Disclaimer: Blah, you know whats coming, but I'll say it for the sheer fun of it! I don't own JK characters, silly. Wish I did though. Then I could make them do cool stuff. Anyways.
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Severus looked from Poppy to the door - he'd have to make a mad dash for the exit, anything to stop him from facing the wrath of Hogwart's mediwitch, who was infuriated with him for running from the Hospital Wing with a bad limp right under her nose, which she took as an insult. Poppy gave Severus a wicked grin, which made even Severus recoil.
"You'll come back with me. Now. Don't say a word."
There was a moments pause in which none moved. It was only when an owl hooted from outside that Severus limped madly for the door in a frantic effort to escape, yet it was all in vain. Poppy had shouted '"Petrificus Totalus', and made a 'swish-and-flick' movement with her wand, to paralyze Severus, then make him hang in mid air. She smirked evily, and procceded to leave Severus' quarters with a triumphant look smeared onto her face.
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Harry felt somewhat tired almost the instant he looked outside - it was only about three in the afternoon, yet his recent lack of sleep tried to mentally force him back into bed. He took this chance to try out his new 'dreamless-sleep potions gift' he recieved from Snape...Severus.
It was then he thought about something he would never consider doing in the case of Severus Snape - buy him a goft in return. But, knowing so little about his potions proffesor, he was sure he would find this a daunting task. Who would know Snape so well they would know what he desires?
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"And just so you don't escape from this bed until I say so, I've put a sheild charm around the edge of the matress. Yep, no more escaping for you, my friend..." Poppy said, giggling almost insanely, not looking back as she strode into her office, leaving a bewildered and defeated Severus to gaze idly at the ceiling until Poppy would let him free.
"...Hmm. Where's my book?"
Severus looked around, only to find his book on the bedside table, which was in the other side of the shield.
"Arrrrghh!"
Snape threw a mini tantrum, before rolling over to try and get some sleep.
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"Proffesor?"
Harry stepped cautiously into Dumbledore's office. Fawkes was perched on his golden plated perch, looking very regal and preened, his red-orange feathers gleaming in the dim candlelight of the evening. Dumbledore was in his chair, gazing idly into what Harry percieved as nothing, as he usually did. Dumbledore looked at Harry with his icy, yet warm blue eyes.
"What can I do for you?"
"W-well, uhhm....y'see, Proffesor Snape sent me, uhm, a gift, And I wanted to give him something in return but, uh, I don't know what, and you've known him for a bit and, well, I was wondering if you'd have any idea as to what he would...." Harry stopped - Albus was smiling, his grin spreading from ear to ear, "....want. Uhm, Sir, why are you smiling like that..."
"No reason, no reason."
Harry knew very well what the reason was - Albus had been right about him and Snape getting to know eachother better.
"But yes, I do know what he would want. More than anything else, in fact. It's not something you can buy with money, though....nope."
Albus stopped, still smiling. Harry mentally cursed him.
"(Why can't you just tell me?! Argh, crazy old fogey.)"
"...So?"
"Well, what he wants more than anything, Harry, is someone who he can talk to."
Harry was stumped.
"You mean a friend? Well, I mean, you're his friend, aren't you?"
"No, Harry, much more than a friend. You see...from what you saw in his Legilimency classes last year, the attempt where it backfired, you saw brief glimpses of his past. You are the only person who's gone through anything quite like he has, Harry. As a child, he was abused, not being let ino the public for nearly all of his life. As a child, he was alone. Quite like you."
Harry was staring idly at Fawkes, who was staring back, though he had taken everything Albus has said in.
"So...you mean, the best thing I can give in return is my friendship? Not something expensive like, uh...A firebolt? Or a silver cauldron?"
"Precisely. I do believe Severus is being held, um - 'hostage' in the hospital wing. I believe he could use someone to talk to."
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Next chapter - Harry tried to befriend an angry Snape! Rawwwrr!!
