Chapter 12-Love can transpose to form and dignity…or quite finally!
A/N-Well you waited for it. I sincerely hope you enjoy it, and I'll probably do a rewrite of this part specifically, eventually, fleshing it out a little more. (TO any who wondered, I love Alan Rickman's Snape so this is kinda off of him. J ) Thanks again to the awesome cheerers out there! Made me write this, but the next part will take a while so please be patient and REVIEW!! Cameos or suggestions or rants, but no flames please. Really hope you like it, luv-*AO
P.S. Thanks
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The stage was dusky, murky dark when he entered and he squinted to adjust his eyes. Snape was nowhere in sight however he heard him somewhere around him call out,
"Alright Lupin, you may begin." Harry was illuminated as golden, warm amber and orange came up on him, the dawn of the first scene. Harry was temporarily blinded, shielding his eyes as Snape drawled, "How nice of you to join us, Mr. Potter." His eyes blinked owlishly behind his glasses as the lights went down to a more neutral, calmer patch of white amber where the workers would meet. Snape approached him and he straightened his posture as Snape set his book down at his feet.
"As I hate to admit it, they did a nice job." From somewhere unseen, Lupin adjusted the lights again, all went quickly dark and slowly, around from each of the markers where some plants were and some plants weren't, and in the vines and around the auditorium around the stage (the curtains were temporarily opened), pale blue or shining white or violet pricks of light glowed into existence. On the backdrop that had been lowered behind Harry and Snape, stars appeared in the top foot and corners of it, stars peering through holes in the dark canvas. Light fell askew in shattered glass ways over the wooden set and eerie patches of blue and green light fell in four areas, one for each of Titania's attendants. A leafy green forest pattern played across the floor and the two people's faces as Lupin had created the forest scene that would change in variables depending on who was out there.
"Thank you, Lupin, you can leave this here." Remus Lupin came out from the shadows somewhere and beamed at Harry.
"That was pretty cool…" Harry murmured, forgetting his object of desire momentarily and walking curiously around the set. Lupin waggled his eyebrows at Snape who shot him a poisonous glare. Chuckling to himself, the DADA professor walked back into one of the backstage rooms.
"Harry, I would like to have you in bed-," Harry choked slightly, averting his eyes, "not too late so if we could begin…" Harry nodded fervently and Snape waved his wand from his back pocket, causing two ledges to grow out of the backwall/backdrop and some crucial vines to lower.
"Now I'd like to start with right after Titania exits…I know it won't be the same as when you were with…Draco, but I'd really like this to work out, alright?" He tucked the script under a flower.
"You know all Oberon's lines?" Harry asked softly, as, walking to the raised level of stage he tugged on a vine and it lowered, as he began to climb up and he looked at Snape's now soft black eyes.
"Of course Harry…" He smiled and Harry quickly muttered a balance spell and turned himself upside down on the rope, his glasses falling slightly askew. Snape seemed to study him for a moment and Harry found he had to look away.
"Potter, for tonight, and possibly on our next full rehersal I'm going to do that spell to your eyes. Come here," he walked towards a small table offstage and pulled a vial from his dragon leather bag, Harry following him. "First, take this." Harry looked at it cautiously and Snape gave an awkward smile.
"Much as I have threatened you in the past, it isn't poisoned." They both chuckled and Harry downed the bluish liquid as Snape waited a few seconds.
"Alright, now Harry, I'm going to perform a spell on your eyes. The potion won't work without it and vice versa. If you'd please take off your glasses." Slowly, Harry brought them down, creating a fuzzy world around him, emerald eyes brighter than ever. Snape came closer, bringing his hand up to Harry's face and he flinched. Snape gave an audible sigh and sat back on his heels.
"Listen, Potter, I know we haven't had the most admirable past but I need you to …to forget that momentarily. To.." the words 'trust me' sat on the edge of his lips but he said nothing so Harry nodded wordlessly. Snape brought his cool, soft fingers to Harry's fluttering lids and murmured, "Occulus Perfectis" He slowly let his fingertips trace down Harry's cheekbones and the boy shudded visibly, causing the Professors mouth to curl slightly. Fluttering open his eyes, Harry found everything clear and in perfect sight. Smiling broadly, he nodded to Snape as, jogging back to the vine, he set himself up again. Adrenaline rushed through his muscles, the memory of Snape's touch causing him to grow ecstatic again and he watched as Snape took a deep breath and mounted the set piece. Flexing his muscles, Harry found himself yearning in anticipation for him to overtake the stage.
