Hi, I've got two comments:
1. I have a nasty habit of misspelling two names Azkaban, which I spell Azkhaban and Hogwarts, which I spell with a double "g". Why? I don't know I just do. I just want to say Sorry.
2. Part of the story will be very loosely based on books 4, 5, and 6. The key words are "very loosely based." So please humor me and don't be too surprised if some things are way off, it was done in purpose.
Thank you for the reviews. I read every single one.
Lastly but most importantly, Harry Potter and Co. belong to Rowling. (and I'm having to see a therapist about it)
Chapter 6. Meetings
Snape walked to his dungeons after the sorting ceremony. He had debated on not going to it but decided against it. The son of a bitch Dumbledore had practically ordered it plus the new DADA teacher was going to be announced as it turned out Snape was not surprised much when he heard Moody's name called. About time, Dumbledore got someone worthwhile for the post. Every professor except for Lupin has been a complete failure, thought Snape in disgust.
Snape had not been very hungry but stuck around for the whole meal. He watched Potter without seeming to do so and was a little disgusted to see the way the brat and his moronic friends looked at Dumbledore in obvious admiration. It almost made his stomach turn. Dumbledore seemed to bask in the glow of their glances. Enjoy it you old bastard next year it will be very different!
Snape had finally figured out how to protect Harry without the boy finding out. The answer had come to him as his meal appeared before him with a pop. Dobby, Dobby was the answer and it was with Dobby in mind that Snape took some very old passageways and ended up in the Kitchensof Hogwarts.
The kitchens were large and roomy and he soon found himself surrounded by elves that rushed to offer him a meal. Snape looked at them and did not see Dobby. He worried a little but the elf could be nowhere else. "I'm not here for food. I'm looking for Dobby." Snape said sidestepping the little creatures. The elves looked disappointed and then a voice was heard.
"Dobby's here Sir." Came a shout from the very back. The elf elbowed his way through the other elves and stopped in front of Snape a little frightened. Snape eyed the elf critically on his head he wore a multi colored sleeping cap and a pair of socks with atrocious combinations on his feet. The whole effect frayed on Snape's dark color taste.
Dobby had heard of Professor Snape from his previous Master and had even seen him visit Malfoy Manor on occasions, needless to say the elf was a little unnerved by the Wizard. He stood before Snape wringing his hands nervously and waited patiently, the other elves drifted back to their activities and soon it was just the two standing.
"Come with me. Oh and bring a slice of peach cobbler pie and some tea." Said Snape walking out before the Elf could say anything. All this planning had made him hungry.
"Yes sir!" Came the response as Dobby grabbed the instructed food and followed Snape through the passageway. Maybe the Wizard only wanted food, maybe.
Snape walked back to his rooms through a different passageway he looked back and saw the little elf carrying a whole pie and a tea tray. Elves went all out anytime someone made a request. They finally made it back and the little elf stood at the doorway in shy or was it frightened reluctance?
"Leave the tray on the table."
"Yes Sir." Answered Dobby anxiously and walked in placing the tray on the table. "Does Sir require anything else?" he asked backing out slowly.
"Yes, I do. You were acquainted with Potter the year before last, weren't you?" asked Snape serving himself a cup of tea and a slice of pie.
"Oh yes Harry freed Dobby! Dobby is very grateful to Harry Potter! Harry Potter is very kind to poor old Dobby!" stated the little elf. His eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Snape looked away revolted by such blind faith, it reminded him of Potter.
"Dobby you care about Harry, don't you?" asked Snape biting into his pie.
"Yes, Harry Potter is so good to Dobby. I want to be Harry's elf but Harry is too good and he says Dobby deserves to be free."
"Do you want to be free?" asked Snape
"Oh Yes! Free to serve Harry and his family for always. Dobby wants to help Harry be safe just like Harry helped Dobby but….."
"You want to be in the service of Harry's family but what…."
"Harry doesn't have a family and Harry is too young to accept Dobby and Harry doesn't think elves should…"
"Should serve in bond like elves do?" Snape finished. Technically Harry did have a family, his muggle relatives but elves were magical creatures and they would not bond to a family of non-magical people.
