The walk up to Dumbledore's office turned into a long and anxious walk as
he finally neared the Gryphon statue to the stairway up. Harry groaned
softly; his first meeting was tonight with his Headmaster on wandless
magic. Tonks, as good of a DADA teacher as she was, couldn't master the
skill herself, leaving the only other person who could to help Harry along
the way. He knew it wasn't going to be easy as to the fact that his dad had
loaded up his bag with strength and energy potions. Since the full moon was
just the other day, most of his body was still trying to recuperate from
the ordeal.
"Harry, come in and have a seat. Tonight may very well be hard on you as to the fact that it will be your first time actually attempting wandless magic without the help of frustration or fear as many are capable of performing. But first, have a biscuit."
He turned his wand over to his professor for the night so he wouldn't be tempted to make use of it by accident. Dumbledore explained the process of being able to make the magic come from inside, instead of controlled through a wand. Most wizards weren't able to call on the magic without the help of a magic core such as a hair of a unicorn tail or a phoenix tail feather. For those who could, they'd have the distinct advantage in battle since they wouldn't have to rely on a wand incase it was taken away or broken. For the first half an hour of working on calling the magic, Harry felt rather foolish since nothing happened. At that point he was getting narked from everything and felt something inside rise from lying dormant for so long. An explosion of light occurred, leaving Dumbledore sprouting little boils around his entire body.
"Oh my," He muttered, grabbing his own wand and waving it across his body to cure it of the boils. "Now, if you'd care to try that again, but in a more, let's say, less painful way. Just use the same feeling to gather the magic and use a bit more restraint in where it goes."
The boy grinned slightly, seeing how his headmaster had been covered in boils, showing for the first time just how human he was. He was able to do the same again, this time just doing a simple disarming spell, landing Dumbledore's wand half way across the room. The man shook his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. "That was excellent for a first night of training. Be here again tomorrow for the next lesson, and do be good and take the potions your father made for you. They will help on keeping up your strength for once classes resume and you have those late nights of homework again." He said with a twinkle in his eye.
Harry shut his eyes, squeezing them painfully as he tried to rub the pain out of his head. The constant relying on himself than a wand really took its toll on him after that long. He reached into the bag and grabbed the potion, but didn't make it in time, collapsing to the floor again. Remus had been patrolling the grounds at the time and saw the boy go down hard, cracking his wrist in the process. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and conjured the boy onto a stretcher and floated him up towards the hospital. Some times it seemed as if it'd be better to just give him his own bed in that ward.
"Now what's wrong with him, Remus?" Poppy asked, annoyance definitely present in her voice. "Sorry, Poppy, seems Harry here was studying with Albus and passed out, breaking his wrist as well." The nurse scowled again, mending his wrist and setting it in a sling until the pain dissipated, as well as pouring a thick potion down his throat that would let him rest properly.
"What's going on here?" Severus asked, his cloak billowing as he walked into the room and saw Harry's arm in the sling. "He was coming back from Albus's office as you know, and evidently the session was more difficult than he'd thought. I saw him attempt to get out your potions, but couldn't make it in time and he fell, breaking his left wrist."
Severus scowled loudly, thinking that Harry would never be out of the hospital ward completely. Shoving Poppy aside, he gathered Harry in his arms and walked out, much to the nurse's dismay and added threats. His son should be somewhere he liked, not a place that he'd rather not return to again. Instead of taking the boy to his quarters, Severus decided that his personal chambers might be a good idea tonight so he'd be able to watch his son incase anything was wrong. Harry was set on a soft couch and covered with an extra thick blanket since the dungeons were cold this time of year.
"Wh-where am I?" Harry yawned, waking up a few hours later. Snape blinked, his own eyes opening at the sudden break of silence. "Glad to see you're awake, Harry. Didn't know how long you were going to be out this time. As for where you are, it's my own room since I didn't think yours had an extra bed." "Now what h-h-appened?" he finally got out after a long yawn. Severus smiled and explained the night's happenings again to Harry, glad to see him awake already. His friends would be back tomorrow and he really had no intention of telling them their friend was unconscious again.
"Ugh...Why is it always me?" Snape laughed and ruffled the boy's hair. Harry fell back asleep soon, leaving Severus to get his own well-needed rest.
In the day's events, Snape hadn't gotten the time to give the boy dreamless sleep potion, and that night he was summoned to the Death Eaters. He apparated as soon as summoned, much to his dislike, and donned the necessary apparel on the way there.
"Severus, my loyal servant, there has been some interesting news that you have disclosed from me. Malfoy has told me about your new relationship to young Potter." Voldemort asked directly, not bothering with formalities. "My lord, I'm sorry. I hadn't known until recently when I was informed of this information. As of late I have been attempting to earn the boy's trust in hopes of getting him to join us when he reaches of age as I'm sure you'd be delighted with." "There is still the matter of not providing me with this information. CRUCIO!"
