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CHAPTER 9: Snape's Occlumency Lesson
When term started again, so did Occlumency with Snape. Every Monday night Harry made his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room while mentally preparing himself for the lesson. On this particular occasion, though, Harry felt especially energetic. He entered the classroom feeling as though Snape would have nothing to criticize him on.
"Hello, Potter," Snape greeted dryly as Harry set his things down on a nearby desk. "Shall we get started?" Snape brought a chair over for Harry to sit in. Harry cleared his mind and was ready to start. Then, Harry suddenly had a question. He didn't know where the idea had come from, but he just acted on it.
"Will you please show me why you hated my father so much?" harry asked stiffly.
"If you want. I don't want you having an false ideas about your 'brave' father," Snape answered venomously.
Harry felt the usual light-headiness then the rare, yet familiar flash of light. It was then that he saw Snape's memories. He was in Hogwarts, but everything seemed different. He was sitting outside near the lake and there was a group of girls nearby. One of the girls had auburn hair, and green eyes. Harry knew immediately that it was his mother, Lily. She was talking with the girls in the group and they would occasionally glance over to where Harry was and giggle. Finally, Lily got up and walked over towards Snape and Harry.
"Hi, Severus," Lily said happily. Her hands were behind her back and she seemed a little bit nervous.
"Hello, Evans," he sneered in return.
"You know the next Hogsmeade visit is coming up next weekend, and I—I umm... was wondering if you'd like to-- go with... me?" she said now blushing furiously.
"And what does Potter think about that?" Snape questioned with a definite air of dislike in his voice.
"I don't care what he thinks. I'm tired of him constantly trying to win me over. The truth is-- well, you see. I fancy-- well, I fancy you, Severus," she admitted bashfully.
"Fine, I'll go with you," he finished. Suddenly the setting changed. They were now in Hogsmeade holding hands and about to enter the Three Broomsticks.
"Hey, you slimy git! Don't touch her," an older sounding boy called after Snape. Harry turned and saw James making his way toward them.
"James, leave us alone," Lily pleaded.
"I can't just let this happen, Lily," James argued. At this, Snape tried to pull Lily away from James. "What does he have that I haven't?" he asked vehemently. "Did he give you a love potion or something?" he questioned. Three boys around him started to laugh. Harry noticed that they were Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew.
"Are you just disappointed because I got the girl, Potter?" Snape taunted.
"Stop! Both of you!" she pulled her hand out of Snape's grasp and walked off, leaving them both alone.
"Look what you've done you ugly rat!" Sirius yelled at Snape.
"I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Black," Snape spat in rigid anger.
"What are you going to do? Throw a potion at me?" Black sniggered.
"Yeah. Throw a potion at us," said a raspy, annoying voice. It was Pettigrew.
"Pettigrew, if it wasn't for your three big buddies, I'd knock the hoarse right out of your voice," Snape threatened menacingly.
"Well, we are here so why don't you run along?" James ordered. Suddenly Harry was back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Snape was deliberately avoiding eye contact with Harry.
"My mum liked you?" Harry asked. He was in awe.
"Don't sound so surprised, Potter," he said.
"What happened. Did she just stop liking you or something. How did she and my dad end up together?" he asked.
"Do not ask me why things happen. I don't even know, myself," he said.
"She didn't love you, did she?" he asked feeling a bit scared.
"If she did, I don't know," he said flatly.
"Did... Did you lo--love her?" Harry stuttered.
"That's enough for tonight," he said suddenly. He sounded a bit angry. Harry got up, grabbed his stuff and exited the classroom.
Thoughts of what he had just learned kept creeping into his head as he walked back up to Gryffindor Tower. This, he decided, he was going to keep to himself.
"Olympius Majeure," Harry told the Fat Lady and he entered through the common room portrait hole.
"Harry!" Ron called. "How was Occlumency, mate?" he asked.
"Uhh... great," Harry said sarcastically as well as as dishonestly.
"I've got a lot of homework to do," Harry yawned as he walked up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
"Okay. I'll see you later then," Ron laughed.
"G'night," Ron said and he began to continue the conversation he was having with Seamus Finnigan. Harry went up to the dormitory and got out all of his books. He worked for about an hour then decided to drift off to sleep.
A week passed faster than Harry could have expected. He didn't want to to go back to Occlumency. He hated the fact that his mother had been in love with Snape. Even though Harry despised what he had learned, everything made good sense now. Snape had always disliked Harry because of his closeness in appearance to his father. James Potter had made Snape's life horrible. Harry didn't want to admit it, but he felt sorry for Snape. He even wished that his dad hadn't treated him so badly.
Harry made the familiar trip to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom once again. He opened the door and saw Snape sitting at the desk. He set his books down on the same desk and sat in the chair that was already set up for him.
"Potter," said Snape, "Dumbledore has asked me to show you something to help you understand,".
"What about?" Harry questioned.
"Just be quiet and we'll get started," he snapped.
