a/n to the reviewers:
Zardiphillian Beryllix - I'm slightly dislexic, truth be told, so
blame my miss-spellings on that. Thanx for pointing it out to me, or I
never would have noticed.
Magus - I'll give an explination for that later - right now, he's
supposed to be.
nell-and-paru - thanks for reviewing so many times. Your the
one who noted the formatting problem. Do you know how to fix it? I
use a notepad text file. No way around it as far as I know because its
the only way ff.n will let me upload. I don't have word.
Legacy Lady - I'll try to remember to tell you when I update-I'll
send an e-mail. I'll try to update on fridays. Oh, and thanks for the
compliment! A sensational job, Honestly. ::blushes furiously:: Thank
you a ton!
PVipertooth - not really. He shakes it off and compliments him
on it in his own odd way.
To all reviewers - Thanks for the encouragement. This is
allready more reviews then I thought I'd get, so, I'll continue, don't
worry. I also don't mind constructive criticism, and if you have any
ideas, I'll see if I can work them into the story.
a/n2: this is my first true fic. I would appreciate any and all reviews.
this is a response to severitus's challenge.
disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, never will. don't sue
Chapter 10: The release
Severus heard a dull thunk as something hit the floor. He
wanted to respect the boy's privacy, but it sounded as though he had
passed out and landed on the floor. Pushing aside the thoughts, he
waded in, only to have his suspicions confirmed. The boy was laying
on the floor, spread eagle, and a large knot on the side of his head
where it had made contact with the floor.
Snape carefully rolled the boy over and healed the knot on his
head, stood up, took a step back, then whispered, "Enerviate." Potter
pushed himself up from the floor, looking rather dazed and distant.
He grabbed the sink like a life line and looked around. His eyes
landed on a black blob that he strongly suspected was Snape. He
also noted that it was moving, not that it ment much, because
everything else was, too.
Snape looked at Potter. The boy was a mess, physically and
mentaly. Currently, he looked ashamed and sick. He also looked like
he would colapse again at any minute. Snape walked cautiously over
to the boy and tentively place a hand on his shoulder to help support
him. He flinched under the touch, but soon leaned against the
potions master for the much needed support.
Snape soon steered the shaking boy back to his bed, where he
sat down, wincing, and appologized to him for being so weak.
"Don't appologize for nothing. It makes one's character seem
weak. And you have a strong character." He admonished.
Harry blushed and closed his eyes. It was the closest thing that
he had ever gotten to a compliment from the man. "Thank you, sir,
for the compliment." He finaly responded, and went back to sleep.
********************************************************************************
Later that day, Snape was told the following, "The boy is to go
with you now, and you are to feed him, and take care of him. He is a
little weak yet, let him rest as he needs it, for the first few days, and
get him some decent clothes.
Now off you go. Have fun. And if either of you are found in my
infirmary due to something you have done to each other, I'll not mend
your problems. You have been warned. Keep in mind that I will also
be gone for the rest of this summer." Madam Pomfrey stated, as she
shooed them out of the infirmary.
He glanced at the boy. He still had not lost the distant, lost look
yet. "Well come on Potter, we haven't got all day. You should be
strong enough to walk to my quarters, where you will be staying. Do
you have your wand? You will need it to get into my room."
He shook his head, leaving his eyes less clouded but more
skiddish looking. He glanced around, while walking, then answered a
few minutes later.
"I have my wand sir. How much farther is it?" Harry wondered,
as they had been walking in the dungeon for far to long in his opinion.
"It's right here. Are you watching? I will only show you how to
open the statue one time, so pay attention." Snape sneered. He
waved his wand around the statues head, then touched a hand and
whispered the password.
Harry stood in awe at the room he was about to enter. It was as
big as the Gryffindor common room, but done in blue and green
furnishings. There was a huge fireplace across from the door, and a
dark green sofa in front of that, with end tables and recliners. Above
the mantle was a picture of Isis, an Egyptian goddess. On the left
wall, there was a door made of mahogany and a gigantic book shelf
with tons of wizard books. On the right wall was two other doors,
another bookshelf, and a picture of a Veela.
"Don't just stand there. Come in. The door on the left is your
room. It has an adjoining bathroom. The 2 doors on the right are
mine. The one on the left of the book case is my room and the one
on the right is my lab. We eat our meals in here at 7, 12, and 6. If
you want food, come out at those times. Also, feel free to look at my
books. You may even be able to bring up your abysmal potions
grade." Snape sneered. It was true that he had bad potions marks,
but only because he gave them to the Potter boy. He had a head for
potions, and was second best in his year. His friend, Granger, was
first.
