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Chapter 3
Harry was woken the next morning by a hard rapping on his door, and a loud 'Up!' from his new mentor. Coming too groggily, Harry realised that he must have fallen asleep while reading the evening before. To his annoyance, his face was covered in red lines where it had rested on the edge of the book.
With a groan, he rose, and went to the sink in the next room. He peeled off the now very rumpled shirt, and splashed his face with water, attempting to wake up. Grabbing a clean shirt and his wand, he hurried out into the living room.
He found Snape already seated and eating in silence. At his place was a bowl of muesli, and a warm brown roll. About to sit down, Snape spoke.
'I presume you read the book I gave you.'
'Yes, sir' Harry answered, wishing this wasn't going where it was.
'Then you would remember the proper greeting you should be using.'
Harry was silent, fuming, knowing what Snape would be enjoying this immensely.
'Well? I'm waiting.'
Harry realised he had no choice, and ground out the words, looking murderous. He had been dreading this moment.
'Good morning, my Lord.'
Snape nodded in satisfaction.
'You may be seated.'
Harry sat, determinedly avoiding looking up. He decided this was not the time to comment on the fact that in front of Snape was a full English breakfast, instead gulping down his own meal, then waiting in silence for the instructions he was sure were to come. He didn't have long to wait. Snape sat back in his chair as he began.
'Masters learn many subjects that are not on a normal curriculum. Among them are song charms and the theory behind necromancy, but also muggle subjects including chemistry, Latin, and eventually ancient Greek. You must master the basics of these before you can learn the advanced magic I have to teach you. I am assuming you have done no Latin before?'
Harry shook his head, not quite grasping the idea that he was going to have to learn a whole new language.
'Then that is where we will begin.'
Snape stood up, and walked through a door Harry had not noticed previously, which turned out to be the entrance to a small schoolroom. There was a desk big enough for about six people down the middle, with a bench down one side, facing a blackboard on the other. More books lined the shelves, many with titles in foreign languages. On one side of the room was a long work bench, on top of which were several cauldrons, and rack of test tubes and beakers. A glass-fronted cupboard above help jars of countless ingredients, and delicate equipment.
On one end of the desk were a few, thin books. On examination, Harry saw 'Basic Latin Grammar' and 'Testing your Latin', to name but a few. Next to them were parchment and quills. Snape gestured at the book.
'Make notes on the first chapter of that, and learn the 1st and 2nd declensions, then come to my study. If you have any problems, try to use your brain, if not, come and ask. Clear?'
'Yes.'
Snape glared. Harry fumed, then spoke reluctantly.
'Yes, my Lord.'
'You had better get used to it. You will not enjoy what I will do next time you refuse. You will speak with respect.'
Snape went out of another door, this time the one leading to his study. Sighing, Harry sat down at the desk and opened the fist page, picking up a quill.
'Puella, puellam, puellae, puellae.'
An hour later Harry knocked on the door of Snapes study, not being able to bear staring at his notes for any longer. He was fairly sure he knew the material, but was nervous all the same. Snape had never given him an easy test yet.
'Come in.'
Harry stood in silence in front of the desk while Snape finished whatever it was he was doing, then looked up.
'You have learnt them?'
'Yes.' Harry hesitated slightly '...my lord.'
'1st declension, puella.'
Snape nodded to himself as Harry rattled off the correct words, surprised with the ease Harry spoke, not trying to put an accent to the unfamiliar language.
'2nd declension, puer.'
As the test went on, Harry found he had to think about the answers much harder; however, he managed it without mistake, much to his relief. Snape was pleasantly surprised by this, and made a note to push him hard in the subject.
He stood, and led Harry back into the schoolroom, while Harry struggled to hold in a groan. Snape stopped once again by the desk and motioned for Harry to sit down. He then went round to the black board, and began to talk, first ordering Harry to take detailed notes.
'One of the rudimentary elements of chemistry is bonding. There are three basic types of bond.'
This went on for what seemed like hours, and Harry hand ached continuously with the furious writing pace he had to adopt. Noticing this, Snape stopped, giving, Harry a bit of a breather. As Harry dropped his quill gratefully, and began to clench and extend his fingers, wincing. Snape stepped over to the desk.
'Give me your hand.'
Harry hesitated, then complied, deciding he could endure pretty much anything after the way his uncle had treated him. Snape proceeded to stretch the fingers of Harry hands, slowly easing the cramps that had developed. Snape remembered this from his own days as an apprentice, and was surprised to see it happening to Harry. After glancing over the several sheets of notes Harry had made, he offered a few begrudged words of what might be called praise.
'I can see you were able to keep up.' Snape nodded, not quite willing to say good. 'Make sure that continues.'
Harry nodded, and pulled away his hand.
'Thank you, my Lord.'
'That will do for the moment. You will re-read and absorb what I have gone through tonight. If you don't understand it, come to me.'
Harry nodded again. Snape stood, satisfied.
'Have you decided on a name yet?'
Harry hesitated, then replied.
'I found a word earlier, but I don't know hat it means. It's Aeternus.'
Snape frowned slightly, wondering where he had come across that particular word. It meant 'immortal' in Latin. Quite appropriate in a way, thought Snape wryly.
'Very well. In that case I shall address you as Aeter, for short.'
Harry nodded, happy with his new name.
'From now on, when you meet Masters, you will be introduced as such. Now, it is high time you did some physical exercise, come.'