"'Well go thy way…" he said quietly after an invisible Cho and Harry could tell something immediately, "'Thou shalt not from this grove/Till I torment thee for this injury…." He said in the softest of tones, completely the opposite of Draco, but he held the invisible audience captive to his words. Harry took in a shuddering breath as he waited for the line and Snape uttered it, smirking as he turned his head to him. "'My gentle Puck come hither…." In the past, it had taken Harry a while to get him to gracefully jump from the vine and come close to the other boy, sometimes hanging right over him, sometimes laying his head on Oberon's chest, and at first he had just stayed lounging on the stage. And much as he didn't want to, that was exactly what he did. Oberon fell away from Snape and he put a hand on his hip, as Harry slumped.
"Harry, listen, we worked on this with you and Draco. I don't want it to happen again. You have to…to…to trust me Potter. It will work, I promise." His eyes were slightly shining and Harry nodded as Snape seemed to think for a moment. "Come here, Potter. I want these scenes to hold people rapt with beauty, do you understand?" He was quiet and pulled a photo from his script on the ground. It was of a younger Severus, laying down on the ground of the stage, James Potter hanging over the edge of a ledge above him.
"I want you to watch this picture." Harry was confused as Snape pulled his wand.
"I don't understand," Snape tapped the picture with his wand and it began to move, a short vignette. He saw as when, younger Snape called "'My gentle Puck come hither," James leapt, as Puck, from his spot and slid over on his back swiftly next to Snape, who, with sinewy muscled arms pulled James up, laughing lightly, onto his hands and feet as he explained the mermaid part and Puck sat in rapt happiness, then Oberon rolled over, now James on the bottom, Snape above him, explaining something and then rolling back onto his side next to James. "'Fetch me that flowr…'" The picture froze and reverted to the first image.
"Potion you put on the film," Snape said quietly. "Harry, I want this to be better than that. I know you could be just as good as your father, maybe better. But you have to trust me. Alright? I want to try it again." Harry set his jaw and nodded as Snape began again. He came to the line, "My gentle Puck, come hither, and Harry leapt from his spot, slowly coming to the side of Snape and bounding up on his hands, as Snape turned and smiled at him.
"'Thou rememb'rest since once I sat on a promentory," Harry's head lolled and he listened dreamily as Snape talked, closing with, "'To hear the sea maids music."
Harry smiled wistfully and came right above Snape as he sat up. "I remember," he cooed. Snape swiftly grabbed him around the abdomen and pushed him above him with astounding strength and without even blinking an eye, continued, "'That very time I saw (but thou couldst not)/'…" As Harry lackadaisically lounged on Snapes arms as he finished, "'Ere the Leviathan can swim a league.'"
He had been pondering this all throughout Snape mesmerizing Oberon speech and, as if opening his mouth to speak he darted forward and met Snape's lips with his own. Snape didn't back away; at least not at first. Gently, Harry went forward, Snape was firm but soon carefully rolled Harry off of him.
"I'm-I'm," he tried to stutter out and the Potion's master rolled over to look at him. Something was playing in his dark eyes and Harry stood, clutching himself around his ribcage as he walked to the edge of the stage and shut his eyes tightly.
"Harry," Snape approached him and Harry couldn't bring himself to look at him. "Harry, look at me." He wouldn't turn around and he felt Snape's strong arms firmly grab his wrists and pull him down to face level. When Harry finally fluttered his lids open he found dark eyes, tumultuous and soft looking at him as tears brimmed on his eyes.
"I'm sorry…" he said angrily but Snape shook his head contentedly.
"Don't be," Harry was brought into a fiery kiss, Snape exploring and gently probing his lips, moving and tugging and gently pecking back at him. Breaking away, Snape gave him a shaky smile and Harry bit his lip.
"Maybe this will give me a leg up on you and Draco's parts…" Harry gave him a soft smile, shy and flustered as they stood back up.
"I think you're above and beyond it, Professor." Snape gave a wry smile and brought him back to where they were as they continued to reherse.
