Disclaimer: the same old same old. I don't own any of the characters in
this fic, so don'' sue me. i'' poor and it'll only waste ur money.
A/N: Ok this is a pre slash Harry Snape fic. So nothing's going to happen for a while yet, and even when it does it won't be so disgusting or any thing. So even if u are completely horrified by Harry having sex with a man who went to school with his father, or just don't want to picture Snape naked (I'm one of them, the man is too old for Harry in my opinion.) I hope that you can still enjoy this story.
And also, I had quite a view reviews about the breaking up of paragraphs, I don't blame u I hate it when ppl don't do that either. But I did. Something on ff.net screwed and, I've double spaced the paragraphs now, so I hope it'll be easier to read.
Also in case u didn't read when I said, I happen to be British and I don't mean to be insulting to a certain person who will remain anonymous (mainly because I can't remember their name) But us Brits do use slang words like yup and kid too. We're not all stereotypical upper class snobs like the movies seem to think. Again, I don't mean to insult any one and thanks for all ur reviews and practical criticisms! Rain (
Chapter 2--- All along the watchtower
There he sat in front of me, waiting to know his punishment. Two days had passed since I tried to embarrass him. And now he sat waiting. I leant forward my chest leaning on my clasped hands, sneering at him.
"Would you be so kind to explain what happened?"
"It wasn't my fault Professor, it was Malfoy."
I swallowed. "I wouldn't go around blaming others for your flaws.Mr Potter."
"I don't go down that far.sir."
The sneer that I wore fell drastically some how. "Explain."
"Well," he tried to say. "Malfoy bumped into me, he spilt his potion pretending that it was mine. He framed me sir!" he paused. "I don't know what the big deal is any way."
I leant back and I heard the wooden chair creak under the strain. "The 'big deal' is Mr Potter is that three of my students are hospitalised, and dislike them as I may it is still my job to follow it up."
".And of course I'm the culprit, it's always the same. Blame Harry, he was there he must have done it."
"That is not true and you know it." I whispered to him my anger level rising. "Ever since you have come to Hogwarts great leniency has been shown, you have got away with expulsion. It was the same with your father, he was a pigheaded know it all just like yourself. "
Harry said nothing to that to my surprise "Did I mention Hogwarts at all? And how can you say all those things about me, you don't even know me!" He stood up, his voice, to my amazement, still calm. His great green eyes shining bright, just like his mothers. In the full four years that I had known the boy he'd grown both mentally and physically.
The rat nest that was his hair, and become tamer and he'd scrapped the glasses and had got a muggle invention, contact lenses. Harry continued ranting at me. ".Your so judge mental!" and with that he stormed out of the classroom.
Instead of chasing him, I did the thing that came naturally to me. I opened up my top right-hand draw and pulled out a white detention slip and filled it out.
The next day in my fifth year potions class as soon as Potter came in I gave him his detention slip. Rolling his eyes the boy took his seat at the back of the class. It was an uneventful class, except that Longbottom thought that it was high time that he melted another cauldron. With a wave of my wand the orange potion had completely cleaned up. But Longbottom wasn't.
He had green/brown tentacles coming out of his skin as the potion had covered him. "Longbottom!" I yelled, he quivered. "Idiot boy! How hard can it be to follow the book! Take the mixture to a boil //then// add the monkshood!" I went right up to the boy. "For that you be joining Potter in detention tomorrow night."
"Stop it!" A voice yelled. I lifted my head up to see who it was. Potter was on his feet. "Why do you do this! It can't be you really, you can't be this cold really!"
"How dare you." I whispered walking slowly up to his bench.
"Why are you like this. Are you now really like this, or do you do this because the woman you love is dead."
Silence. I swallowed. "Get back to work."
"No, what did Neville do wrong? It's not his fault that she's dead, so stop blaming every body."
"I only blame three people Potter for her death they are, the man who killed her, my self.and you."
Again to my surprise Potter remained silent. But Weasley his best friend didn't. "How can you blame Harry, just because some dead girlfriend of yours is dead. What did Harry do."
"Shut up Ron." Harry said to him. "Just shut up."
"Why?"
