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Chapter 5
As Snape sat in his study, sipping hot wine as he waited for his apprentice to report to him, he considered his own days under a mentor, and how he had felt. Despite Harry's beliefs, he took absolutely no pleasure in punishing Harry as he had earlier that day. But it was not up to him, if it was, he would be content with sharp words in the place of physical punishments. As it was, his role in the partnership was governed by as many rules and traditions as was Harry's.
Snape knew well the pain as the body got used to the long hours and physical hardships, and the deep-set exhaustion felt at the end of each day. He also remembered the hate that he had felt for his mentor. This was one thing that he meant to change. Nowhere was it written that an apprentice had to hate his mentor. Respect yes, but hate no. Harry would not hate him, just as he would not hate Harry.
Even after one day, Snape had to admit that he had underestimated the boy. Yes he had complained, but he had not whinged, and frankly he did show a good resilience. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
'Come.'
Stepping into the room, Harry stood to attention, back straight, eyes forward. Snape was hard pressed not to raise an eyebrow. It seemed Harry had decided it was time to act 'by the book', so to speak.
'My lord.'
Snape nodded a greeting, and pushed away the papers in font of him. He leant back in his chair, and looked up.
'After this week you will work for an hour now, then we will dine, then I will tutor you in potions. However, this week will be particularly hard on you, and as such I will not require you to do any work before supper. Is that agreeable?'
A frown flicked across Harry's face. Since when had Snape cared how tired he was?
'Yes, my lord.'
'Very good. In that case, follow me.'
Snape stood up, and led Harry through into a private lab. He stopped as soon as he had entered.
'On the desk are the ingredients list for a sleeping draught. You should remember how to prepare it, if you had been listening in you lessons last year. Equipment and ingredients are in the cupboards. Begin.'
Once he had actually understood the fact that he was being let loose, Harry stepped forward. In fact, Harry was fairly sure he could remember how to make it. Not wanting to waste time, he set about getting his equipment, and setting a small cauldron to simmer. He soon forgot the fact that Snape was standing behind him, watching his every move, and relaxed, concentrating on not spilling ingredients, and adding the right amounts.
Exactly when it should, the potion turned from a pale green to an ocean blue, the sign that it was ready. Harry cut out the fire with a flick of his wand, and ladled the brew into one of the containers in the racks. Once done, he rinsed the cauldron, and stepped back, looking to his mentor for a verdict. Snape was nodding to himself, pleasantly surprised. He had honestly though the potion would be ruined.
'Good. The only thing I would say is that you forgot to ask about the quantity needed. For all you knew, I wanted points rather than cups.'
'I'll remember next time, my lord.' Harry was also pleased.
'See that you do. Now, I believe it is time to eat.'
Snape turned around, walking out into the main room, taking his place at the table. Harry, remembering yet another paragraph from the book of rules, stood behind his chair, waiting for permission to sit. He did not have to wait long.
'You may sit.'
Harry complied, sitting down and examining what was on his plate. To his pleasure, it was a steaming Shepard's pie, with what looked like apple crumble sitting in a bowl next to it. He dug in hungrily. From the other side of the table, Snape watched, faintly amused, though his face did not show it.
When he finished, and had been dismissed, Harry went straight to his room. He flopped down on his bed immediately, pausing only to scoop up the notes he had made that morning. He read through them again, trying to commit them, to memory. Half an hour later, satisfied, he rose and undressed, going over his Latin declensions in his head as he did so.
Down to his boxers, he stood before the long mirror. He almost laughed. His bruises stood out vividly against his pale skin, and his eyes glowed a blinding green. Turning away, Harry sleepily brushed his teeth, before rolling exhausted into bed. He did not dream.
Snape meanwhile, was once more thinking about his apprentice, and how his life was going to change. When he finally went to bed, the only conclusion he had come to was the, when Harry asked, he would give his permission for him to see his friends. The though made him smile. He had seen changes in one day, and knew they would be greatly magnified in a few months. His friends would barely recognise him. Snape made up his mind top be there the day Aeter met his friends.
Hey, how was that? Short I know, but I though if it went on any longer Harry would have been practically unconscious, so I decided to end it there.
I have had loads of people asking if this is going to become HP/SS slash and the answer is no! So anyone worried about that can sleep easy.
