So days passed, with Harry and his uncle getting used to each others
presence. After breakfast, which they ate together, primarily so that Snape
could supervise how much sugar and jam that went into Harry's porridge, the
mornings were generally spent apart; Snape in his lad brewing and
researching potions, and Harry in the library, perched on the window seat
reading one by one the books that introduced him to this new world.
Harry as per his instructions did a small amount of writing and math's each day, mostly copying out his favorite passages from Quidditch books and getting used to adding and subtracting galleons, sickles and knuts.
In the afternoons however, after a quick lunch of thick sandwiches made with whole meal bread and pumpkin juice, the two invariable spent the time together. They often walked in the surrounding countryside, Snape showing Harry many of his own favorite trails, and the reaches of the Snape estate. With these long walks, over difficult and often steep ground, Harry was always more than ready for a large supper, and as he ate more he began to look less scrawny and less likely to be blown over by the smallest gust of wind.
After supper, when Harry had cleared up, the two would brew a simple potion together, or play wizards chess, but Harry's favorite was when Snape would read to him n front of the fire, and tell stories of the Marauders, and once, when Snape grew tired of Harry's incessant nagging, about his own childhood, and his time as a death eater.
And so, the two began to get to know each other. Harry could tell the difference between on of Snape's amused but don't want to show it sighs, and one of his two seconds till melt down sighs. Slowly but surely, Harry began to open up to Snape, describing his relationship with his relatives, and his hopes for the future. Naturally, there were also many conversations concerning magic, Hogwarts, and Harry's favorite topic; flying and Quidditch. Whilst Snape had adamantly stuck to his decision not to allow Harry to try flying until they reached the safety of Hogwarts, he did on afternoon fly so that Harry could watch.
Eventually, despite the fact that neither of the two wanted the week to end (although Snape would never admit it) came the Saturday before they were to return to Hogwarts for the spring term. Harry was to start school in Hogsmeade on the following Monday, and with this in mind the two found themselves in Diagon alley in search of his new school uniform. One not-so- quick stop in Madam Malkins later, and Harry's uniform was all shrunk in Snape's pocket as they would both need two hands to carry the various potions ingredients that Snape bought, that were too delicate or volatile to be magically shrunk.
They were walking along towards Flourish and Blots in silence when Snape suddenly exclaimed "I've decided."
Harry, unsure of what he was referring to frowned "decided wha. "
"Decided that you may have a wand."
"Wow, cool!"
Snape continued regardless of Harry's outburst, merely giving him a look. "You will use it only for the lessons I will be giving you, and the rest of the time it will stay in your room." Harry subsided, but was unable to keep a grin of his face.
At that, Snape turned abruptly and led the way to Ollivanders. The bell tinkled eerily in the silence as they opened the door and Harry's first reaction when they entered the cluttered shop was to unconsciously step closer to Snape. The air seemed thick with memory, and it seemed as if this place had watched the centuries, or even millennia go by without ever changing.
"Mr. Potter! I thought I'd be seeing you, though not s soon, nor in such company." Harry did not answer, concentrating on his shoes. At Ollivanders questioning look, Snape gave him a small push between his shoulders blades to send him forwards, Harry winced but remained silent. "Which is your wand arm Mr. Potter?"
The front room was littered with boxes before eventually, Ollivander brought out a very dusty box and hesitantly handed Harry the wand inside. It came of something of a surprise therefore when a chill wind whistled through the shop scattering boxes, and green sparks grew like lightning at the end of Harry's wand.
"Well, well. Holly and Phoenix feather, an interesting combination indeed." He began to clear up the boxes littering the floor muttering "Curious".
Snape, who was growing impatient eventually, barked out "Spit it out man, What's curious?"
Ollivander regarded Snape and then Harry slowly before replying "I remember every wand I've ever sold Mr. Potter, and it just so happens."
Right so here's the next chapter. I'm sorry this has taken so long but sine the end of term I have spent only one night so far in my own bed, and therefore have not had much of a chance to get this up. I have module exams starting a week today, so it's highly unlikely you'll be getting a chapter before then due to the fact that the airlines lost my bags on the way to my holiday so I couldn't revise then, so I'm having to work now instead. I will however, try to get a chapter out after my exams are over, so in about two weeks. NB the note I up loaded a while back has now been replaced with a chapter so do read that as well,. I think many of you missed it. Thanks for any reviews, I would answer then personally but I'm writing this on a computer without internet access so I can't read them.
