As I have said to post a chapter today and here it is! :D
As to inform you all, the Snarry will begin in chapter 12. I hope that will be more rewarding and exciting to look forward to for some of you.
"Ah, Harry, my boy, do you mind I come in?" The headmaster asked.
Harry picked up his head and turned to seeing the green glowing fire in his fireplace. He was reading and closed his book. He set them aside and stood up.
"Sure, sir. Come in." Harry smiled.
Albus nodded and walked into the room as he floo through. He greeted the boy with a gentle smile.
"How are you doing, Harry?" The elder asked.
The savior nodded, "Well, sir. I'm surprised to see you up, though. Is something on your mind?"
Albus chuckled, "I was reviewing over my orbs and find that Severus hasn't slept until one in the morning. Now, what did you do to him, my boy? Kiss him already?" He hummed.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I wish, but you know I cannot move too fast. He learned the beginning hunt story, but I think it was too much for him. I suppose I will have to hold off the story for a little while on him."
Albus nodded and walked around the room. Harry walked over to his kitchen and brewed a tea.
"Tea, Albus?" The emerald eyes focused on stirring.
"Yes please, my boy. Two sugar cubes and no milk." He told him.
Harry nodded and did the same for the man, "Here you go," He turned around and handed it to him, "I hope his staying up this late is good; I don't want my hard work to fail."
Dumbledore nodded and sipped a bit of tea, "Give him time. Severus is not used to social with you, especially when you came back. Despite the circumstances, he needs to know before it does itself."
Harry closed his emerald eyes and softly tsk'ing to sigh. He knew the headmaster was accurate. He was always right.
"I know, but I've got time. Right now, the rest of the death eaters needed to be stop before I could deal with Severus."
Albus lowered his teacup, "What of Severus? Is it?"
"Yes, it's removed. I had to do it or it would not work out well for either of us. You know how vicious that side is. I'm only doing this to protect, Albus…I-I…"
"I know, Harry. Mr. Malfoy told me that his wife was no longer his' because he becomes Mr. Lupin's."
Harry blinked, "That was rather fast. How is Remus handling this?"
"He's adjusting. However, his half was pleased for a change. He said he had a great difficulty with his other half."
Harry had been processing the information and nodded. He finished his tea and set it on the counter. He walked over across the room to gather another black book. He knew what this has known for and opened it to certain pages.
"Severus is different, I will admit. The only way to draw him closer was by gaining him to the story I have been through for four years. He is too curious for his own good, but it does benefit me." He hummed for satisfied reasons, "I hope he does not cause too much trouble. It would not look pretty if there is."
Albus nodded, "If you give him to understand the whole purposes, but I sensed you tricked him into making a sleep potion," The man had asked.
Harry smirked, "False stories drove him to it, but I did not think he would be this sudden. It will benefit me in the long run, if he does not cooperate by those times."
They kept in silent and Harry walked over to him closely. His emerald eyes reading everything down from the book and handed it over to the headmaster.
"I've got ninety-three days left until the time is up. Otherwise, I will not have an option with him." Harry sighed and sat down on his couch's arm.
The blue eyes understood, "At least you are familiar with this instead of the last minute. It is common that many would not know and cause themselves into a greater mess, my dear boy." His head picked up, "How many death eaters do you have left to go?"
"Thirteen. I'm going to track down five and see if I get them all on Saturday."
"What will you possibly be doing to them, Harry?"
Harry kept quiet. He did not dare to tell the man, he had already killed some, especially Bellatrix. He only told him either to remove the mark or something else. He left the man to his imagination for now. Professor Dumbledore knew better and went along to his assumptions.
"Depends on who." His emerald eyes darkened, "But I will not let them get in the way." His teeth gritted.
"Humanity, Potter, don't forget your humanity." The man told him.
The savior nodded, "I know." His eyes remained dark, "Is that all, sir?"
Albus feared for the chosen boy, yet, it was too late before he could ever find out the truth. He chose to respect the boy and went along what was best, especially Severus forcibly dragged into this.
"Keep me informed if anything at all, but for now, don't allow him to be staying up any longer than necessary. Severus needs his hours to sleep, but he will be quite cranky today." Albus warned.
Harry smirked, "Good. If he's cranky, that will work out for me."
The headmaster shook his head at the Gryffindor man and sighed disappointedly. He thought Harry would be better than this, yet, he allowed the whole to go on personal training. In the end, it saved more lives for all its worth.
"Do not stir too much trouble or people will wonder if you are him or the next ones." Albus added in.
Harry chuckled darkly, "Don't worry, you know I won't be him. I know what will happen to me if I go to the dark side. Besides, I like being myself." He smirked…where one should be prepared to keep them safe.
The headmaster shook his head and walked out the door. He strolled down to the hallway. Harry glanced at the time and noted it was time to be ready for breakfast. It had made sense, and he needed to be sure his lessons were checked over for now. He knew what he was doing, and he's confident on everything.
