Into the mind of a Spy - (Part 4) New Uses
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Disclaimer- My surname is Evans, not Rowling.
Vague guide- Snape realises what he must now do for the Order as he can no longer spy.
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Last chapter....
"Welcome to Snape Manor" said Snape, seeming unmoved by the situation.
"Oh" said Harry slowly "Decor's nicer than I'd have expected."
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"What were you expecting?" asked Snape emotionlessly.
"Black, black and more black" replied Harry "With lots of cold stone walls and Slytherin green."
"I've just rescued you Potter, be nice or I'll send you back" replied Snape coldly.
Harry said nothing, he had no intention of making the man loose his rag even though he presumed Snape would not send him back. There was complete silence as Snape glared at him and Harry stood his ground. Finally it was Harry who broke.
"Sorry sir, I'm just used to you in the dungeons i guess" he mumbled, waiting for a harsh reply but none came. Snape just looked at him blankly for a few seconds before turning away.
"Follow me and I'll show you to you're room" Snape instructed before walking off, Harry had to jog to catch up with him.
They walked in silence down one corridor, then down another, then up a flight of stairs and onto another corridor where Snape stopped by the first door. It was becoming apparent to Harry that this was a fairly big house, not even a house, it was a bloody castle. One of the corridors had been by the outer wall, it had slots in the walls like those medieval castles and was made of the cold grey stone that Harry represented with the Dungeons. It was bloody cold too, the early morning chill really got into the corridor as did the breeze, but the inside of the castle was warm. Harry guessed that it must be spelled as no fire or heating system could keep it warm.
"You know" Harry started "When you said Snape Manor i expected it to be a mansion, not a castle"
Snape didn't say anything, he just looked at him blankly as if he was being stupid. Snape opened the door they had been standing by and Harry tried to think of something to say as he followed him into the room.
"It's nice though" Harry said, stumbling over his words "Pretty big too, seems cosy though....oh my god is this my room?"
Harry looked round the surroundings with his eyebrow raised. It was a big room, nearly two times bigger than his shared dorm at Hogwarts. It had a big four poster bed at the far end of the room with a big cupboard and set of drawers. There was a large window seat by the bed which had a view over the grounds. The near side of the room to Harry had a large couch, coffee table and a desk. All the wood in the room was a light colour, maybe birch, and the rest of the room was a tinted white, Harry thought it may be apple white. The only real colour in the room was the bed, couch and window seat which were all a rich green colour. The colour was similar to Slytherin green, perhaps a shade darker, but it was pleasant. There was also a door which Harry presumed led to a bathroom. Snape's voice broke the silence that had endured as Harry had stood admiring the room.
"Royal enough for you Potter?" said Snape scathingly, giving the boy a glare. Harry didn't feel angry though, he was still admiring the room.
"It's nearly as big as my Aunt and Uncle's house" exclaimed Harry "Although far more tasteful"
"Bloody hell" he continued "This sure beats a cupboard under the stairs and Dudley's second room"
Snape's expression shifted slightly and Harry noted that the man looked less upright, there was a glimpse of an expression that Harry could not read but it was gone all to quickly.
"I'm sure Dumbledore will have your stuff brought here tomorrow" stated Snape, his voice low and quiet "Its late and you should sleep."
"Thank you" said Harry, and he meant it.
"If you need me I'll be in the next wing, you just turn right and go through the big door, my room is the one at the bottom of the corridor." Snape said, his tone neutral. He gave Harry no chance to reply however as he turned quickly and swept out the room, closing the door behind him.
Harry stood staring at the door for a while, confused by Snape's odd changes in tone and mood. The man was a total lunatic, completely unpredictable, completely unreadable and completely fascinating. Harry scowled at his last thought, he made the man sound like some sort of lab animal for studying. Snape was fascinating though. Dark, mysterious, arrogant, irritating, irritable, judgemental, sarcastic, biting, bitter, twisted, self-loathing, anti-social bastard and absolutely fascinating.
Harry tried to stop thinking about it and got into the large bed. The thing was big enough to fit at least 4 people in comfortably, he could get lost in the bloody thing. He took his glasses of and set them down on the bed side table and lay on his back. It was still light.
"Erm....light of" said Harry hopefully, but to no avail.
"Oh for crying out loud" he muttered irritably "Go bloody dark"
That worked. The room fell into pitch blackness instantly and Harry smiled, Snape being Snape he could imagine everything in his Manor only working if it had been told of. Probably the only type of instruction the place knew.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, he needed sleep badly, yet it was a long time coming.
