Chapter 10-I am amazed and yet know not what to say!
A/N-Haha! Hope you like the chapter title ~*evil Snapeish smirk*~ and it all plays in there. Duh-huh. Don't worry, Draco won't die, (too bad) but just you wait! It's another tease in this one but I hope you enjoy it. The updates might be slower here on out, but I will try and keep my pace. Thanks to Tidmag, ~F~ and Prophetess of Hearts who all keep this story going. You're the lil KL&F fanclub! Sorry, I just get a little gushy. Hope you like it again and if you have any suggestions or chapter titles or anything, please let me know! Review a lot on this please! Speculation is necessary so I can feed….plot bunnies get hungry…-*AO
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Professor Lupin was, well to say it, quite tired. Running a hand through his silvered, amber-brown hair he put down his binder and began to check the vines that already hung in specific places around the set. He had to do a set check before the next day, and still had to do costuming and props.
The only problem was that Alicia, Angelina, Fred and George were all kissing in front of the fairy wings in the costume room, and Oliver and Percy were doing the same behind them. Lupin didn't mind so much that he didn't have Oliver's help. He smiled, he understood young love. In the property room, Seamus and Dean were holding hands and conversing quietly and he silently shut the door. Might as well, he thought, get the set checked before sending them all up to their common rooms.
Oliver had been running himself slightly ragged, trying to be in many places at once, calling cues, checking costumes, props, sets, building and painting, following his and Snape's and McGonagall's and Trelawney and Sprouts directions all at the same time. The poor boy was slightly fraying so Lupin had given him the night off. He was just going to the two ledges that jutted out from the set's back wall when the door opened and Harry came jogging in, breathless.
"Professor Lupin," he panted, gulping in breath. Lupin smiled, putting his binder down as he hopped to the other ledge.
"Harry…what can I do for you?" Harry took a deep breath and seemed to brace himself.
"I want to ask you something about my dad…" there was a pause as Lupin exhaled slowly, "….And Snape…" Lupin's eyes burst opened and he blinked in surprise.
"I'm afraid I don't know-," but Harry interrupted.
"I saw the photo album. Twenty years ago…" he prompted and Lupin gave a small smile before sighing and sitting on the ledge, his legs swinging back and forth as Harry grabbed onto a vine, whispered "Leviosa" and slowly rose to two nicely placed vines which he sat back on.
"How'd you see the photo album? I thought the only one who had that was Snape…" Harry blushed unconsciously and Lupin grinned.
"Well…I was in Snape's office…and it was just laying there, you know…so I looked at it and he…told me …a little… And I know you were there, you had to be…" Lupin nodded, digging memories in the back of his mind.
"I was…I had what Oliver was doing now. Stage Managing the production, while a much younger Professor McGonagall did what I'm doing. I can't remember why we were all there…I think Dumbledore had a summer program going. Sirius and Peter were off somewhere and James and I decided to come, not knowing who would show up. Of course, Severus did. Professor Figg was amazing, always running around and jumping and excited. He was an amazing actor, both your father and Severus. We had all open auditions in front of everyone and they prepared a monologue or a Sonnet. Your father did, "My Mistress Eyes are nothing like the sun/" but I cannot remember what Snape did."
"But he liked my father then…?" Harry said quietly and Lupin nodded slowly. Harry lay his head on an arm resting on the vine he hung on as Lupin continued, almost wistfully as he began to check out other pieces.
"Not immediately…it took some time, as I recall. He adored your mother, though. I never knew if it was romantic, although I assume it wasn't…"
"Why?" Harry burst out, eager for the answer he hoped.
"Well…I guess there's no going around it…Sev's gay…but he loved your mother. She was the sweetest to everyone, and really nice to him. Before James knew her that well, we were friends, partners in Potion's sometimes and she introduced me and James to him. It was tense at first, but we all got along. This was, of course, before James and Lily liked each other. It was odd, you know? When he wasn't a Slytherin and we weren't Gryffindors, things gradually began to change. He and James naturally played well against each other, I got to see it all as Figg made me take cues the whole time.." he gave a grimacing smile and Harry watched as he closed up flowers that had been charmed open during rehersal.
"Anyway, James and Severus came closer than ever." He cleared his throat a few times, and shot a look to Harry who was blank, he continued, "They stole the whole show. Your father was perfect, mischievous and playful and abounding with energy while Severus brooded and held the audience captive with every word he spoke…" Harry could relate with this as Lupin continued and something began to dawn on him.
"NO!" He breathed as Lupin looked at him and Harry fell out of the vines he was in, "You mean…my father…and…and …Professor Snape?!" Lupin bit his lip, hesitated for only the slightest moment and Harry knew.
"Bloody hell…" he whispered, falling against a tree. Lupin nodded.