BTW, I know a genre for this story is 'Angst' - there will be angst in later chapters. Updating may be slow because as of the 5th of july 2004, I am on Work experience, though I should be able to find some time to write a few chapters. Adios, and thanks for the reviews, guys. I love you all!! kissies
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Severus looked from Poppy to the door - he'd have to make a mad dash for the exit, anything to stop him from facing the wrath of Hogwart's mediwitch, who was infuriated with him for running from the Hospital Wing with a bad limp right under her nose, which she took as an insult. Poppy gave Severus a wicked grin, which made even Severus recoil.
"You'll come back with me. Now. Don't say a word."
There was a moments pause in which none moved. It was only when an owl hooted from outside that Severus limped madly for the door in a frantic effort to escape, yet it was all in vain. Poppy had shouted '"Petrificus Totalus', and made a 'swish-and-flick' movement with her wand, to paralyze Severus, then make him hang in mid air. She smirked evily, and procceded to leave Severus' quarters with a triumphant look smeared onto her face.
- - - - - - - -
Harry felt somewhat tired almost the instant he looked outside - it was only about three in the afternoon, yet his recent lack of sleep tried to mentally force him back into bed. He took this chance to try out his new 'dreamless-sleep potions gift' he recieved from Snape...Severus.
It was then he thought about something he would never consider doing in the case of Severus Snape - buy him a goft in return. But, knowing so little about his potions proffesor, he was sure he would find this a daunting task. Who would know Snape so well they would know what he desires?
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"And just so you don't escape from this bed until I say so, I've put a sheild charm around the edge of the matress. Yep, no more escaping for you, my friend..." Poppy said, giggling almost insanely, not looking back as she strode into her office, leaving a bewildered and defeated Severus to gaze idly at the ceiling until Poppy would let him free.
"...Hmm. Where's my book?"
Severus looked around, only to find his book on the bedside table, which was in the other side of the shield.
"Arrrrghh!"
Snape threw a mini tantrum, before rolling over to try and get some sleep.
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"Proffesor?"
Harry stepped cautiously into Dumbledore's office. Fawkes was perched on his golden plated perch, looking very regal and preened, his red-orange feathers gleaming in the dim candlelight of the evening. Dumbledore was in his chair, gazing idly into what Harry percieved as nothing, as he usually did. Dumbledore looked at Harry with his icy, yet warm blue eyes.
"What can I do for you?"
"W-well, uhhm....y'see, Proffesor Snape sent me, uhm, a gift, And I wanted to give him something in return but, uh, I don't know what, and you've known him for a bit and, well, I was wondering if you'd have any idea as to what he would...." Harry stopped - Albus was smiling, his grin spreading from ear to ear, "....want. Uhm, Sir, why are you smiling like that..."
"No reason, no reason."
Harry knew very well what the reason was - Albus had been right about him and Snape getting to know eachother better.
"But yes, I do know what he would want. More than anything else, in fact. It's not something you can buy with money, though....nope."
Albus stopped, still smiling. Harry mentally cursed him.
"(Why can't you just tell me?! Argh, crazy old fogey.)"
"...So?"
"Well, what he wants more than anything, Harry, is someone who he can talk to."
Harry was stumped.
"You mean a friend? Well, I mean, you're his friend, aren't you?"
"No, Harry, much more than a friend. You see...from what you saw in his Legilimency classes last year, the attempt where it backfired, you saw brief glimpses of his past. You are the only person who's gone through anything quite like he has, Harry. As a child, he was abused, not being let ino the public for nearly all of his life. As a child, he was alone. Quite like you."
Harry was staring idly at Fawkes, who was staring back, though he had taken everything Albus has said in.
"So...you mean, the best thing I can give in return is my friendship? Not something expensive like, uh...A firebolt? Or a silver cauldron?"
"Precisely. I do believe Severus is being held, um - 'hostage' in the hospital wing. I believe he could use someone to talk to."
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Next chapter - Harry tried to befriend an angry Snape! Rawwwrr!!
BTW, I know a genre for this story is 'Angst' - there will be angst in later chapters. Updating may be slow because as of the 5th of july 2004, I am on Work experience, though I should be able to find some time to write a few chapters. Adios, and thanks for the reviews, guys. I love you all!! kissies