Harry woke with a start, gasping for breath and saw his father lying on the floor, obviously in pain. "Dad, dad, hang in there," he muttered, trying to decide what to do. At that moment though, saving him the stress, Albus came bursting through the doors, Poppy at his side with a collection of potions in her arms. Harry's own body was shaking with pain, but he wouldn't show it, not when his father needed the attention more than he. Poppy had already poured the potions down Snape's throat and helped him over to the bed, and finally caught site of Harry.
"Are you daft boy?! Trying to hide the fact that you're hurt, get over here now and take these potions before I haul you up to the hospital wing permanently!" Harry simply nodded, not wanting to be tugged all that way by the ear, and took the medicine from her quietly and lay back on the couch.
"Now you two are to stay here at least until lunch. No classes or teaching classes for that matter until after tomorrow. Not unless you'd like to find yourself in my ward for longer than you wish."
Both father and son nodded quickly, wanting the nurse gone as soon as possible. Albus shooed her out gently and came back over towards them. Harry was exhausted and had no intention of leaving the bed any time soon. His headmaster on the other hand had other thoughts.
"Severus, Harry, I'm going to have to make both of you work harder now. Severus, you already know what is asked of you so I needn't go into detail. As for you Harry, I need to have you in my office every night now to work on your magic. With the Death Eaters knowing now exposing your lineage, they will be constantly looking for you and you're going to need to find a way to defend yourself. It's not going to be easy, far from it, and I also need you to have your father work with you on your Occlumency a bit more so you can hopefully stop these connections to the meetings."
The boy, attempting to nod in acknowledgement, was already halfway passed out on his makeshift bed. Albus went to wake him up, but was stopped by Severus. "Sir, he really needs the sleep. The full moon not too long ago, your session last night, and now the Crucio curse, I think letting him sleep for the day wouldn't be too much to ask."
The Headmaster nodded, sweeping out of the door to leave father and son to a good, healthy rest. The man was first up later that day, having heard the footsteps of Slytherins returning to their dorm rooms, and not to mention he was more used to the effects of the Crucio curse. Harry muttered in his sleep a few times, tossing and turning as if he were in pain if he stayed in one position for too long. It could've been, the curse was known to last awhile, especially if one wasn't used to it.
Most of the Slytherins were back when Snape took a look into the common room. Draco of course was sitting on the large couch with a smug look on his face. At the moment all the man wanted to do was smack the boy across the room for what he and his father had done. "I trust you all had a pleasant vacation. Classes begin again tomorrow and if any of you have potions with me, I will let you know that it has been cancelled."
Harry slept the rest of the day, including into the night as well. Severus assumed he must be at least rid of the dreams for a bit to not wake up for so long. Just in time for breakfast the next morning was the first time Harry opened his eyes since Poppy's threat. His father noticed, walking over quickly to see how he was. "Harry, are you alright? You slept all of yesterday." "Ugh...I feel like I got hit by the Hogwarts Express. And I think I'm going to fall asleep again soon if I don't get some food." "Just in time. Breakfast is soon if you can hurry up and get dressed."
As Harry got out of bed, he was clumsy and stumbled rather easily. He managed to get his clothes on without falling over, but clung to his father's arm as they headed up to the Great Hall. Being woozy, he was helped to the table the entire way getting some rather odd looks from Slytherin house.
"Well, it looks as though our Potions Master has gone soft," Draco said with a sneer, walking up behind the pair. "Hanging out with the famous Harry Potter and of course, werewolves." He added, putting a particular nasty tone in his voice about that, Snape instantly realizing he knew. "I'm sure the Dark Lord will love knowing that his precious Death Eater has been keeping information from him once again."
Snape's pale face was white, grabbing Harry's shoulder for support. "Draco, if you know what's good for you, you'll leave both Harry and I alone, nor will you pass this information on to anyone if you, yourself aren't ready to face the consequences."
He knew it was futile. The fact that Harry was a werewolf would be out among both Death Eaters and Hogwarts before the next day started. During the entire conversation between Snape and Draco, Harry remained perfectly still, fearing now what was going to happen. He knew it would've been out sooner or later, just as his true father, but he had hoped it would've taken longer.
Severus shook his head. "I didn't want to do this, but I think I'm going to have to move your quarters into my own private chambers. I do have a small room that you can use and it might be safer there than with Lupin at the moment. The man is intelligent, but keeping those people out of the room might slip his mind at times."
The switch occurred that day while the rest of the students were at class and of course Harry and Severus were in direct violation of their orders from Pomfrey. A little later, around dusk, Snape fell to his knees, clutching at his arm. "Harry, drink this potion and go straight to Dumbledore's office. I'm being summoned."