A/N-Well you waited for it. I sincerely hope you enjoy it, and I'll probably do a rewrite of this part specifically, eventually, fleshing it out a little more. (TO any who wondered, I love Alan Rickman's Snape so this is kinda off of him. J ) Thanks again to the awesome cheerers out there! Made me write this, but the next part will take a while so please be patient and REVIEW!! Cameos or suggestions or rants, but no flames please. Really hope you like it, luv-*AO
P.S. Thanks
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The stage was dusky, murky dark when he entered and he squinted to adjust his eyes. Snape was nowhere in sight however he heard him somewhere around him call out,
"Alright Lupin, you may begin." Harry was illuminated as golden, warm amber and orange came up on him, the dawn of the first scene. Harry was temporarily blinded, shielding his eyes as Snape drawled, "How nice of you to join us, Mr. Potter." His eyes blinked owlishly behind his glasses as the lights went down to a more neutral, calmer patch of white amber where the workers would meet. Snape approached him and he straightened his posture as Snape set his book down at his feet.
"As I hate to admit it, they did a nice job." From somewhere unseen, Lupin adjusted the lights again, all went quickly dark and slowly, around from each of the markers where some plants were and some plants weren't, and in the vines and around the auditorium around the stage (the curtains were temporarily opened), pale blue or shining white or violet pricks of light glowed into existence. On the backdrop that had been lowered behind Harry and Snape, stars appeared in the top foot and corners of it, stars peering through holes in the dark canvas. Light fell askew in shattered glass ways over the wooden set and eerie patches of blue and green light fell in four areas, one for each of Titania's attendants. A leafy green forest pattern played across the floor and the two people's faces as Lupin had created the forest scene that would change in variables depending on who was out there.
"Thank you, Lupin, you can leave this here." Remus Lupin came out from the shadows somewhere and beamed at Harry.
"That was pretty cool…" Harry murmured, forgetting his object of desire momentarily and walking curiously around the set. Lupin waggled his eyebrows at Snape who shot him a poisonous glare. Chuckling to himself, the DADA professor walked back into one of the backstage rooms.
"Harry, I would like to have you in bed-," Harry choked slightly, averting his eyes, "not too late so if we could begin…" Harry nodded fervently and Snape waved his wand from his back pocket, causing two ledges to grow out of the backwall/backdrop and some crucial vines to lower.
"Now I'd like to start with right after Titania exits…I know it won't be the same as when you were with…Draco, but I'd really like this to work out, alright?" He tucked the script under a flower.
"You know all Oberon's lines?" Harry asked softly, as, walking to the raised level of stage he tugged on a vine and it lowered, as he began to climb up and he looked at Snape's now soft black eyes.
"Of course Harry…" He smiled and Harry quickly muttered a balance spell and turned himself upside down on the rope, his glasses falling slightly askew. Snape seemed to study him for a moment and Harry found he had to look away.
"Potter, for tonight, and possibly on our next full rehersal I'm going to do that spell to your eyes. Come here," he walked towards a small table offstage and pulled a vial from his dragon leather bag, Harry following him. "First, take this." Harry looked at it cautiously and Snape gave an awkward smile.
"Much as I have threatened you in the past, it isn't poisoned." They both chuckled and Harry downed the bluish liquid as Snape waited a few seconds.
"Alright, now Harry, I'm going to perform a spell on your eyes. The potion won't work without it and vice versa. If you'd please take off your glasses." Slowly, Harry brought them down, creating a fuzzy world around him, emerald eyes brighter than ever. Snape came closer, bringing his hand up to Harry's face and he flinched. Snape gave an audible sigh and sat back on his heels.
"Listen, Potter, I know we haven't had the most admirable past but I need you to …to forget that momentarily. To.." the words 'trust me' sat on the edge of his lips but he said nothing so Harry nodded wordlessly. Snape brought his cool, soft fingers to Harry's fluttering lids and murmured, "Occulus Perfectis" He slowly let his fingertips trace down Harry's cheekbones and the boy shudded visibly, causing the Professors mouth to curl slightly. Fluttering open his eyes, Harry found everything clear and in perfect sight. Smiling broadly, he nodded to Snape as, jogging back to the vine, he set himself up again. Adrenaline rushed through his muscles, the memory of Snape's touch causing him to grow ecstatic again and he watched as Snape took a deep breath and mounted the set piece. Flexing his muscles, Harry found himself yearning in anticipation for him to overtake the stage.
