Harry Potter and the Portents of Doom 10/?
Rated: R contains violence and hints of non-con. Slash of the HP/SS variety in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side. I will put appropriate warnings up when we get to the violent Death Eater scenes though. Please heed the warnings.
An Evening With Snape
Harry rushed through the corridors on the way to the dungeons knowing that he was already twenty minutes late and Professor Snape was liable to add more time to his detention the longer he was forced to wait. He finally came to Professor Snape's office door, which connected to his classroom, and after taking a moment to catch his breath knocked.
"Enter." Snape called from within sounding none too happy. Not that the Potion Master ever sounded excessively happy at the best of times, but at the moment he sounded scarily calm, which never meant anything good as far as Harry was concerned. Harry entered the room quietly closing the large door behind him. "So good of you to join me, Potter."
"Sir, I uh-" Snape raised a hand cutting him off as Harry attempted to explained, not knowing what he would have said anyways.
"I understand that a celebrity such as yourself must pander to your mindless fans, but you will not waste my valuable time in which to do it. Is that understood?"
Harry opened his mouth to snap at Snape when he noticed the dark fire present in the other man's eyes. For once he held his tongue and his temper, and merely nodded his head trying to look properly shameful. He wasn't altogether successful if Snape's darkening expression was anything to go by. The professor probably thought Harry was being facetious, when in fact he was being serious for once.
"Very well then. Since you were twenty-two minutes late we shall simply add them on to your detention. Follow me and do try not to knock anything over this time." Snape commented derisively as he walked through the door into his classroom. Without stopping he crossed the room and entered his storage room with Harry close behind. "I am sure that I do not have to tell you where ingredients are kept seeing as you are already well acquainted with this room."
It took Harry a moment to figure out what Snape was alluding to but when he did, Harry forgot his earlier timidity.
"I have never stolen from you and I don't appreciate you accusing me of things I haven't done."
"If I were to actually believe you Potter, then that would mean that you do know who stole from me both second and fourth year, wouldn't it?"
"I… don't have any idea what you're talking about." Harry lied straight faced, staring Snape in the eye and hoping that his professor would believe him. Severus Snape just continued to stare as Harry fidgeted nervously under his gaze before he turned back to the shelves. With a wave of his hand glass jars, tags and ingredients followed him out, floating through the air.
"Sit there." Snape ordered, gesturing to the small transfigured desk in front of his own in his office, placing the various supplies on its surface. "I would hope by sixth year you would know the names of these ingredients by sight. Label them accordingly and do not disturb my work."
"Yes sir." Harry answered softly and began working diligently.
The hours passed quietly as they both worked, for once the tension that was always a part of their interactions was noticeably absent. Harry let his arms rest for a moment, when they began to cramp from holding the quill for so long without a break. Harry looked around the room slowly, for once taking the time to look at his surroundings.
The last time Harry had been inside Snape's office had been to receive a detention, which was administered in the Potion Classroom. This time however, Harry looked around curiously. The room was surprisingly cozy with a well-lit fire in the hearth and bookcases lining the walls. Snape was immersed in grading papers and his quill scratched quietly, being the only noise in the background. Snape brushed a piece of hair behind his ear which had kept falling across the parchment, and only then noticed that Harry was silent and watching him work.
"Did I say you could stop?" Snape asked menacingly, smirking as Harry blushed and looked down after noticing his professor staring back. When Severus couldn't think to describe the look in those emerald green eyes he simply decided to ignore it.
"No sir."
"Well then get back to work."
Harry began labeling the jars that he had already filled with half a mind while the rest of him was debating what to do about Voldemort. Having declined the Headmasters help rather colorfully, Harry needed to prepare and research on his own. The first thing he needed to do was make sure that Tom couldn't pull him into his own head again. The longer he thought about it the more it reminded him of Occulmency. With that in mind he glanced up at Snape, unfortunately the Professor caught him staring once again.
"Mister Potter?" He asked darkly.
"Um… sir." Harry stumbled over his words before continuing resolutely, forcing the genuinely contrite part of him forward. "I wanted to ask you opinion on something, but first I wished to apologize for invading your privacy last year. I thought Dumbledore was hiding things from me and that perhaps you knew what it was. I didn't mean to spy."
Harry waited for Snape to scream at him or at least sneer, but Snape's face remained impassive. When it became obvious that Professor Snape had no intent to speak, Harry decided to take the chance and explain himself.
"The Occulmency last year didn't stick, but I realize that it's important to block out you own mind. The question I have is that is there any way to block out others?"
"Explain." Snape ordered shortly, reclining casually in his chair. Harry let out a relieved sigh, only then realizing the concern he felt. Harry went on to explain how Voldemort pulled his mind into his own, as well as Harry's lack of magic while there.
"The only reason I was able to escape at all was because Ron shook me awake."
"Hmm…let me look in my library for an answer to your predicament. May I suggest that Mister Weasley watch over you tonight as you sleep to make sure that if the Dark Lord strikes you can escape. I will speak to you further tomorrow. For tonight you are free to go." Snape replied looking excited at the prospect of solving the puzzle Harry put toward him. Harry smiled slightly as he made his way across the room. Detention that night went much better than he expected. Just as Harry had his hand on the door to leave however, Snape spoke.
"I am sure that Miss Granger's Veritaserum will be done correctly at least. So by the end of this month I will find out if you are indeed telling the truth about my missing potion supplies. After all I will always need a volunteer for a proper demonstration on its properties. Sleep well, Mister Potter."
With that rather ominous warning Snape swept through a door in the back of the room, leaving Harry alone and remembering never to underestimate his Potion Professor's malevolence again.