Any suggestions at this point? Thanks for any reviews- Pose
Chapter 5
As Snape sat in his study, sipping hot wine as he waited for his apprentice to report to him, he considered his own days under a mentor, and how he had felt. Despite Harry's beliefs, he took absolutely no pleasure in punishing Harry as he had earlier that day. But it was not up to him, if it was, he would be content with sharp words in the place of physical punishments. As it was, his role in the partnership was governed by as many rules and traditions as was Harry's.
Snape knew well the pain as the body got used to the long hours and physical hardships, and the deep-set exhaustion felt at the end of each day. He also remembered the hate that he had felt for his mentor. This was one thing that he meant to change. Nowhere was it written that an apprentice had to hate his mentor. Respect yes, but hate no. Harry would not hate him, just as he would not hate Harry.
Even after one day, Snape had to admit that he had underestimated the boy. Yes he had complained, but he had not whinged, and frankly he did show a good resilience. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
'Come.'
Stepping into the room, Harry stood to attention, back straight, eyes forward. Snape was hard pressed not to raise an eyebrow. It seemed Harry had decided it was time to act 'by the book', so to speak.
'My lord.'
Snape nodded a greeting, and pushed away the papers in font of him. He leant back in his chair, and looked up.
'After this week you will work for an hour now, then we will dine, then I will tutor you in potions. However, this week will be particularly hard on you, and as such I will not require you to do any work before supper. Is that agreeable?'
A frown flicked across Harry's face. Since when had Snape cared how tired he was?
'Yes, my lord.'
'Very good. In that case, follow me.'
Snape stood up, and led Harry through into a private lab. He stopped as soon as he had entered.
'On the desk are the ingredients list for a sleeping draught. You should remember how to prepare it, if you had been listening in you lessons last year. Equipment and ingredients are in the cupboards. Begin.'
Once he had actually understood the fact that he was being let loose, Harry stepped forward. In fact, Harry was fairly sure he could remember how to make it. Not wanting to waste time, he set about getting his equipment, and setting a small cauldron to simmer. He soon forgot the fact that Snape was standing behind him, watching his every move, and relaxed, concentrating on not spilling ingredients, and adding the right amounts.
Exactly when it should, the potion turned from a pale green to an ocean blue, the sign that it was ready. Harry cut out the fire with a flick of his wand, and ladled the brew into one of the containers in the racks. Once done, he rinsed the cauldron, and stepped back, looking to his mentor for a verdict. Snape was nodding to himself, pleasantly surprised. He had honestly though the potion would be ruined.
'Good. The only thing I would say is that you forgot to ask about the quantity needed. For all you knew, I wanted points rather than cups.'
'I'll remember next time, my lord.' Harry was also pleased.
'See that you do. Now, I believe it is time to eat.'
Snape turned around, walking out into the main room, taking his place at the table. Harry, remembering yet another paragraph from the book of rules, stood behind his chair, waiting for permission to sit. He did not have to wait long.
'You may sit.'
Harry complied, sitting down and examining what was on his plate. To his pleasure, it was a steaming Shepard's pie, with what looked like apple crumble sitting in a bowl next to it. He dug in hungrily. From the other side of the table, Snape watched, faintly amused, though his face did not show it.
When he finished, and had been dismissed, Harry went straight to his room. He flopped down on his bed immediately, pausing only to scoop up the notes he had made that morning. He read through them again, trying to commit them, to memory. Half an hour later, satisfied, he rose and undressed, going over his Latin declensions in his head as he did so.
Down to his boxers, he stood before the long mirror. He almost laughed. His bruises stood out vividly against his pale skin, and his eyes glowed a blinding green. Turning away, Harry sleepily brushed his teeth, before rolling exhausted into bed. He did not dream.
Snape meanwhile, was once more thinking about his apprentice, and how his life was going to change. When he finally went to bed, the only conclusion he had come to was the, when Harry asked, he would give his permission for him to see his friends. The though made him smile. He had seen changes in one day, and knew they would be greatly magnified in a few months. His friends would barely recognise him. Snape made up his mind top be there the day Aeter met his friends.
Hey, how was that? Short I know, but I though if it went on any longer Harry would have been practically unconscious, so I decided to end it there.
I have had loads of people asking if this is going to become HP/SS slash and the answer is no! So anyone worried about that can sleep easy.
Any suggestions at this point? Thanks for any reviews- Pose
