Note: I somehow don't know if this story will be as popular as my other
fic, but I'm hoping it will be. I have no idea how good it is, and I don't
know if you guys even like it, but I really hope you do. It's not too bad.
Please read and review and tell me honestly what you think. By the way my
other fic is The Malfoy's Big Secret, and it's okay so check it out if you
want to. I'm thinking of writing a funny one set in the marauders time
next, if you think of any ideas for that feel free to tell me, they must be
really outrageous.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, J.K Rowling does. Any story line, magical spell, word or character that you read and think, 'Hey I've heard that somewhere before,' well you have from J.K Rowling's fabulous works. Like I said I don't own anything, except the story.
...... Okay now for chapter 2.... I hope you like it ..... if you don't than please just humor me......
Dumbledore's Trust!!
Chapter 2: An unshared trust.
Harry wasted no time. He ran over to where his old Defense against the Dark Arts professor and good friend, Remus Lupin lay and he desperately tried to wake him. Professor McGonagall arrived at his side seconds later.
'Remus, Remus, can you here me,' McGonagall cried desperately. She felt his wrist; obviously, Harry thought to find a pulse. She let out a sigh, which told Harry that he was alive, thankfully.
'He's not dead,' McGonagall said to Harry reassuringly. 'But what happ-,' McGonagall suddenly rounded on Snape, who was still standing near the door. 'Explain yourself,' she told him raising her voice and sounding angrier than Harry had ever heard her before.
Snape let go of the door and tried his hardest to walk to his desk but he couldn't cover up his limp. He seemed to get slower and slower, his attempt at a walk turned into a painful limp and eventually he was dragging his leg behind him. Each movement seemed to cost him an extreme effort. Harry had seen the same painful expression on his best friend Ron's face three years ago when his leg was snapped on one of the Womping Willow's branches.
Snape finally made it to his desk, where he sat on the edge of it. A huge weight seemed to lift off his face as he sat down; his arm fell loosely to his side. Harry saw that it was severely scratched and was covered in blood, and that wasn't all, his eye was beginning to turn an odd shade of purple and his lip was split in several places. McGonagall seemed to notice this also, but she didn't soften her glance, instead she just continued to stare at Snape, obviously waiting for an answer.
Lupin let out a painful grown and rolled from his side onto his back, but he did not open his eyes. Lupin looked just as bad as Snape did. Not only was he obviously still unconscious but his hand was sticking out at an odd angle, he had a deep cut across his right cheek and his ankle was dripping blood.
McGonagall seemed to note Lupin's injury's as well because her face softened and she appeared on the verge of tears.
Harry suddenly heard footsteps and turned to see McGonagall taking a few menacing steps towards Snape.
'Well, answer me, what in the world happened here.'
Snape was shifting uncomfortably as he looked first at Lupin than at himself than all around at his office. He was obviously trying to make up some stupid excuse as to what happened. For the first time Harry looked around at the dungeon as well. It looked as though a bomb had gone off. Shelves had been knocked over, the ingredients which were placed on them, scattered around the room. Glass was everywhere with different coloured liquids and substances flooding the floor. One of the windows was broken, the curtains were half off their pegs and the door had deep scratch marks in it. A slight understanding suddenly came over Harry, an understanding which McGonagall clearly didn't get because she made her way closer to Snape, with her eyes burning a hole into his.
'Don't you ignore me Snape,' she yelled uncontrollably. 'I want an explanation for all of this.'
'This is hardly my fault-,' Snape began to hiss out, 'Lupin came here to talk to me about something, but the stupid fool forgot it was a full moon and so he transformed and attacked me.'
McGonagall let out a snort in disbelief. Snape pointed over to where Harry and Lupin were, 'I put him in there to stop him from destroying my office further, and he knocked himself out.'
Snape finished his story with a lethal expression on his face, aimed straight at the pile of rags that was Lupin.
As much as Harry despised Snape, he actually believed his story. Well most of it. He had heard about how vicious and destructive Lupin could be during his transformations, but what he didn't believe was that Lupin would be coming to talk to Snape. They weren't exactly friends and talking to one another was defiantly not the top priority on their "Thing's to do" list. Perhaps, Harry thought, that it had something to do with the Order of the Phoenix.
'You expect me to believe that garbage,' McGonagall spat at Snape.
Harry was slightly taken aback. McGonagall knew about Lupin being a ware wolf, so why was she doubting Snape.
'This is his fault, not mine,' Snape said raising his voice slightly to make this point, 'If you don't believe me than wait until he wakes up and you can ask him for yourself.'
McGonagall didn't seem satisfied with his response. 'What if he never wakes up,' she questioned, 'I'm afraid this is out of my hands Severus, I have to tell Dumbledore about this right away.'
