to be blood. Harry came to the conclusion that he must have been attacked by something because now that he was looking at his potions master he could see scratch marks all over his robes.
Snape glared at Harry before quickly tossing more of his robe over his leg in an attempt to cover it up. But that only revealed more scratch marks. Snape looked back up at McGonagall and Harry could tell he was trying to come up with an explanation.
'Severus,' McGonagall began, softening her voice slightly, 'What on earth happened to your leg.
'Nothing,' he shouted, now hiding his leg further behind the dungeon door which was almost closed now apart from the small crack he was keeping open to put his head through. 'I just tripped, that's all, and it's no concern,' he lied rather obviously.
'On what-,' McGonagall asked disbelievingly, and then she added rather sarcastically, 'On a chair.'
Snape snarled at McGonagall's sarcasm and tried to slam the door in their face. That would have been Harry's second time for the night but McGonagall made a step towards Snape's door and forced it open, whilst Snape tried desperately to keep her out. But she forced her way through and entered the office. Harry didn't know whether to follow or not, but no one had told him to leave and he was curious as to what could have happened to his cruel and ruthless professor, so he followed McGonagall's swaying robes into Snape's office.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of what lay in the corner of Snape's office. He heard McGonagall gasp at his side and although he didn't see her face he could tell that she was just as shocked as he was. Although it only looked like a pile of dirty old rags were placed in a small cage in the dungeons corner, Harry knew what it was, or rather who it was.
'Professor Lupin,' he called.