"'Well go thy way…" he said quietly after an invisible Cho and Harry could tell something immediately, "'Thou shalt not from this grove/Till I torment thee for this injury…." He said in the softest of tones, completely the opposite of Draco, but he held the invisible audience captive to his words. Harry took in a shuddering breath as he waited for the line and Snape uttered it, smirking as he turned his head to him. "'My gentle Puck come hither…." In the past, it had taken Harry a while to get him to gracefully jump from the vine and come close to the other boy, sometimes hanging right over him, sometimes laying his head on Oberon's chest, and at first he had just stayed lounging on the stage. And much as he didn't want to, that was exactly what he did. Oberon fell away from Snape and he put a hand on his hip, as Harry slumped.
"Harry, listen, we worked on this with you and Draco. I don't want it to happen again. You have to…to…to trust me Potter. It will work, I promise." His eyes were slightly shining and Harry nodded as Snape seemed to think for a moment. "Come here, Potter. I want these scenes to hold people rapt with beauty, do you understand?" He was quiet and pulled a photo from his script on the ground. It was of a younger Severus, laying down on the ground of the stage, James Potter hanging over the edge of a ledge above him.
"I want you to watch this picture." Harry was confused as Snape pulled his wand.
"I don't understand," Snape tapped the picture with his wand and it began to move, a short vignette. He saw as when, younger Snape called "'My gentle Puck come hither," James leapt, as Puck, from his spot and slid over on his back swiftly next to Snape, who, with sinewy muscled arms pulled James up, laughing lightly, onto his hands and feet as he explained the mermaid part and Puck sat in rapt happiness, then Oberon rolled over, now James on the bottom, Snape above him, explaining something and then rolling back onto his side next to James. "'Fetch me that flowr…'" The picture froze and reverted to the first image.
"Potion you put on the film," Snape said quietly. "Harry, I want this to be better than that. I know you could be just as good as your father, maybe better. But you have to trust me. Alright? I want to try it again." Harry set his jaw and nodded as Snape began again. He came to the line, "My gentle Puck, come hither, and Harry leapt from his spot, slowly coming to the side of Snape and bounding up on his hands, as Snape turned and smiled at him.
"'Thou rememb'rest since once I sat on a promentory," Harry's head lolled and he listened dreamily as Snape talked, closing with, "'To hear the sea maids music."
Harry smiled wistfully and came right above Snape as he sat up. "I remember," he cooed. Snape swiftly grabbed him around the abdomen and pushed him above him with astounding strength and without even blinking an eye, continued, "'That very time I saw (but thou couldst not)/'…" As Harry lackadaisically lounged on Snapes arms as he finished, "'Ere the Leviathan can swim a league.'"
He had been pondering this all throughout Snape mesmerizing Oberon speech and, as if opening his mouth to speak he darted forward and met Snape's lips with his own. Snape didn't back away; at least not at first. Gently, Harry went forward, Snape was firm but soon carefully rolled Harry off of him.
"I'm-I'm," he tried to stutter out and the Potion's master rolled over to look at him. Something was playing in his dark eyes and Harry stood, clutching himself around his ribcage as he walked to the edge of the stage and shut his eyes tightly.
"Harry," Snape approached him and Harry couldn't bring himself to look at him. "Harry, look at me." He wouldn't turn around and he felt Snape's strong arms firmly grab his wrists and pull him down to face level. When Harry finally fluttered his lids open he found dark eyes, tumultuous and soft looking at him as tears brimmed on his eyes.
"I'm sorry…" he said angrily but Snape shook his head contentedly.
"Don't be," Harry was brought into a fiery kiss, Snape exploring and gently probing his lips, moving and tugging and gently pecking back at him. Breaking away, Snape gave him a shaky smile and Harry bit his lip.
"Maybe this will give me a leg up on you and Draco's parts…" Harry gave him a soft smile, shy and flustered as they stood back up.
"I think you're above and beyond it, Professor." Snape gave a wry smile and brought him back to where they were as they continued to reherse.