Miracles Happen
By
Snivellus
A/N: Thanks reviewers! I hope you like it, Just so I don't mislead people later, this is going to have the following romances: SS/HG, HP/GW. If you aren't into that, you may not enjoy my story.
Chapter 3
Harry Potter walked into the locker room and threw his broom against his locker.
"Who the bloody hell does he think he is?" Harry yelled.
"Tell me about it, I can't feel my hands, he is insane!" Kevin Ulanski one of the team's Chasers said as he changed out of his robes.
"You didn't have him as a professor, things could get a lot worse." Ginny added in
"What was McGonagall thinking by hiring him?" Oliver Wood said while drying his wet hair.
"What an ass." Harry said still fuming over this new set of events.
"If he thinks he can turn us into a winning team with an attitude like that, I can't see what could be more impossible." Foster commented.
"I will see you later mates, I have got to go run some errands. Get some rest, it looks like he's not going to let up anytime soon." Harry said grabbing his bag. Harry walked out of the Cannon's locker room where he was greeted with some fans.
"Oy, Harry! Can I have your autograph?" One teenage looking witch asked as he walked by.
"Harry! Harry, please!" Another fan cried out.
Harry walked out with his head down. The only reason they come is to seek out the boy who defeated the Dark Lord. He wished they would stop coming, after seven years, and he was still sought after. Harry was sure that it was worse than being a child star on Muggle television.
*~*~*~*~*
"Severus, you haven't changed a bit, still a hard ass if I have ever seen one." Glenn stated as they walked off the field.
"I am their coach, not their friend Glenn. After all that is what you are for, so the crybabies can come crawling to you when they think that I have worked them so hard that they are going to die." He snickered.
"Yeah well I just hope you know what your doing. It is such a young team; they have no idea of any of the tribulations that can go on in the major league.
"I fear we are just getting started. See you tomorrow Glenn, cheers." Severus said as he walked out onto the open field.
There he was, famous Harry Potter, and with his own little fan club. Severus was right things haven't changed. Potter had such a temper, made too many assumptions, and had ill regard of anyone other than himself. Severus apparated home.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"RingÉRingÉRing. Hello you have reached Hermione Granger, I am not available, but live a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible."
"Hiya Hermione, its Harry, I haven't talked to you in a while, and well you don't seem to return my calls, I thought I would try you. I really would like to speak to you. You will never guess who is my coach, Snape! Can you believe it?
Well I really would like to talk to you about what happened. I really could use someone right now. Well hope to hear from you, bye." Harry said starting out in a happy tone, but then ending in almost a desperation.
*~*~*~*~*
The weeks past quickly, and while Severus did not end up replacing anyone, he did work them harder than they had had ever been worked before. Everyday it was the same, they would mount their brooms, condition for 30 minutes, and then would run plays over and over until their hands bled and their hair stuck to their face from sweat.
Snape never spoke to them unless it was to criticize or comment on how a play should be done. Glenn would be the one who they would go have butterbeers with after practice, and Glenn would be the one to tell them that all their work was paying off.
Severus was not well liked, but over time the players started to realize that he knew what he was doing. As much as Severus saw the team progressing, it wasn't as a team. Foster would keep the Quaffle without so much as a glance to Ulanski, and James would only go after those players with the Quaffle.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was the first preseason match against the Arrows and the team was down 45 to 70. The match had been going on for three hours, with Harry not sighting the Snitch anywhere. Severus had called a time out.
"Potter, why aren't you moving out there!" Severus sneered.
"I haven't seen the Snitch, where am I suppose to move to, SIR!" He yelled.
"You better find that Snitch Potter, your teammates are tired, and are failing miserably. Try and do something useful will you Potter." Severus said angrily.
As the timeout ended, Potter took his place on the top of the Quidditch pitch and searched for the Snitch. He was tired, and Snape was infuriating him, how dare he say that he was a failure. Potter was focusing so much on what Snape had said that he didn't notice the Arrow's seeker move suddenly over in the right corner of the pitch.
