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BTW, I can't thank you guys enough for all the reviews. I love you all. This chapter will be about each other feelings over the recent events. Enjoy!
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It's just....weird. Damn, why was I so worried about him? Only last year I hated that guy, and now I'm starting to warm to him. I feel like picking up a potions book and reading it through the the end, and thats saying something. Then again, if I were to be an Auror I'd have to put up with him for another two years anyway. And now I'm mentally rambling onto myself, making no sense what-so-ever.
But....why did he want to get revenge? For me, of all people? I could let the Ministry of Magic or the muggle police deal with them. So...why did he...
Is he...warming up to me aswell?
Oh, my god, that is not a Snape thing to do. Warming upto 'The Potter Brat'? Proffesor Snape, the teacher known for hating the guts out of me?
Damn, who's taken the milk...I'm not eating dry Cheerios.
Even weirder, now I want him to turn into the old Snape again. I kinda...liked him that way. He gave me something to take my anger out on, but now...well, it'll be upto him to loath me first. I'm ramling again.
Harry laughed out loud, making the other teachers around him stare at him, puzzled.
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Oh, great, just effing great. Dumbledore suddenly thinks I love Potter all off a sudden. and wants me to adopt him. Just GREAT. I don't LIKE Potter, it just wasn't right for those muggles...those things...to treat him that way.
But...he kind of reminded me of myself, at that age. It's....strange.
At fiteen I was in his position, the very same...was that why I was so concerned over him?...
Dammit, my waist hurts...I wonder if Poppy took the bullet out and threw it away? I would've liked to have studied it. A tiny thing like that causes so much havoc.
Now I'm rambling.
But those...those bastards, what gives them the right to beat Harry up? Was it because...he was a wizard? Or because he had done something to them...dear God, I know he heates them but he wouldn't hurt them. No way. They DID give him a roof over his head for some while...but what made them turn against him so?
I could murder Albus, he's the one that made Harry live with them. Why couldn't he let another wizard family take him in? Or himself? Or Minerva?! One thing's for sure, he is not going back to Surrey. But then...oh, fuckkit. I hate Albus.
..I hope Poppy doesn't see me sneaking out...she'd have my head. Must get to office...must make potion...
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Severus slowly tiptoed out of bed, but as soon as his left foot touched the ground, a whip-like pain shot up the left side of his body. He grunted, before clasping his right hand to his mouth, in hopes that Poppy didn't hear him. He pulled on some baggy night trousers to go with his grey nightshirt, flung his black night gown on and limped out of the ward.
When he was out of the door, he punched the air - he'd actually made it out of the hospital wing, under the eye of Poppy, who had NEVER let anyone -
"SEVERUSSSS!!!"
Poppy's shrill scream echoed throughout the corridors. Severus gulped. Poppy's eyes seemed to be on fire, boring into his own, nostrils flared. She began to chase him at a run - Severus limped as fast as he could, down the stairs and through an archway leading to the staffroom.
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Minerva sipped her morning tea sleepily - it wasn't until her third cuppa that she was fully awake. The staffroom was deserted except for herself. She had begun to brew another tea, until-
"SEVERUSSSSS!!"
Minerva spat out her tea - an instant later Severus burst into the staffroom, took a limping jump at the sofa and hid behind it.
"Severus, what on-"
"I'm not here!!" Severus hissed.
A second later Poppy burst into the staffroom, nostrils flared like an angry bull, eye's piercing into Minerva's like an eagle.
"Where is he?! I'm gonna kill him!"
"Uh - who, Poppy?"
"Severus!!! He's meant to be resting, he not allowed out of the ward for another day yet, think of all the damage he could do to himself! He came in here, I know it!!!"
"But...uh, Poppy, darling, no ones...come in here..."
Poppy let out a 'hmmph' of anger, before storming out and running down the corridor towards the entrance hall. Minerva turned around to the sofa, and Severus floated up from behind it.
Minerva laughed, tying to stifle it once she had recieved one of Severus' death stares.
"And what was that about?"
"Minerva, uh - have you seen Potter?"
Minerva giggled, "Oooh, Severus is warming up to a Gryffindor."
Severus threw a mini-tantrum, "I AM NOT! Just tell me, have you seen him?!"
"No, I haven't. But I think he might be in the Great Hall, eating - Severus, where are you going?!"
Severus limped out of the staffroom towards his office, desperatly trying to remember the ingredients to a dreamless-sleep potion.
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"You did WHAT?!"
Harry couldn't believe what Dumbledore had just said. Dumbledore only replied with one of his hearty chuckles.
"I simply asked Profesor Snape if he could look after you, at his family mansion. I'm sure it would be better then going bakc to Surrey?"
"Well - but - you-" Harry was flailing his arms about in a fury.
"Harry, have you not noticed? You are both slowly, but surely, warming upto eachother. If I were you, I'd take advantage of that - it's only common knowledge that Proffesor Snape isn't exactly fond of his students. He was worried about you Harry, as you were him. He has been worried over your safety before Harry, you know that. Just please, think about it. But don't say anything to Proffesor Snape until he starts to say something to you."
It was at that moment that an owl flew in through the top window of the Great Hall, with a small package tied to its leg. It landed on Harry's shoulder, and held out its leg. Harry started to untie the loose knot that had held the package to the owls leg, and let it fall to the table with a small thud. The owl flew off, clipping Harry around the head with its wing.
"Ow - wonder who this is from..." He ripped the brown wrapping paper covering it. Inside was a black, velvet box - he slowly lifted up the lid, and on top was a note.
"So you can get a little sleep every now and again.
Regards, S.S"
Inside the velvet box was eight small bottles of dreamless-sleep potion.
