DISCLAIMERS: I don't own anthing other than the plot. J.K. owns the characters and I just borrowed them to play with.
A/n: Re-posted 08/17/2013
italics = Thoughts
Chapter 9 – Severus and Harry
When Harry woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was that he was extremely comfy, lying in a soft bed and hugging a fluffy pillow. The second thing he noticed was the lack of pain. Surely after uncle's beating I should be hurting all over… so, how come NOTHING hurts? Tried to reason Harry. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't heard the door opening. He also didn't saw when the dark figured posted itself right in front of him.
"I know your awake." said a cold voice Harry recognized. Startled, Harry opened his eyes and sat on the bed, looking in the direction the voice came from, he found himself facing Snape's dark robes.
"I..." but Harry didn't know what to say to his professor. He could still remember how he said he would never go and live with the man willingly. He could also remember how he had asked awkwardly for Snape to take him home. Harry became red in shame, and looked to the floor, mute.
"If you're feeling well, breakfast will be served in twenty minutes" Snape's voice was so cold it burned Harry "call for Krunch, he'll show you the way."
And without further ado, Severus Snape left Harry alone in his room, feeling even worse than before. I knew nothing would change… his son or not, he only brought me here because Dumbledore made him.
It was a miserable Harry that changed clothes, putting on one of the huge shirts that once belonged to Dudley and trousers that need a piece of rope to keep it in place. Harry looked around for the first time. There wasn't much to look at, besides the bed there was a chest of drawers, a bedside table, a chair and a window. The walls were light green, and the furniture made of a dark wood. A green rug on the floor was the last touch of colour on the room.
Leaving the bedroom, Harry found himself in a dark corridor with a candle as the only source of light.
"Krunch?" called Harry.
"Master Harry Snape!" exclaimed the house elf, showing up in front of the boy "What can Krunch do for Master Harry Snape?"
"Er... Could you call me just Harry?" said Harry, it was extremely odd to be called Snape "and... could you show me where the breakfast will be served?"
"Of course, master Harry Snape! This way..."
WHOSSON####WHOSSON
Severus didn't know how to act. On one hand he had managed to bring Harry, his son, to the house he grew up in. On another hand, he now had a child that didn't trust him – with reason – in his care, and he simply didn't know how to act around his own son.
Severus was caught by surprise when Harry came in the kitchen, where breakfast was already served. He was so lost in his own mind, that he hadn't saw when Krunch had left his side to go and fetch the boy.
"I see you're feeling good enough to walk around the house." His voice was much more biting then he had intended, and he saw the boy tremble under his eyes, but the next second he thought he had imagined the shiver, seeing how Harry looked back at him defiantly, just like he did in class, challenging him. Severus just wasn't sure what he was being challenge about.
"Yes, sir. I'm great." said Harry still waiting at the door, just looking at Severus.
"Sit down." Severus tried to sound less severe, but he didn't thought he had succeeded.
Harry sat at the table, and they ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. When both had finished, Severus stood up and signed for Harry to do the same.
"Come. I'll show you the house."
There wasn't much to show. The kitchen was connected to the living room, and there, all walls were covered in book shelves, even the passage they had just used to go out of the kitchen. Severus showed Harry which books he should pull to open the passages, the one to the kitchen, the one to the second floor and the one to the basement, where Snape's potion lab was. And that was it. After showing Harry how the house worked, Severus looked the boy in his eyes and said:
"Breakfast is served at 8 o'clock every morning. If you're late, don't bother to come. The same rule applies for lunch and dinner, which are served at noon and 7 o'clock respectively." his voice was anything but pleasant, and showed no emotion "you are FORBIDDEN to go in my lab, unless I have specifically called for you or in case of an emergency. You can amuse yourself as you want during the day, but your homework MUST be done by the end of the month. You can lend any book you can reach with you own hands. Now, I have potions to make, have a nice day."
And with that, Severus turned his back on Harry, pulled the right book to go to his lab, and disappeared in the darkness without a glance on Harry's direction. He didn't saw Harry's reaction, but if he had dared look in the boy's direction he would have seen how much his dry words had hurt the boy.
If all he's going to do the whole summer is brew potions, why the hell did he wanted me here? Harry asked himself looks like being here will be as lonely as at the Dursleys...
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