AN: I had this idea last night while listening to OotP on my iPod. I didn't know what kind of dishes British people eat so I just used my own culinary experience.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in here. If I did, I'd be rich.
Harry's Apology
It was the end of another dismal Potions lesson. Harry had just left a sample of his Invigoration Draught on Snape's desk for marking when he heard the sound of something smashing. He wheeled around to see his sample flask on the floor in pieces, the potion within running across the floor. Harry stomped back to his cauldron, intending to scoop up another flask full and make Snape mark it, but when he got back to his seat, he noticed that his cauldron had been emptied. Hermione was standing there staring at him and mouthing 'I'm sorry' wordlessly. Harry didn't know what to do for a moment. He hung his head; one hand was massaging his forehead and temples. Hermione slipped her arm around Harry and started to lead him out of the dungeon, quietly intoning that a bit of food would make things better, but Harry, as gently as he could, pulled away from her and walked back up to the front of class. The few remaining people in the room watched with rapt fascination as Harry strode purposefully up to Snape's desk. Hermione looked apprehensive as if she thought nothing good could come of this while Malfoy, on the other hand, looked positively gleeful as if he expected Snape to end up cursing Harry into oblivion.
Harry walked up to Snape and said quite loud enough for everyone to hear: "Just because my dad was horrible to you when you were in school doesn't mean that you have to be horrible to me."
Snape looked a mix of being thunderstruck, enraged, and surprised. "I thought I told you not to mention what you saw in front of anyone ever again, Potter. I see that you have your father's caring for others' feelings as well." Snape said emotionlessly.
"I'm sorry my dad and Sirius were so terrible to you, but you shouldn't take it out on me. Aside from being my father's son, I've done nothing to you since I've been here. All the times you accused me of stealing things from your personal stores, all the unfairness, jibes, taunts, and insults have all been from your hatred of my father, and I'm sorry you can't seem to get over that." Harry turned on his heel, walked to his seat, picked up his bag and walked out of the room without so much as a glance at anyone. Snape sat at the front, still looking shocked and somewhat sad although no one would ever be able to be sure.
Up at lunch, Harry had just tucked into a pile of fried chicked, mashed potatoes, and french fries. Hermione came rushing into the Great Hall, obviously winded, and sat down next to Harry and Ron. "Harry, what did you think you were doing?" she said, her face red with worry.
"Doing what?" Ron asked, curiosity showing intently on his face.
"It's a long story, Ron." Harry said tiredly, "Hermione, I just went up to apologize for my father's treatment of Professor Snape, and I hope he'll get over it eventually." Harry said matter-of-factly as if it was as clear as day what he'd been doing, which it was really, but it had just been so unexpected.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something else, but at that moment, Professor Snape himself came striding into the Great Hall. He stopped at where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting, looked down at Harry, and muttered two words: "Apology accepted." He said so quietly that for a moment, Harry thought he had misheard.
Even so, Harry just nodded, said thank you and went back to his fried chicken.
"What was all that about?" Ron said incredulously.
"I'll tell you later." Harry said with a slight smile on his face.
