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Chapter 8
The second time he woke Harry stayed still until he was sure his ribs were healed enough before trying to move. Ron, Hermione, and Ira were seated near him. He gave them a small smile and tried to sit, Ira pushed him back down.
"Uh uh, not yet, not until dinner." Harry rolled his eyes, but stayed still.
"Harry, we all saw what happened, I swear even the Slytherins are ready to dissect Snape bit by bit. Your plan must have worked, two years ago they'd have been pleased, now they're all worried for you. Why didn't you duck or use a shield?" Ron asked, Harry smiled, his plan for befriending the Slytherins had worked, probably not of Malfoy's crowd though.
I hadn't planned on being attacked. It's all right though, I can forgive him, he truly thought I had killed the headmaster. Not his fault, that's what it looked like." The three stared at him in shock.
"Harry are you feeling okay?" Harry nodded and sat up before Ira could stop him. Professor's McGonagal and Dumbledore walked in.
"Harry." Dumbledore sighed, seeing him sitting, Harry gave him a slightly nervous grin.
"Hello Professors." Harry said, giving McGonagal a smile in response to her worried look.
"Hello Harry, nice to see you up again. How's the ribs
"A light ache, nothing more." He responded, " has quidditch practice started yet?" She nodded, grinning as his eyes lit up at the news.
"Harry, Sirius tells me you forgave Severus completely." Dumbledore said, it wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a statement either.
"He thought I had killed you, no fault of his, that's what it looks like when you electrocute someone." Harry shrugged and glanced apprehensively at the pile of books beside his bed. Ron saw his look.
"Don't worry, you didn't miss much, Professor Trelwany's been asking if it's likely that you'll die, probably just to prove her most recent death prediction for you true." Harry rolled his eyes and Professor McGonagal frowned.
"Her last one was death by drowning in and underground cave if you don't remember. And the one before that was being crispy fried by an erupting volcano and the one before that was being squashed into a pancake when a meteorite hit me. Do you suppose they'd name the crater after me or her?" He adjusted a bandage around his leg a little as they all laughed. "What have I missed?" Hermione handed him a sheet of paper with all their assignments on it and what they had covered in class.
"If you already know it and can prove it you don't have to do the work." Professor McGonagal said, Harry put the paper aside.
"Well then it looks like I won't be doing any of it."
"Come on Harry, since when could you transfigure a tea cut into a penguin or a rock into a goblet? Or do the fire curse accurately? Or perform a perfect cleaning charm? Show me." Professor McGonagal said, pulling up a chair, Dumbledore did the same. Harry pulled out his wand. And turned to the teacup McGonagal handed him. A quick whish of the wand and it was a perfect emperor penguin, another flick and it was a rock and another and it was a beautifully decorative gold goblet. He then coated the entire wing with dirt and used a quick cleaning charm. Clensus. All the dirt was gone an everything in the room was cleaner then before. He then went back to the goblet and made it a bush.
"Pyrocatem!" The bush glowed and vanished in less then a second, Harry winced. "I can't get the temperature right, it's so hot that whatever I aim at just vaporizes, the heat is centered too, the only thing affected is whatever I'm trying to burn. He conjured up another bush and tried again. "Pyrocatem!" This time the bush burned merrily and they could all feel the heat.
"Amazing! If I recall correctly melting a rock with that spell is the best anyone has every done, looks like you've set a new record Harry! A heat so intense the object vaporizes." Dumbledore stared at where the first bush had been in wonder. Harry shifted uneasily. "I'll register this with the department for magical records. Don't get out of bed until dinner Harry, everyone we should leave so he can study." They all left, telling him they'd be back just before dinner. Harry picked up a book and started studying.
**
Harry was drawing, animating, and examining quidditch plays with real 2D figures and balls on a piece of parchment when the door clicked open. Harry didn't notice, he was too absorbed in what he was working on, recording various moves and plays for the first game to see Severus Snape come into the wing. Madam Pomfrey sniffed and went into her office but Harry didn't notice anything until Snape coughed. He jumped and turned to look in surprise.
"Oh, hello professor." He said, he hadn't been looking forward to this conversation at all.
"Hey…I'm not disturbing you am I?" Snape asked, he sounded worried, and unsure of what to say.
"Nah, but, as I'm working on plays for the first quidditch game, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, it would probably be in Slytherins best interest if you did." Harry said with a grin, turning to Snape, leaving the players still moving about.
"Harry…I'm sorry, I didn't know you were trying to save him." Snape spoke softly and didn't meet Harry's eyes.
"But I'm sure it looked like I was trying to kill him. It all happened rather fast, if anything you should be commended for a fast response." Snape looked up in astonishment. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine in no time." Snape stared at Harry as if he had just sprouted a tail.
"Harry you could have died. I should have trusted you."
"I should have put up a shield or stopped my fall, I was quiet capable of doing either though I was rather startled. You were under the imperious curse, else you would have trusted me, don't worry about it." Harry said firmly, noting Severus's start when he mentioned the curse, Sirius had told him about it recently. He turned back to the quidditch game to give Severus time to think the other stood to leave.
"Harry." Harry turned and gave him a questioning look.
"Yes?"
"Thanks." Snape left, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Harry thought for a moment, that was certainly the first un-hate filled conversation he'd ever had with Snape. Then he turned back to the quidditch players.