"He's right that's why."
And the rest was silent.
And that made three. Potter, Longbottom, and now Weasley. "I don't know why I'm in here. All I did was stick up for you Harry." Potter wasn't saying any thing. "Look sir, I'm real sorry for your girlfriend, loosing a loved one must be horrid bad. But it wasn't Harry's fault, or yours for that matter."
I raised my head and looked at Potter, who looked awfully depressed. "Potter seems to agree with me, don't you Potter?"
Potter said nothing. "Don't listen to him Harry," Ron was telling him, "He's just trying to make you feel bad. It's not your fault."
"But it is."
Ron sighed, "See what you did, now he believes all this crap that you told him sir."
"It wasn't him, I knew it all along Ron. Just.leave it."
If I was mistaken, which I doubted I was, (I wasn't that type of person to admit self-defeat.) there were tears in Potters eyes.
"Look Harry, I'm sorry."
"Don't be,"
"I." I slumped down. Why had I said what I said? Anger probably. But still it was no excuse. Lily would have killed me, if she were still alive. "Weasley" I said, "Take yourself ten points."
"Ok sir."
"And you can go." Stunned, Weasley got up and went.
"Can I go?" Longbottom asked.
"No."
"Oh ok," and he got on with what he had be assigned to do. Harry on the other hand wasn't. He was running his quill on a ridge that somebody had vandalised on the bench he was at.
"Potter."
He gave me a sharp glare just like his mother used to give. A glare that I had copied. I shook my head and he carried on what he was doing.
When their hour detention was up they were free to go. "Potter, a word." He sighed and stayed behind but he didn't sit.
"I'll wait outside for you Harry." Longbottom said. Harry nodded and turned to me.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"You do know what your middle name is don't you."
"Yes!" Harry gritted "Unfortunately"
I smiled. "I wasn't too chuffed myself." Harry's head shot up.
"Oh thanks." He said sarcastically. "That's just what I wanted to hear. You can't be as pissed as I was when //I// found out. Actually I didn't, I merely guessed. So tell me, am I?"
"Yes." I said to him. "Henry James Severus Potter. Much to my dislike."
A/N: Ok this is a pre slash Harry Snape fic. So nothing's going to happen for a while yet, and even when it does it won't be so disgusting or any thing. So even if u are completely horrified by Harry having sex with a man who went to school with his father, or just don't want to picture Snape naked (I'm one of them, the man is too old for Harry in my opinion.) I hope that you can still enjoy this story.
And also, I had quite a view reviews about the breaking up of paragraphs, I don't blame u I hate it when ppl don't do that either. But I did. Something on ff.net screwed and, I've double spaced the paragraphs now, so I hope it'll be easier to read.
Also in case u didn't read when I said, I happen to be British and I don't mean to be insulting to a certain person who will remain anonymous (mainly because I can't remember their name) But us Brits do use slang words like yup and kid too. We're not all stereotypical upper class snobs like the movies seem to think. Again, I don't mean to insult any one and thanks for all ur reviews and practical criticisms! Rain (
Chapter 2--- All along the watchtower
There he sat in front of me, waiting to know his punishment. Two days had passed since I tried to embarrass him. And now he sat waiting. I leant forward my chest leaning on my clasped hands, sneering at him.
"Would you be so kind to explain what happened?"
"It wasn't my fault Professor, it was Malfoy."
I swallowed. "I wouldn't go around blaming others for your flaws.Mr Potter."
"I don't go down that far.sir."
The sneer that I wore fell drastically some how. "Explain."
"Well," he tried to say. "Malfoy bumped into me, he spilt his potion pretending that it was mine. He framed me sir!" he paused. "I don't know what the big deal is any way."
I leant back and I heard the wooden chair creak under the strain. "The 'big deal' is Mr Potter is that three of my students are hospitalised, and dislike them as I may it is still my job to follow it up."
".And of course I'm the culprit, it's always the same. Blame Harry, he was there he must have done it."