Harry stepped into the living quarters. The floor was hard oak,
and beautifully polished. It had carpets in places, like under the
furniture and leading to each doorway. It was dark blue with red
designs. Not looking where he was going, he tripped over his own
feet and slammed into the professor, then fell to the floor.
"Clumsy ox. Watch where your going, and maybe you won't
end up like you did." Snape spat acidly, but when he saw Harry scoot
back away from him, he almost immediately regretted it. The boy, he
realized, was thinking he was going to get beaten. Then he realized
something else. He had no glasses on. Boy, he thought, how could
have I not realized that. That would account for his running into me, I
guess.
"Potter, stop behaving like a three year old. I won't hit you.
Where are your glasses? Don't you need them?" Snape inquired.
"My glasses are . . . are . . . they're broken. Yes I do need them.
But unless you can make a pair out of something else, I'll have to
make do." Harry answered bitterly, then added, "If you can do
glasses, can you do robes, or at least make these ragged things fit
me? I'm rather lacking in the wizarding supplies department."
"No, I can't make glasses. What do you mean by rather lacking
in the wizarding supplies department? You don't mean that the
muggles did something to them, do you?"
"Did something indeed. They burned my trunk of supplies and
turned my clothes to rags for dusting. I believe they may have burned
my invisibility cloak and picture album, too." Harry answered glumly.
A tear threatened to appear in his eye. Harry, afraid to show
emotions, tried to hide it, but couldn't. So he decided to say he was
tired and hobbled to bed.
"Potter . . ." Snape started, but Harry, who was supposedly Iron
Man, ran from the room, escaping the interrogation.
This made Snape wonder. What have I done to upset him
now?
You haven't done anything. It was the photo album and the
cloak, he answered himself
Oh. Damn it. How can I fix that? he wondered again.
You can't. Try to comfort him, and ask him if you can help, and
if he doesn't want to talk about it, ask again later. He answered
himself again.
Oh shut up you goody goody. I won't offer help if he doesn't
ask for it. He silently answered again, but went after the boy anyway.
Zardiphillian Beryllix - I'm slightly dislexic, truth be told, so
blame my miss-spellings on that. Thanx for pointing it out to me, or I
never would have noticed.
Magus - I'll give an explination for that later - right now, he's
supposed to be.
nell-and-paru - thanks for reviewing so many times. Your the
one who noted the formatting problem. Do you know how to fix it? I
use a notepad text file. No way around it as far as I know because its
the only way ff.n will let me upload. I don't have word.
Legacy Lady - I'll try to remember to tell you when I update-I'll
send an e-mail. I'll try to update on fridays. Oh, and thanks for the
compliment! A sensational job, Honestly. ::blushes furiously:: Thank
you a ton!
PVipertooth - not really. He shakes it off and compliments him
on it in his own odd way.
To all reviewers - Thanks for the encouragement. This is
allready more reviews then I thought I'd get, so, I'll continue, don't
worry. I also don't mind constructive criticism, and if you have any
ideas, I'll see if I can work them into the story.
a/n2: this is my first true fic. I would appreciate any and all reviews.
this is a response to severitus's challenge.
disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, never will. don't sue
Chapter 10: The release
Severus heard a dull thunk as something hit the floor. He
wanted to respect the boy's privacy, but it sounded as though he had
passed out and landed on the floor. Pushing aside the thoughts, he
waded in, only to have his suspicions confirmed. The boy was laying
on the floor, spread eagle, and a large knot on the side of his head
where it had made contact with the floor.
Snape carefully rolled the boy over and healed the knot on his
head, stood up, took a step back, then whispered, "Enerviate." Potter
pushed himself up from the floor, looking rather dazed and distant.
He grabbed the sink like a life line and looked around. His eyes
landed on a black blob that he strongly suspected was Snape. He
also noted that it was moving, not that it ment much, because
everything else was, too.
Snape looked at Potter. The boy was a mess, physically and
mentaly. Currently, he looked ashamed and sick. He also looked like
he would colapse again at any minute. Snape walked cautiously over
to the boy and tentively place a hand on his shoulder to help support
him. He flinched under the touch, but soon leaned against the
potions master for the much needed support.
Snape soon steered the shaking boy back to his bed, where he
sat down, wincing, and appologized to him for being so weak.
