Part Eight:
The pair stood in Dumbledore's office. Luckily it was dinner time so the Halls and the Common room were deserted, there was nobody present to remark upon the fact that a Grifindor was emerging from the Slytherin Halls, or to ask why Harry looked like a kicked puppy and Severus looked like if he could reasonably get away with mass genocide he would do it in a flash. Dumbledore had taken one look at the pair and ushered them into his office immediately. Guessing correctly what had happened, nothing goes on in the school that he doesn't know about.
"Severus, Harry please take a seat." Severus's head snapped up at that. But sat down without a word. "Would you like some tea?" Harry accepted gratefully and it appeared on the table in front of him. Severus as usual refused.
"Harry I want you to tell me honestly what you were doing in Slytherin's Halls." Harry hung his head, and blushed.
"I... I wanted to make a good impression on my father's friends. So I suggested using Polyjuice to sneak in to Slytherin's Halls." Dumbledore nodded.
"I can understand you trying to impress them, it must be hard for you to pretend to be him. But you have to respect the school rules. I won't do anything about it this time but if you are caught doing anything like this again I will be forced to take action." It was an interesting choice of words, 'if I am caught, what if I am not caught?' Harry asked himself.
All though the conversation Severus was sitting silently listening. 'So it is true, this really is Harry Potter.' Severus thought to himself 'and I am the only person besides Dumbledore to know, The Maunders don't even know.' This would be a perfect thing to hold over him, blackmail him with but Severus honestly didn't want to. He acted like a Slytherin because that was what was expected of him it didn't mean he liked it. Well except the attitude problem that was all his.
Dumbledore turned his attention to Severus.
"Severus, since you already know some of what is gong on it would foolish to keep the rest from you, I will give Harry permission to tell you everything on the condition that you tell no one. Likewise you will be able to tell Harry about your assignment since he already seems to know about it," Albus said, a twinkle in his eye. "You both need someone to talk to and I regret that although I am always willing to listen you do not always feel comfortable talking to me. You may use one of the unused staff offices, for privacy." there was laughter in Dumbledore's eye's "The one next to the transfiguration classroom would be perfect. And I know I do not need to stress the importance of not letting anyone else know any of this." The two young men nodded solemnly. They both knew just how dangerous Voldemort could be. At least now they did not have to face the danger alone.
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James sat in the potion's classroom glaring a Snape. It was the first potions lesson that he had as Harry and likewise it was also the first lesson he had been taught by Snape. From Harry's memories he knew the Snape favoured the Slytherin's, 'well no surprise there, the greasy git' he also knew just how much Snape hated Harry because of him.
"Potter, what do you think you are doing" Snape snarled at James.
"I am making the potion like you told us to" James bit out.
"Oh that's what you call it is it, what I would call it is making a mockery of the fine art of potions. I know that you have other things on your mind" a pointed look at Ron, "but leave your private lives out of the class room." Snape smirked at the look of anger on James's face. The Slytherin's laughed at the comment, Draco especially. 'I don't see why he finds it so funny' Snape thought to himself ' he is as Gay as they come. I wonder what Lucius would say if he found out.'
James opened his mouth as if to say something back to Snape, he really was not handling the fact that his nemesis had so much power over him, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. James looked to see Hermione giving him a warning look, as if to say 'don't let the greasy bastard have the satisfaction' James smiled at her, thankful for the friendship that there was between them. She was a calming influence on his and he knew that it was the same for Harry.
Snape sneered at James; he hated having that half-wit in his class, especially when it should have been Harry sitting there. He almost smiled bitterly 'at least Draco will be able to tell his father how nasty I am to potter, will help my charade no end.' He spared a brief thought as to what would happen when Harry got back, but quickly shut all thoughts about it out of his mind. He knew that if he thought about it he would break down. He didn't want to think what would happen if Harry had changed his mind, if he was disgusted by what had happened. I he let thoughts like that enter his mind he wouldn't be able to function at all, not to mention the fact that having the ice cold bastard potions master break down in tears would blow his spying games to hell. But having James sit there looking at him only served to remind him of everything that had happened.
"Well get back to work" Snape snarled at them. Seriously contemplating taking points from Grifindor just for fun, well Slytherin would have been more fun but taking points off your own house would arose some suspicion. His house what a joke that was he hadn't even wanted to be sorted into it in the first place now he was its head. His rooms were still the colour of his true loyalties; he smiled internally as he remembered Harry's shocked expression when he found that the terror of Grifindor was actually one of them at heart.