"That is not true and you know it." I whispered to him my anger level rising. "Ever since you have come to Hogwarts great leniency has been shown, you have got away with expulsion. It was the same with your father, he was a pigheaded know it all just like yourself. "
Harry said nothing to that to my surprise "Did I mention Hogwarts at all? And how can you say all those things about me, you don't even know me!" He stood up, his voice, to my amazement, still calm. His great green eyes shining bright, just like his mothers. In the full four years that I had known the boy he'd grown both mentally and physically.
The rat nest that was his hair, and become tamer and he'd scrapped the glasses and had got a muggle invention, contact lenses. Harry continued ranting at me. ".Your so judge mental!" and with that he stormed out of the classroom.
Instead of chasing him, I did the thing that came naturally to me. I opened up my top right-hand draw and pulled out a white detention slip and filled it out.
The next day in my fifth year potions class as soon as Potter came in I gave him his detention slip. Rolling his eyes the boy took his seat at the back of the class. It was an uneventful class, except that Longbottom thought that it was high time that he melted another cauldron. With a wave of my wand the orange potion had completely cleaned up. But Longbottom wasn't.
He had green/brown tentacles coming out of his skin as the potion had covered him. "Longbottom!" I yelled, he quivered. "Idiot boy! How hard can it be to follow the book! Take the mixture to a boil //then// add the monkshood!" I went right up to the boy. "For that you be joining Potter in detention tomorrow night."
"Stop it!" A voice yelled. I lifted my head up to see who it was. Potter was on his feet. "Why do you do this! It can't be you really, you can't be this cold really!"
"How dare you." I whispered walking slowly up to his bench.
"Why are you like this. Are you now really like this, or do you do this because the woman you love is dead."
Silence. I swallowed. "Get back to work."
"No, what did Neville do wrong? It's not his fault that she's dead, so stop blaming every body."
"I only blame three people Potter for her death they are, the man who killed her, my self.and you."
Again to my surprise Potter remained silent. But Weasley his best friend didn't. "How can you blame Harry, just because some dead girlfriend of yours is dead. What did Harry do."
"Shut up Ron." Harry said to him. "Just shut up."
"Why?"
"He's right that's why."
And the rest was silent.
And that made three. Potter, Longbottom, and now Weasley. "I don't know why I'm in here. All I did was stick up for you Harry." Potter wasn't saying any thing. "Look sir, I'm real sorry for your girlfriend, loosing a loved one must be horrid bad. But it wasn't Harry's fault, or yours for that matter."
I raised my head and looked at Potter, who looked awfully depressed. "Potter seems to agree with me, don't you Potter?"
Potter said nothing. "Don't listen to him Harry," Ron was telling him, "He's just trying to make you feel bad. It's not your fault."
"But it is."
Ron sighed, "See what you did, now he believes all this crap that you told him sir."
"It wasn't him, I knew it all along Ron. Just.leave it."
If I was mistaken, which I doubted I was, (I wasn't that type of person to admit self-defeat.) there were tears in Potters eyes.
"Look Harry, I'm sorry."
"Don't be,"
"I." I slumped down. Why had I said what I said? Anger probably. But still it was no excuse. Lily would have killed me, if she were still alive. "Weasley" I said, "Take yourself ten points."
"Ok sir."
"And you can go." Stunned, Weasley got up and went.
"Can I go?" Longbottom asked.
"No."
"Oh ok," and he got on with what he had be assigned to do. Harry on the other hand wasn't. He was running his quill on a ridge that somebody had vandalised on the bench he was at.
"Potter."
He gave me a sharp glare just like his mother used to give. A glare that I had copied. I shook my head and he carried on what he was doing.
When their hour detention was up they were free to go. "Potter, a word." He sighed and stayed behind but he didn't sit.
"I'll wait outside for you Harry." Longbottom said. Harry nodded and turned to me.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"You do know what your middle name is don't you."
"Yes!" Harry gritted "Unfortunately"
I smiled. "I wasn't too chuffed myself." Harry's head shot up.
"Oh thanks." He said sarcastically. "That's just what I wanted to hear. You can't be as pissed as I was when //I// found out. Actually I didn't, I merely guessed. So tell me, am I?"
"Yes." I said to him. "Henry James Severus Potter. Much to my dislike."