Disclaimer: Oh, just leave me alone already.
Notes: After that happy little interlude, we re-enter an angst zone again with rocky confrontations ahead. Wheeee! Review!
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Of Wolf and Man
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The door slammed shut. Harry looked up from where he sat on Snape's leather sofa, finishing off the breakfast Dobby had brought him. The older man's eyes glittered dangerously. Harry blinked innocently up at him, big green eyes clear.
"There's talk of a wolf in the school last night," Snape said evenly. But his eyes were clearly shouting in fury. Harry's breath skipped.
"A wolf?"
"Indeed." Snape glided across the room, robes doing that freaky billowing thing they did so well. Harry swallowed and slowly put the tray down. "Now, I must ask myself... Why would a wolf be in the school last night? After all, no native wolves live near here, and unless the renegade werewolf that bit you was coming back to finish the job... which I doubt since I'm not that lucky... I wonder who it could be."
"I don't know," Harry lied, rather poorly.
Snape strode over to Harry and slammed his hands down on the dark ebony coffee table. Harry winced. "Don't lie boy! I know it was you! It couldn't have been Lupin, though I wouldn't put it past him, because witnesses say it was black with burning green eyes! How many other black-furred, green- eyed werewolves are living in the school?!"
Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, but he couldn't think of anything convincing. All the arguments he could think of sounded stupid.
"What did you think you were doing, Potter?! Gallivanting around the school like that! What if you set off a panic?! Do you want everyone to find out you're a werewolf? A monster? A freak?! Parents would demand you be thrown out at once! And where would you go? I doubt your Muggle family would take you back! There are even some who would kill a werewolf on sight!" Snape fell silent, breathing heavily.
Harry stared at his hands.
"But..." he said softly. "But I wasn't a danger... I was fine with the Wolfsbane..."
Snape reared back to his full height again, looming over the scrawny boy. "That doesn't matter, you stupid boy!" He shook his head. "You really think you're invincible, don't you? Every year that you've been here you've done stupid, reckless things despite the rules set on you. But the famous Harry Potter is above rules. Even if they are there for his own safety."
Harry turned away. He hadn't even considered the threat to himself. Apparently he was the only one who hadn't. Even Ron had thought of it.
"I..."
"Tonight I'm warding the entire apartments," Snape growled. "If you so much as move a hair out of the boundaries of my rooms, I'll know the second it happens."
Harry nodded numbly.
Snape whirled around and left again, muttering to himself. Harry sighed and slumped on the couch, lost in his own miserable thoughts. Snape was right. He hated to admit it, but he was. There were many people who would consider him a monster and a freak if they ever found out that he was a werewolf now. And there were many more who would demand he be kicked out. So many would hate him, and it wasn't even his fault!
Maybe he should go ahead and tell everyone the truth. Then he could skip this horrible hiding and skulking about during the full moons.
Harry gathered his knees close to him and hugged them tightly. What should he do?
Dumbledore. Harry would go talk to Dumbledore. Surely the wise old headmaster would be able to advise Harry on the best course of action. Harry stood and hurried to the door of Snape's quarters. With a quick glance up and down the hallway outside to assure that he could find his way back if needed, he hurried off through the dungeons.
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AN: Gah! It's so short! Sorry! But I've been having trouble writing... A little writer's block. So I figured I'd scrape together something and post it for now. Leave me a nice long review and maybe I'll be able to get my inspiration back.
Notes: After that happy little interlude, we re-enter an angst zone again with rocky confrontations ahead. Wheeee! Review!
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Of Wolf and Man
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The door slammed shut. Harry looked up from where he sat on Snape's leather sofa, finishing off the breakfast Dobby had brought him. The older man's eyes glittered dangerously. Harry blinked innocently up at him, big green eyes clear.
"There's talk of a wolf in the school last night," Snape said evenly. But his eyes were clearly shouting in fury. Harry's breath skipped.
"A wolf?"
"Indeed." Snape glided across the room, robes doing that freaky billowing thing they did so well. Harry swallowed and slowly put the tray down. "Now, I must ask myself... Why would a wolf be in the school last night? After all, no native wolves live near here, and unless the renegade werewolf that bit you was coming back to finish the job... which I doubt since I'm not that lucky... I wonder who it could be."
"I don't know," Harry lied, rather poorly.
Snape strode over to Harry and slammed his hands down on the dark ebony coffee table. Harry winced. "Don't lie boy! I know it was you! It couldn't have been Lupin, though I wouldn't put it past him, because witnesses say it was black with burning green eyes! How many other black-furred, green- eyed werewolves are living in the school?!"
Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, but he couldn't think of anything convincing. All the arguments he could think of sounded stupid.
"What did you think you were doing, Potter?! Gallivanting around the school like that! What if you set off a panic?! Do you want everyone to find out you're a werewolf? A monster? A freak?! Parents would demand you be thrown out at once! And where would you go? I doubt your Muggle family would take you back! There are even some who would kill a werewolf on sight!" Snape fell silent, breathing heavily.
Harry stared at his hands.
"But..." he said softly. "But I wasn't a danger... I was fine with the Wolfsbane..."
Snape reared back to his full height again, looming over the scrawny boy. "That doesn't matter, you stupid boy!" He shook his head. "You really think you're invincible, don't you? Every year that you've been here you've done stupid, reckless things despite the rules set on you. But the famous Harry Potter is above rules. Even if they are there for his own safety."
Harry turned away. He hadn't even considered the threat to himself. Apparently he was the only one who hadn't. Even Ron had thought of it.
"I..."
"Tonight I'm warding the entire apartments," Snape growled. "If you so much as move a hair out of the boundaries of my rooms, I'll know the second it happens."
Harry nodded numbly.
Snape whirled around and left again, muttering to himself. Harry sighed and slumped on the couch, lost in his own miserable thoughts. Snape was right. He hated to admit it, but he was. There were many people who would consider him a monster and a freak if they ever found out that he was a werewolf now. And there were many more who would demand he be kicked out. So many would hate him, and it wasn't even his fault!
Maybe he should go ahead and tell everyone the truth. Then he could skip this horrible hiding and skulking about during the full moons.
Harry gathered his knees close to him and hugged them tightly. What should he do?
Dumbledore. Harry would go talk to Dumbledore. Surely the wise old headmaster would be able to advise Harry on the best course of action. Harry stood and hurried to the door of Snape's quarters. With a quick glance up and down the hallway outside to assure that he could find his way back if needed, he hurried off through the dungeons.
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AN: Gah! It's so short! Sorry! But I've been having trouble writing... A little writer's block. So I figured I'd scrape together something and post it for now. Leave me a nice long review and maybe I'll be able to get my inspiration back.