Harry sat stiffly on the bed, his eyes wide with fear at the moment from
seeing his father disappear off to a meeting. It scared him; always fearing
how he'd come back, the Crucio curse did its evil deed and leaving the man
in a sore state for a few days, even with the help of the potions. This
time he wasn't able to tell what was going on at the summoning either; the
cursed potion he was given didn't let him have that vision he normally
could. For the first time he really did want to know what had happened,
pacing back and forth now, waiting for Severus to come back.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked softly, having seemingly to have appeared in the room. The boy shook his head, literally scared out of his mind about the possibility of losing his father with every meeting he attended. The old man let out a loud sigh sensing what was happening, "I know Harry, and this is hard. But Severus has an astounding ability to cover up his lies to Voldemort. And don't think twice about the potion you were given. Believe me, not knowing can sometimes be the best way to be able to get through things."
The boy nodded, not a word escaping his lips. To him, everything was terrifying him now. A tear formed in his eye and collapsed down onto the bed again, time passed slowly and a little later Remus shown up and carefully wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"He's a good man, Harry, even if we never said it before. And he's capable of taking care of himself, and now, well, he's got an added incentive now to make sure he does get back."
Once again the boy just nodded, not being able to talk at the moment. Luck was with him for at that instant, a pop came from inside the room and Severus appeared on his hands and knees, gasping in breath. "DAD!!!!" Harry screamed, talking for the first time since his father left. The man was rather startled; having thought Harry was annoyed at him for forcing a potion down his throat, but shook it off.
"H-Harry," he started hoarsely, but a wave of pain came over him as he tried to stand. Madam Pomfrey had already appeared and was looking rather narked about the entire situation. She bustled about doing necessary healings to his skin, which had been burned this time, and thrust a bottle of purple liquid into his hands and using a rather forceful tone, told him to drink it, now. Snape was smart enough to know better than to refuse that look, having worn it himself many times.
Dumbledore and Remus exchanged glanced before departing, leaving father and son to talk.
"Dad, what happened? You don't usually come back this bad, do you?" Asking desperately. "Malfoy decided it was rather amusing to inform Voldemort of your werewolf- ism," his voice dripping with hatred. "Needless to say, Voldemort wasn't terribly pleased that I kept this to myself and decided to throw in a couple of random curses as well as the Crucio one. I am very sorry about what I'm going to do, but you're in dire need of sleep."
Harry felt a liquid suddenly being poured down his throat and collapsed on the couch beside his father's bed. Darkness overtook him almost immediately.
Severus looked at his now resting son, knowing he should be doing the same, but his mind was going a mile a minute. The Dark Lord knew about Harry, knew about the fact that his son was a werewolf, and the Heir of Gryffindor as well. Things couldn't be going worse and not to mention now he was beginning to be suspected of being a traitor. Similar thoughts entertained his time until he as well was able to drift off to sleep.
"Good morning father, are you feeling better today?" Asked the boy, sitting at the foot of his bed. Severus got a rather good look at him for the first time in awhile. Changes were still occurring, that hadn't exactly stopped. His hair was a bit past his shoulders and flipped out at the ends, accenting the shape of his face rather nicely. He'd completely stopped wearing the glasses that he'd noticed Harry recently taking on and off. The height really surprised him as his boy stood up, realizing that he was only a few inches shorter and himself. "Much better than I was last night. I do hope you aren't too angry with me for last night." The boy blinked.
"Mad?" "About shoving the potion down your throat."
"Oh, that. No worries, getting a nice sleep like that was one of the best things I could've asked for at the time."
Severus smiled to himself, glad he hasn't done something stupid, and raised himself off the bed to get dressed for breakfast. Harry had already donned his Heir robes, it was still beyond him how he could've spawned a bloody Gryffindor, not to mention the ruddy Heir, but he put that aside for the moment and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The water always helped relax his muscles and it was no different this time. That is, until he noticed a glob of goo had been magically put onto his hair that he guessed was shampoo a moment later. Grudgingly he worked it in, getting rid of some of the grease that had been collected in there for who knows how long. He dried off and looked into the mirror were his hair hung rather nicely for a change, as it didn't have the layers of grease on it to press it down. "Hmm, I'll have to remember to thank him for that..." he mused, rather liking the reflection in the mirror.
Harry looked up from a book as he saw his father come in and had a satisfied look on his face. "Satisfied, Harry?" A smirked crossed the young face and studied his father's appearance. "I'd say so since I know I'll never be able to get you to wear any other color besides black."
