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Chapter 9
As Ron and Hermione used the menus as an excuse to avoid conversation, Snape thought about Harry reaction to his punishment. In fact, he had been startled by Harry behaviour, expecting bitterness, not acceptance. It pleased him to know that Harry understood that punishments were a necessity, not a pleasure. He looked over at where Ron and Hermione were still hiding behind the tall menus.
'Have you chosen?'
They hadn't, however, still fearful of the wrath they had seen so harshly acted on just half and hour ago, both hesitated in giving a negative response.
'Almost, er, sir.'
Snape was amused to find that His apprentice's friends were also struggling to find a title that fitted what they now knew of him. He looked over at Harry.
'Aeter?'
Harry looked at his mentor in confusion.
'My lord?'
'You may choose what you wish.'
Harry smiled slightly. He had no trouble deciding on what he wanted. On the few occasions he had been to a restaurant with the Dursleys, they had never allowed him to have anything, he had always wanted to try potato skins, and that was what he asked for now.
'Thank you, my lord, er, potato skins?'
Snape nodded.
'And to drink? Something fizzy, perhaps?'
Harry shook his head. His stomach was still rolling slightly.
'Water please, my lord.'
Snape looked over at the others, questioningly.
'Coke, please, and um, spaghetti.' Hermione went first.
'Coke, and er, lasagne.sir'
Ron added, sounding like he'd made the decision on the spot. Snape nodded, and went over to the bar to place their order. Ron and Hermione relaxed. Harry leant over the table towards them, wincing slightly as he did so.
'You can relax. He's cooled of, don't worry. He's in a good mood.'
Ron snorted as Snape walked back over with the drinks and sat back down. As the teacher and students sipped on their drinks, silence descended once again. In the end, Harry got fed up. Sitting up, trying not to react as the cut on his shoulder stretched, he spoke to his master.
'My Lord, would I be permitted to ask a question?'
Snape inclined his head.
'Who was your mentor?'
Snape considered his answer. He could always refuse to answer, and yet he felt like he owed it to Harry to answer. Looking round the table, he realised with amusement that all three were hanging on his answer.
'My master died in Azkaban several years ago. His name was Dawson,' Snape looked over at Harry, 'Master Hun-Ra. He was from eastern Europe, originally.'
Harry was astonished. Azkaban? He couldn't leave it there. He had to know.
'Why was he put in Azkaban.'
Snape sighed, but realised he could not leave it there.
'He tried to betray the Order, and nearly killed his apprentice in the process.'
'You?'
Hermione's voice was quiet. Snape stared at her for a few seconds before he answered.
'Yes, Miss Granger, me. He tried to take my power and add it to his own, something forbidden in the Mastery, even for the few who have know it could be done. When I realised what he was doing, I refused to cooperate. Because the power must be willingly given, he tried to force me to submit. To begin with he would simply use any excuse to force punishment. When I still refused, he took it to the extreme.'
Hermione was looking appalled. Ron was frowning, obviously struggling to make sense of what he was hearing.
'But didn't the order stop him?' Hermione voice begged him to say yes.
'Under the laws of the Order anything is allowed to discipline apprentices. After a while he began to use simple pain, often in front of other masters. As long as he said I had disobeyed him they believed he was doing the right thing.'
'He used the cruciatus?' Hermione was looking slightly white. Snape looked at her once more.
'No, that is not allowed.' As Hermione tried to question this, Snape continued. 'I am not talking of a spell to cause pain. Just wounds. Similar to the few I inflicted on my apprentice today.' Realising Hermione has still not realised what he was talking about, Snape added, 'cane, whip, whatever was handy.'
Hermione was horrified. Before he carried on, Snape looked over at Harry. Though he said nothing, Snape knew he would be remembering his own suffering.
'But I still refused. Eventually his punishments meant I had to be receive medical attention. While I was in hospital, I told one of the medics, and they went to the Head of the Order. He was arrested. He was questioned and sent to Azkaban. But, many Masters still believe his methods are the right ones to use, should they be needed.'
Snape leant back, and he saw Harry looking decidedly uncomfortable. He knew now that Snape could have been much harsher with him. He knew well the pain Snape must have suffered, and he was grateful that he was unwilling to inflict that same pain on Harry. It showed he cared. Beside him, Ron was looking uncomfortable.
'Um, did you realise the foods arrived?'
The tension broke, and to Ron and Hermione's disbelief, Snape almost smiled.
'Thank you Mr Weasley, I hadn't noticed. Please, begin.'
As they began to eat, all four relaxed slightly, and Ron and Hermione continued to ask quiet questions of both Harry, and occasionally Snape. In fact, as the waiter came to clear the plates Hermione and Snape were involved in a heated discussion about the morality of using truth potions on minors.
In the end, the discussion was declared a draw, owing to the fact that it was getting late and Harry was starting to yawn. Harry stood when Snape did. While Harry hugged Hermione and grinned at Ron, promising to se them soon, Snape inclined his head gravely.
'Thank you; we had a most entertaining evening. No doubt you will be back to your normal pestilent selves once term starts, however.'
'Thank you, professor.' They both intoned, struggling to hide smiles. Had that actually been a joke?!!!!
Hey how was that? Quite short I know, but my point for this chapter was made. Any comments or suggestions?
Moonlight - Questions involving Hogwarts will be answered later, and I'm not going to say much because there are several interesting things coming up in those areas, and I wouldn't want to spoil it for you.
