CHAPTER VII
I went into my study after I left Potter's room.
"What will happen to the boy after he fully heals?" I asked myself.
"Where will he stay? Not with the Weasley's or the Granger's. I am sure he has already thought of this. I suppose he could stay here. But would he want to? Do I want him here? It is the last place anyone would look for him. No one knows of this place. Not even Dumbeldore. But first I will have to get rid of that spy."
My thoughts began to wonder back to Potters story. He described himself as a completely different person. Willing to kill, and using the Cruciatious curse on Malfoy. I do not know what to think. Perhaps it is because he is coming into his powers. Slowly I lost my concentration and began to doze off.
The morning came early for me as I woke up by the ramblings of a house elf.
"Good morning young sir. Sir will be late for breakfast if he don't get up." The little elf rambled.
"Thanks" I said grumpily as I got out from under the warmth of my blankets and took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I dressed warmly and made my way down the stairs. I took many wrong turns but finally made my way toward the entrance hall.
"Professor?" I called.
"In here Potter." I heard him call. "Fifteen minuets late." He stated.
"Sorry professor, I got lost." I grumbled.
"Well it is to be expected. I shall give you a tour once breakfast is over." Snape said. "Now if you want those bones to heal quickly you must eat." He said.
"Yes Sir." I replied. I reached for pancakes, eggs, bacon, and rolls. There was so much food and I could have as much as I wanted. It was almost like being back at Hogwarts. I ate and ate until I could not eat anymore. Snape stood and began out the door.
I did not know whether I was to follow or not so, I stayed seated.
"Come Mr. Potter, do not dawdle unless you would like to become lost again." Snapes voice said.
They moved slowly through the house, or maybe he should say mansion. The only place larger that Harry had ever seen was Hogwarts.
"This Mr. Potter is the training area. We will meet here every day after lunch for your training." Snape said in such a non-chalant voice that Harry thought he may have lost his mind.
"Excuse me, but um professor are you saying that I'm going to stay here?" I asked him.
"Well, where else are you going to go? I know you have already ruled out both the Weasley's and the Granger's, both places are quite inadequate. Obviously you cannot stay with your godfather, and Lupin is gone on business. So unless you're planning on staying by yourself for the next month or so you will be staying here." He said.
"Actually sir, that's exactly what I had planned on doing." I replied.
"Of course and leave you alone with no one knowing where you are except myself. That and not being able to perform magic you would not stand a chance. Surely we can tolerate each others presence until term starts." Snape snapped.
"Of course professor." I said.
"Alright then, moving on. Down the stairs is my potion's lab, do not enter unless I am with you. And outside a pool and a qudditch pitch...there is also." but Snape was interrupted by Harry as he realized what he just said.
"You have a quidditch pitch? Can I use it?" harry questioned.
Snape turned, "I suppose, if you have any free time that is. When you're not working on your defensive and offensive spells you'll be working on potions." Snape said with a smirk.
"Potions. Oh yes, something I'm supposed to remember about a potion." Harry thought to himself. It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, "How could I have forgotten something so important?" he asked himself. "Professor, you can't give the potion to Voldemort." I said quickly.
"How do you know about that?" Snape asked spinning around to face me.
I just pointed to my scar. "Bad dreams remember?" I said.
"Of course," he replied.
"Anyway, it will reverse the Finite Incantatum on his wand and he will be able to use Avada Kedavra to kill me, while my wand will not even work against his." I explained.
"Well then I must not give it to him." He said simply. "Like you, Voldemort excels in defense but is shamelessly bad at potions." He said.
Harry visibly winced, "please don't compare me to him...I have more than enough in common with him than I would like." I said.
"Yes well I assume you are also talking about with your battle with Malfoy and of you using the Crucio curse on him?" he asked.
Harry only nodded. "I don't know why I did it, it was almost like another person said and did all those things, like I had no control over myself. I have never thought of myself capable of doing something like that to anyone but Voldemort." I sighed and slid down to the ground suddenly exhausted.
"Even though all those things I said about good and evil was exactly what I have been slowly realizing after every fight against Voldemort and his goons, I can not believe I said that I would not mind killing him. How could I say that? I don't know if I could ever kill anyone, besides Voldemort that is." In a right state, I just sat there staring unblinkingly at the wall.