Harry suddenly realized something. Despite the fact that Dumbledore trusted Snape regardless of the fact he was a death eater, McGonagall obviously didn't. Harry and Ron both didn't trust Snape but because Dumbledore did they just assumed that all the teachers trusted him. It became blindingly obvious to Harry that this was not the case. If McGonagall didn't trust Snape, and she was the most understanding teacher Harry knew apart from Dumbledore, than who, besides his headmaster, did?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, J.K Rowling does. Any story line, magical spell, word or character that you read and think, 'Hey I've heard that somewhere before,' well you have from J.K Rowling's fabulous works. Like I said I don't own anything, except the story.
...... Okay now for chapter 2.... I hope you like it ..... if you don't than please just humor me......
Dumbledore's Trust!!
Chapter 2: An unshared trust.
Harry wasted no time. He ran over to where his old Defense against the Dark Arts professor and good friend, Remus Lupin lay and he desperately tried to wake him. Professor McGonagall arrived at his side seconds later.
'Remus, Remus, can you here me,' McGonagall cried desperately. She felt his wrist; obviously, Harry thought to find a pulse. She let out a sigh, which told Harry that he was alive, thankfully.
'He's not dead,' McGonagall said to Harry reassuringly. 'But what happ-,' McGonagall suddenly rounded on Snape, who was still standing near the door. 'Explain yourself,' she told him raising her voice and sounding angrier than Harry had ever heard her before.
Snape let go of the door and tried his hardest to walk to his desk but he couldn't cover up his limp. He seemed to get slower and slower, his attempt at a walk turned into a painful limp and eventually he was dragging his leg behind him. Each movement seemed to cost him an extreme effort. Harry had seen the same painful expression on his best friend Ron's face three years ago when his leg was snapped on one of the Womping Willow's branches.
Snape finally made it to his desk, where he sat on the edge of it. A huge weight seemed to lift off his face as he sat down; his arm fell loosely to his side. Harry saw that it was severely scratched and was covered in blood, and that wasn't all, his eye was beginning to turn an odd shade of purple and his lip was split in several places. McGonagall seemed to notice this also, but she didn't soften her glance, instead she just continued to stare at Snape, obviously waiting for an answer.
Lupin let out a painful grown and rolled from his side onto his back, but he did not open his eyes. Lupin looked just as bad as Snape did. Not only was he obviously still unconscious but his hand was sticking out at an odd angle, he had a deep cut across his right cheek and his ankle was dripping blood.
McGonagall seemed to note Lupin's injury's as well because her face softened and she appeared on the verge of tears.
Harry suddenly heard footsteps and turned to see McGonagall taking a few menacing steps towards Snape.
'Well, answer me, what in the world happened here.'
Snape was shifting uncomfortably as he looked first at Lupin than at himself than all around at his office. He was obviously trying to make up some stupid excuse as to what happened. For the first time Harry looked around at the dungeon as well. It looked as though a bomb had gone off. Shelves had been knocked over, the ingredients which were placed on them, scattered around the room. Glass was everywhere with different coloured liquids and substances flooding the floor. One of the windows was broken, the curtains were half off their pegs and the door had deep scratch marks in it. A slight understanding suddenly came over Harry, an understanding which McGonagall clearly didn't get because she made her way closer to Snape, with her eyes burning a hole into his.
'Don't you ignore me Snape,' she yelled uncontrollably. 'I want an explanation for all of this.'
'This is hardly my fault-,' Snape began to hiss out, 'Lupin came here to talk to me about something, but the stupid fool forgot it was a full moon and so he transformed and attacked me.'
McGonagall let out a snort in disbelief. Snape pointed over to where Harry and Lupin were, 'I put him in there to stop him from destroying my office further, and he knocked himself out.'
Snape finished his story with a lethal expression on his face, aimed straight at the pile of rags that was Lupin.
As much as Harry despised Snape, he actually believed his story. Well most of it. He had heard about how vicious and destructive Lupin could be during his transformations, but what he didn't believe was that Lupin would be coming to talk to Snape. They weren't exactly friends and talking to one another was defiantly not the top priority on their "Thing's to do" list. Perhaps, Harry thought, that it had something to do with the Order of the Phoenix.
'You expect me to believe that garbage,' McGonagall spat at Snape.
Harry was slightly taken aback. McGonagall knew about Lupin being a ware wolf, so why was she doubting Snape.
'This is his fault, not mine,' Snape said raising his voice slightly to make this point, 'If you don't believe me than wait until he wakes up and you can ask him for yourself.'
McGonagall didn't seem satisfied with his response. 'What if he never wakes up,' she questioned, 'I'm afraid this is out of my hands Severus, I have to tell Dumbledore about this right away.'
Harry suddenly realized something. Despite the fact that Dumbledore trusted Snape regardless of the fact he was a death eater, McGonagall obviously didn't. Harry and Ron both didn't trust Snape but because Dumbledore did they just assumed that all the teachers trusted him. It became blindingly obvious to Harry that this was not the case. If McGonagall didn't trust Snape, and she was the most understanding teacher Harry knew apart from Dumbledore, than who, besides his headmaster, did?