Title: Love's Brutal Battle
Author: WorkingMan
Email: vampmaster71@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairings: HP/GW, RW/HG
Classification: Harry Potter fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling. I'm just trying to write my first story so bear with me and please if any of you out there have any ideas on how to make it better please let me know. All off you have more experience writing than I do, I'm sure.
Chapter 4: Questions and Surprising Answers
Snape and Harry sat in silence in the living room. Everyone else had gone about their business.
Ginny in the kitchen starting dinner, Ron in his room writing to Hermione, who was still at Hogwarts doing a special project for Professor Snape. And the twins in the outside garage that Harry had given them for a workshop, working on Weasley Wizard Wheezes.
"Professor?" Harry asked in almost a whisper. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did, Potter." Snape said sarcastically, looking at Harry with annoyance blazing in his eyes.
"Seriously, professor." Harry said with a small amount of pleading in his voice.
"Oh, bloody hell, alright." Snape snapped, giving Harry a withering look. "What is it?"
"Why do you hate Gryffindors so much? I mean, you hate everyone except Slytherin, but what I want to know is, why?" Harry asked looking down at the floor.
Snape was taken totally by surprise by Harry's question. No one had ever questioned the potion master before.
I have to think carefully before I give him an answer Snape thought.
I mean, I don't know if I should tell him or not. Maybe Dumbledore...
Professor Snape was jerked from his thoughts by a voice.
"What?" He snapped quickly, making Ginny jump back and spill tea on her hand in the process.
"Uhh, your tea, professor." She said, slowly handing him his tea.
"Thank you, Miss Weasley." Snape replied taking the tea from the girl.
Thankful that she had come in at that moment, giving him more time to think of an answer. "Mr. Potter." Snape said slowly. "There are some things that even I can not tell you about the way I act, and besides, I do not like Slytherin, I just dislike Gryffindor more. And before you jump to conclusions, you and I need to talk to Dumbledore together."
Harry sat stunned for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts.
Talk to Dumbledore together? What for? Harry thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by three people apparating into the living room. Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, and supported between them, a very battered and bloody Draco Malfoy.
"Severus, help me get Draco upstairs, quickly." Sirius said, looking at the Potion's Master expectantly. "Harry, get some hot water and some towels quick. We have to clean him up so we can assess his injuries."
Harry jumped up and headed for the kitchen.
"Ginny, we need some hot water, quickly." Harry said to the startled girl. "Malfoy's hurt bad."
Harry went and grabbed some towels from the laundry room and ran up the stairs.
"Here Sirius." Harry said, handing him the towels. "Ginny will be here in a moment with the water."
"What happened to him?" Snape asked while helping Sirius undress the unconscious Malfoy.
"The Cruciatus Curse." Hermione said, coming into the room from getting Ron. "Ron's contacting his father and he should be here sometime tonight."
"Who did this to him?" Ginny asked, setting the hot water on the bedside table.
"His father." Sirius said, wiping Draco's face clean of blood. "He port keyed to Dumbledore's office and told us the story before he passed out."
"Is he going to be alright?" Harry asked, concern in his voice.
"Professor Dumbledore thought so, but he wanted him to be brought here so he would be safe. You don't mind, do you Harry?"
"That's fine." Harry said. "He can stay here in my room so we won't have to move him again."
"Thanks, Harry. Severus, Dumbledore wants you in his office as soon as you get back." Sirius said, turning back to the unconscious boy on the bed.
"Well, I think I should get going." Snape said as he turned to leave the room. Once in the living room Snape turned to Harry. "Potter, Dumbledore and I will be in touch."
"Sure professor." Harry said as Snape stepped into the fireplace.
When Snape left, Harry sat in the living room thinking about the unconscious boy upstairs. Subconsciously, he gave a slight shiver.
"You alright, Harry?" Fred asked as he and George sat down beside Harry.
"Yeah." Harry told the two Weasley twins, and then explained about Malfoy.
"He probably whined for a new broom." George said.
"George, he's hurt pretty bad." Harry said. "This is no time for jokes." He gave the twin a stern glare.
"Now is the best time." Fred said, looking at Harry. "Laughter helps you deal with life's little set backs, you know."
Harry was about to reply when Sirius came into the living room.
"He's resting now." Sirius said, sitting with a tired sigh, in the armchair Snape had occupied only moments before.
"There doesn't seem to be any internal injuries, so he should be up in a couple of days. Ron and Hermione are sitting with him awhile. That girl has a very cool head on her shoulders. She kept me and Draco calm the whole way here."
"That's our Hermione." Harry mused outloud.
"So did she finish her work at Hogwarts?" George asked, giving a devilish grin.
"Yeah, she did. And she is going to be helping Snape with Potions class next school term. Sort of a teacher's assistant." Sirius said with a grin. "Poor Snape's not going to know what hit him when Dumbledore tells him."
They all laughed, knowing the reaction Snape would have to Dumbledore's news."
"What are you smiling at?" Ginny asked, coming up behind Harry and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hermione is going to be assisting Snape in Potions next year." George said laughingly.
"Yeah, I hope she makes him wash his hair." Fred said.
"Well, if you four are finished in here, then dinner is ready." Ginny said. " I'll bring up a plate for Ron and Hermione and check on Draco."
With that everyone adjourned to the dining room to get something to eat.