"YES!" Shouted Dobby miserably as he threw himself on the floor and began slamming his head on the floor. Snape winced but said nothing. Unlike Potter and Hermione, he knew some things were better left alone. After several minutes, the elf stopped and sat back his head wobbling from side to side dizzily.
"Dobby, Harry does have family and that family would like you to enter into their service for the sole purpose of taking care of him and his family."
"What!" Dobby could not believe it. Was it true? Dare he hope! The little elf's heart raced in anticipation but then he stopped himself.
Snape saw the little elf's face light up like a Christmas tree and dim suddenly. "What's wrong?" he asked sipping his tea.
"Dobby….Dobby…" the little elf tried to answer but he was unsure as to how to go about it. "Harry Potter does not…does not trust Professor Snape. Professor Snape maybe is not …not…not…." Dobby said backing away slowly from Snape.
"not telling the truth." Finished Snape for the elf. "Dobby I will give you proof of what I say but if what I say is true,willyouserve Harry and his magical Family for always. That is what you've always wanted, isn't it?"
"Yes, but Harry Potter doesn't want Dobby in bond." whispered Dobby sadly.
"Yes, well Harry doesn't always know what's good for him besides once bonded to his family I can guarantee that you will be able to help and care for him as you've always wanted to."
"Oh yes show Dobby proof of what you say. Please, please, please Professor Snape!" Dobby shouted desperately, his little hands pleading in front of him.
Snape almost smiled, this was the closest he'd ever come to feeling happy about anything. The loyalty of a house elf was incomparable. With Dobby helping, Snape would be able to keep Harry safe. Of course, Snape could get one of his elves to do the same but Harry trusted Dobby and felt affection for him and this would make a big difference.
Snape would make Dobby promise to keep this a secret of course. The elf would be of no use to Potter or himself if anyone knew he belonged to their house. Snape stood and with a wave of his wand released the bond from within himself, the magic glowed green and formed the face of Harry. Dobby looked from Snape to Harry's now fading face and unable to contain himself threw himself at Snape's legs. Snape's eyes shot upward and tolerated the display of emotion. Dobby clung to Snape as if his life depended on it and then with happy tears said the words he had dreamed of saying since the day Harry set him free.
"Dobby binds himself to the House of Harry Potter-Snape and Severus Snape-Potter and pledges his life, loyalty and obedience to them and their household. May Merlin strike me if I break this pledge." No house elf had ever broken such a pledge.
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Dobby sat near the Gryffindor Rooms waiting for Harry Potter. He saw his young Master approaching and readied himself. Master Snape had ordered him to seek Harry out and to cause him an injury, a minor one but one that would require healing potions, potions that Snape had especially prepared for Harry. Dobby would have to beat himself later for causing this injury. Master Snape had allowed him to do so, so long as it was done where Potter could not see since this would certainly cause Harry distress. He was also not allowed to call Harry Master nor was he allowed to tell anyone that he was bonded to the house of Snape-Potter as that might bring about problems for his two Masters. Dobby waited for Harry to turn on the stairs and counted fearfully one, two, three, and then heard a startled cry as his young Master slipped on the fourth step and fell to the bottom of the stairs.
Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor rooms caught up in his thoughts. The Headmaster seemed to have been interested in everything that had happened and had promptly asked Harry to sit down and have some tea with him when he had arrived to his office.
Harry had accepted the tea, and drunk it quickly. Dumbledore said there was nothing like to tea to relax you and he was right Harry had felt very relaxed and told him how the scar had bled and how he had felt pain and anger and how he had ached and had been unable to do anything about it. He talked non stop feeling the words rushing out of him he told Dumbledore how Mr. Moody had moved Ron, Hermione, and him to another compartment an hour after they had left the train station. He told him about Snape and couldn't help feeling oddly guilty about it. Harry had actually felt like stopping at one point but something in Dumbledore had made him want to say more and so Harry mentioned the arguments in the Forbidden Forest. He also told him how Snape had tried to comfort him after the first one, which made him blush. The Headmaster had said nothing but had given him a knowing look, which had made Harry uneasy. Dumbledore had offeredhim another cup of tea. Harry declined but Dumbledore had been iso nsistent that he took it but did not drink it. Instead, he used his napkin to soak up the tea as he feigned drinking it, a trick he had seen Dudley pull on his Aunt.