For now, his students have to come first for today for the latter plans.
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The long curtain of hair snapped at the person next to him who is chewing 'loudly'. It was annoying him to no ends.
"Minerva, do you mind?" He sneered.
Her brow rose, "Is something wrong?"
"Yes," He muttered.
She had realized how cranky he seems to be today. He was annoyed, even after his usual tea drinks, and quite a sour mood for a man.
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," She hummed, "Is something in particular bothering you?"
He chose not to believe her otherwise, "Yes," He scoffed, "If only that Potter brat could go back to his isolation he came from."
The house of Gryffindor nodded slowly, "Ah, I'm sure it is not that bad for his return. It's only been day two."
The onyx eyes narrowed at her. He was too annoyed with everything going on. These students were being annoying, the people's cheeriness, no one is getting their assignments done on time, and comments about anything were pointless and annoying. The laughter was nothing to his amusement. He groaned bitterly about it and glared at everyone within his range.
"Says you, woman." He blankly pointed.
Her eyes rolled, "He is not who we used to remember, Severus."
He scowled, "Obviously, but he still contains his usual self. I do see the same student he once was." He roughly pointed out.
"I highly doubt that, Severus," She chuckled.
He lightly growled at her, "You're just like him."
Severus stood up and disappeared from the staff table. Minerva shook her head and-
"-don't make him leave the table in a middle of dinner." Harry's voice whispered behind her.
She jolted from her seat and turned her head up, "Oh, Harry, you scared me there. And why would that matters?"
"His plate…he hasn't touched a thing."
She sighed, "I believe he is capable of feeding himself, he does this numerous of times. Why are you concern?"
Harry scoffed, "You're blind. He's skinnier than I used to be. Thanks to you, I have to make sure he eats."
She turned to face him, but the professor of DADA was no longer there. She has suspected that Harry must have similar disappearing act like Severus'. His words left a small impact on her part and wondered if this was more than fancying Severus. She returned to eating her dinner and held a conversation with the charm professor.
Harry took a short cut to pinpoint where Severus may be going this time. Dumbledore was correct…the man is cranky, especially lack of sleep. He finally figured out where Severus was heading and took the opposite end of the hallway and walked down where the professor of potion walked forwardly down the hallway.
He blatantly ignored Potter, much to his mood, and that was a good sign for the savior to be involved. Harry stopped after being passed by and turned around.
"Snape?" Harry called out.
The man kept walking down the path and had literally ignored Potter in vain. The emerald eyes narrowed at him and thought to teach him to pay attention. He pulled out his wand and trap Severus with the pro-shield. Severus collided into the shield and backed up a few inches to see what had stopped him. The onyx eyes narrowed down and observed what had stopped him.
"Snape, are you alright?" Harry walked up to him, "You seemed like having a bad day."
Severus scoffed, "Finally, someone has an obvious notice." He sarcastically told him.
The savior hummed darkly, "Come on, my quarter isn't far from here. A peace and quiet will make your day better."
The potion master scowled at him dramatically, and Harry took this into no needs of consideration of his expression. He viciously glared at the man-who-lived.
"I am afraid not this time, Potter. You are gathering my last nerves right now. Remove this ridiculous trap of yours!" He gritted his teeth.
Harry was amused to his behavior, liking this more than ever, "Come on, peace and quiet in my quarter. I promise there will be no sound or anyone in your way."
Severus started to find this was beginning to be impossible and difficulty to gain his way. He held his breathe and waited to see what would be of them.
"Fine, now released me this instantly!" He fussed up a bit.
Potter nodded, tapped his wand on the shield, and sudden room altering, "Alright. You're released and in my quarter," He smirked, "Sometimes, the pro-shield spell has its advantages for me."
The potion master observed everything and noted that Potter was right. He kept that silent and walked around like an animal in a cage. Harry watched him and knowing the stress and lack of sleep were affecting him personally. He ought to do something about that right now. Harry silently walked up from the side of the elder and placed his hands onto his shoulders.
"Why don't you nap? I'll have Krecher make dinner for us, and it will be here in half an hour." He hummed curiously, enjoying the crankiness Severus.
"There is no way I am going to sleep in that bed of yours." He sneered.
Harry chuckled, "But I promise you will feel much better. Pretend it's your bed. I mean, I hardly use that bed and might as well let you use it anyway."
Severus ignored him and walked over to the couch. He sat down there, and Harry began to be quite amused here. He managed to get behind Severus and leaned in closely.
"If you don't attempt a half an hour nap, I will use the sleep spell on you." He whispered.
He blinked, "You possibly mean that you could have sleep with a spell?"
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, "A spell did not help me. I've tried numerous kinds of spells to get myself to sleep. However, your potion might help. I do not want to test it out yet until there is a day I will need it."
The professor shook his head, "Still, no. I am not napping."