Snape rolled his eyes and walked brusquely out of the room and up towards the dining hall, leaving Harry running behind to keep up with the long strides.
"Harry! Haven't seen you around for a while. How've you been?" Tonks asked, looking down at the boy. "Oh uh, hi Professor, haven't see you in a long time. Sorry about missing class..." He looked rather ashamed. "Oh don't be, honestly I don't know why you're even in the class. Half the time I swear you know what's going on better than I do!" Harry blushed deeply and finally entered the Great Hall, looking forward to some well-needed food.
Later that afternoon Harry found himself inside Remus's room while Severus was attempting a futile battle of potion's classes with first years. He was enjoying the break between his classes at the moment while getting beaten rather badly in a game of Wizard's Chess.
"Harry, I have a question..." "Shoot." "Well, just wondering why you haven't attempted your Animagus form again since the night of, well, you know." "Other than the fact that I keep passing out with dangerous werewolves present..." He joked, his face becoming more serious. "I think it's more to do with the fact that during the summer I'd still believed James as my father and wanted to live up to the family name. Now, well, I'm not sure dad would want me to or if it's just another thing that's dangerous. And err, I didn't know if the werewolf thing would make a difference." "You make an excellent point, but I don't think your father would be angry with that seeing it would give you another advantage against Voldemort. As for being a werewolf and an Animagus, just think of it as being an added benefit." "Well, then what are we waiting for?" Harry asked, a devious grin on that face of his.
Snape was exhausted to say the least, from last night and teaching those rather dull minded Hufflepuffs, he felt as if he could sleep a week without it doing any real good. He entered his room, hoping to get a bit of extra sleep in before his son came running around. To his surprise, there was a rather large black leopard sprawled across his bed with a lightning bolt- shaped scar on its forehead.
"My, my, aren't we talented," Severus drawled, motioning for the boy to turn back into himself. "Of course, I take after you. But really! I wasn't going to let you walk around with greasy hair the rest of your life," Harry said, attempting to keep a straight face, but failing quite miserably. "Keep that up and you might find yourself with a lovely pair of kitty ears permanently attached to that big head of yours," he replied evenly, cracking a grin.
And Severus couldn't resist, grabbing his wand and startling the boy as the red ears poked through his black hair. Of course they weren't permanent, but he could let Harry think that for a while anyhow, besides, it was his turn for a good prank. With all the upcoming somberness, a few bouts of good joking could really help his mood.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked softly, having seemingly to have appeared in the room. The boy shook his head, literally scared out of his mind about the possibility of losing his father with every meeting he attended. The old man let out a loud sigh sensing what was happening, "I know Harry, and this is hard. But Severus has an astounding ability to cover up his lies to Voldemort. And don't think twice about the potion you were given. Believe me, not knowing can sometimes be the best way to be able to get through things."
The boy nodded, not a word escaping his lips. To him, everything was terrifying him now. A tear formed in his eye and collapsed down onto the bed again, time passed slowly and a little later Remus shown up and carefully wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"He's a good man, Harry, even if we never said it before. And he's capable of taking care of himself, and now, well, he's got an added incentive now to make sure he does get back."
Once again the boy just nodded, not being able to talk at the moment. Luck was with him for at that instant, a pop came from inside the room and Severus appeared on his hands and knees, gasping in breath. "DAD!!!!" Harry screamed, talking for the first time since his father left. The man was rather startled; having thought Harry was annoyed at him for forcing a potion down his throat, but shook it off.
"H-Harry," he started hoarsely, but a wave of pain came over him as he tried to stand. Madam Pomfrey had already appeared and was looking rather narked about the entire situation. She bustled about doing necessary healings to his skin, which had been burned this time, and thrust a bottle of purple liquid into his hands and using a rather forceful tone, told him to drink it, now. Snape was smart enough to know better than to refuse that look, having worn it himself many times.
Dumbledore and Remus exchanged glanced before departing, leaving father and son to talk.
"Dad, what happened? You don't usually come back this bad, do you?" Asking desperately. "Malfoy decided it was rather amusing to inform Voldemort of your werewolf- ism," his voice dripping with hatred. "Needless to say, Voldemort wasn't terribly pleased that I kept this to myself and decided to throw in a couple of random curses as well as the Crucio one. I am very sorry about what I'm going to do, but you're in dire need of sleep."
Harry felt a liquid suddenly being poured down his throat and collapsed on the couch beside his father's bed. Darkness overtook him almost immediately.