"Don't appologize for nothing. It makes one's character seem
weak. And you have a strong character." He admonished.
Harry blushed and closed his eyes. It was the closest thing that
he had ever gotten to a compliment from the man. "Thank you, sir,
for the compliment." He finaly responded, and went back to sleep.
********************************************************************************
Later that day, Snape was told the following, "The boy is to go
with you now, and you are to feed him, and take care of him. He is a
little weak yet, let him rest as he needs it, for the first few days, and
get him some decent clothes.
Now off you go. Have fun. And if either of you are found in my
infirmary due to something you have done to each other, I'll not mend
your problems. You have been warned. Keep in mind that I will also
be gone for the rest of this summer." Madam Pomfrey stated, as she
shooed them out of the infirmary.
He glanced at the boy. He still had not lost the distant, lost look
yet. "Well come on Potter, we haven't got all day. You should be
strong enough to walk to my quarters, where you will be staying. Do
you have your wand? You will need it to get into my room."
He shook his head, leaving his eyes less clouded but more
skiddish looking. He glanced around, while walking, then answered a
few minutes later.
"I have my wand sir. How much farther is it?" Harry wondered,
as they had been walking in the dungeon for far to long in his opinion.
"It's right here. Are you watching? I will only show you how to
open the statue one time, so pay attention." Snape sneered. He
waved his wand around the statues head, then touched a hand and
whispered the password.
Harry stood in awe at the room he was about to enter. It was as
big as the Gryffindor common room, but done in blue and green
furnishings. There was a huge fireplace across from the door, and a
dark green sofa in front of that, with end tables and recliners. Above
the mantle was a picture of Isis, an Egyptian goddess. On the left
wall, there was a door made of mahogany and a gigantic book shelf
with tons of wizard books. On the right wall was two other doors,
another bookshelf, and a picture of a Veela.
"Don't just stand there. Come in. The door on the left is your
room. It has an adjoining bathroom. The 2 doors on the right are
mine. The one on the left of the book case is my room and the one
on the right is my lab. We eat our meals in here at 7, 12, and 6. If
you want food, come out at those times. Also, feel free to look at my
books. You may even be able to bring up your abysmal potions
grade." Snape sneered. It was true that he had bad potions marks,
but only because he gave them to the Potter boy. He had a head for
potions, and was second best in his year. His friend, Granger, was
first.
Harry stepped into the living quarters. The floor was hard oak,
and beautifully polished. It had carpets in places, like under the
furniture and leading to each doorway. It was dark blue with red
designs. Not looking where he was going, he tripped over his own
feet and slammed into the professor, then fell to the floor.
"Clumsy ox. Watch where your going, and maybe you won't
end up like you did." Snape spat acidly, but when he saw Harry scoot
back away from him, he almost immediately regretted it. The boy, he
realized, was thinking he was going to get beaten. Then he realized
something else. He had no glasses on. Boy, he thought, how could
have I not realized that. That would account for his running into me, I
guess.
"Potter, stop behaving like a three year old. I won't hit you.
Where are your glasses? Don't you need them?" Snape inquired.
"My glasses are . . . are . . . they're broken. Yes I do need them.
But unless you can make a pair out of something else, I'll have to
make do." Harry answered bitterly, then added, "If you can do
glasses, can you do robes, or at least make these ragged things fit
me? I'm rather lacking in the wizarding supplies department."
"No, I can't make glasses. What do you mean by rather lacking
in the wizarding supplies department? You don't mean that the
muggles did something to them, do you?"
"Did something indeed. They burned my trunk of supplies and
turned my clothes to rags for dusting. I believe they may have burned
my invisibility cloak and picture album, too." Harry answered glumly.
A tear threatened to appear in his eye. Harry, afraid to show
emotions, tried to hide it, but couldn't. So he decided to say he was
tired and hobbled to bed.
"Potter . . ." Snape started, but Harry, who was supposedly Iron
Man, ran from the room, escaping the interrogation.
This made Snape wonder. What have I done to upset him
now?
You haven't done anything. It was the photo album and the
cloak, he answered himself
Oh. Damn it. How can I fix that? he wondered again.
You can't. Try to comfort him, and ask him if you can help, and
if he doesn't want to talk about it, ask again later. He answered
himself again.
Oh shut up you goody goody. I won't offer help if he doesn't
ask for it. He silently answered again, but went after the boy anyway.