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Chapter 4 - July 3rd - 8:00 P.M. - Day One
Adjusting to New Lifestyles
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Last Chapter:
Snape and Harry stared at each other before Snape said,
"Well, I suppose you'll have to stay here then. Twinkle will get your things. If you will follow me, I'll show you to your room."
With that he marched upstairs with Harry following close behind.
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Snape scowled as he walked. He planned on giving Potter the smallest bedroom the mansion had. Unfortunately, it was to the left of his room, but he was not going to spoil Potter. After all, Potter was already a foolish, spoiled Gryffindor brat. He silently cursed Albus yet again. This time, however, it was for a different reason. Apparently Albus had told his house elves, Twinkle and Dingle, that Potter was his son. Why else would Twinkle have called Potter, Young Master? He would have to give the elves a talk right away to ensure Potter would not be treated in a special manner. As he neared the bedrooms he remembered the bedroom that was to the right of his room. Regina had been absolutely thrilled when she found out that she was giving birth to a baby boy. She had spent hours in that bedroom making it perfect for their son. However, the day she died, Snape had closed the room and hadn't been inside since that day. The door to Snape's room was at the end of the hallway. He stopped suddenly and noticed Potter almost walked into him. He smirked and turned around.
"You are not to ever go into the room behind me. Ever. If you do, I won't be accountable for my actions. Understand?" he said coldly.
Potter nodded and Snape couldn't help but notice he looked a little nervous. Snape was about to go towards the room on the left when something inside of him caused him to go to the right and open the door for the first time in over 15 years.
The room was dark, but when the door opened, candles lit themselves and illuminated the room. The walls were a soft cream color with dark blue border. Soft Slytherin-green carpet adorned the floor. The crib was no longer in the room. It was replaced by a four poster canopy bed of mahogany wood. Emerald green sheets with white trim covered the large bed. A wardrobe, dresser, and bedside table made of mahogany wood stood gleaming in the candlelight. There was a fireplace with a roaring fire in it. A scarlet chair sat in front of it. A mahogany desk was placed in front of a large window that was currently covered by midnight blue draperies.
Snape held in a gasp as he viewed the room. Twinkle must have somehow known that Potter would end up in this room, even before he did. Snape whirled back on Potter.
"This room is yours. Breakfast is at 8:00 O'clock sharp. If you miss it, you won't have breakfast. Twinkle will most likely come at get you to show you to the Dining room. You will stay in this room tonight. Tomorrow morning I will tell you the rest of the rules."
With these words, Snape stalked out the door leaving Harry looking in awe of the room.
~~~
Harry couldn't believe that he was going to be staying in a bedroom the size of this one. He would have thought that Snape would have put him in the dungeons or something similar. However, this room was huge! He was startled out of his reverie by a loud *pop* as a house elf, Twinkle?, appeared with his belongings and Hedwig.
"Here is your belongings Young Master." said Twinkle bowing. "I is hoping you like the room. I prepared it myself."
"It's huge," was all that Harry could make out.
"Yes," said Twinkle, "It was meant to be Young Master's room when you was a baby."
Harry turned to Twinkle. "Really?"
"Oh yes! I remember when Young Master's mother first designed the room. She wanted it perfect for Young Master."
Harry thanked Twinkle and she left with another *pop*. Harry slowly went and opened the window before letting Hedwig out of her cage. He watched her as she made dives and turns, obviously glad to be out in the open. Harry then turned to his trunk and unpacked his clothes. His mind was still reeling from the events of that day. It started out normal, first he went to the park, he then met with Mrs. Figg and they had lunch. He stayed with Mrs. Figg for the rest of the afternoon. When he returned to the Dursley's, Dumbledore was there. He found out that the Potters weren't his real parents. His real parents were Severus and Regina Snape. His birth mother died giving birth to him and the Potters took him in to protect him. And He had to live with Professor Snape for the rest of the summer. Harry shook his head and asked himself,
"What have I been pushed into now?"
Receiving no answer, Harry decided to unpack the rest of his belongings later. He changed into his pajamas, old castoffs of Dudley's, and flopped into the bed. So his eyes began to droop and he entered a deep sleep.
*DREAM SEQUENCE*
Harry was standing in a cloud of white fog. He couldn't see anything around him. He suddenly heard a voice he thought that he would never hear ever again in his life.