"Alright, I'm ready," said a calm and collected Harry. Harry was plunged into a pool of bright light. An image he had seen before crossed his mind. He was in the hospital wing looking at himself in a bed. Dumbledore was standing near him, as well as Ron, Hermione, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley and a black dog which was Sirius. He was back in his fourth year. Dumbledore turned to him and told him that he must do something for him. Snape accepted and then the setting changed once more. He was in the clouds. There were people all around in white sheets. Snape approached one particularly large man and asked for someone. Harry couldn't hear who. Snape was talking very low and the man's facial expressions were continuing to change from a bit scared to confused and back again. The man pointed to a blonde woman standing away from them. Snape walked towards her and for the first time, Harry noticed that it was Professor Demeter. He was on Mt. Olympia. Demeter really was a goddess! Harry thought. That's what Snape's mission was. Snape talked to her for a while then he left. He disapparated back and then Harry was spun back to the dark Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Do you mean to tell me that Professor Demeter is a real goddess?" Harry said with an expression that said he was in shock.
"Yes, Potter. Don't be daft," Snape said. "The Headmaster asked me to show you that, but that will be enough for now," he continued.
"Okay," Harry said and left the classroom. Harry didn't know what to think. So Dumbledore had sent for her to protect the Torch or the Queen. He thought. This is so complicated.
The next Quidditch match came quickly. Harry had scheduled practices for 5 nights a week and they were training harder than ever. The match was against Ravenclaw, and Harry knew that they could easily win, it was just all up to the team's attitude. Ravenclaw had lost to Slytherin but had beaten Hufflepuff. If Gryffindor could beat Slytherin, than Ravenclaw wouldn't be a problem.
The morning of the match arrived along with cold rainy weather. Harry and the rest of the team were up earlier than usual due to nervous jitters. They entered the Great Hall together and had a bit of toast, though not enough to hold any of them over. As time passed, more people started to come down and then it was time for them to head out to the stadium. Harry lead them in a positive speech as they got into their crimson robes. They lined up and then were off. They flew down to the ground and Madam Hooch blew the whistle. The chasers darted after the quaffle but Renee got to it first. She zoomed off towards the Ravenclaw goal posts and made it in.
"10 Points to Gryffindor by Heusel," Neville announced. "Lewis is off with the quaffle towards the Gryffindor goal. Oh no! Wallace has just hit her with a bludger!" Neville commented in a fake-sad sort of voice. "Gryffindor scores again. 20 - 0," he said gleefully. "Potter looks for the snitch, I think he sees something," Neville shouted. Indeed Harry had seen something. He went diving for it, with the Ravenclaw Seeker, Murphy, far behind him. His hand was out-reached as far as it could go and the Flame Flicker was smooth and speedy. Within two seconds the snitch was in his hand and the match was won.
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CHAPTER 9: Snape's Occlumency Lesson
When term started again, so did Occlumency with Snape. Every Monday night Harry made his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room while mentally preparing himself for the lesson. On this particular occasion, though, Harry felt especially energetic. He entered the classroom feeling as though Snape would have nothing to criticize him on.
"Hello, Potter," Snape greeted dryly as Harry set his things down on a nearby desk. "Shall we get started?" Snape brought a chair over for Harry to sit in. Harry cleared his mind and was ready to start. Then, Harry suddenly had a question. He didn't know where the idea had come from, but he just acted on it.
"Will you please show me why you hated my father so much?" harry asked stiffly.
"If you want. I don't want you having an false ideas about your 'brave' father," Snape answered venomously.
Harry felt the usual light-headiness then the rare, yet familiar flash of light. It was then that he saw Snape's memories. He was in Hogwarts, but everything seemed different. He was sitting outside near the lake and there was a group of girls nearby. One of the girls had auburn hair, and green eyes. Harry knew immediately that it was his mother, Lily. She was talking with the girls in the group and they would occasionally glance over to where Harry was and giggle. Finally, Lily got up and walked over towards Snape and Harry.
"Hi, Severus," Lily said happily. Her hands were behind her back and she seemed a little bit nervous.
"Hello, Evans," he sneered in return.
"You know the next Hogsmeade visit is coming up next weekend, and I—I umm... was wondering if you'd like to-- go with... me?" she said now blushing furiously.
"And what does Potter think about that?" Snape questioned with a definite air of dislike in his voice.
"I don't care what he thinks. I'm tired of him constantly trying to win me over. The truth is-- well, you see. I fancy-- well, I fancy you, Severus," she admitted bashfully.
"Fine, I'll go with you," he finished. Suddenly the setting changed. They were now in Hogsmeade holding hands and about to enter the Three Broomsticks.
"Hey, you slimy git! Don't touch her," an older sounding boy called after Snape. Harry turned and saw James making his way toward them.
"James, leave us alone," Lily pleaded.
"I can't just let this happen, Lily," James argued. At this, Snape tried to pull Lily away from James. "What does he have that I haven't?" he asked vehemently. "Did he give you a love potion or something?" he questioned. Three boys around him started to laugh. Harry noticed that they were Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew.
"Are you just disappointed because I got the girl, Potter?" Snape taunted.
"Stop! Both of you!" she pulled her hand out of Snape's grasp and walked off, leaving them both alone.
"Look what you've done you ugly rat!" Sirius yelled at Snape.
"I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Black," Snape spat in rigid anger.