The boy stared at him, not wanting to drink the potion so he could know what was going on, but Severus sensed this and forced him to right there.
"Go. Now. Harry, I'll be alright, just make sure to take care of yourself, please." Harry stood there, dumbfounded as to what to do or just how mangled his father was going to come back from this one like.
"Harry, come in and have a seat. Tonight may very well be hard on you as to the fact that it will be your first time actually attempting wandless magic without the help of frustration or fear as many are capable of performing. But first, have a biscuit."
He turned his wand over to his professor for the night so he wouldn't be tempted to make use of it by accident. Dumbledore explained the process of being able to make the magic come from inside, instead of controlled through a wand. Most wizards weren't able to call on the magic without the help of a magic core such as a hair of a unicorn tail or a phoenix tail feather. For those who could, they'd have the distinct advantage in battle since they wouldn't have to rely on a wand incase it was taken away or broken. For the first half an hour of working on calling the magic, Harry felt rather foolish since nothing happened. At that point he was getting narked from everything and felt something inside rise from lying dormant for so long. An explosion of light occurred, leaving Dumbledore sprouting little boils around his entire body.
"Oh my," He muttered, grabbing his own wand and waving it across his body to cure it of the boils. "Now, if you'd care to try that again, but in a more, let's say, less painful way. Just use the same feeling to gather the magic and use a bit more restraint in where it goes."
The boy grinned slightly, seeing how his headmaster had been covered in boils, showing for the first time just how human he was. He was able to do the same again, this time just doing a simple disarming spell, landing Dumbledore's wand half way across the room. The man shook his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. "That was excellent for a first night of training. Be here again tomorrow for the next lesson, and do be good and take the potions your father made for you. They will help on keeping up your strength for once classes resume and you have those late nights of homework again." He said with a twinkle in his eye.
Harry shut his eyes, squeezing them painfully as he tried to rub the pain out of his head. The constant relying on himself than a wand really took its toll on him after that long. He reached into the bag and grabbed the potion, but didn't make it in time, collapsing to the floor again. Remus had been patrolling the grounds at the time and saw the boy go down hard, cracking his wrist in the process. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and conjured the boy onto a stretcher and floated him up towards the hospital. Some times it seemed as if it'd be better to just give him his own bed in that ward.
"Now what's wrong with him, Remus?" Poppy asked, annoyance definitely present in her voice. "Sorry, Poppy, seems Harry here was studying with Albus and passed out, breaking his wrist as well." The nurse scowled again, mending his wrist and setting it in a sling until the pain dissipated, as well as pouring a thick potion down his throat that would let him rest properly.
"What's going on here?" Severus asked, his cloak billowing as he walked into the room and saw Harry's arm in the sling. "He was coming back from Albus's office as you know, and evidently the session was more difficult than he'd thought. I saw him attempt to get out your potions, but couldn't make it in time and he fell, breaking his left wrist."
Severus scowled loudly, thinking that Harry would never be out of the hospital ward completely. Shoving Poppy aside, he gathered Harry in his arms and walked out, much to the nurse's dismay and added threats. His son should be somewhere he liked, not a place that he'd rather not return to again. Instead of taking the boy to his quarters, Severus decided that his personal chambers might be a good idea tonight so he'd be able to watch his son incase anything was wrong. Harry was set on a soft couch and covered with an extra thick blanket since the dungeons were cold this time of year.
"Wh-where am I?" Harry yawned, waking up a few hours later. Snape blinked, his own eyes opening at the sudden break of silence. "Glad to see you're awake, Harry. Didn't know how long you were going to be out this time. As for where you are, it's my own room since I didn't think yours had an extra bed." "Now what h-h-appened?" he finally got out after a long yawn. Severus smiled and explained the night's happenings again to Harry, glad to see him awake already. His friends would be back tomorrow and he really had no intention of telling them their friend was unconscious again.
"Ugh...Why is it always me?" Snape laughed and ruffled the boy's hair. Harry fell back asleep soon, leaving Severus to get his own well-needed rest.
In the day's events, Snape hadn't gotten the time to give the boy dreamless sleep potion, and that night he was summoned to the Death Eaters. He apparated as soon as summoned, much to his dislike, and donned the necessary apparel on the way there.
"Severus, my loyal servant, there has been some interesting news that you have disclosed from me. Malfoy has told me about your new relationship to young Potter." Voldemort asked directly, not bothering with formalities. "My lord, I'm sorry. I hadn't known until recently when I was informed of this information. As of late I have been attempting to earn the boy's trust in hopes of getting him to join us when he reaches of age as I'm sure you'd be delighted with." "There is still the matter of not providing me with this information. CRUCIO!"