"Harry? Is that you? Finally! I thought that you would never get around to a deep sleep!"
Harry whirled around and saw Sirius standing behind him with a huge smile on his face.
"Sirius? Is that really you?" Harry gasped his disbelief.
It looked like Sirius except he was clean shaven and his black hair was tied neatly into a ponytail. He was also wearing white robes. His eyes also no longer had their haunted look.
"No, it's Merlin." said Sirius sarcastically, "Of course it's me!"
"But how? Your dead?" said Harry still not believing his eyes.
"Well, yeah, that is kinda true. It's not that bad though. I mean I get to see old friends that died a long time ago and stuff. It's really wicked." said Sirius smiling.
"This is a dream. It has to be." said Harry still in disbelief.
"Yeah, it is a dream." said Sirius, "But it's more of a vision dream from the world of the dead and all that yadda yadda stuff."
"But why?" asked Harry slowly.
"Um, I'll tell you that latter, for now I have a bone to pick with you. I'm dead! Get over it! I don't want you to moap about my death. I would have died that day anyway even if it hadn't been that way! It was my time to go. You have been all doom and gloom and Harry, you really need something called anger management. Snap out of it! You aren't going to help anyone by sitting on your butt in self hatred! It's not your fault! Okay?" said Sirius stopping for a breath.
Harry's eyes widened. Being berated by the person he was mourning for caused something inside of him to evaporate. All the anger he had held inside melted away. Tears started to well up in his eyes.
"Sirius!" he cried hugging him fiercely. "It is you!"
"Of course it's me." said Sirius hugging Harry in return.
"But why? How?" started Harry breaking away from Sirius.
"Woah, woah, slow down. Now I was asked by the lady of visions and dreams to tell you something. She asked me to tell you. To tell you. Oh bloody hell, I forgot what she told me to tell you!" said Sirius hitting his head with his fist.
A light feminine laugh filled the air.
"Boy am I glad that she sent me after you. At least I remember what she wants to tell Harry." said a cheerful female voice.
Sirius and Harry both looked around and saw a woman with curly blond hair standing with her arms crossed. Her bright blue eyes were twinkling gleefully.
"Regina, don't do that." said Sirius shaking his head.
The woman crossed over to them and looked at Harry.
"Oh my, you look all grown up. I was never able to see you before my death." she said softly.
"Regina?" asked Harry, as comprehension dawned on him. "Mother.."
"Yes Harry, I'm your Mom." said Regina. "I want you to know that I've always loved you and I will always continue to love you no matter what happens. Now, I must tell you a message from the lady of visions and dreams. She says that you have a rough road ahead of you and you will not be able to make it alone. You will need to rejudge people who you thought that you had judged. You must be cautious at all times. Use your instincts, they will not fail you. It will take time for your trust to rebuild, but try to see past the past. Look toward the future and you will not fail to find your destiny and your true power that is hidden inside of you."
"But how? I don't know if I can really trust again." said Harry.
"You use a little thing that is right there." said Regina poking a finger over his heart.
"I'll try." said Harry.
"That's all that you can do." said Sirius giving Harry an encouraging smile.
"Also, give your father a chance. He hasn't had an easy life. He needs a reason to live and you could be that reason." said Regina, "I love him. Give him a chance. He's a wonderful man. Underneath all that cruelty is the man I fell in love with. You are about to wake up, so remember this. Give Severus Snape a chance. Try to start anew."
"Yeah, kill him with kindness if you have to." said Sirius.
"Remember that you are loved." said Regina.
She then reached up and pulled something out of the air.
"I have something to give you to remember all that we told you."
She then held her hand out and a silver chain was in it. The shiny metal sparkled and gleamed. Regina then put the chain around Harry's neck. She then gave him a hug. Regina and Sirius started to become transparent then and Regina quickly said,
"We have to go now. But remember......"
With those words, the world started to swirl around.
*END DREAM SEQUENCE*
~~~
July 4th - 7:30 A.M. - Day Two
"Young Master wake up!" said Twinkle shaking Harry awake.
"Wha.." started Harry.
He reached over and picked his glasses up off of the table. Twinkle was standing by the bed looking at Harry anxiously.
"What time is it?" asked Harry.
"It's 7:30 Young Master. You need to get up and go down to the Dining room! Master Snape will be waiting." said Twinkle in a hurry.