"Well Harry you have had a very long day but before you go I've got some final questions. Have you had any odd symptoms since last year, since the explosion?"
"No sir, well not really."
"Not really?"
"Well it's just that sometimes I feel really cold."
"Cold?"
"Yes and it's kind of strange cause it could be really hot and I still feel cold and sometimes I feel …."
"Feel what? Harry it could be important, please feel free to mention anything."
Harry was just about to tell him but he shut his mouth and for once listened to his little voice, which told him to keep this to himself. Harry looked at the Headmaster and shrugged his shoulders in feignedconfusion, and asked a question, instead.
"Do you think it has anything to do with the scar?"
"I think that everything is possible. I will definitely be looking into all of this carefully. Tomorrow the drawing for the Wizarding Tournament will be held so I will be very busy but if anything happens, you must immediately inform me of it. We must be ready when the time comes. Now tell me Professor Snape and you argued some…" Harry looked down and nodded. "You should try a little harder with the Professor, yes he can be difficult sometimes but he really is a learned Wizard and a powerful one too."
Harry listened and bit his tongue Dumbledore was really just too nice sometimes.
After talking, a little more Harry left the office and walked back to the Gryffindor room. Harry trusted Dumbledore but he had gotten the impression that Dumbledore had expected some of what had happened. Harry really could not describe it but the talk had left him a tiny bit unsure, of what he didn't know.
He had managed to make it through the sorting ceremony without falling asleep a definite miracle. He had seen the students from the other wizarding schools and had had a chance to talk to his friends it all seemed so exciting and if it hand't been for the attack on the train, and his aching body he would have enjoyed his first day at Hogwarts. His whole body ached and he wished he could go to the Medi-Witch and ask her for something for his injuries but he couldn't, she would report it to Dumbledore and Harry didn't want anyone finding out about his relatives treatment of him. He trusted Dumbledore but he didn't think he could stand it if the Headmaster found out how Harry couldn't even take care of himself.
He took the stairs still wrapped up in his thoughts, he was not holding on to the rail so when his foot stepped on the slippery stuff on the fourth step he found himself on his back. He closed his eyes achingly. Could anything else go wrong?
Dobby rushed to his Master.
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Wake up sir!"
Harry could hear a worried voice calling his name and he slowly opened his eyes and saw Dobby leaning over him.
"Harry Potter had an accident I'll get the Medi-witch."
"No! Don't, I'm ok."
"Harry needs help."
"Don't get Madame Pompfrey please. I'm ok," said Harry trying to get up.
"It's all Dobby's fault I was cleaning the steps. I'm sorry it's my fault"
"Dobby be quiet someone will hear you."
"Too late for that Mr. Potter." said a cold voice behind him. Harry cringed, of all the people to come along it had to be Fucking Snape!
"What happened here?"asked Snape ignoring the impulse to insult the brat after what he read in the boy's mind.
"It's all my fault Professor."
"No it's not Dobby, stop it." said Harry getting up painfully. Would this day never end!
"It's true! Harry is in pain because of me," wailed Dobby mournfully.
"Is that so? You know the penalty for an elf causing injury to a wizard."
"All my fault, bad Dobby, bad Dobby!" The elf cried throwing himself on the stone floor.
"Dobby don't do that please." said Harry limping over to Dobby.
"Sir it's not his fault it's...it's my fault." Pleaded Harry really worried for Dobby.
"ReallyPotter! How is it your fault?" asked Snape impatiently.
"I was distracted."
"Potter you're obviously injured come I'll escort you to the infirmary the Nurse will then report this incident of child abuse by an elf to The Ministry." On cue Dobby wailed. Snape looked at the elf and hoped he wouldn't over do it.
"Child abuse by an elf! Are you insane! Nothing happened! I wasn't abused!"