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Snape lay on his bed fully clothed, with his eyes closed, mulling over the situation. He'd rescued Potter and now he was no longer a spy. He was now useless to the Order, what could he do for them now he was no longer a spy?
He knew he should contact Dumbledore through the floo system to tell him his hero was safe. Although he presumed Dumbledore would have contacted him if the man was unsure what had happened. No, Albus Dumbledore was waiting for him to get in touch, giving him some time to get himself together.
He had no idea what to say to the older man, he just had a sickening feeling about what his use would now be. Potter could not go back to Hogwarts for the summer, to few of the faculty were there to protect him. Now with Snape joining Harry on Voldemort's most wanted dead list the school would not be safe if the two of them where there. No, he knew what Dumbledore would want of him. Snape Manor's wards were just as good, possibly better than Hogwarts, they would be safest here. Potter would have to stay here with him, he'd have to become his guardian, his tutor, is protector. Every emotion left within him screamed against this happening, against having James Potter's son under his roof. Yet every bit of moral fibre he had left countered his emotions with the knowledge that Harry was not his father and he needed Snape's help. Eventually his common sense and intellect won over the battle, Potter would stay and he would progress under Snape's guidance. If the prophesy was true than Potter would need to build his strength. If the boy could save the Wizard world from the Dark Lord then it was Snape's duty to help. He owed it to Albus, he owed it to the Order, he was indebted to James bloody Potter and he needed to do this for himself. All was decided then, Potter would stay, Dumbledore need not spend hours persuading him like the older man would surely suspect, Snape had already lumbered the boy on his self. He would be Serverus Snape, protector of the 'boy that lived' and the boy who must hate him.
That was another sickening feeling, saying that he and Potter did not get on was an understatement, however, Snape Manor is large enough them to avoid each other as much as possible.
Snape sighed to himself and got of the bed, making his way over to the fireplace. He took out his wand and started the fire, tapping irritably on the mantelpiece above it he muttered Dumbledore's name at the flames. Within second's Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace, the man looked tired and stressed.
"Albus" Serverus greeted evenly, waiting for the older man to begin speaking.
"Serverus" Albus replied calmly "Bad business tonight Serverus"
"You don't say" Snape replied curtly.
"You did well tonight my boy" stated Albus, some pride in his voice.
"Goody" muttered Snape, not feeling amazingly worthy of Albus' proud statement.
"Is he okay?" asked Albus suddenly, his expression gave away his worry.
"He's fine, he's in his room now" Snape replied "He wasn't hurt, although Lucius ragged him round a bit"
"I thought he was safe" stated Albus simply.
"He's safe now" stated Snape, deciding against arguing with the man.
"Yes"replied Albus "What about you?"
"I'm safe" Snape replied casually, knowing it wasn't what the older man meant. Albus glared at him in responce.
"I'm fine" said Snape more seriously "I got to kick Lucius in the face, I've been longing to do that for years"
Dumbledore smiled at this comment and Snape could here Lupin's voice in the background muttering something about breaking Lucius' bones.
"Right" cut in Albus "I'm afraid there are important things to discuss my boy, but I'll leave them for tomorrow when i bring Harry's belongings."
"No need" muttered Snape "I can guess"
"Potter and I cant stay at Hogwarts, it wouldn't be safe. So obviously he has to stay here with me."
"Quick as ever" said Albus cheerfully "You'll do it then?"
"Yes" muttered Snape gruffly.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Albus "Thought i was going to have to spend hours on that topic...jolly good."
"I'll pop round at about 11 then" said Albus cheerfully "Goodnight Serverus!"
"Night" muttered Serverus wearily and Albus disappeared. Snape waved his wand at the fire again and it went out.
"Bloody hell" muttered Snape to himself. How an earth he was going to cope with the boy for the next four weeks was beyond him, especially as he had felt slightly guilty for snapping at him earlier on, he'd tried to hide it but he knew he must have seemed odd to Potter when he'd quietened down suddenly. How the hell was he going to cope if he couldn't be horrid to the boy?
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Hey, i hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have to admit I'm not sure whether this is going to be a friendship
or relationship fic. I think I'll keep this title as a friendship/ father figure fic and do another version of the same
fic under a similar title introducing a relationship. Not sure yet though, I'll see how it goes.