Potter looked over and saw the Seeker racing towards the Snitch. He made a quick beeline towards him, but it was too late. The Arrows had caught the Snitch, he had lost them the game.
Harry flew down as he watched the fans clear the seats. He had failed. He had failed just like he had failed his friends seven years ago, he may have won the war, but he lost things that mattered most.
"You're a disgrace Potter." Severus said as he walked away from the team.
"7am practice tomorrow, we obviously have more work to do!" With this the team let out a collective groan.
"Make it a double practice." Severus said, and then apparated home to his daughter.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Moria. Moria, wake up." Severus said early the next morning.
"It's early daddy!" She groaned.
"Yes, it is nearly 6am. You need to come with me today. Aunt Sandra had to go to Bulgaria to do a story on the Vultures. She won't be able to watch you today."
"But dad!" She protested.
"Come on, if you get dressed and get going maybe I can show you how to fly." Severus bribed.
"Daddy, I am afraid." Moria said.
"Up!" Severus said growing irritated.
Finally by 6 am, Moria was fed, dressed, and ready to go. Severus took her hand and apparated to the field. Severus left her on the field as he went to get a small flying broom. He also took out his own broom, which he hadn't mounted in a long while.
"All right Moria, I know your scared, but I am right here, and I am not going to let you fall."
"But, what if I get hurt like mummy?" She questioned.
"Mummy had an accident, I promise I won't let you fall. I have put a cushioning charm on the grass, so even if you do fall, it won't hurt." Severus coaxed.
"Okay, I will try." She finally said.
"Good, now stand to the side of your broom. Good. Now say 'Up'." Severus instructed.
"Up! Up, UP!" She yelled at her broom. Finally it took to the air and hovered under her hand.
"Wonderful. Now put your left leg over the broom. Good!" Severus said as he mounted his own broom.
"Open your eyes Moria! Look your hovering!" Severus said as he helped her hover a few feet above the ground.
"Look Daddy! Look at me!" She said excitedly.
"You look fantastic. Now put your right hand in front of your left. Do you remember which one is your right?" Severus asked.
"Yes, it is the one that doesn't make the L. Right daddy?" As she asked this she let go of her broom and held her hands out. When she did this she toppled to the side. Severus saw her start to tumble, and caught her. She started to cry.
"Come on now, nothing happened, you just got scared." He said lifting her chin.
"How.. How come you can let go of your broom and not fall?" She said still choking on her tears.
"That is because I have had practice. You will learn to balance and be able to do it too."
"Now are you ready to try again?" Severus asked.
"Yes." She said firmly.
"Okay, now if you want to go forward, just lean forward a bit. I got hold of your broom, your not going to fall, try leaning forward a bit." Severus instructed again.
"Look dad! I am moving!" She said happily.
"Yes, now if you want to go up, lift up on your broom with your hands." Severus continued instructing.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry Potter had gotten up early the next day deciding to go to the pitch early to practice. He wouldn't let Snape be right. He had to show him that he was better than this.
Harry arrived around 6:15 to find Snape on the pitch, flying. As Harry walked closer to the pitch he saw that Snape wasn't alone. He couldn't believe his eyes. Snape was teaching a little girl how to ride a broom. He stood at the gate and listened.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Moria, you are a natural flyer!" Severus praised as Moria flew around her father all on her own.
"This is fun daddy!" She exclaimed.
"You look just like your mother, she would be proud." Severus said.
"Daddy, will you let me play Quidditch when I get older?" She asked.
"We will see, we will see." Severus felt good being on his broom. He left Moria rather low on the ground as he decided to take a flight around the pitch doing some deep nosed dives.
Moria stared up at her father, not knowing that she too was taking herself up fairly high. She got scared and fell backwards off her broom.
"DADDY!" She screamed. Severus's head bolted up to see her falling. Images of Wendy were flashing in his head.
Fortunately Harry, saw her fall as well, and mounted his broom and zoomed underneath the little girl.
"There, there. Its okay." Harry tried to calm the girl down when he reached the ground.
"Potter?" Severus said half surprised, half out of breath. His hands were shaking.
"Sir." Potter said as he gave Severus his daughter.