"Then how do you explain the bruises on your face. You need a thorough examination"
Snape had removed the glamorie spell from Potter. The boy was going to get mediacl attention and he was going to give it to him.
"I fell and hit myself on the stairs." Said Potter agitatedly. "look Professor please it was an accident. Really there's no need for it. The bruises will be gone soon. Dobby had nothing to do with it."
"If Dobby had nothing to do with this. Then who did Mr. Potter?
"I fell on the stairs and struck my face on the steps, but it was an accident!" Harry repeatedangrily. "Don't do this; it was just an accident, please." Harry pleaded. Snape was going to report this, was going to make Madame Pomfrey give him an examination, the glamorie was off. How was he supposed to explain all his injuries?
"Sir please." said Harry looking up at Snape as he patted Dobby on the head trying to comfort the now hiccupping elf.
"Very well Potter but you owe me. I shall not report this but you owe me."
"No, Harry does not owe the Professor. I do!" objected Dobby.
"You did not ask the favor." Said Snape ignoring Dobby and fixing his stare on Harry. Harry bit his lip but did not look away.
"Come with me both of you." Harry and Dobby looked at each other and then followed Snape to the dungeons.
Thanks to Dobby who distracted Harry at just the right moments Snape was able to give the boy a diagnostic examination without him noticing.The Professor hid his reaction as he became aware of the extent of Harry's imjuries. Someone haddone quite a job on the boy and that someone was going to bleed for it.He began handing the boy the necessary potions, "this if for the bruising, and this is for the pain, and this is something for the headache you will most likely have tomorrow, and this is for any abrasion you may have underneath your clothes." Harry took the potions looking at them suspiciously.
Snape did not miss the look. "What now?"
"Why the potions?"
"You're definitely not the brightest light on the Christmas tree, are you? How will you explain the bruises Potter, you were playing with a bludger in the stairs at eleven o'clock at night. Mr. Potter you cannot lie to save your life let alone any one else's. Just take the Potions and shut up!"
"Thank you then."
"Don't thank me Potter you owe me and I shall expect payment one day. Now get the hell out, both of you!"
"I MAY OWE YOU BUT DON'T THINK I'LL ALLOW YOU TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS." Shouted Harry furiously.
"You Mr. Potter are an ungrateful little brat. You climbed up onto the slaughter table so don't think I'll let an opportunity like that go by. Never give those you do not trust power over you and expect them not to use it. You have a lot to learn."
"Maybe Snape but you won't be the one doing the teaching."
"Professor Snape you arrogant little shit. Now get the fuck out of my dungeons."
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Harry walked out of the dungeons with Dobby in tow. He swore Snape's name all the way to the Gryffindor rooms and never noticed how poor Dobby cringed every time he spit out another obscenity at the Potions Master.
Before Harry got to his rooms, he turned to Dobby and bid him a good night promising to take all the potions and to see him tomorrow after breakfast.
Once inside Harry was struck again by a strong sense of loneliness. What was it with him feeling alone all the time! Exasperatedly he put the potions on his bed. Ron sleeping already; candy wrappers littered his bed. His other roommates were all sleeping as well, which made Harry sigh in relief. He took the potions and felt the pain disappearing. He then took the cream Snape had given him and moved to the bathroom where he put it on.
Harry went to bed; a thousand percent better but he still he still felt lonely. He tried to snap out of it but couldn't. He was almost in tears when he remembered how Snape had held him in the Forbidden Forest. Immediately and much to his disgusted surprise that memeory comforted him and the loneliness disappeared from his mind and he finally fell asleep.
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It was 9 o' clock and while the majority of the students still slept Snape walked to the Headmaster's office. Snape knew what was coming and had prepared himself for it. Albus and Dark Lord had very similar questioning methods and Snape had experienced both. Today would not be a good day. Thank Merlin it was Saturday. He would have a day to recuperate.
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Snape neared the stairs and after giving the password, he opened the door. Albus stood by his desk waiting patiently a sick smile on his face. Snape braced himself as he was struck by three different curses, they did not kill him, and that was the idea.