BTW, I can't thank you guys enough for all the reviews. I love you all. This chapter will be about each other feelings over the recent events. Enjoy!
- - - - - - - -
It's just....weird. Damn, why was I so worried about him? Only last year I hated that guy, and now I'm starting to warm to him. I feel like picking up a potions book and reading it through the the end, and thats saying something. Then again, if I were to be an Auror I'd have to put up with him for another two years anyway. And now I'm mentally rambling onto myself, making no sense what-so-ever.
But....why did he want to get revenge? For me, of all people? I could let the Ministry of Magic or the muggle police deal with them. So...why did he...
Is he...warming up to me aswell?
Oh, my god, that is not a Snape thing to do. Warming upto 'The Potter Brat'? Proffesor Snape, the teacher known for hating the guts out of me?
Damn, who's taken the milk...I'm not eating dry Cheerios.
Even weirder, now I want him to turn into the old Snape again. I kinda...liked him that way. He gave me something to take my anger out on, but now...well, it'll be upto him to loath me first. I'm ramling again.
Harry laughed out loud, making the other teachers around him stare at him, puzzled.
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Oh, great, just effing great. Dumbledore suddenly thinks I love Potter all off a sudden. and wants me to adopt him. Just GREAT. I don't LIKE Potter, it just wasn't right for those muggles...those things...to treat him that way.
But...he kind of reminded me of myself, at that age. It's....strange.
At fiteen I was in his position, the very same...was that why I was so concerned over him?...
Dammit, my waist hurts...I wonder if Poppy took the bullet out and threw it away? I would've liked to have studied it. A tiny thing like that causes so much havoc.
Now I'm rambling.
But those...those bastards, what gives them the right to beat Harry up? Was it because...he was a wizard? Or because he had done something to them...dear God, I know he heates them but he wouldn't hurt them. No way. They DID give him a roof over his head for some while...but what made them turn against him so?
I could murder Albus, he's the one that made Harry live with them. Why couldn't he let another wizard family take him in? Or himself? Or Minerva?! One thing's for sure, he is not going back to Surrey. But then...oh, fuckkit. I hate Albus.
..I hope Poppy doesn't see me sneaking out...she'd have my head. Must get to office...must make potion...
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Severus slowly tiptoed out of bed, but as soon as his left foot touched the ground, a whip-like pain shot up the left side of his body. He grunted, before clasping his right hand to his mouth, in hopes that Poppy didn't hear him. He pulled on some baggy night trousers to go with his grey nightshirt, flung his black night gown on and limped out of the ward.
When he was out of the door, he punched the air - he'd actually made it out of the hospital wing, under the eye of Poppy, who had NEVER let anyone -
"SEVERUSSSS!!!"
Poppy's shrill scream echoed throughout the corridors. Severus gulped. Poppy's eyes seemed to be on fire, boring into his own, nostrils flared. She began to chase him at a run - Severus limped as fast as he could, down the stairs and through an archway leading to the staffroom.
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Minerva sipped her morning tea sleepily - it wasn't until her third cuppa that she was fully awake. The staffroom was deserted except for herself. She had begun to brew another tea, until-
"SEVERUSSSSS!!"
Minerva spat out her tea - an instant later Severus burst into the staffroom, took a limping jump at the sofa and hid behind it.
"Severus, what on-"
"I'm not here!!" Severus hissed.
A second later Poppy burst into the staffroom, nostrils flared like an angry bull, eye's piercing into Minerva's like an eagle.
"Where is he?! I'm gonna kill him!"
"Uh - who, Poppy?"
"Severus!!! He's meant to be resting, he not allowed out of the ward for another day yet, think of all the damage he could do to himself! He came in here, I know it!!!"
"But...uh, Poppy, darling, no ones...come in here..."
Poppy let out a 'hmmph' of anger, before storming out and running down the corridor towards the entrance hall. Minerva turned around to the sofa, and Severus floated up from behind it.
Minerva laughed, tying to stifle it once she had recieved one of Severus' death stares.
"And what was that about?"
"Minerva, uh - have you seen Potter?"
Minerva giggled, "Oooh, Severus is warming up to a Gryffindor."
Severus threw a mini-tantrum, "I AM NOT! Just tell me, have you seen him?!"
"No, I haven't. But I think he might be in the Great Hall, eating - Severus, where are you going?!"
Severus limped out of the staffroom towards his office, desperatly trying to remember the ingredients to a dreamless-sleep potion.
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"You did WHAT?!"
Harry couldn't believe what Dumbledore had just said. Dumbledore only replied with one of his hearty chuckles.
"I simply asked Profesor Snape if he could look after you, at his family mansion. I'm sure it would be better then going bakc to Surrey?"
"Well - but - you-" Harry was flailing his arms about in a fury.
"Harry, have you not noticed? You are both slowly, but surely, warming upto eachother. If I were you, I'd take advantage of that - it's only common knowledge that Proffesor Snape isn't exactly fond of his students. He was worried about you Harry, as you were him. He has been worried over your safety before Harry, you know that. Just please, think about it. But don't say anything to Proffesor Snape until he starts to say something to you."
It was at that moment that an owl flew in through the top window of the Great Hall, with a small package tied to its leg. It landed on Harry's shoulder, and held out its leg. Harry started to untie the loose knot that had held the package to the owls leg, and let it fall to the table with a small thud. The owl flew off, clipping Harry around the head with its wing.
"Ow - wonder who this is from..." He ripped the brown wrapping paper covering it. Inside was a black, velvet box - he slowly lifted up the lid, and on top was a note.
"So you can get a little sleep every now and again.
Regards, S.S"
Inside the velvet box was eight small bottles of dreamless-sleep potion.