The two stood in silence for a while, until Severus decided to speak.
"I suppose I need to thank you." Severus said, still holding Moria.
"Yeah, no problem. Is she yours?" Harry asked.
"Yes, this is my daughter Moria." Severus explained.
"How old is she? She is pretty good for how young she is." Harry said, still finding this situation rather awkward.
"She is six."
"Oh I see..."
"Potter..." Severus started as he sighed.
"Yes, sir."
"How have you been doing, I mean after the war and everything."
"Fine, everything is fine." Harry lied.
"If everything was fine, you would have caught the Snitch yesterday like you caught my daughter today." Severus said sneering.
"Why do you care, you have never cared before." Harry said angrily.
"I thought I would ask, forgive me for caring." As he started to walk away.
"Sir? How did you make them go away." Harry asked.
"Make what go away Potter?" Severus asked.
"The dead, the dying. How did you make it stop?" Harry asked referring to the last battle.
"I didn't, Potter. They haunt me every night. But then again that is why I left England in the first place I suppose."
"Do you think that is why Hermione left sir?" Harry asked.
"Miss Granger? I did not know she had. Where did she go to?" Severus asked.
"Australia. She won't return my calls. She refuses to call me back." Harry said.
"I would guess she is hurting, just like we all are. She ran away from the pain. I can see why." Severus said.
"I wish I could have just, I dunno, died like the others. Then people would always have the dream of what a hero I was. But, now, living while the others do not. It makes my life seem worthless." Harry confessed.
"I use to share those same thoughts Potter, but then something changed." Severus said.
"What?" Harry asked curiously.
"I had a daughter, and she gives me a reason to live. You will have that some day too. You doubt yourself too much Potter. You have done many great things in your life, your parents would be proud." Severus said slowly.
"I have to go." Potter said quickly.
"We have practice." Severus reminded.
"I will be back." Harry said as he walked into the locker room. Severus swore he saw a tear run down his face. He finally realized that perhaps he wasn't the only one suffering. The fronts that some people put on can be amazing.
By
Snivellus
A/N: Thanks reviewers! I hope you like it, Just so I don't mislead people later, this is going to have the following romances: SS/HG, HP/GW. If you aren't into that, you may not enjoy my story.
Chapter 3
Harry Potter walked into the locker room and threw his broom against his locker.
"Who the bloody hell does he think he is?" Harry yelled.
"Tell me about it, I can't feel my hands, he is insane!" Kevin Ulanski one of the team's Chasers said as he changed out of his robes.
"You didn't have him as a professor, things could get a lot worse." Ginny added in
"What was McGonagall thinking by hiring him?" Oliver Wood said while drying his wet hair.
"What an ass." Harry said still fuming over this new set of events.
"If he thinks he can turn us into a winning team with an attitude like that, I can't see what could be more impossible." Foster commented.
"I will see you later mates, I have got to go run some errands. Get some rest, it looks like he's not going to let up anytime soon." Harry said grabbing his bag. Harry walked out of the Cannon's locker room where he was greeted with some fans.
"Oy, Harry! Can I have your autograph?" One teenage looking witch asked as he walked by.
"Harry! Harry, please!" Another fan cried out.
Harry walked out with his head down. The only reason they come is to seek out the boy who defeated the Dark Lord. He wished they would stop coming, after seven years, and he was still sought after. Harry was sure that it was worse than being a child star on Muggle television.
*~*~*~*~*
"Severus, you haven't changed a bit, still a hard ass if I have ever seen one." Glenn stated as they walked off the field.
"I am their coach, not their friend Glenn. After all that is what you are for, so the crybabies can come crawling to you when they think that I have worked them so hard that they are going to die." He snickered.
"Yeah well I just hope you know what your doing. It is such a young team; they have no idea of any of the tribulations that can go on in the major league.
"I fear we are just getting started. See you tomorrow Glenn, cheers." Severus said as he walked out onto the open field.