Harry woke with a start, gasping for breath and saw his father lying on the floor, obviously in pain. "Dad, dad, hang in there," he muttered, trying to decide what to do. At that moment though, saving him the stress, Albus came bursting through the doors, Poppy at his side with a collection of potions in her arms. Harry's own body was shaking with pain, but he wouldn't show it, not when his father needed the attention more than he. Poppy had already poured the potions down Snape's throat and helped him over to the bed, and finally caught site of Harry.
"Are you daft boy?! Trying to hide the fact that you're hurt, get over here now and take these potions before I haul you up to the hospital wing permanently!" Harry simply nodded, not wanting to be tugged all that way by the ear, and took the medicine from her quietly and lay back on the couch.
"Now you two are to stay here at least until lunch. No classes or teaching classes for that matter until after tomorrow. Not unless you'd like to find yourself in my ward for longer than you wish."
Both father and son nodded quickly, wanting the nurse gone as soon as possible. Albus shooed her out gently and came back over towards them. Harry was exhausted and had no intention of leaving the bed any time soon. His headmaster on the other hand had other thoughts.
"Severus, Harry, I'm going to have to make both of you work harder now. Severus, you already know what is asked of you so I needn't go into detail. As for you Harry, I need to have you in my office every night now to work on your magic. With the Death Eaters knowing now exposing your lineage, they will be constantly looking for you and you're going to need to find a way to defend yourself. It's not going to be easy, far from it, and I also need you to have your father work with you on your Occlumency a bit more so you can hopefully stop these connections to the meetings."
The boy, attempting to nod in acknowledgement, was already halfway passed out on his makeshift bed. Albus went to wake him up, but was stopped by Severus. "Sir, he really needs the sleep. The full moon not too long ago, your session last night, and now the Crucio curse, I think letting him sleep for the day wouldn't be too much to ask."
The Headmaster nodded, sweeping out of the door to leave father and son to a good, healthy rest. The man was first up later that day, having heard the footsteps of Slytherins returning to their dorm rooms, and not to mention he was more used to the effects of the Crucio curse. Harry muttered in his sleep a few times, tossing and turning as if he were in pain if he stayed in one position for too long. It could've been, the curse was known to last awhile, especially if one wasn't used to it.
Most of the Slytherins were back when Snape took a look into the common room. Draco of course was sitting on the large couch with a smug look on his face. At the moment all the man wanted to do was smack the boy across the room for what he and his father had done. "I trust you all had a pleasant vacation. Classes begin again tomorrow and if any of you have potions with me, I will let you know that it has been cancelled."
Harry slept the rest of the day, including into the night as well. Severus assumed he must be at least rid of the dreams for a bit to not wake up for so long. Just in time for breakfast the next morning was the first time Harry opened his eyes since Poppy's threat. His father noticed, walking over quickly to see how he was. "Harry, are you alright? You slept all of yesterday." "Ugh...I feel like I got hit by the Hogwarts Express. And I think I'm going to fall asleep again soon if I don't get some food." "Just in time. Breakfast is soon if you can hurry up and get dressed."
As Harry got out of bed, he was clumsy and stumbled rather easily. He managed to get his clothes on without falling over, but clung to his father's arm as they headed up to the Great Hall. Being woozy, he was helped to the table the entire way getting some rather odd looks from Slytherin house.
"Well, it looks as though our Potions Master has gone soft," Draco said with a sneer, walking up behind the pair. "Hanging out with the famous Harry Potter and of course, werewolves." He added, putting a particular nasty tone in his voice about that, Snape instantly realizing he knew. "I'm sure the Dark Lord will love knowing that his precious Death Eater has been keeping information from him once again."
Snape's pale face was white, grabbing Harry's shoulder for support. "Draco, if you know what's good for you, you'll leave both Harry and I alone, nor will you pass this information on to anyone if you, yourself aren't ready to face the consequences."
He knew it was futile. The fact that Harry was a werewolf would be out among both Death Eaters and Hogwarts before the next day started. During the entire conversation between Snape and Draco, Harry remained perfectly still, fearing now what was going to happen. He knew it would've been out sooner or later, just as his true father, but he had hoped it would've taken longer.
Severus shook his head. "I didn't want to do this, but I think I'm going to have to move your quarters into my own private chambers. I do have a small room that you can use and it might be safer there than with Lupin at the moment. The man is intelligent, but keeping those people out of the room might slip his mind at times."
The switch occurred that day while the rest of the students were at class and of course Harry and Severus were in direct violation of their orders from Pomfrey. A little later, around dusk, Snape fell to his knees, clutching at his arm. "Harry, drink this potion and go straight to Dumbledore's office. I'm being summoned."
The boy stared at him, not wanting to drink the potion so he could know what was going on, but Severus sensed this and forced him to right there.
"Go. Now. Harry, I'll be alright, just make sure to take care of yourself, please." Harry stood there, dumbfounded as to what to do or just how mangled his father was going to come back from this one like.