I went into my study after I left Potter's room.
"What will happen to the boy after he fully heals?" I asked myself.
"Where will he stay? Not with the Weasley's or the Granger's. I am sure he has already thought of this. I suppose he could stay here. But would he want to? Do I want him here? It is the last place anyone would look for him. No one knows of this place. Not even Dumbeldore. But first I will have to get rid of that spy."
My thoughts began to wonder back to Potters story. He described himself as a completely different person. Willing to kill, and using the Cruciatious curse on Malfoy. I do not know what to think. Perhaps it is because he is coming into his powers. Slowly I lost my concentration and began to doze off.
The morning came early for me as I woke up by the ramblings of a house elf.
"Good morning young sir. Sir will be late for breakfast if he don't get up." The little elf rambled.
"Thanks" I said grumpily as I got out from under the warmth of my blankets and took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I dressed warmly and made my way down the stairs. I took many wrong turns but finally made my way toward the entrance hall.
"Professor?" I called.
"In here Potter." I heard him call. "Fifteen minuets late." He stated.
"Sorry professor, I got lost." I grumbled.
"Well it is to be expected. I shall give you a tour once breakfast is over." Snape said. "Now if you want those bones to heal quickly you must eat." He said.
"Yes Sir." I replied. I reached for pancakes, eggs, bacon, and rolls. There was so much food and I could have as much as I wanted. It was almost like being back at Hogwarts. I ate and ate until I could not eat anymore. Snape stood and began out the door.
I did not know whether I was to follow or not so, I stayed seated.
"Come Mr. Potter, do not dawdle unless you would like to become lost again." Snapes voice said.
They moved slowly through the house, or maybe he should say mansion. The only place larger that Harry had ever seen was Hogwarts.
"This Mr. Potter is the training area. We will meet here every day after lunch for your training." Snape said in such a non-chalant voice that Harry thought he may have lost his mind.
"Excuse me, but um professor are you saying that I'm going to stay here?" I asked him.
"Well, where else are you going to go? I know you have already ruled out both the Weasley's and the Granger's, both places are quite inadequate. Obviously you cannot stay with your godfather, and Lupin is gone on business. So unless you're planning on staying by yourself for the next month or so you will be staying here." He said.
"Actually sir, that's exactly what I had planned on doing." I replied.
"Of course and leave you alone with no one knowing where you are except myself. That and not being able to perform magic you would not stand a chance. Surely we can tolerate each others presence until term starts." Snape snapped.
"Of course professor." I said.
"Alright then, moving on. Down the stairs is my potion's lab, do not enter unless I am with you. And outside a pool and a qudditch pitch...there is also." but Snape was interrupted by Harry as he realized what he just said.
"You have a quidditch pitch? Can I use it?" harry questioned.
Snape turned, "I suppose, if you have any free time that is. When you're not working on your defensive and offensive spells you'll be working on potions." Snape said with a smirk.
"Potions. Oh yes, something I'm supposed to remember about a potion." Harry thought to himself. It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, "How could I have forgotten something so important?" he asked himself. "Professor, you can't give the potion to Voldemort." I said quickly.
"How do you know about that?" Snape asked spinning around to face me.
I just pointed to my scar. "Bad dreams remember?" I said.
"Of course," he replied.
"Anyway, it will reverse the Finite Incantatum on his wand and he will be able to use Avada Kedavra to kill me, while my wand will not even work against his." I explained.
"Well then I must not give it to him." He said simply. "Like you, Voldemort excels in defense but is shamelessly bad at potions." He said.
Harry visibly winced, "please don't compare me to him...I have more than enough in common with him than I would like." I said.
"Yes well I assume you are also talking about with your battle with Malfoy and of you using the Crucio curse on him?" he asked.
Harry only nodded. "I don't know why I did it, it was almost like another person said and did all those things, like I had no control over myself. I have never thought of myself capable of doing something like that to anyone but Voldemort." I sighed and slid down to the ground suddenly exhausted.
"Even though all those things I said about good and evil was exactly what I have been slowly realizing after every fight against Voldemort and his goons, I can not believe I said that I would not mind killing him. How could I say that? I don't know if I could ever kill anyone, besides Voldemort that is." In a right state, I just sat there staring unblinkingly at the wall.