"I'm coming. Wait outside the room while I go and change okay?" said Harry wearily.
"Yes Young Master." said Twinkle bowing as she left the room.
Harry shook his head and wondered about his dream. Was it really a dream? He reached up to see if the chain was there and lo! It was there. This gave him a bit of comfort because he knew that he wasn't alone. He then went and got dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt. When he left the bedroom, Twinkle was waiting outside the door.
"Now follow me and I will take you to the Dinning room Young master." said Twinkle bounding off.
Harry shook his head and wondered at the happy little elf. He then proceeded to follow Twinkle as she headed downstairs.
~~~
Snape sat at the head chair at the Dinning Room table. He was pondering the strange dream he had that night. Regina appeared to him and told him that Potter really was their son and that he should give him a second chance and let bygones be bygones. Shape would have dismissed her message if she hadn't kicked his shin. Of course, just that wouldn't have changed his mind except in the morning, his shin was hurting and a bruise in the shape of a shoe toe was forming. He sipped his coffee. Dingle knew exactly how to make his coffee, black with a hint of cream. He decided to figure out what to do with Potter later, right now he was going to see what crap the Daily Prophet printed today.
The paper's front articles were still going on about how Voldemort was back and how Fudge was still trying his best to correct things. Snape scowled, what a load of crap. Fudge was still philandering around and doing nothing except bother Albus Dumbledore. A noise from the door directed Snape's attention. Twinkle had entered with Potter following behind her. Twinkle then guided him to a chair and left to go and help Dingle with breakfast.
When breakfast appeared on the table, Potter cautiously filled his plate and began to eat. Snape continued to sip his coffee while he surveyed Potter. He looked the same as he always did, a carbon copy of James Potter. Snape noticed however, that he didn't wolf down his food like James Potter usually did. He instead quietly ate his food neatly and slowly. Yet, his clothes were oversized and atrocious. Stupid muggle fashion. Yet, muggle fashion surely wouldn't include threadbare clothes. Snape just shrugged and decided to go back to his paper. After a while, Snape decided to say something.
"Well Potter, I believe it's time to lay down some rules."
Harry looked up at Snape wearily and waited for him to continue.
~End Chapter 4~
A/N: Alrighty!! Chapter four! This is the farthest I've ever gone writting a fan fiction. I'm amazed that I actually was able to get this chapter out on time! I just got back from rehersal 15 minutes ago. Of course, I started writing last night, but was unable to finish. Well, I'd like to thank these people for reviewing the last chapter:
Xikum, Lady S, Anarane Anwamane, and mistik-elf13.
Fabi- I want to thank you for your correction of the italian. I really don't know any foreign languages and thanks for clearing it up. I will correct it as soon as my life gets a little less hectic.
I appreciate all of your support. So please review!
|~Lilyanphino~|
Chapter 4 - July 3rd - 8:00 P.M. - Day One
Adjusting to New Lifestyles
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last Chapter:
Snape and Harry stared at each other before Snape said,
"Well, I suppose you'll have to stay here then. Twinkle will get your things. If you will follow me, I'll show you to your room."
With that he marched upstairs with Harry following close behind.
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Snape scowled as he walked. He planned on giving Potter the smallest bedroom the mansion had. Unfortunately, it was to the left of his room, but he was not going to spoil Potter. After all, Potter was already a foolish, spoiled Gryffindor brat. He silently cursed Albus yet again. This time, however, it was for a different reason. Apparently Albus had told his house elves, Twinkle and Dingle, that Potter was his son. Why else would Twinkle have called Potter, Young Master? He would have to give the elves a talk right away to ensure Potter would not be treated in a special manner. As he neared the bedrooms he remembered the bedroom that was to the right of his room. Regina had been absolutely thrilled when she found out that she was giving birth to a baby boy. She had spent hours in that bedroom making it perfect for their son. However, the day she died, Snape had closed the room and hadn't been inside since that day. The door to Snape's room was at the end of the hallway. He stopped suddenly and noticed Potter almost walked into him. He smirked and turned around.
"You are not to ever go into the room behind me. Ever. If you do, I won't be accountable for my actions. Understand?" he said coldly.
Potter nodded and Snape couldn't help but notice he looked a little nervous. Snape was about to go towards the room on the left when something inside of him caused him to go to the right and open the door for the first time in over 15 years.