There he was, famous Harry Potter, and with his own little fan club. Severus was right things haven't changed. Potter had such a temper, made too many assumptions, and had ill regard of anyone other than himself. Severus apparated home.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"RingÉRingÉRing. Hello you have reached Hermione Granger, I am not available, but live a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible."
"Hiya Hermione, its Harry, I haven't talked to you in a while, and well you don't seem to return my calls, I thought I would try you. I really would like to speak to you. You will never guess who is my coach, Snape! Can you believe it?
Well I really would like to talk to you about what happened. I really could use someone right now. Well hope to hear from you, bye." Harry said starting out in a happy tone, but then ending in almost a desperation.
*~*~*~*~*
The weeks past quickly, and while Severus did not end up replacing anyone, he did work them harder than they had had ever been worked before. Everyday it was the same, they would mount their brooms, condition for 30 minutes, and then would run plays over and over until their hands bled and their hair stuck to their face from sweat.
Snape never spoke to them unless it was to criticize or comment on how a play should be done. Glenn would be the one who they would go have butterbeers with after practice, and Glenn would be the one to tell them that all their work was paying off.
Severus was not well liked, but over time the players started to realize that he knew what he was doing. As much as Severus saw the team progressing, it wasn't as a team. Foster would keep the Quaffle without so much as a glance to Ulanski, and James would only go after those players with the Quaffle.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was the first preseason match against the Arrows and the team was down 45 to 70. The match had been going on for three hours, with Harry not sighting the Snitch anywhere. Severus had called a time out.
"Potter, why aren't you moving out there!" Severus sneered.
"I haven't seen the Snitch, where am I suppose to move to, SIR!" He yelled.
"You better find that Snitch Potter, your teammates are tired, and are failing miserably. Try and do something useful will you Potter." Severus said angrily.
As the timeout ended, Potter took his place on the top of the Quidditch pitch and searched for the Snitch. He was tired, and Snape was infuriating him, how dare he say that he was a failure. Potter was focusing so much on what Snape had said that he didn't notice the Arrow's seeker move suddenly over in the right corner of the pitch.
Potter looked over and saw the Seeker racing towards the Snitch. He made a quick beeline towards him, but it was too late. The Arrows had caught the Snitch, he had lost them the game.
Harry flew down as he watched the fans clear the seats. He had failed. He had failed just like he had failed his friends seven years ago, he may have won the war, but he lost things that mattered most.
"You're a disgrace Potter." Severus said as he walked away from the team.
"7am practice tomorrow, we obviously have more work to do!" With this the team let out a collective groan.
"Make it a double practice." Severus said, and then apparated home to his daughter.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Moria. Moria, wake up." Severus said early the next morning.
"It's early daddy!" She groaned.
"Yes, it is nearly 6am. You need to come with me today. Aunt Sandra had to go to Bulgaria to do a story on the Vultures. She won't be able to watch you today."
"But dad!" She protested.
"Come on, if you get dressed and get going maybe I can show you how to fly." Severus bribed.
"Daddy, I am afraid." Moria said.
"Up!" Severus said growing irritated.
Finally by 6 am, Moria was fed, dressed, and ready to go. Severus took her hand and apparated to the field. Severus left her on the field as he went to get a small flying broom. He also took out his own broom, which he hadn't mounted in a long while.
"All right Moria, I know your scared, but I am right here, and I am not going to let you fall."
"But, what if I get hurt like mummy?" She questioned.
"Mummy had an accident, I promise I won't let you fall. I have put a cushioning charm on the grass, so even if you do fall, it won't hurt." Severus coaxed.
"Okay, I will try." She finally said.
"Good, now stand to the side of your broom. Good. Now say 'Up'." Severus instructed.
"Up! Up, UP!" She yelled at her broom. Finally it took to the air and hovered under her hand.
"Wonderful. Now put your left leg over the broom. Good!" Severus said as he mounted his own broom.
"Open your eyes Moria! Look your hovering!" Severus said as he helped her hover a few feet above the ground.
"Look Daddy! Look at me!" She said excitedly.
"You look fantastic. Now put your right hand in front of your left. Do you remember which one is your right?" Severus asked.