Harry as per his instructions did a small amount of writing and math's each day, mostly copying out his favorite passages from Quidditch books and getting used to adding and subtracting galleons, sickles and knuts.
In the afternoons however, after a quick lunch of thick sandwiches made with whole meal bread and pumpkin juice, the two invariable spent the time together. They often walked in the surrounding countryside, Snape showing Harry many of his own favorite trails, and the reaches of the Snape estate. With these long walks, over difficult and often steep ground, Harry was always more than ready for a large supper, and as he ate more he began to look less scrawny and less likely to be blown over by the smallest gust of wind.
After supper, when Harry had cleared up, the two would brew a simple potion together, or play wizards chess, but Harry's favorite was when Snape would read to him n front of the fire, and tell stories of the Marauders, and once, when Snape grew tired of Harry's incessant nagging, about his own childhood, and his time as a death eater.
And so, the two began to get to know each other. Harry could tell the difference between on of Snape's amused but don't want to show it sighs, and one of his two seconds till melt down sighs. Slowly but surely, Harry began to open up to Snape, describing his relationship with his relatives, and his hopes for the future. Naturally, there were also many conversations concerning magic, Hogwarts, and Harry's favorite topic; flying and Quidditch. Whilst Snape had adamantly stuck to his decision not to allow Harry to try flying until they reached the safety of Hogwarts, he did on afternoon fly so that Harry could watch.
Eventually, despite the fact that neither of the two wanted the week to end (although Snape would never admit it) came the Saturday before they were to return to Hogwarts for the spring term. Harry was to start school in Hogsmeade on the following Monday, and with this in mind the two found themselves in Diagon alley in search of his new school uniform. One not-so- quick stop in Madam Malkins later, and Harry's uniform was all shrunk in Snape's pocket as they would both need two hands to carry the various potions ingredients that Snape bought, that were too delicate or volatile to be magically shrunk.
They were walking along towards Flourish and Blots in silence when Snape suddenly exclaimed "I've decided."
Harry, unsure of what he was referring to frowned "decided wha. "
"Decided that you may have a wand."
"Wow, cool!"
Snape continued regardless of Harry's outburst, merely giving him a look. "You will use it only for the lessons I will be giving you, and the rest of the time it will stay in your room." Harry subsided, but was unable to keep a grin of his face.
At that, Snape turned abruptly and led the way to Ollivanders. The bell tinkled eerily in the silence as they opened the door and Harry's first reaction when they entered the cluttered shop was to unconsciously step closer to Snape. The air seemed thick with memory, and it seemed as if this place had watched the centuries, or even millennia go by without ever changing.
"Mr. Potter! I thought I'd be seeing you, though not s soon, nor in such company." Harry did not answer, concentrating on his shoes. At Ollivanders questioning look, Snape gave him a small push between his shoulders blades to send him forwards, Harry winced but remained silent. "Which is your wand arm Mr. Potter?"
The front room was littered with boxes before eventually, Ollivander brought out a very dusty box and hesitantly handed Harry the wand inside. It came of something of a surprise therefore when a chill wind whistled through the shop scattering boxes, and green sparks grew like lightning at the end of Harry's wand.
"Well, well. Holly and Phoenix feather, an interesting combination indeed." He began to clear up the boxes littering the floor muttering "Curious".
Snape, who was growing impatient eventually, barked out "Spit it out man, What's curious?"
Ollivander regarded Snape and then Harry slowly before replying "I remember every wand I've ever sold Mr. Potter, and it just so happens."
Right so here's the next chapter. I'm sorry this has taken so long but sine the end of term I have spent only one night so far in my own bed, and therefore have not had much of a chance to get this up. I have module exams starting a week today, so it's highly unlikely you'll be getting a chapter before then due to the fact that the airlines lost my bags on the way to my holiday so I couldn't revise then, so I'm having to work now instead. I will however, try to get a chapter out after my exams are over, so in about two weeks. NB the note I up loaded a while back has now been replaced with a chapter so do read that as well,. I think many of you missed it. Thanks for any reviews, I would answer then personally but I'm writing this on a computer without internet access so I can't read them.