Snape felt the pain coursing through his body and tried hard not to scream out. Albus was relentless and kept the curses on him even after the Potions Master passed out. Snape lay on the rug in front of the Headmaster's desk his limbs shaking as the remains of the curses traveled through his body.
Albus sat down and served himself a cup of tea as he waited for Snape to wake up. It would be a long morning. The Tournament drawing was not until noon so they had a good three hours for their chat. He had not had to discipline Severus in almost eleven years and it saddened him. He did feel some affection for the man, but like all wayward children, he needed to be brought back and if talking didn't accomplish it then so be it. Snape had been ordered to keep Harry safe not to go take him to the Forbidden Forest. Really! Severus was just too independent sometimes. Soon he'd be making decisions all by himself when it came to Harry and Albus was not about to put up with that.
Severus would continue in the service of the light but he needed to know that Albus was in charge. It was he who had seen the potential of the Potions accident not Snape. The man had to be straightened out and he had three hours to do it, no time to lose thought Albus putting his cup down and walking around his desk.
"Enervate!"
Snape opened his eyes immediately and winced in pain. The bastard had cursed him.
"You're awake I see. Good now we can chat." Said Albus moving back behind his desk "Well what do you have to say Severus?" asked the Headmaster pleasantly.
"You ordered me to keep him safe." Answered Severus getting up painfully.
"Not in the Forbidden Forest." reprimanded Albus wagging a finger in front of Severus and casting another torture spell. Severus was knocked to floor again.
Albus poured Severus a cup of tea and when he saw Severus getting up pushed it in front of the man. Severus did not drink the tea and Albus smiled amused by his reluctance. "I want you to get closer to Potter and report how his powers are maturing." said the Headmaster watching Severus closely as he sat on down.
"He doesn't trust me," this answer angered the Headmaster and he struck Snape again knocking the Potions Master chair and all to the floor. Snape lay cursing Albus, Voldermort, Longbottom and his own stupidity for having gotten him into this position.
"With the bond in place you are the only who can nurture and ground his powers so you will have to work harder on the trust issue. You are a Slytherin after all. I want his powers grounded as soon as possible, wouldn't do to have another Voldermort, now would it? Severus I would like to think that I have your cooperation in this, I doubt that the Ministry might approve of Harry Potter being bonded to an ex-Death Eater especially if I were to withdraw mysupport forand protection ofyou." The Headmaster said with a maniacal twinkle in his eye.
"I thought the bond could not be broken."
"You going to Azkaban would not break the bond," answered Albus before he cast another torture spell. After a couple of minutes, he lifted the curse. "Severus I have a Tournament to worry about so let's get a couple of things clear. Severus I'm talking to you." said the Headmaster raising his voice when the Potions Master did not respond.
"Yes Headmaster" answered Snape getting upagain. Why even bother he wondered. The son of a bitch will just haveme onmy back again. He had forgotten how truly dememented the Headmaster became when he felt challenged.
"Who's in charge?"
"You are." Came the exhausted response.
"Who gives the orders?"
"You"
"Who follows orders?
"Me"
"Good. I want Harry to come into his magic before he turns sixteen, do what you have to do. I want you to gain his trust. I want you to ground his powers after the destruction of the Dark Lord. I want your obedience and his. And that's all I want." The Headmaster finished raising his arms above his head.
Snape leaned on the desk and met the Headmaster's eyes. The son of a bitch as actually smiling like a mad elf. Snape only nodded tiredly.
"Good now tell me exactly what happened in the Forbidden Forest?"
Snape groaned and braced himself for the longest morningof his life asAlbus cast another torture spell.
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Dobby waited completely torn inside for Harry Potter. Master Snape had told him go and keep an eye on Harry and Dobby had obeyed readily, but an hour ago, the little elf had felt Master Snape's distress through his bond to the family.
Dobby had wanted to go to Master Snape but he had to wait for Harryto make sure he was all right first.
Dobby felt completely miserable but obeyed as he had promised to. He would check up on Master Harry and then he would go and seeMaster Snape.
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