"That's what I thought at first…but they really cared for each other…whether or not it was purely romantic on James' side, I'll never know, but neither of them forgot it. They couldn't keep it up though, not during the school year. It was just too difficult, with Sirius and the Slytherins…and then James fell in love with Lily and the tricks we tried to play on him…he couldn't forgive James for that. And then Voldemort came, Snape could forgive Lily, though, he cared for her even when…" he trailed off and Harry looked intently at him, thoughts swimming madly through his head, "…but he put some things aside. That's it, I guess." Lupin closed his binder and looked at Harry expectantly.
"Professor Snape…and…" Lupin looked at the young boy, knowing the thoughts that went through his head. As much as it was obvious that Harry liked Snape, he knew the boy was wondering if he only liked him because of his father.
"And…he's…he likes boys?" Lupin nodded, biting back a smile.
"But you know Harry…it didn't last that long. And there are ways that you are not like James." Harry gave him a scrutinizing look as he peered in the property room, seeing Dean and Seamus had left, placed a sheet of paper on the door with a tack. He waited to hear the question escape from Harry's lips, Do y'think he'd go for me? But there was nothing, only the sounds of Harry's footsteps following behind him.
"Well Harry, does that about answer everything? And…" he chose his words carefully as deep concentration fluttered across Harry's face, "...have faith in Professor Snape. He's quite a…" Lover? Friend? Sexy man? Lupin almost laughed but continued, "an interesting one." Harry opened his mouth to say something but Lupin waved him away. "Go to bed Harry, it's late. Time's moving more quickly now…And don't worry about you and Professor Snape…I'm sure things will work out fine…." Harry gave him a surprised look as if accusing him of not revealing all he knew, but Lupin just walked into the costume room, leaving a thought swimming Harry stumbling up to Gryffindor.
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There was an emergency meeting held on Monday morning, 5 days after Harry's fateful meeting with Professor Snape and his much informing chat with Lupin. Rushing through the Great Hall and through the secret passageway, Ron, Hermoine, and Harry talked in quick gasps as they came closer to the backstage area.
"Why-pant-d'you think we have to come straight after breakfast? We've even been excused from classes?" Ron spit out in a gasping breath.
"Well, I mean, really we get all of Friday classes off because of our involvement." Hermoine informed them as they ran along. The play was set to open Friday night, and run through Sunday.
"And we're excused from Potions. Snape teaches it, and he's the director. Something big must've come up." Harry agreed as they sped around the corner to the door leading backstage.
"Well, I heard Draco-," but Ron was cut off as they skidded to a halt, coming through the door and Snape's voice greeted them.
"Malfoy has come down with Mono."
A/N-Haha! Hope you like the chapter title ~*evil Snapeish smirk*~ and it all plays in there. Duh-huh. Don't worry, Draco won't die, (too bad) but just you wait! It's another tease in this one but I hope you enjoy it. The updates might be slower here on out, but I will try and keep my pace. Thanks to Tidmag, ~F~ and Prophetess of Hearts who all keep this story going. You're the lil KL&F fanclub! Sorry, I just get a little gushy. Hope you like it again and if you have any suggestions or chapter titles or anything, please let me know! Review a lot on this please! Speculation is necessary so I can feed….plot bunnies get hungry…-*AO
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Professor Lupin was, well to say it, quite tired. Running a hand through his silvered, amber-brown hair he put down his binder and began to check the vines that already hung in specific places around the set. He had to do a set check before the next day, and still had to do costuming and props.
The only problem was that Alicia, Angelina, Fred and George were all kissing in front of the fairy wings in the costume room, and Oliver and Percy were doing the same behind them. Lupin didn't mind so much that he didn't have Oliver's help. He smiled, he understood young love. In the property room, Seamus and Dean were holding hands and conversing quietly and he silently shut the door. Might as well, he thought, get the set checked before sending them all up to their common rooms.
Oliver had been running himself slightly ragged, trying to be in many places at once, calling cues, checking costumes, props, sets, building and painting, following his and Snape's and McGonagall's and Trelawney and Sprouts directions all at the same time. The poor boy was slightly fraying so Lupin had given him the night off. He was just going to the two ledges that jutted out from the set's back wall when the door opened and Harry came jogging in, breathless.
"Professor Lupin," he panted, gulping in breath. Lupin smiled, putting his binder down as he hopped to the other ledge.
"Harry…what can I do for you?" Harry took a deep breath and seemed to brace himself.
"I want to ask you something about my dad…" there was a pause as Lupin exhaled slowly, "….And Snape…" Lupin's eyes burst opened and he blinked in surprise.
"I'm afraid I don't know-," but Harry interrupted.
"I saw the photo album. Twenty years ago…" he prompted and Lupin gave a small smile before sighing and sitting on the ledge, his legs swinging back and forth as Harry grabbed onto a vine, whispered "Leviosa" and slowly rose to two nicely placed vines which he sat back on.
"How'd you see the photo album? I thought the only one who had that was Snape…" Harry blushed unconsciously and Lupin grinned.