"There will be absolutely no one to come in here. Not a single sound other than breathing. Come on, peace and quiet are my offering today." He slowly drew out his wand, "Or forcing you to nap half an hour is going to happen," He hummed.
Severus disliked the boy more than ever. He got up and headed over to the bed. He stared at it for a moment and seeing how neat it was. The former Gryffindor was pleased to see that going. Harry picked up a book and sat down while waiting for the man to help himself sleep. He finally sat on the bed now.
The house of Slytherin found himself comfortable and falling asleep in matter of seconds. His head up against the pillows, his body under the blankets, and the breathing slowed down a bit to relax. Harry was pleased. He picked up his wand and cast a charm to prevent anyone to come into his quarter, especially the floo network or fire calling. His back had had leaned into the couch and reads something in his very book. Despite the fact, all those books he had the cover in total black.
…
Harry knew half an hour was up and decided to give the man one more minute. He already wrote to his house elf to make dinner. It only took a minute, and that's when it signaled him to wake up the man. He walked over to the elder and knelt down to the man's face quietly. Of course, if anyone to hear where he is would need to focus on his soft breathing.
"Snape, wake up. Dinner is ready." He grinned darkly.
The onyx eyes snapped open to see the young man in front of him. He no longer felt anything, yet, more refreshed this time. Everything did feel much at peace for him almost, only the Gryffindor was in front of him.
"I had better hoped you have a good reason for dragging me here, Potter." Severus spat.
Harry nodded, "Yes, because I'm sure you'd like to hear more of the rest of the story."
"Should I not earn it first," The question tone rose in his voice.
The savior agreed, "Yes, but you are going to have a dinner with me. I will not starve my well-trusted listener."
"How do you know I have already eaten?"
"Your stomach is growling right now," He pointed at the simple grumbling sound.
Often, Severus knew others would have not heard that until Harry did. No one has cared for his eating habits. They let him be most of the times.
"Fine," The man sighed.
The Gryffindor smirked to his success and picked up the plates from the counter. His house elf made spaghetti for them, and he sat down next to Severus on the bed. Suddenly, a sharp pain came through as the plate fell out of Harry's hands. His hands clenched his head and groaned at the pain his body is causing.
His body collapsed onto the ground and trying to handle such pain. Severus gasped and could not comprehend what was happening. He suddenly set aside the plate on the bed and assisted the boy immediately. The savior screamed in uttering pain and could not focus.
"Potter! What is going on?" He demanded to know out of instinct as a professor.
Harry, groaned, "T-te-" His voice was struggling to speak up, "-a-t-t-tea." He desperately begged for.
Severus blinked and stared at the young man. Wondering why would he want tea? Harry had continued to scream for more, yet, no one could hear them due to his spell.
"Tea?" Severus questioned him.
Harry choked on pain and no longer hearing the man right now. Severus decided to go along with this and stood up. He rushed over to the kitchen and found nothing but herbal tea. He arranged it quickly as possible – not knowing if hot or cold tea is mattered at all. He rushed over and knelt down. He lifted the Gryffindor's chin up and slipped in the tea through his lips.
Harry was almost child-looking in this phase and gulping down his tea. His body was starting to relax, no longer in a seizure form, and he could breathe again. He was laying on the floor and taking in more tea. It had seemed like gone down for an hour, but Severus was giving him more tea. In a way, Harry watched him with comforts and found himself…pleased he was not alone this time.
Once the teacup was empty, Severus set it aside and sighed to his relieved at the fact it was over. He sat down on his knees and looked at the savior calming down now. He was simply curious why this had happened.
"Let me guess, the dark lord had returned?" He hummed.
Harry scuffed, "No. I killed him; he can't come back ever again." He found himself rather a bit displeased to the situation, "Those were the consequences when I do not drink tea every four to six hours. This is what happens when I cannot sleep."
The professor had not one clued what to expect from the Gryffindor, especially they hadn't socialized years ago like this, and it was unusual for him. Harry was naturally used to this and dragged Severus involved for everything. How could have he be so attempted to kiss a man right now?
"How many hours ago was this, Potter, that you have not drunk your tea?" The onyx eyes narrowed at him.
Harry wanted him now, but he knew better to avoid messing up. He sat up, allowed his right knee up, and rested his right arm on his knee for strength to sit up. Somehow, he smirked at the man for paying attention too well.
"Six hours earlier. If it was four hours ago, I would be capable of handle the pain. If it was five hours ago, I'd be able to talk and deal with pain, but won't move. Six hours is what you witnessed. It would take half an hour for the headache to go away, but my balance would be off for two hours. What you did is save me the trouble to go through that again." He shrugged, "Thanks anyway."
Harry glanced around and noted his spaghetti dinner splattered on the floor. He chuckled darkly about it, and Severus was not pleased to hear that.
"Are you certain of not becoming of you-know-who again?" Severus questioned him.
"I'm sure. Now, the story after Bellatrix's death is part much interesting for you." He hummed.
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