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Chapter 16
Severus Snape strode through the passages in his dungeons. Snapping at every person, who wasn't a beloved Slytherin, as he walked his mind was turning over a brief conversation he had just had with the headmaster, who had popped his head through the fire for a chat.
Chat.
That was hardly what Snape would call it. He wasn't sure what it was that had triggered this uneasiness. The headmaster hadn't sounded sinister. He had just sounded like his usual benevolent self. But something just didn't feel right.
Severus, I think we need to have a little chat. It concerns Mr Potter and I really believe that it would be to every persons benefit if you would come and discuss his. future. Would you like to dine with me tonight, at say 8pm? Thank you.
'Acid Pops!' he snarled at the gargoyle.
Was it him, or was the gargoyle grinning at him in quite a disconcerting way?
*Snap out of it Severus. You're just being paranoid. All those years of Death Eating are finally taking their toll on you. Calm down man.*
He raised his hand to knock, but as usual Dumbledore was one step ahead, calling for him to come in before he had curled his hand into a fist.
Snape growled in his head. If he wasn't so severely indebted to the headmaster and the benefit of so much of his compassion and if he wasn't so damn.lets face it, who was he trying to kid? He would never leave the service of Albus Dumbledore nso matter how much of a know- it- all and how bloody interfering he was.
But the 'call to enter before having a chance to knock' episode did nothing to reassure the greasy Hhead of Slytherin. It simply made him more wary.
'Ah, Severus. It's good of you to donate some of your precious time to the eccentric old headmaster.'
'Not at all.' Severus replied through a jaw that had gone inexplicably tense.
'Now, I know I beat about the bush a fair bit, Severus, and I know that I go off on a tangent at the most inopportune moments, which reminds me, I never did get around to telling that joke about the troll, hag and leprechaun that walk into the bar. The one I meant to tell the Weasley Twins at the welcoming feast at the beginning of last year, when I was announcing the tri-wizard tournament, but oh dear, I am digressing am I not. You see, when one reaches a certain age and learning becomes slightly more difficult, then one's attention is turned to all the things that one learnt when one was young and all these forgotten, beautiful memories that had vacated those grey cells.'
Snape shifted in his seat and tried not to assume his most condescending glare, the one that he usually reserved for Miss Granger.
Dumbledore noticed and came to an abrupt halt in the middle of his dialogue. 'Yes, perhaps some other time.'
'Thank you headmaster.'
'Very well, Severus, I'll come straight to the point. I am positive that you are aware, although you may have tried to blank it from your memory, of your relationship with James Potters sister, Drulisa.'
'Of course I am aware headmaster.' Snape's shoulders visibly tensed and his hands started shaking. *Why was he bringing that up now? It has no baring on any topi.wait, "Mr Potters future". NO, there was no way. No that couldn't be it. It mustn't be it. Oh Merlin, no. Nonononononono!*
'NO.'
'No? But I thought you said you were aware?'
'No, sorry Albus, I do remember, how could I not. But.. you can't mean. please Sir, I am imploring, no, I am begging you. Not that, please. You can't mean that. It was's 15 years ago. No-one knows. You can't just dump him on me. He still has other living relatives. That mutt, Black. The bloody werewolf even, but no sir, not me. Think how the boy will take the news. We have always disliked each other and then finding out. No it's impossible. I refuse to. even contemplate the possibility of even considering.'
Snape's face was rapidly changing colours. Dumbledore watched in interest as it turned from red to purple, then to a greenish colour before becoming mottled red and purple and finally resting on white.
*Hmmmm, I will place that memory in my pensive to observe at a more opportune moment. Perhaps I will invite a few guests around for tea, whilst we watch 'Severus and his Technicolour Nightmare Face'. I do like that name although it is slightly plagiaristic, but the Mmuggles shouldn't mind and Minerva and Remus will find it most amusing. Sirius might even like to stroll by, although dogs are colour-blind so he would have to be in human form, which rules out many of the other staff members. Oh bother, that rules out a large party.*
He was dragged from his happy contemplations as his Potions professor slumped to the floor in a comatose manner.
'Ah, he did always go for the dramatics. Enervate.'