"Yes, it is the one that doesn't make the L. Right daddy?" As she asked this she let go of her broom and held her hands out. When she did this she toppled to the side. Severus saw her start to tumble, and caught her. She started to cry.
"Come on now, nothing happened, you just got scared." He said lifting her chin.
"How.. How come you can let go of your broom and not fall?" She said still choking on her tears.
"That is because I have had practice. You will learn to balance and be able to do it too."
"Now are you ready to try again?" Severus asked.
"Yes." She said firmly.
"Okay, now if you want to go forward, just lean forward a bit. I got hold of your broom, your not going to fall, try leaning forward a bit." Severus instructed again.
"Look dad! I am moving!" She said happily.
"Yes, now if you want to go up, lift up on your broom with your hands." Severus continued instructing.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry Potter had gotten up early the next day deciding to go to the pitch early to practice. He wouldn't let Snape be right. He had to show him that he was better than this.
Harry arrived around 6:15 to find Snape on the pitch, flying. As Harry walked closer to the pitch he saw that Snape wasn't alone. He couldn't believe his eyes. Snape was teaching a little girl how to ride a broom. He stood at the gate and listened.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Moria, you are a natural flyer!" Severus praised as Moria flew around her father all on her own.
"This is fun daddy!" She exclaimed.
"You look just like your mother, she would be proud." Severus said.
"Daddy, will you let me play Quidditch when I get older?" She asked.
"We will see, we will see." Severus felt good being on his broom. He left Moria rather low on the ground as he decided to take a flight around the pitch doing some deep nosed dives.
Moria stared up at her father, not knowing that she too was taking herself up fairly high. She got scared and fell backwards off her broom.
"DADDY!" She screamed. Severus's head bolted up to see her falling. Images of Wendy were flashing in his head.
Fortunately Harry, saw her fall as well, and mounted his broom and zoomed underneath the little girl.
"There, there. Its okay." Harry tried to calm the girl down when he reached the ground.
"Potter?" Severus said half surprised, half out of breath. His hands were shaking.
"Sir." Potter said as he gave Severus his daughter.
The two stood in silence for a while, until Severus decided to speak.
"I suppose I need to thank you." Severus said, still holding Moria.
"Yeah, no problem. Is she yours?" Harry asked.
"Yes, this is my daughter Moria." Severus explained.
"How old is she? She is pretty good for how young she is." Harry said, still finding this situation rather awkward.
"She is six."
"Oh I see..."
"Potter..." Severus started as he sighed.
"Yes, sir."
"How have you been doing, I mean after the war and everything."
"Fine, everything is fine." Harry lied.
"If everything was fine, you would have caught the Snitch yesterday like you caught my daughter today." Severus said sneering.
"Why do you care, you have never cared before." Harry said angrily.
"I thought I would ask, forgive me for caring." As he started to walk away.
"Sir? How did you make them go away." Harry asked.
"Make what go away Potter?" Severus asked.
"The dead, the dying. How did you make it stop?" Harry asked referring to the last battle.
"I didn't, Potter. They haunt me every night. But then again that is why I left England in the first place I suppose."
"Do you think that is why Hermione left sir?" Harry asked.
"Miss Granger? I did not know she had. Where did she go to?" Severus asked.
"Australia. She won't return my calls. She refuses to call me back." Harry said.
"I would guess she is hurting, just like we all are. She ran away from the pain. I can see why." Severus said.
"I wish I could have just, I dunno, died like the others. Then people would always have the dream of what a hero I was. But, now, living while the others do not. It makes my life seem worthless." Harry confessed.
"I use to share those same thoughts Potter, but then something changed." Severus said.
"What?" Harry asked curiously.
"I had a daughter, and she gives me a reason to live. You will have that some day too. You doubt yourself too much Potter. You have done many great things in your life, your parents would be proud." Severus said slowly.
"I have to go." Potter said quickly.
"We have practice." Severus reminded.
"I will be back." Harry said as he walked into the locker room. Severus swore he saw a tear run down his face. He finally realized that perhaps he wasn't the only one suffering. The fronts that some people put on can be amazing.