Miss Potter by Rachlan
Dislaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the following characters.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy this new piece of fiction!
From Chapter 1
In response, Albus merely waved his wand, conjuring a pot of tea and a cup for himself. He started humming a jaunty little tune as Harry exited the kitchen and trudged up the stairs.
End Dumbledore POV
Now on with the show!
Chapter 2
Harry grumbled under his breath as he re-entered his small bedroom. He never wanted to return to Grimmauld Place! The place had too many memories of- Harry couldn't even think the name of his now (gulp) dead godfather. Oh, how he missed that man! Harry had only known the animagus for a short time- 'too short,' his mind shouted at him- but he had loved him like a father. The thought of- 'just say it,' he told himself- Sirius made his heart clench painfully. Sirius had died because of his foolish "saving people" thing. He growled again, determined not to dwell on it because that was the only thing he had done these last few weeks- think about it over and over again. His dreams- rather, nightmares- made him remember the fiasco in the Veil Chamber.
Wishing he could howl with grief and anger at the situation, Harry began throwing things pell-mell into his trunk: clothes, books, everything that he needed at Hogwarts. Hedwig's cage sat empty; she had flown off several days ago to hunt and had not yet returned. He was vaguely worried about her and hoped she was okay. He threw the last few things in- his photo album and his invisibility cloak- grabbed his wand (he stuffed it in his back pocket, disregarding Moody's warning from the year before) and shut his trunk. Carrying Hedwig's cage and dragging his trunk, Harry reluctantly headed downstairs to face Dumbledore and the trip to the oh- so depressing HQ.
Snape POV
Severus was sitting at the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place when he heard the door creak open. He looked up from the Daily Prophet he was reading to see the headmaster standing there with a girl he had never seen before. He promptly laid the paper down, stood and headed to greet his boss and the mystery girl. When the girl raised her astonishingly green eyes to his, he gasped. 'Potter!' he thought incredulously. 'How-' His thoughts were interrupted by the old wizard's voice. "As you can see, Severus, Harry is in a rather shall we say... interesting... predicament... and I sincerely hope that you will help him out if he needs your assistance.
Albus turned to the-'pretty,' his mind insisted- girl who was Harry Potter and spoke softly. "Harry, you and Severus will be alone here for the next three weeks." He held up his hands at the boy's sudden outburst and the teen quieted. "The next three weeks," he repeated, "until I return from my vacation. I only ask that you two attempt to get along and are alive when I return. If you need anything, firecall Minerva. However, she will be extremely busy resetting the wards, so only call her if it is an emergency. Now, if there's nothing else..."
With that, the old wizard headed back out the door. Harry and Severus followed, looking bewildered. As soon as the old wizard stepped outside the door, he transfigured his wizarding robes into an outrageously bright Hawaiian shirt and shorts and disappeared. The two remaining wizards were left standing at the doorway of Grimmauld Place with their mouths hanging open.
Severus stared at the place where the crazy old man had stood, trying to get the image of the Headmaster's white legs out of his mind. It wasn't working. He shuddered and shook his head. "Well Potter? Are you going to stand here all day?" he growled at the boy who had a girl's body. 'I am not looking, I am not looking.' He repeated this mantra in his head over and over but it wasn't working either. This was Potter after all! 'But he doesn't look the same!' his mind insisted. "Enough!" Oops, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Oh well. "Get in now, Potter, before someone sees us!"
End Snape POV
Harry glared at him and swiftly entered the dreary house, still dragging his trunk. Ignoring his teacher, he carried his trunk and his owl's cage up the stairs and into the nearest room. Unfortunately, the room he stepped into was Sirius'. It was one thing too many on top of a bunch of other crap things that had happened on his birthday. He gave into his earlier desire and positively screeched in pain and agony. He sank to the floor in front of the bed and started to sob.
Snape POV
Severus stared in confusion as Harry raced up the stairs- well, as fast as he could with the awkward trunk, that is. He himself ran up the stair when, moments later, he heard a loud scream.
He stopped by the first door he saw when he heard muffled cries coming from it. He cautiously opened the door and saw, to his surprise, his normally steadfast student was crying like a child. Severus felt something long- since dormant in him awaken and he knelt carefully before the boy-girl. He put his fingers under Harry's chin and lifted it so he could look in the teen's eyes. The usually- smooth face was streaked in tears and Severus felt his heart break. Without waiting for permission, the potions master took the child in his arms and held him close. Harry stiffened for a moment before relaxing in his teacher's arms and crying in earnest.
End Snape POV