The Affair, Part 1
I wish to dedicate this FanFic to my Friends in the Anime Corner who actually like Harry Potter and to my best friend Tammy.
It was dark outside when Harry was drawn to the Forbidden Forest. Drawn to it's beckoning. He had no clue to what or who it might be. When he reached the edge of the Forest. He was a little scared. But who could blame him? -he was thinking- He was almost killed at the age of one, and then attacked again when he was 11, but now it was different. He was 16. What would he not be able to deal with or handle when he was 15.
Well, there was one thing. One thing, that could bring everything down upon him. People today don't look at the good as much as they do the bad, and that could ruin everything. You see, from what you know, Harry's no normal boy. Not only is this true because he has a scar on his head and is famous, but because he's having an affair. Now this really isn't just any plain old affair young Harry's having. It's an Affair with his Potions Teacher, Severus Snape.
Now, I'm sure you think so far this Fanfic must be ludicrous and that you want to stop reading it, but hear me out. In the end, this'll make as much sense as de-weeding your lawn.
This Affair he has with Snape as only been lasting just over a year. They had met last summer a few times, when Harry to get away from home. On the night of the beginning of the affair, Harry was serving detention with Snape. The detention had gone straight into the night. The candles had been running low for a while and the humidity in the room was horrible and sticky. Snape had left the room to go and fetch more candles.
In the room, Harry couldn't stand the heat. He had taken off his robe and shirt. The fire under his cauldron was heating up the room even faster. When Snape walked back in. he too felt the heat even more, coming from a cool storage room. He also took off his heavy black robe. Snape sat down on his desk and started scribbling down a note on some parchment. Harry looks up from his potion brewing and sat there watching Snape intensely. Snape looks up from his note and notices Harry watching him.
"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?"
"No, thank you, Professor" Harry replied quickly, and then went back to his potion.
They sat there quietly, listening, for what. Neither of them knew. As the time went on, the humidity in the air rose. Harry's glasses started to fog up, he took them off, and wiped them off. But as he put them back on he looked over in Snapes' direction, it was then that Harry saw something in Snape he had never seen before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was sort of humane, and gentile.
I wish to dedicate this FanFic to my Friends in the Anime Corner who actually like Harry Potter and to my best friend Tammy.
It was dark outside when Harry was drawn to the Forbidden Forest. Drawn to it's beckoning. He had no clue to what or who it might be. When he reached the edge of the Forest. He was a little scared. But who could blame him? -he was thinking- He was almost killed at the age of one, and then attacked again when he was 11, but now it was different. He was 16. What would he not be able to deal with or handle when he was 15.
Well, there was one thing. One thing, that could bring everything down upon him. People today don't look at the good as much as they do the bad, and that could ruin everything. You see, from what you know, Harry's no normal boy. Not only is this true because he has a scar on his head and is famous, but because he's having an affair. Now this really isn't just any plain old affair young Harry's having. It's an Affair with his Potions Teacher, Severus Snape.
Now, I'm sure you think so far this Fanfic must be ludicrous and that you want to stop reading it, but hear me out. In the end, this'll make as much sense as de-weeding your lawn.
This Affair he has with Snape as only been lasting just over a year. They had met last summer a few times, when Harry to get away from home. On the night of the beginning of the affair, Harry was serving detention with Snape. The detention had gone straight into the night. The candles had been running low for a while and the humidity in the room was horrible and sticky. Snape had left the room to go and fetch more candles.
In the room, Harry couldn't stand the heat. He had taken off his robe and shirt. The fire under his cauldron was heating up the room even faster. When Snape walked back in. he too felt the heat even more, coming from a cool storage room. He also took off his heavy black robe. Snape sat down on his desk and started scribbling down a note on some parchment. Harry looks up from his potion brewing and sat there watching Snape intensely. Snape looks up from his note and notices Harry watching him.
"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?"
"No, thank you, Professor" Harry replied quickly, and then went back to his potion.
They sat there quietly, listening, for what. Neither of them knew. As the time went on, the humidity in the air rose. Harry's glasses started to fog up, he took them off, and wiped them off. But as he put them back on he looked over in Snapes' direction, it was then that Harry saw something in Snape he had never seen before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was sort of humane, and gentile.