Thanks for any reviews - Pose
Chapter 9
As Ron and Hermione used the menus as an excuse to avoid conversation, Snape thought about Harry reaction to his punishment. In fact, he had been startled by Harry behaviour, expecting bitterness, not acceptance. It pleased him to know that Harry understood that punishments were a necessity, not a pleasure. He looked over at where Ron and Hermione were still hiding behind the tall menus.
'Have you chosen?'
They hadn't, however, still fearful of the wrath they had seen so harshly acted on just half and hour ago, both hesitated in giving a negative response.
'Almost, er, sir.'
Snape was amused to find that His apprentice's friends were also struggling to find a title that fitted what they now knew of him. He looked over at Harry.
'Aeter?'
Harry looked at his mentor in confusion.
'My lord?'
'You may choose what you wish.'
Harry smiled slightly. He had no trouble deciding on what he wanted. On the few occasions he had been to a restaurant with the Dursleys, they had never allowed him to have anything, he had always wanted to try potato skins, and that was what he asked for now.
'Thank you, my lord, er, potato skins?'
Snape nodded.
'And to drink? Something fizzy, perhaps?'
Harry shook his head. His stomach was still rolling slightly.
'Water please, my lord.'
Snape looked over at the others, questioningly.
'Coke, please, and um, spaghetti.' Hermione went first.
'Coke, and er, lasagne.sir'
Ron added, sounding like he'd made the decision on the spot. Snape nodded, and went over to the bar to place their order. Ron and Hermione relaxed. Harry leant over the table towards them, wincing slightly as he did so.
'You can relax. He's cooled of, don't worry. He's in a good mood.'
Ron snorted as Snape walked back over with the drinks and sat back down. As the teacher and students sipped on their drinks, silence descended once again. In the end, Harry got fed up. Sitting up, trying not to react as the cut on his shoulder stretched, he spoke to his master.
'My Lord, would I be permitted to ask a question?'
Snape inclined his head.
'Who was your mentor?'
Snape considered his answer. He could always refuse to answer, and yet he felt like he owed it to Harry to answer. Looking round the table, he realised with amusement that all three were hanging on his answer.
'My master died in Azkaban several years ago. His name was Dawson,' Snape looked over at Harry, 'Master Hun-Ra. He was from eastern Europe, originally.'
Harry was astonished. Azkaban? He couldn't leave it there. He had to know.
'Why was he put in Azkaban.'
Snape sighed, but realised he could not leave it there.
'He tried to betray the Order, and nearly killed his apprentice in the process.'
'You?'
Hermione's voice was quiet. Snape stared at her for a few seconds before he answered.
'Yes, Miss Granger, me. He tried to take my power and add it to his own, something forbidden in the Mastery, even for the few who have know it could be done. When I realised what he was doing, I refused to cooperate. Because the power must be willingly given, he tried to force me to submit. To begin with he would simply use any excuse to force punishment. When I still refused, he took it to the extreme.'
Hermione was looking appalled. Ron was frowning, obviously struggling to make sense of what he was hearing.
'But didn't the order stop him?' Hermione voice begged him to say yes.
'Under the laws of the Order anything is allowed to discipline apprentices. After a while he began to use simple pain, often in front of other masters. As long as he said I had disobeyed him they believed he was doing the right thing.'
'He used the cruciatus?' Hermione was looking slightly white. Snape looked at her once more.
'No, that is not allowed.' As Hermione tried to question this, Snape continued. 'I am not talking of a spell to cause pain. Just wounds. Similar to the few I inflicted on my apprentice today.' Realising Hermione has still not realised what he was talking about, Snape added, 'cane, whip, whatever was handy.'
Hermione was horrified. Before he carried on, Snape looked over at Harry. Though he said nothing, Snape knew he would be remembering his own suffering.
'But I still refused. Eventually his punishments meant I had to be receive medical attention. While I was in hospital, I told one of the medics, and they went to the Head of the Order. He was arrested. He was questioned and sent to Azkaban. But, many Masters still believe his methods are the right ones to use, should they be needed.'
Snape leant back, and he saw Harry looking decidedly uncomfortable. He knew now that Snape could have been much harsher with him. He knew well the pain Snape must have suffered, and he was grateful that he was unwilling to inflict that same pain on Harry. It showed he cared. Beside him, Ron was looking uncomfortable.
'Um, did you realise the foods arrived?'
The tension broke, and to Ron and Hermione's disbelief, Snape almost smiled.
'Thank you Mr Weasley, I hadn't noticed. Please, begin.'
As they began to eat, all four relaxed slightly, and Ron and Hermione continued to ask quiet questions of both Harry, and occasionally Snape. In fact, as the waiter came to clear the plates Hermione and Snape were involved in a heated discussion about the morality of using truth potions on minors.
In the end, the discussion was declared a draw, owing to the fact that it was getting late and Harry was starting to yawn. Harry stood when Snape did. While Harry hugged Hermione and grinned at Ron, promising to se them soon, Snape inclined his head gravely.
'Thank you; we had a most entertaining evening. No doubt you will be back to your normal pestilent selves once term starts, however.'
'Thank you, professor.' They both intoned, struggling to hide smiles. Had that actually been a joke?!!!!
Hey how was that? Quite short I know, but my point for this chapter was made. Any comments or suggestions?
Moonlight - Questions involving Hogwarts will be answered later, and I'm not going to say much because there are several interesting things coming up in those areas, and I wouldn't want to spoil it for you.
Thanks for any reviews - Pose
