Chapter Six
If wishes were ... owls with packages
It was sometime during the next night when Harry was awakened by a quiet tapping at the window. He put his glasses on and crept from bed. A medium sized owl, a school owl by the look of it, was perched on the window sill. Harry opened the window and let the bird inside. It placed a long, narrow box down on the interior sill in front of Harry, fluttered its wings and flew gracefully out of the tower and back toward the Owlery. Harry sighed softly as he closed the window and returned to his warm bed with the box. He knew what was inside before he even opened it, and he was grateful.
The wand, his wand, had been polished and possibly repaired, though he was not certain whether or not it had been damaged in the incident. A small card was inside the box with the wand. Harry squinted in the darkness to read it:
"Mind your things. S.S." the card read in a spidery scrawl.
Harry chuckled softly and tucked the card away. It was something to remember the detention by. He held his wand for a few minutes before laying it on the stand by the bed with his glasses and curling up under the covers again.
"Wouldn't it be nice," he thought sleepily, "if Snape could more like he was when we were under the influence of the Peacemaker's Oil."
Harry sighed miserably to himself. Impossible.
Then he had an idea ...
"I could try to brew the stuff. If it was made as the result of an accident ... then how difficult could it be?" he thought.
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A/N: Everyone's jumping to conclusions, which is something this story hasn't had yet. It still has a chapter or two left in it, albeit shortish chapters mostly. Ahem. Thanks for reviewing, Steph, Jedi Amoira, Selina, Slyvara Snape, anonymous reviwer, and What's in a name! I am most appreciative.
If wishes were ... owls with packages
It was sometime during the next night when Harry was awakened by a quiet tapping at the window. He put his glasses on and crept from bed. A medium sized owl, a school owl by the look of it, was perched on the window sill. Harry opened the window and let the bird inside. It placed a long, narrow box down on the interior sill in front of Harry, fluttered its wings and flew gracefully out of the tower and back toward the Owlery. Harry sighed softly as he closed the window and returned to his warm bed with the box. He knew what was inside before he even opened it, and he was grateful.
The wand, his wand, had been polished and possibly repaired, though he was not certain whether or not it had been damaged in the incident. A small card was inside the box with the wand. Harry squinted in the darkness to read it:
"Mind your things. S.S." the card read in a spidery scrawl.
Harry chuckled softly and tucked the card away. It was something to remember the detention by. He held his wand for a few minutes before laying it on the stand by the bed with his glasses and curling up under the covers again.
"Wouldn't it be nice," he thought sleepily, "if Snape could more like he was when we were under the influence of the Peacemaker's Oil."
Harry sighed miserably to himself. Impossible.
Then he had an idea ...
"I could try to brew the stuff. If it was made as the result of an accident ... then how difficult could it be?" he thought.
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A/N: Everyone's jumping to conclusions, which is something this story hasn't had yet. It still has a chapter or two left in it, albeit shortish chapters mostly. Ahem. Thanks for reviewing, Steph, Jedi Amoira, Selina, Slyvara Snape, anonymous reviwer, and What's in a name! I am most appreciative.