The pair stood in Dumbledore's office. Luckily it was dinner time so the Halls and the Common room were deserted, there was nobody present to remark upon the fact that a Grifindor was emerging from the Slytherin Halls, or to ask why Harry looked like a kicked puppy and Severus looked like if he could reasonably get away with mass genocide he would do it in a flash. Dumbledore had taken one look at the pair and ushered them into his office immediately. Guessing correctly what had happened, nothing goes on in the school that he doesn't know about.
"Severus, Harry please take a seat." Severus's head snapped up at that. But sat down without a word. "Would you like some tea?" Harry accepted gratefully and it appeared on the table in front of him. Severus as usual refused.
"Harry I want you to tell me honestly what you were doing in Slytherin's Halls." Harry hung his head, and blushed.
"I... I wanted to make a good impression on my father's friends. So I suggested using Polyjuice to sneak in to Slytherin's Halls." Dumbledore nodded.
"I can understand you trying to impress them, it must be hard for you to pretend to be him. But you have to respect the school rules. I won't do anything about it this time but if you are caught doing anything like this again I will be forced to take action." It was an interesting choice of words, 'if I am caught, what if I am not caught?' Harry asked himself.
All though the conversation Severus was sitting silently listening. 'So it is true, this really is Harry Potter.' Severus thought to himself 'and I am the only person besides Dumbledore to know, The Maunders don't even know.' This would be a perfect thing to hold over him, blackmail him with but Severus honestly didn't want to. He acted like a Slytherin because that was what was expected of him it didn't mean he liked it. Well except the attitude problem that was all his.
Dumbledore turned his attention to Severus.
"Severus, since you already know some of what is gong on it would foolish to keep the rest from you, I will give Harry permission to tell you everything on the condition that you tell no one. Likewise you will be able to tell Harry about your assignment since he already seems to know about it," Albus said, a twinkle in his eye. "You both need someone to talk to and I regret that although I am always willing to listen you do not always feel comfortable talking to me. You may use one of the unused staff offices, for privacy." there was laughter in Dumbledore's eye's "The one next to the transfiguration classroom would be perfect. And I know I do not need to stress the importance of not letting anyone else know any of this." The two young men nodded solemnly. They both knew just how dangerous Voldemort could be. At least now they did not have to face the danger alone.
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James sat in the potion's classroom glaring a Snape. It was the first potions lesson that he had as Harry and likewise it was also the first lesson he had been taught by Snape. From Harry's memories he knew the Snape favoured the Slytherin's, 'well no surprise there, the greasy git' he also knew just how much Snape hated Harry because of him.
"Potter, what do you think you are doing" Snape snarled at James.
"I am making the potion like you told us to" James bit out.
"Oh that's what you call it is it, what I would call it is making a mockery of the fine art of potions. I know that you have other things on your mind" a pointed look at Ron, "but leave your private lives out of the class room." Snape smirked at the look of anger on James's face. The Slytherin's laughed at the comment, Draco especially. 'I don't see why he finds it so funny' Snape thought to himself ' he is as Gay as they come. I wonder what Lucius would say if he found out.'
James opened his mouth as if to say something back to Snape, he really was not handling the fact that his nemesis had so much power over him, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. James looked to see Hermione giving him a warning look, as if to say 'don't let the greasy bastard have the satisfaction' James smiled at her, thankful for the friendship that there was between them. She was a calming influence on his and he knew that it was the same for Harry.
Snape sneered at James; he hated having that half-wit in his class, especially when it should have been Harry sitting there. He almost smiled bitterly 'at least Draco will be able to tell his father how nasty I am to potter, will help my charade no end.' He spared a brief thought as to what would happen when Harry got back, but quickly shut all thoughts about it out of his mind. He knew that if he thought about it he would break down. He didn't want to think what would happen if Harry had changed his mind, if he was disgusted by what had happened. I he let thoughts like that enter his mind he wouldn't be able to function at all, not to mention the fact that having the ice cold bastard potions master break down in tears would blow his spying games to hell. But having James sit there looking at him only served to remind him of everything that had happened.
"Well get back to work" Snape snarled at them. Seriously contemplating taking points from Grifindor just for fun, well Slytherin would have been more fun but taking points off your own house would arose some suspicion. His house what a joke that was he hadn't even wanted to be sorted into it in the first place now he was its head. His rooms were still the colour of his true loyalties; he smiled internally as he remembered Harry's shocked expression when he found that the terror of Grifindor was actually one of them at heart.