Title: Watching the Watcher
Author: Bemidia
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and as much as I pray to the Can-Opener God I don't think I ever will.
Summary: Snape's POV. (I warned you) More slightly angsty, very mild slash.
Notes: R&R!!!
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I wonder how much Potter watches Weasley. I don't really care, but the memory of how many simple memories there were in Harry's subconscious made me wonder if that's all the boy did.
The boy remembered exactly how Weasley liked his tea, and even the movement the redhead made while stirring his cup. He remembered the exact motions that Weasley went through in the morning, after getting up. The boy had even memorized the exact pattern of freckles on Weasley's face and the back of his hands.
I honestly believe that Potter's in love with the hotheaded Gryffindor, and more than a bit obsessed. I don't remember all the memories I saw, but I remember them all being tinged with a longing so strong, and deep that it even hurt me to watch them.
It was an all too familiar longing...
I can recall the way he moved his quill over the parchment when proof reading something. I remember every fleck of gold in those haunted eyes. I can still feel the pain of waking up in the infirmary with almost healed slices on my arms, almost frantic with the worry of whether or not he was all right.
Potter truly is blessed. At least his obsession is his friend. He can watch and stare for as long as he wants. Me watching too hard just got me hurt in one way or another.
I watch him more often now. I use the guise of Albus telling us all to keep both eyes on Potter as often as possible.
I don't think he even notices. He's too busy watching Weasley to care. I'm surprised he hasn't failed all of his courses by now. But then again, after so many years of watching he probably got used to balancing real life and his obsession.
I guess we're both in the same boat. Only his side isn't sinking...
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R&R!!
Author: Bemidia
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and as much as I pray to the Can-Opener God I don't think I ever will.
Summary: Snape's POV. (I warned you) More slightly angsty, very mild slash.
Notes: R&R!!!
***
I wonder how much Potter watches Weasley. I don't really care, but the memory of how many simple memories there were in Harry's subconscious made me wonder if that's all the boy did.
The boy remembered exactly how Weasley liked his tea, and even the movement the redhead made while stirring his cup. He remembered the exact motions that Weasley went through in the morning, after getting up. The boy had even memorized the exact pattern of freckles on Weasley's face and the back of his hands.
I honestly believe that Potter's in love with the hotheaded Gryffindor, and more than a bit obsessed. I don't remember all the memories I saw, but I remember them all being tinged with a longing so strong, and deep that it even hurt me to watch them.
It was an all too familiar longing...
I can recall the way he moved his quill over the parchment when proof reading something. I remember every fleck of gold in those haunted eyes. I can still feel the pain of waking up in the infirmary with almost healed slices on my arms, almost frantic with the worry of whether or not he was all right.
Potter truly is blessed. At least his obsession is his friend. He can watch and stare for as long as he wants. Me watching too hard just got me hurt in one way or another.
I watch him more often now. I use the guise of Albus telling us all to keep both eyes on Potter as often as possible.
I don't think he even notices. He's too busy watching Weasley to care. I'm surprised he hasn't failed all of his courses by now. But then again, after so many years of watching he probably got used to balancing real life and his obsession.
I guess we're both in the same boat. Only his side isn't sinking...
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R&R!!