Rated: R contains violence and hints of non-con. Slash of the HP/SS variety in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side. I will put appropriate warnings up when we get to the violent Death Eater scenes though. Please heed the warnings.
An Evening With Snape
Harry rushed through the corridors on the way to the dungeons knowing that he was already twenty minutes late and Professor Snape was liable to add more time to his detention the longer he was forced to wait. He finally came to Professor Snape's office door, which connected to his classroom, and after taking a moment to catch his breath knocked.
"Enter." Snape called from within sounding none too happy. Not that the Potion Master ever sounded excessively happy at the best of times, but at the moment he sounded scarily calm, which never meant anything good as far as Harry was concerned. Harry entered the room quietly closing the large door behind him. "So good of you to join me, Potter."
"Sir, I uh-" Snape raised a hand cutting him off as Harry attempted to explained, not knowing what he would have said anyways.
"I understand that a celebrity such as yourself must pander to your mindless fans, but you will not waste my valuable time in which to do it. Is that understood?"
Harry opened his mouth to snap at Snape when he noticed the dark fire present in the other man's eyes. For once he held his tongue and his temper, and merely nodded his head trying to look properly shameful. He wasn't altogether successful if Snape's darkening expression was anything to go by. The professor probably thought Harry was being facetious, when in fact he was being serious for once.
"Very well then. Since you were twenty-two minutes late we shall simply add them on to your detention. Follow me and do try not to knock anything over this time." Snape commented derisively as he walked through the door into his classroom. Without stopping he crossed the room and entered his storage room with Harry close behind. "I am sure that I do not have to tell you where ingredients are kept seeing as you are already well acquainted with this room."
It took Harry a moment to figure out what Snape was alluding to but when he did, Harry forgot his earlier timidity.
"I have never stolen from you and I don't appreciate you accusing me of things I haven't done."
"If I were to actually believe you Potter, then that would mean that you do know who stole from me both second and fourth year, wouldn't it?"
"I… don't have any idea what you're talking about." Harry lied straight faced, staring Snape in the eye and hoping that his professor would believe him. Severus Snape just continued to stare as Harry fidgeted nervously under his gaze before he turned back to the shelves. With a wave of his hand glass jars, tags and ingredients followed him out, floating through the air.
"Sit there." Snape ordered, gesturing to the small transfigured desk in front of his own in his office, placing the various supplies on its surface. "I would hope by sixth year you would know the names of these ingredients by sight. Label them accordingly and do not disturb my work."
"Yes sir." Harry answered softly and began working diligently.
The hours passed quietly as they both worked, for once the tension that was always a part of their interactions was noticeably absent. Harry let his arms rest for a moment, when they began to cramp from holding the quill for so long without a break. Harry looked around the room slowly, for once taking the time to look at his surroundings.
The last time Harry had been inside Snape's office had been to receive a detention, which was administered in the Potion Classroom. This time however, Harry looked around curiously. The room was surprisingly cozy with a well-lit fire in the hearth and bookcases lining the walls. Snape was immersed in grading papers and his quill scratched quietly, being the only noise in the background. Snape brushed a piece of hair behind his ear which had kept falling across the parchment, and only then noticed that Harry was silent and watching him work.
"Did I say you could stop?" Snape asked menacingly, smirking as Harry blushed and looked down after noticing his professor staring back. When Severus couldn't think to describe the look in those emerald green eyes he simply decided to ignore it.
"No sir."
"Well then get back to work."
Harry began labeling the jars that he had already filled with half a mind while the rest of him was debating what to do about Voldemort. Having declined the Headmasters help rather colorfully, Harry needed to prepare and research on his own. The first thing he needed to do was make sure that Tom couldn't pull him into his own head again. The longer he thought about it the more it reminded him of Occulmency. With that in mind he glanced up at Snape, unfortunately the Professor caught him staring once again.
"Mister Potter?" He asked darkly.
"Um… sir." Harry stumbled over his words before continuing resolutely, forcing the genuinely contrite part of him forward. "I wanted to ask you opinion on something, but first I wished to apologize for invading your privacy last year. I thought Dumbledore was hiding things from me and that perhaps you knew what it was. I didn't mean to spy."
Harry waited for Snape to scream at him or at least sneer, but Snape's face remained impassive. When it became obvious that Professor Snape had no intent to speak, Harry decided to take the chance and explain himself.
"The Occulmency last year didn't stick, but I realize that it's important to block out you own mind. The question I have is that is there any way to block out others?"
"Explain." Snape ordered shortly, reclining casually in his chair. Harry let out a relieved sigh, only then realizing the concern he felt. Harry went on to explain how Voldemort pulled his mind into his own, as well as Harry's lack of magic while there.
"The only reason I was able to escape at all was because Ron shook me awake."
"Hmm…let me look in my library for an answer to your predicament. May I suggest that Mister Weasley watch over you tonight as you sleep to make sure that if the Dark Lord strikes you can escape. I will speak to you further tomorrow. For tonight you are free to go." Snape replied looking excited at the prospect of solving the puzzle Harry put toward him. Harry smiled slightly as he made his way across the room. Detention that night went much better than he expected. Just as Harry had his hand on the door to leave however, Snape spoke.
"I am sure that Miss Granger's Veritaserum will be done correctly at least. So by the end of this month I will find out if you are indeed telling the truth about my missing potion supplies. After all I will always need a volunteer for a proper demonstration on its properties. Sleep well, Mister Potter."
With that rather ominous warning Snape swept through a door in the back of the room, leaving Harry alone and remembering never to underestimate his Potion Professor's malevolence again.