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Disclaimer- My surname is Evans, not Rowling.
Vague guide- Snape realises what he must now do for the Order as he can no longer spy.
********************************************************************************************
Last chapter....
"Welcome to Snape Manor" said Snape, seeming unmoved by the situation.
"Oh" said Harry slowly "Decor's nicer than I'd have expected."
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"What were you expecting?" asked Snape emotionlessly.
"Black, black and more black" replied Harry "With lots of cold stone walls and Slytherin green."
"I've just rescued you Potter, be nice or I'll send you back" replied Snape coldly.
Harry said nothing, he had no intention of making the man loose his rag even though he presumed Snape would not send him back. There was complete silence as Snape glared at him and Harry stood his ground. Finally it was Harry who broke.
"Sorry sir, I'm just used to you in the dungeons i guess" he mumbled, waiting for a harsh reply but none came. Snape just looked at him blankly for a few seconds before turning away.
"Follow me and I'll show you to you're room" Snape instructed before walking off, Harry had to jog to catch up with him.
They walked in silence down one corridor, then down another, then up a flight of stairs and onto another corridor where Snape stopped by the first door. It was becoming apparent to Harry that this was a fairly big house, not even a house, it was a bloody castle. One of the corridors had been by the outer wall, it had slots in the walls like those medieval castles and was made of the cold grey stone that Harry represented with the Dungeons. It was bloody cold too, the early morning chill really got into the corridor as did the breeze, but the inside of the castle was warm. Harry guessed that it must be spelled as no fire or heating system could keep it warm.
"You know" Harry started "When you said Snape Manor i expected it to be a mansion, not a castle"
Snape didn't say anything, he just looked at him blankly as if he was being stupid. Snape opened the door they had been standing by and Harry tried to think of something to say as he followed him into the room.
"It's nice though" Harry said, stumbling over his words "Pretty big too, seems cosy though....oh my god is this my room?"
Harry looked round the surroundings with his eyebrow raised. It was a big room, nearly two times bigger than his shared dorm at Hogwarts. It had a big four poster bed at the far end of the room with a big cupboard and set of drawers. There was a large window seat by the bed which had a view over the grounds. The near side of the room to Harry had a large couch, coffee table and a desk. All the wood in the room was a light colour, maybe birch, and the rest of the room was a tinted white, Harry thought it may be apple white. The only real colour in the room was the bed, couch and window seat which were all a rich green colour. The colour was similar to Slytherin green, perhaps a shade darker, but it was pleasant. There was also a door which Harry presumed led to a bathroom. Snape's voice broke the silence that had endured as Harry had stood admiring the room.
"Royal enough for you Potter?" said Snape scathingly, giving the boy a glare. Harry didn't feel angry though, he was still admiring the room.
"It's nearly as big as my Aunt and Uncle's house" exclaimed Harry "Although far more tasteful"
"Bloody hell" he continued "This sure beats a cupboard under the stairs and Dudley's second room"
Snape's expression shifted slightly and Harry noted that the man looked less upright, there was a glimpse of an expression that Harry could not read but it was gone all to quickly.
"I'm sure Dumbledore will have your stuff brought here tomorrow" stated Snape, his voice low and quiet "Its late and you should sleep."
"Thank you" said Harry, and he meant it.
"If you need me I'll be in the next wing, you just turn right and go through the big door, my room is the one at the bottom of the corridor." Snape said, his tone neutral. He gave Harry no chance to reply however as he turned quickly and swept out the room, closing the door behind him.
Harry stood staring at the door for a while, confused by Snape's odd changes in tone and mood. The man was a total lunatic, completely unpredictable, completely unreadable and completely fascinating. Harry scowled at his last thought, he made the man sound like some sort of lab animal for studying. Snape was fascinating though. Dark, mysterious, arrogant, irritating, irritable, judgemental, sarcastic, biting, bitter, twisted, self-loathing, anti-social bastard and absolutely fascinating.
Harry tried to stop thinking about it and got into the large bed. The thing was big enough to fit at least 4 people in comfortably, he could get lost in the bloody thing. He took his glasses of and set them down on the bed side table and lay on his back. It was still light.
"Erm....light of" said Harry hopefully, but to no avail.
"Oh for crying out loud" he muttered irritably "Go bloody dark"
That worked. The room fell into pitch blackness instantly and Harry smiled, Snape being Snape he could imagine everything in his Manor only working if it had been told of. Probably the only type of instruction the place knew.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, he needed sleep badly, yet it was a long time coming.