"What are you going to do? Throw a potion at me?" Black sniggered.
"Yeah. Throw a potion at us," said a raspy, annoying voice. It was Pettigrew.
"Pettigrew, if it wasn't for your three big buddies, I'd knock the hoarse right out of your voice," Snape threatened menacingly.
"Well, we are here so why don't you run along?" James ordered. Suddenly Harry was back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Snape was deliberately avoiding eye contact with Harry.
"My mum liked you?" Harry asked. He was in awe.
"Don't sound so surprised, Potter," he said.
"What happened. Did she just stop liking you or something. How did she and my dad end up together?" he asked.
"Do not ask me why things happen. I don't even know, myself," he said.
"She didn't love you, did she?" he asked feeling a bit scared.
"If she did, I don't know," he said flatly.
"Did... Did you lo--love her?" Harry stuttered.
"That's enough for tonight," he said suddenly. He sounded a bit angry. Harry got up, grabbed his stuff and exited the classroom.
Thoughts of what he had just learned kept creeping into his head as he walked back up to Gryffindor Tower. This, he decided, he was going to keep to himself.
"Olympius Majeure," Harry told the Fat Lady and he entered through the common room portrait hole.
"Harry!" Ron called. "How was Occlumency, mate?" he asked.
"Uhh... great," Harry said sarcastically as well as as dishonestly.
"I've got a lot of homework to do," Harry yawned as he walked up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
"Okay. I'll see you later then," Ron laughed.
"G'night," Ron said and he began to continue the conversation he was having with Seamus Finnigan. Harry went up to the dormitory and got out all of his books. He worked for about an hour then decided to drift off to sleep.
A week passed faster than Harry could have expected. He didn't want to to go back to Occlumency. He hated the fact that his mother had been in love with Snape. Even though Harry despised what he had learned, everything made good sense now. Snape had always disliked Harry because of his closeness in appearance to his father. James Potter had made Snape's life horrible. Harry didn't want to admit it, but he felt sorry for Snape. He even wished that his dad hadn't treated him so badly.
Harry made the familiar trip to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom once again. He opened the door and saw Snape sitting at the desk. He set his books down on the same desk and sat in the chair that was already set up for him.
"Potter," said Snape, "Dumbledore has asked me to show you something to help you understand,".
"What about?" Harry questioned.
"Just be quiet and we'll get started," he snapped.
"Alright, I'm ready," said a calm and collected Harry. Harry was plunged into a pool of bright light. An image he had seen before crossed his mind. He was in the hospital wing looking at himself in a bed. Dumbledore was standing near him, as well as Ron, Hermione, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley and a black dog which was Sirius. He was back in his fourth year. Dumbledore turned to him and told him that he must do something for him. Snape accepted and then the setting changed once more. He was in the clouds. There were people all around in white sheets. Snape approached one particularly large man and asked for someone. Harry couldn't hear who. Snape was talking very low and the man's facial expressions were continuing to change from a bit scared to confused and back again. The man pointed to a blonde woman standing away from them. Snape walked towards her and for the first time, Harry noticed that it was Professor Demeter. He was on Mt. Olympia. Demeter really was a goddess! Harry thought. That's what Snape's mission was. Snape talked to her for a while then he left. He disapparated back and then Harry was spun back to the dark Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Do you mean to tell me that Professor Demeter is a real goddess?" Harry said with an expression that said he was in shock.
"Yes, Potter. Don't be daft," Snape said. "The Headmaster asked me to show you that, but that will be enough for now," he continued.
"Okay," Harry said and left the classroom. Harry didn't know what to think. So Dumbledore had sent for her to protect the Torch or the Queen. He thought. This is so complicated.
The next Quidditch match came quickly. Harry had scheduled practices for 5 nights a week and they were training harder than ever. The match was against Ravenclaw, and Harry knew that they could easily win, it was just all up to the team's attitude. Ravenclaw had lost to Slytherin but had beaten Hufflepuff. If Gryffindor could beat Slytherin, than Ravenclaw wouldn't be a problem.
The morning of the match arrived along with cold rainy weather. Harry and the rest of the team were up earlier than usual due to nervous jitters. They entered the Great Hall together and had a bit of toast, though not enough to hold any of them over. As time passed, more people started to come down and then it was time for them to head out to the stadium. Harry lead them in a positive speech as they got into their crimson robes. They lined up and then were off. They flew down to the ground and Madam Hooch blew the whistle. The chasers darted after the quaffle but Renee got to it first. She zoomed off towards the Ravenclaw goal posts and made it in.
"10 Points to Gryffindor by Heusel," Neville announced. "Lewis is off with the quaffle towards the Gryffindor goal. Oh no! Wallace has just hit her with a bludger!" Neville commented in a fake-sad sort of voice. "Gryffindor scores again. 20 - 0," he said gleefully. "Potter looks for the snitch, I think he sees something," Neville shouted. Indeed Harry had seen something. He went diving for it, with the Ravenclaw Seeker, Murphy, far behind him. His hand was out-reached as far as it could go and the Flame Flicker was smooth and speedy. Within two seconds the snitch was in his hand and the match was won.
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