How was that? Just so no one complains, it took half and hour for me and my roommate to decide on that name for Harry. Thanks for any reviews - Pose
Chapter 3
Harry was woken the next morning by a hard rapping on his door, and a loud 'Up!' from his new mentor. Coming too groggily, Harry realised that he must have fallen asleep while reading the evening before. To his annoyance, his face was covered in red lines where it had rested on the edge of the book.
With a groan, he rose, and went to the sink in the next room. He peeled off the now very rumpled shirt, and splashed his face with water, attempting to wake up. Grabbing a clean shirt and his wand, he hurried out into the living room.
He found Snape already seated and eating in silence. At his place was a bowl of muesli, and a warm brown roll. About to sit down, Snape spoke.
'I presume you read the book I gave you.'
'Yes, sir' Harry answered, wishing this wasn't going where it was.
'Then you would remember the proper greeting you should be using.'
Harry was silent, fuming, knowing what Snape would be enjoying this immensely.
'Well? I'm waiting.'
Harry realised he had no choice, and ground out the words, looking murderous. He had been dreading this moment.
'Good morning, my Lord.'
Snape nodded in satisfaction.
'You may be seated.'
Harry sat, determinedly avoiding looking up. He decided this was not the time to comment on the fact that in front of Snape was a full English breakfast, instead gulping down his own meal, then waiting in silence for the instructions he was sure were to come. He didn't have long to wait. Snape sat back in his chair as he began.
'Masters learn many subjects that are not on a normal curriculum. Among them are song charms and the theory behind necromancy, but also muggle subjects including chemistry, Latin, and eventually ancient Greek. You must master the basics of these before you can learn the advanced magic I have to teach you. I am assuming you have done no Latin before?'
Harry shook his head, not quite grasping the idea that he was going to have to learn a whole new language.
'Then that is where we will begin.'
Snape stood up, and walked through a door Harry had not noticed previously, which turned out to be the entrance to a small schoolroom. There was a desk big enough for about six people down the middle, with a bench down one side, facing a blackboard on the other. More books lined the shelves, many with titles in foreign languages. On one side of the room was a long work bench, on top of which were several cauldrons, and rack of test tubes and beakers. A glass-fronted cupboard above help jars of countless ingredients, and delicate equipment.
On one end of the desk were a few, thin books. On examination, Harry saw 'Basic Latin Grammar' and 'Testing your Latin', to name but a few. Next to them were parchment and quills. Snape gestured at the book.
'Make notes on the first chapter of that, and learn the 1st and 2nd declensions, then come to my study. If you have any problems, try to use your brain, if not, come and ask. Clear?'
'Yes.'
Snape glared. Harry fumed, then spoke reluctantly.
'Yes, my Lord.'
'You had better get used to it. You will not enjoy what I will do next time you refuse. You will speak with respect.'
Snape went out of another door, this time the one leading to his study. Sighing, Harry sat down at the desk and opened the fist page, picking up a quill.
'Puella, puellam, puellae, puellae.'
An hour later Harry knocked on the door of Snapes study, not being able to bear staring at his notes for any longer. He was fairly sure he knew the material, but was nervous all the same. Snape had never given him an easy test yet.
'Come in.'
Harry stood in silence in front of the desk while Snape finished whatever it was he was doing, then looked up.
'You have learnt them?'
'Yes.' Harry hesitated slightly '...my lord.'
'1st declension, puella.'
Snape nodded to himself as Harry rattled off the correct words, surprised with the ease Harry spoke, not trying to put an accent to the unfamiliar language.
'2nd declension, puer.'
As the test went on, Harry found he had to think about the answers much harder; however, he managed it without mistake, much to his relief. Snape was pleasantly surprised by this, and made a note to push him hard in the subject.
He stood, and led Harry back into the schoolroom, while Harry struggled to hold in a groan. Snape stopped once again by the desk and motioned for Harry to sit down. He then went round to the black board, and began to talk, first ordering Harry to take detailed notes.
'One of the rudimentary elements of chemistry is bonding. There are three basic types of bond.'
This went on for what seemed like hours, and Harry hand ached continuously with the furious writing pace he had to adopt. Noticing this, Snape stopped, giving, Harry a bit of a breather. As Harry dropped his quill gratefully, and began to clench and extend his fingers, wincing. Snape stepped over to the desk.
'Give me your hand.'
Harry hesitated, then complied, deciding he could endure pretty much anything after the way his uncle had treated him. Snape proceeded to stretch the fingers of Harry hands, slowly easing the cramps that had developed. Snape remembered this from his own days as an apprentice, and was surprised to see it happening to Harry. After glancing over the several sheets of notes Harry had made, he offered a few begrudged words of what might be called praise.
'I can see you were able to keep up.' Snape nodded, not quite willing to say good. 'Make sure that continues.'
Harry nodded, and pulled away his hand.
'Thank you, my Lord.'
'That will do for the moment. You will re-read and absorb what I have gone through tonight. If you don't understand it, come to me.'
Harry nodded again. Snape stood, satisfied.
'Have you decided on a name yet?'
Harry hesitated, then replied.
'I found a word earlier, but I don't know hat it means. It's Aeternus.'
Snape frowned slightly, wondering where he had come across that particular word. It meant 'immortal' in Latin. Quite appropriate in a way, thought Snape wryly.
'Very well. In that case I shall address you as Aeter, for short.'
Harry nodded, happy with his new name.
'From now on, when you meet Masters, you will be introduced as such. Now, it is high time you did some physical exercise, come.'
How was that? Just so no one complains, it took half and hour for me and my roommate to decide on that name for Harry. Thanks for any reviews - Pose