'Wha, what. Oh for Merlin's sake. I am beginning to see what Potter meant about wanting to stay dead. It seems to be much more peaceful when you don't realise what is happening around you.'
'Be that as it may, Severus, I assume from your reaction that you aren't exceptionally keen about the idea of taking Mr Potter as your ward.'
'Aurgh. Don't even mention those words in the same sentence. I couldn't possibly do that, Albus. I hate the boy. He hates me. I can't go around Death Eating with him in my care. It would completely blow my cover, not to mention putting him in unnecessary danger. Besides, I don't know the first thing about bringing up teenagers. I can't do this, and I wont.'
'Severus, you are acting like a small child who doesn't want to take a bath. Think about Harry. He has nowhere to live anymore. He simply cannot live with his uncle and cousin. Sirius is still on the run and the law doesn't allow werewolves to act as guardians for other species unless they are their own offspring. I am working on changing that law by the way.
The Death Eating is no problem as I have spoken with Harry about his dream and you will not be returning to Voldemort as he will undoubtedly kill you. I have someone else in mind as your replacement and you can train him yourself. But I am once again digressing. Severus, please, the child needs a home. Will you give it to him?'
Muuhaaaahaaaa. A lovely big cliffie for you. Well, it's probably obvious what will happen but I can pretend.
For the next 1 or 2 chapters I will not be continuing along this story line. I think I have left to many things unresolved earlier so I am going to do a Draco POV. If there is anything that you feel needs clarifying then email me or review or whatever. I'll try and incorporate it into the story or I will write it into a set of accompanying authors notes.
Ciao
Mmm ... I liked that chapter. That's pretty much the way I would think Snape to react. At first flat out refusing and then probably agreeing only to shut Dumbledore up? ( I liked the way you described Dumbledore with his wandering thoughts and stuff. One Question though: You described Snape as the "greasy Head of Slytherin" what does the state of his hair matter? In that context it doesn't really make sense and as it is written from Severus' POV and I don't suppose he thinks of himself as greasy it's quite unlocical. But otherwise really promising! Okay, see ya!
-Sabrina
Chapter 16
Severus Snape strode through the passages in his dungeons. Snapping at every person, who wasn't a beloved Slytherin, as he walked his mind was turning over a brief conversation he had just had with the headmaster, who had popped his head through the fire for a chat.
Chat.
That was hardly what Snape would call it. He wasn't sure what it was that had triggered this uneasiness. The headmaster hadn't sounded sinister. He had just sounded like his usual benevolent self. But something just didn't feel right.
Severus, I think we need to have a little chat. It concerns Mr Potter and I really believe that it would be to every persons benefit if you would come and discuss his. future. Would you like to dine with me tonight, at say 8pm? Thank you.
'Acid Pops!' he snarled at the gargoyle.
Was it him, or was the gargoyle grinning at him in quite a disconcerting way?
*Snap out of it Severus. You're just being paranoid. All those years of Death Eating are finally taking their toll on you. Calm down man.*
He raised his hand to knock, but as usual Dumbledore was one step ahead, calling for him to come in before he had curled his hand into a fist.
Snape growled in his head. If he wasn't so severely indebted to the headmaster and the benefit of so much of his compassion and if he wasn't so damn.lets face it, who was he trying to kid? He would never leave the service of Albus Dumbledore nso matter how much of a know- it- all and how bloody interfering he was.
But the 'call to enter before having a chance to knock' episode did nothing to reassure the greasy Hhead of Slytherin. It simply made him more wary.
'Ah, Severus. It's good of you to donate some of your precious time to the eccentric old headmaster.'
'Not at all.' Severus replied through a jaw that had gone inexplicably tense.
'Now, I know I beat about the bush a fair bit, Severus, and I know that I go off on a tangent at the most inopportune moments, which reminds me, I never did get around to telling that joke about the troll, hag and leprechaun that walk into the bar. The one I meant to tell the Weasley Twins at the welcoming feast at the beginning of last year, when I was announcing the tri-wizard tournament, but oh dear, I am digressing am I not. You see, when one reaches a certain age and learning becomes slightly more difficult, then one's attention is turned to all the things that one learnt when one was young and all these forgotten, beautiful memories that had vacated those grey cells.'