Chapter 8
The second time he woke Harry stayed still until he was sure his ribs were healed enough before trying to move. Ron, Hermione, and Ira were seated near him. He gave them a small smile and tried to sit, Ira pushed him back down.
"Uh uh, not yet, not until dinner." Harry rolled his eyes, but stayed still.
"Harry, we all saw what happened, I swear even the Slytherins are ready to dissect Snape bit by bit. Your plan must have worked, two years ago they'd have been pleased, now they're all worried for you. Why didn't you duck or use a shield?" Ron asked, Harry smiled, his plan for befriending the Slytherins had worked, probably not of Malfoy's crowd though.
I hadn't planned on being attacked. It's all right though, I can forgive him, he truly thought I had killed the headmaster. Not his fault, that's what it looked like." The three stared at him in shock.
"Harry are you feeling okay?" Harry nodded and sat up before Ira could stop him. Professor's McGonagal and Dumbledore walked in.
"Harry." Dumbledore sighed, seeing him sitting, Harry gave him a slightly nervous grin.
"Hello Professors." Harry said, giving McGonagal a smile in response to her worried look.
"Hello Harry, nice to see you up again. How's the ribs
"A light ache, nothing more." He responded, " has quidditch practice started yet?" She nodded, grinning as his eyes lit up at the news.
"Harry, Sirius tells me you forgave Severus completely." Dumbledore said, it wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a statement either.
"He thought I had killed you, no fault of his, that's what it looks like when you electrocute someone." Harry shrugged and glanced apprehensively at the pile of books beside his bed. Ron saw his look.
"Don't worry, you didn't miss much, Professor Trelwany's been asking if it's likely that you'll die, probably just to prove her most recent death prediction for you true." Harry rolled his eyes and Professor McGonagal frowned.
"Her last one was death by drowning in and underground cave if you don't remember. And the one before that was being crispy fried by an erupting volcano and the one before that was being squashed into a pancake when a meteorite hit me. Do you suppose they'd name the crater after me or her?" He adjusted a bandage around his leg a little as they all laughed. "What have I missed?" Hermione handed him a sheet of paper with all their assignments on it and what they had covered in class.
"If you already know it and can prove it you don't have to do the work." Professor McGonagal said, Harry put the paper aside.
"Well then it looks like I won't be doing any of it."
"Come on Harry, since when could you transfigure a tea cut into a penguin or a rock into a goblet? Or do the fire curse accurately? Or perform a perfect cleaning charm? Show me." Professor McGonagal said, pulling up a chair, Dumbledore did the same. Harry pulled out his wand. And turned to the teacup McGonagal handed him. A quick whish of the wand and it was a perfect emperor penguin, another flick and it was a rock and another and it was a beautifully decorative gold goblet. He then coated the entire wing with dirt and used a quick cleaning charm. Clensus. All the dirt was gone an everything in the room was cleaner then before. He then went back to the goblet and made it a bush.
"Pyrocatem!" The bush glowed and vanished in less then a second, Harry winced. "I can't get the temperature right, it's so hot that whatever I aim at just vaporizes, the heat is centered too, the only thing affected is whatever I'm trying to burn. He conjured up another bush and tried again. "Pyrocatem!" This time the bush burned merrily and they could all feel the heat.
"Amazing! If I recall correctly melting a rock with that spell is the best anyone has every done, looks like you've set a new record Harry! A heat so intense the object vaporizes." Dumbledore stared at where the first bush had been in wonder. Harry shifted uneasily. "I'll register this with the department for magical records. Don't get out of bed until dinner Harry, everyone we should leave so he can study." They all left, telling him they'd be back just before dinner. Harry picked up a book and started studying.
**
Harry was drawing, animating, and examining quidditch plays with real 2D figures and balls on a piece of parchment when the door clicked open. Harry didn't notice, he was too absorbed in what he was working on, recording various moves and plays for the first game to see Severus Snape come into the wing. Madam Pomfrey sniffed and went into her office but Harry didn't notice anything until Snape coughed. He jumped and turned to look in surprise.
"Oh, hello professor." He said, he hadn't been looking forward to this conversation at all.
"Hey…I'm not disturbing you am I?" Snape asked, he sounded worried, and unsure of what to say.
"Nah, but, as I'm working on plays for the first quidditch game, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, it would probably be in Slytherins best interest if you did." Harry said with a grin, turning to Snape, leaving the players still moving about.
"Harry…I'm sorry, I didn't know you were trying to save him." Snape spoke softly and didn't meet Harry's eyes.
"But I'm sure it looked like I was trying to kill him. It all happened rather fast, if anything you should be commended for a fast response." Snape looked up in astonishment. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine in no time." Snape stared at Harry as if he had just sprouted a tail.
"Harry you could have died. I should have trusted you."
"I should have put up a shield or stopped my fall, I was quiet capable of doing either though I was rather startled. You were under the imperious curse, else you would have trusted me, don't worry about it." Harry said firmly, noting Severus's start when he mentioned the curse, Sirius had told him about it recently. He turned back to the quidditch game to give Severus time to think the other stood to leave.
"Harry." Harry turned and gave him a questioning look.
"Yes?"
"Thanks." Snape left, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Harry thought for a moment, that was certainly the first un-hate filled conversation he'd ever had with Snape. Then he turned back to the quidditch players.