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Snape lay on his bed fully clothed, with his eyes closed, mulling over the situation. He'd rescued Potter and now he was no longer a spy. He was now useless to the Order, what could he do for them now he was no longer a spy?
He knew he should contact Dumbledore through the floo system to tell him his hero was safe. Although he presumed Dumbledore would have contacted him if the man was unsure what had happened. No, Albus Dumbledore was waiting for him to get in touch, giving him some time to get himself together.
He had no idea what to say to the older man, he just had a sickening feeling about what his use would now be. Potter could not go back to Hogwarts for the summer, to few of the faculty were there to protect him. Now with Snape joining Harry on Voldemort's most wanted dead list the school would not be safe if the two of them where there. No, he knew what Dumbledore would want of him. Snape Manor's wards were just as good, possibly better than Hogwarts, they would be safest here. Potter would have to stay here with him, he'd have to become his guardian, his tutor, is protector. Every emotion left within him screamed against this happening, against having James Potter's son under his roof. Yet every bit of moral fibre he had left countered his emotions with the knowledge that Harry was not his father and he needed Snape's help. Eventually his common sense and intellect won over the battle, Potter would stay and he would progress under Snape's guidance. If the prophesy was true than Potter would need to build his strength. If the boy could save the Wizard world from the Dark Lord then it was Snape's duty to help. He owed it to Albus, he owed it to the Order, he was indebted to James bloody Potter and he needed to do this for himself. All was decided then, Potter would stay, Dumbledore need not spend hours persuading him like the older man would surely suspect, Snape had already lumbered the boy on his self. He would be Serverus Snape, protector of the 'boy that lived' and the boy who must hate him.
That was another sickening feeling, saying that he and Potter did not get on was an understatement, however, Snape Manor is large enough them to avoid each other as much as possible.
Snape sighed to himself and got of the bed, making his way over to the fireplace. He took out his wand and started the fire, tapping irritably on the mantelpiece above it he muttered Dumbledore's name at the flames. Within second's Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace, the man looked tired and stressed.
"Albus" Serverus greeted evenly, waiting for the older man to begin speaking.
"Serverus" Albus replied calmly "Bad business tonight Serverus"
"You don't say" Snape replied curtly.
"You did well tonight my boy" stated Albus, some pride in his voice.
"Goody" muttered Snape, not feeling amazingly worthy of Albus' proud statement.
"Is he okay?" asked Albus suddenly, his expression gave away his worry.
"He's fine, he's in his room now" Snape replied "He wasn't hurt, although Lucius ragged him round a bit"
"I thought he was safe" stated Albus simply.
"He's safe now" stated Snape, deciding against arguing with the man.
"Yes"replied Albus "What about you?"
"I'm safe" Snape replied casually, knowing it wasn't what the older man meant. Albus glared at him in responce.
"I'm fine" said Snape more seriously "I got to kick Lucius in the face, I've been longing to do that for years"
Dumbledore smiled at this comment and Snape could here Lupin's voice in the background muttering something about breaking Lucius' bones.
"Right" cut in Albus "I'm afraid there are important things to discuss my boy, but I'll leave them for tomorrow when i bring Harry's belongings."
"No need" muttered Snape "I can guess"
"Potter and I cant stay at Hogwarts, it wouldn't be safe. So obviously he has to stay here with me."
"Quick as ever" said Albus cheerfully "You'll do it then?"
"Yes" muttered Snape gruffly.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Albus "Thought i was going to have to spend hours on that topic...jolly good."
"I'll pop round at about 11 then" said Albus cheerfully "Goodnight Serverus!"
"Night" muttered Serverus wearily and Albus disappeared. Snape waved his wand at the fire again and it went out.
"Bloody hell" muttered Snape to himself. How an earth he was going to cope with the boy for the next four weeks was beyond him, especially as he had felt slightly guilty for snapping at him earlier on, he'd tried to hide it but he knew he must have seemed odd to Potter when he'd quietened down suddenly. How the hell was he going to cope if he couldn't be horrid to the boy?
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Hey, i hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have to admit I'm not sure whether this is going to be a friendship
or relationship fic. I think I'll keep this title as a friendship/ father figure fic and do another version of the same
fic under a similar title introducing a relationship. Not sure yet though, I'll see how it goes.
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