Severus looked at his now resting son, knowing he should be doing the same, but his mind was going a mile a minute. The Dark Lord knew about Harry, knew about the fact that his son was a werewolf, and the Heir of Gryffindor as well. Things couldn't be going worse and not to mention now he was beginning to be suspected of being a traitor. Similar thoughts entertained his time until he as well was able to drift off to sleep.
"Good morning father, are you feeling better today?" Asked the boy, sitting at the foot of his bed. Severus got a rather good look at him for the first time in awhile. Changes were still occurring, that hadn't exactly stopped. His hair was a bit past his shoulders and flipped out at the ends, accenting the shape of his face rather nicely. He'd completely stopped wearing the glasses that he'd noticed Harry recently taking on and off. The height really surprised him as his boy stood up, realizing that he was only a few inches shorter and himself. "Much better than I was last night. I do hope you aren't too angry with me for last night." The boy blinked.
"Mad?" "About shoving the potion down your throat."
"Oh, that. No worries, getting a nice sleep like that was one of the best things I could've asked for at the time."
Severus smiled to himself, glad he hasn't done something stupid, and raised himself off the bed to get dressed for breakfast. Harry had already donned his Heir robes, it was still beyond him how he could've spawned a bloody Gryffindor, not to mention the ruddy Heir, but he put that aside for the moment and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The water always helped relax his muscles and it was no different this time. That is, until he noticed a glob of goo had been magically put onto his hair that he guessed was shampoo a moment later. Grudgingly he worked it in, getting rid of some of the grease that had been collected in there for who knows how long. He dried off and looked into the mirror were his hair hung rather nicely for a change, as it didn't have the layers of grease on it to press it down. "Hmm, I'll have to remember to thank him for that..." he mused, rather liking the reflection in the mirror.
Harry looked up from a book as he saw his father come in and had a satisfied look on his face. "Satisfied, Harry?" A smirked crossed the young face and studied his father's appearance. "I'd say so since I know I'll never be able to get you to wear any other color besides black."
Snape rolled his eyes and walked brusquely out of the room and up towards the dining hall, leaving Harry running behind to keep up with the long strides.
"Harry! Haven't seen you around for a while. How've you been?" Tonks asked, looking down at the boy. "Oh uh, hi Professor, haven't see you in a long time. Sorry about missing class..." He looked rather ashamed. "Oh don't be, honestly I don't know why you're even in the class. Half the time I swear you know what's going on better than I do!" Harry blushed deeply and finally entered the Great Hall, looking forward to some well-needed food.
Later that afternoon Harry found himself inside Remus's room while Severus was attempting a futile battle of potion's classes with first years. He was enjoying the break between his classes at the moment while getting beaten rather badly in a game of Wizard's Chess.
"Harry, I have a question..." "Shoot." "Well, just wondering why you haven't attempted your Animagus form again since the night of, well, you know." "Other than the fact that I keep passing out with dangerous werewolves present..." He joked, his face becoming more serious. "I think it's more to do with the fact that during the summer I'd still believed James as my father and wanted to live up to the family name. Now, well, I'm not sure dad would want me to or if it's just another thing that's dangerous. And err, I didn't know if the werewolf thing would make a difference." "You make an excellent point, but I don't think your father would be angry with that seeing it would give you another advantage against Voldemort. As for being a werewolf and an Animagus, just think of it as being an added benefit." "Well, then what are we waiting for?" Harry asked, a devious grin on that face of his.
Snape was exhausted to say the least, from last night and teaching those rather dull minded Hufflepuffs, he felt as if he could sleep a week without it doing any real good. He entered his room, hoping to get a bit of extra sleep in before his son came running around. To his surprise, there was a rather large black leopard sprawled across his bed with a lightning bolt- shaped scar on its forehead.
"My, my, aren't we talented," Severus drawled, motioning for the boy to turn back into himself. "Of course, I take after you. But really! I wasn't going to let you walk around with greasy hair the rest of your life," Harry said, attempting to keep a straight face, but failing quite miserably. "Keep that up and you might find yourself with a lovely pair of kitty ears permanently attached to that big head of yours," he replied evenly, cracking a grin.
And Severus couldn't resist, grabbing his wand and startling the boy as the red ears poked through his black hair. Of course they weren't permanent, but he could let Harry think that for a while anyhow, besides, it was his turn for a good prank. With all the upcoming somberness, a few bouts of good joking could really help his mood.