Author: WorkingMan
Email: vampmaster71@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairings: HP/GW, RW/HG
Classification: Harry Potter fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling. I'm just trying to write my first story so bear with me and please if any of you out there have any ideas on how to make it better please let me know. All off you have more experience writing than I do, I'm sure.
Chapter 4: Questions and Surprising Answers
Snape and Harry sat in silence in the living room. Everyone else had gone about their business.
Ginny in the kitchen starting dinner, Ron in his room writing to Hermione, who was still at Hogwarts doing a special project for Professor Snape. And the twins in the outside garage that Harry had given them for a workshop, working on Weasley Wizard Wheezes.
"Professor?" Harry asked in almost a whisper. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did, Potter." Snape said sarcastically, looking at Harry with annoyance blazing in his eyes.
"Seriously, professor." Harry said with a small amount of pleading in his voice.
"Oh, bloody hell, alright." Snape snapped, giving Harry a withering look. "What is it?"
"Why do you hate Gryffindors so much? I mean, you hate everyone except Slytherin, but what I want to know is, why?" Harry asked looking down at the floor.
Snape was taken totally by surprise by Harry's question. No one had ever questioned the potion master before.
I have to think carefully before I give him an answer Snape thought.
I mean, I don't know if I should tell him or not. Maybe Dumbledore...
Professor Snape was jerked from his thoughts by a voice.
"What?" He snapped quickly, making Ginny jump back and spill tea on her hand in the process.
"Uhh, your tea, professor." She said, slowly handing him his tea.
"Thank you, Miss Weasley." Snape replied taking the tea from the girl.
Thankful that she had come in at that moment, giving him more time to think of an answer. "Mr. Potter." Snape said slowly. "There are some things that even I can not tell you about the way I act, and besides, I do not like Slytherin, I just dislike Gryffindor more. And before you jump to conclusions, you and I need to talk to Dumbledore together."
Harry sat stunned for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts.
Talk to Dumbledore together? What for? Harry thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by three people apparating into the living room. Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, and supported between them, a very battered and bloody Draco Malfoy.
"Severus, help me get Draco upstairs, quickly." Sirius said, looking at the Potion's Master expectantly. "Harry, get some hot water and some towels quick. We have to clean him up so we can assess his injuries."
Harry jumped up and headed for the kitchen.
"Ginny, we need some hot water, quickly." Harry said to the startled girl. "Malfoy's hurt bad."
Harry went and grabbed some towels from the laundry room and ran up the stairs.
"Here Sirius." Harry said, handing him the towels. "Ginny will be here in a moment with the water."
"What happened to him?" Snape asked while helping Sirius undress the unconscious Malfoy.
"The Cruciatus Curse." Hermione said, coming into the room from getting Ron. "Ron's contacting his father and he should be here sometime tonight."
"Who did this to him?" Ginny asked, setting the hot water on the bedside table.
"His father." Sirius said, wiping Draco's face clean of blood. "He port keyed to Dumbledore's office and told us the story before he passed out."
"Is he going to be alright?" Harry asked, concern in his voice.
"Professor Dumbledore thought so, but he wanted him to be brought here so he would be safe. You don't mind, do you Harry?"
"That's fine." Harry said. "He can stay here in my room so we won't have to move him again."
"Thanks, Harry. Severus, Dumbledore wants you in his office as soon as you get back." Sirius said, turning back to the unconscious boy on the bed.
"Well, I think I should get going." Snape said as he turned to leave the room. Once in the living room Snape turned to Harry. "Potter, Dumbledore and I will be in touch."
"Sure professor." Harry said as Snape stepped into the fireplace.
When Snape left, Harry sat in the living room thinking about the unconscious boy upstairs. Subconsciously, he gave a slight shiver.
"You alright, Harry?" Fred asked as he and George sat down beside Harry.
"Yeah." Harry told the two Weasley twins, and then explained about Malfoy.
"He probably whined for a new broom." George said.
"George, he's hurt pretty bad." Harry said. "This is no time for jokes." He gave the twin a stern glare.
"Now is the best time." Fred said, looking at Harry. "Laughter helps you deal with life's little set backs, you know."
Harry was about to reply when Sirius came into the living room.
"He's resting now." Sirius said, sitting with a tired sigh, in the armchair Snape had occupied only moments before.
"There doesn't seem to be any internal injuries, so he should be up in a couple of days. Ron and Hermione are sitting with him awhile. That girl has a very cool head on her shoulders. She kept me and Draco calm the whole way here."
"That's our Hermione." Harry mused outloud.
"So did she finish her work at Hogwarts?" George asked, giving a devilish grin.
"Yeah, she did. And she is going to be helping Snape with Potions class next school term. Sort of a teacher's assistant." Sirius said with a grin. "Poor Snape's not going to know what hit him when Dumbledore tells him."
They all laughed, knowing the reaction Snape would have to Dumbledore's news."
"What are you smiling at?" Ginny asked, coming up behind Harry and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hermione is going to be assisting Snape in Potions next year." George said laughingly.
"Yeah, I hope she makes him wash his hair." Fred said.
"Well, if you four are finished in here, then dinner is ready." Ginny said. " I'll bring up a plate for Ron and Hermione and check on Draco."
With that everyone adjourned to the dining room to get something to eat.