"Well…I was in Snape's office…and it was just laying there, you know…so I looked at it and he…told me …a little… And I know you were there, you had to be…" Lupin nodded, digging memories in the back of his mind.
"I was…I had what Oliver was doing now. Stage Managing the production, while a much younger Professor McGonagall did what I'm doing. I can't remember why we were all there…I think Dumbledore had a summer program going. Sirius and Peter were off somewhere and James and I decided to come, not knowing who would show up. Of course, Severus did. Professor Figg was amazing, always running around and jumping and excited. He was an amazing actor, both your father and Severus. We had all open auditions in front of everyone and they prepared a monologue or a Sonnet. Your father did, "My Mistress Eyes are nothing like the sun/" but I cannot remember what Snape did."
"But he liked my father then…?" Harry said quietly and Lupin nodded slowly. Harry lay his head on an arm resting on the vine he hung on as Lupin continued, almost wistfully as he began to check out other pieces.
"Not immediately…it took some time, as I recall. He adored your mother, though. I never knew if it was romantic, although I assume it wasn't…"
"Why?" Harry burst out, eager for the answer he hoped.
"Well…I guess there's no going around it…Sev's gay…but he loved your mother. She was the sweetest to everyone, and really nice to him. Before James knew her that well, we were friends, partners in Potion's sometimes and she introduced me and James to him. It was tense at first, but we all got along. This was, of course, before James and Lily liked each other. It was odd, you know? When he wasn't a Slytherin and we weren't Gryffindors, things gradually began to change. He and James naturally played well against each other, I got to see it all as Figg made me take cues the whole time.." he gave a grimacing smile and Harry watched as he closed up flowers that had been charmed open during rehersal.
"Anyway, James and Severus came closer than ever." He cleared his throat a few times, and shot a look to Harry who was blank, he continued, "They stole the whole show. Your father was perfect, mischievous and playful and abounding with energy while Severus brooded and held the audience captive with every word he spoke…" Harry could relate with this as Lupin continued and something began to dawn on him.
"NO!" He breathed as Lupin looked at him and Harry fell out of the vines he was in, "You mean…my father…and…and …Professor Snape?!" Lupin bit his lip, hesitated for only the slightest moment and Harry knew.
"Bloody hell…" he whispered, falling against a tree. Lupin nodded.
"That's what I thought at first…but they really cared for each other…whether or not it was purely romantic on James' side, I'll never know, but neither of them forgot it. They couldn't keep it up though, not during the school year. It was just too difficult, with Sirius and the Slytherins…and then James fell in love with Lily and the tricks we tried to play on him…he couldn't forgive James for that. And then Voldemort came, Snape could forgive Lily, though, he cared for her even when…" he trailed off and Harry looked intently at him, thoughts swimming madly through his head, "…but he put some things aside. That's it, I guess." Lupin closed his binder and looked at Harry expectantly.
"Professor Snape…and…" Lupin looked at the young boy, knowing the thoughts that went through his head. As much as it was obvious that Harry liked Snape, he knew the boy was wondering if he only liked him because of his father.
"And…he's…he likes boys?" Lupin nodded, biting back a smile.
"But you know Harry…it didn't last that long. And there are ways that you are not like James." Harry gave him a scrutinizing look as he peered in the property room, seeing Dean and Seamus had left, placed a sheet of paper on the door with a tack. He waited to hear the question escape from Harry's lips, Do y'think he'd go for me? But there was nothing, only the sounds of Harry's footsteps following behind him.
"Well Harry, does that about answer everything? And…" he chose his words carefully as deep concentration fluttered across Harry's face, "...have faith in Professor Snape. He's quite a…" Lover? Friend? Sexy man? Lupin almost laughed but continued, "an interesting one." Harry opened his mouth to say something but Lupin waved him away. "Go to bed Harry, it's late. Time's moving more quickly now…And don't worry about you and Professor Snape…I'm sure things will work out fine…." Harry gave him a surprised look as if accusing him of not revealing all he knew, but Lupin just walked into the costume room, leaving a thought swimming Harry stumbling up to Gryffindor.
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There was an emergency meeting held on Monday morning, 5 days after Harry's fateful meeting with Professor Snape and his much informing chat with Lupin. Rushing through the Great Hall and through the secret passageway, Ron, Hermoine, and Harry talked in quick gasps as they came closer to the backstage area.
"Why-pant-d'you think we have to come straight after breakfast? We've even been excused from classes?" Ron spit out in a gasping breath.
"Well, I mean, really we get all of Friday classes off because of our involvement." Hermoine informed them as they ran along. The play was set to open Friday night, and run through Sunday.
"And we're excused from Potions. Snape teaches it, and he's the director. Something big must've come up." Harry agreed as they sped around the corner to the door leading backstage.
"Well, I heard Draco-," but Ron was cut off as they skidded to a halt, coming through the door and Snape's voice greeted them.
"Malfoy has come down with Mono."