Snape shifted in his seat and tried not to assume his most condescending glare, the one that he usually reserved for Miss Granger.
Dumbledore noticed and came to an abrupt halt in the middle of his dialogue. 'Yes, perhaps some other time.'
'Thank you headmaster.'
'Very well, Severus, I'll come straight to the point. I am positive that you are aware, although you may have tried to blank it from your memory, of your relationship with James Potters sister, Drulisa.'
'Of course I am aware headmaster.' Snape's shoulders visibly tensed and his hands started shaking. *Why was he bringing that up now? It has no baring on any topi.wait, "Mr Potters future". NO, there was no way. No that couldn't be it. It mustn't be it. Oh Merlin, no. Nonononononono!*
'NO.'
'No? But I thought you said you were aware?'
'No, sorry Albus, I do remember, how could I not. But.. you can't mean. please Sir, I am imploring, no, I am begging you. Not that, please. You can't mean that. It was's 15 years ago. No-one knows. You can't just dump him on me. He still has other living relatives. That mutt, Black. The bloody werewolf even, but no sir, not me. Think how the boy will take the news. We have always disliked each other and then finding out. No it's impossible. I refuse to. even contemplate the possibility of even considering.'
Snape's face was rapidly changing colours. Dumbledore watched in interest as it turned from red to purple, then to a greenish colour before becoming mottled red and purple and finally resting on white.
*Hmmmm, I will place that memory in my pensive to observe at a more opportune moment. Perhaps I will invite a few guests around for tea, whilst we watch 'Severus and his Technicolour Nightmare Face'. I do like that name although it is slightly plagiaristic, but the Mmuggles shouldn't mind and Minerva and Remus will find it most amusing. Sirius might even like to stroll by, although dogs are colour-blind so he would have to be in human form, which rules out many of the other staff members. Oh bother, that rules out a large party.*
He was dragged from his happy contemplations as his Potions professor slumped to the floor in a comatose manner.
'Ah, he did always go for the dramatics. Enervate.'
'Wha, what. Oh for Merlin's sake. I am beginning to see what Potter meant about wanting to stay dead. It seems to be much more peaceful when you don't realise what is happening around you.'
'Be that as it may, Severus, I assume from your reaction that you aren't exceptionally keen about the idea of taking Mr Potter as your ward.'
'Aurgh. Don't even mention those words in the same sentence. I couldn't possibly do that, Albus. I hate the boy. He hates me. I can't go around Death Eating with him in my care. It would completely blow my cover, not to mention putting him in unnecessary danger. Besides, I don't know the first thing about bringing up teenagers. I can't do this, and I wont.'
'Severus, you are acting like a small child who doesn't want to take a bath. Think about Harry. He has nowhere to live anymore. He simply cannot live with his uncle and cousin. Sirius is still on the run and the law doesn't allow werewolves to act as guardians for other species unless they are their own offspring. I am working on changing that law by the way.
The Death Eating is no problem as I have spoken with Harry about his dream and you will not be returning to Voldemort as he will undoubtedly kill you. I have someone else in mind as your replacement and you can train him yourself. But I am once again digressing. Severus, please, the child needs a home. Will you give it to him?'
Muuhaaaahaaaa. A lovely big cliffie for you. Well, it's probably obvious what will happen but I can pretend.
For the next 1 or 2 chapters I will not be continuing along this story line. I think I have left to many things unresolved earlier so I am going to do a Draco POV. If there is anything that you feel needs clarifying then email me or review or whatever. I'll try and incorporate it into the story or I will write it into a set of accompanying authors notes.
Ciao
Mmm ... I liked that chapter. That's pretty much the way I would think Snape to react. At first flat out refusing and then probably agreeing only to shut Dumbledore up? ( I liked the way you described Dumbledore with his wandering thoughts and stuff. One Question though: You described Snape as the "greasy Head of Slytherin" what does the state of his hair matter? In that context it doesn't really make sense and as it is written from Severus' POV and I don't suppose he thinks of himself as greasy it's quite unlocical. But otherwise really promising! Okay, see ya!
-Sabrina