The room was dark, but when the door opened, candles lit themselves and illuminated the room. The walls were a soft cream color with dark blue border. Soft Slytherin-green carpet adorned the floor. The crib was no longer in the room. It was replaced by a four poster canopy bed of mahogany wood. Emerald green sheets with white trim covered the large bed. A wardrobe, dresser, and bedside table made of mahogany wood stood gleaming in the candlelight. There was a fireplace with a roaring fire in it. A scarlet chair sat in front of it. A mahogany desk was placed in front of a large window that was currently covered by midnight blue draperies.
Snape held in a gasp as he viewed the room. Twinkle must have somehow known that Potter would end up in this room, even before he did. Snape whirled back on Potter.
"This room is yours. Breakfast is at 8:00 O'clock sharp. If you miss it, you won't have breakfast. Twinkle will most likely come at get you to show you to the Dining room. You will stay in this room tonight. Tomorrow morning I will tell you the rest of the rules."
With these words, Snape stalked out the door leaving Harry looking in awe of the room.
~~~
Harry couldn't believe that he was going to be staying in a bedroom the size of this one. He would have thought that Snape would have put him in the dungeons or something similar. However, this room was huge! He was startled out of his reverie by a loud *pop* as a house elf, Twinkle?, appeared with his belongings and Hedwig.
"Here is your belongings Young Master." said Twinkle bowing. "I is hoping you like the room. I prepared it myself."
"It's huge," was all that Harry could make out.
"Yes," said Twinkle, "It was meant to be Young Master's room when you was a baby."
Harry turned to Twinkle. "Really?"
"Oh yes! I remember when Young Master's mother first designed the room. She wanted it perfect for Young Master."
Harry thanked Twinkle and she left with another *pop*. Harry slowly went and opened the window before letting Hedwig out of her cage. He watched her as she made dives and turns, obviously glad to be out in the open. Harry then turned to his trunk and unpacked his clothes. His mind was still reeling from the events of that day. It started out normal, first he went to the park, he then met with Mrs. Figg and they had lunch. He stayed with Mrs. Figg for the rest of the afternoon. When he returned to the Dursley's, Dumbledore was there. He found out that the Potters weren't his real parents. His real parents were Severus and Regina Snape. His birth mother died giving birth to him and the Potters took him in to protect him. And He had to live with Professor Snape for the rest of the summer. Harry shook his head and asked himself,
"What have I been pushed into now?"
Receiving no answer, Harry decided to unpack the rest of his belongings later. He changed into his pajamas, old castoffs of Dudley's, and flopped into the bed. So his eyes began to droop and he entered a deep sleep.
*DREAM SEQUENCE*
Harry was standing in a cloud of white fog. He couldn't see anything around him. He suddenly heard a voice he thought that he would never hear ever again in his life.
"Harry? Is that you? Finally! I thought that you would never get around to a deep sleep!"
Harry whirled around and saw Sirius standing behind him with a huge smile on his face.
"Sirius? Is that really you?" Harry gasped his disbelief.
It looked like Sirius except he was clean shaven and his black hair was tied neatly into a ponytail. He was also wearing white robes. His eyes also no longer had their haunted look.
"No, it's Merlin." said Sirius sarcastically, "Of course it's me!"
"But how? Your dead?" said Harry still not believing his eyes.
"Well, yeah, that is kinda true. It's not that bad though. I mean I get to see old friends that died a long time ago and stuff. It's really wicked." said Sirius smiling.
"This is a dream. It has to be." said Harry still in disbelief.
"Yeah, it is a dream." said Sirius, "But it's more of a vision dream from the world of the dead and all that yadda yadda stuff."
"But why?" asked Harry slowly.
"Um, I'll tell you that latter, for now I have a bone to pick with you. I'm dead! Get over it! I don't want you to moap about my death. I would have died that day anyway even if it hadn't been that way! It was my time to go. You have been all doom and gloom and Harry, you really need something called anger management. Snap out of it! You aren't going to help anyone by sitting on your butt in self hatred! It's not your fault! Okay?" said Sirius stopping for a breath.
Harry's eyes widened. Being berated by the person he was mourning for caused something inside of him to evaporate. All the anger he had held inside melted away. Tears started to well up in his eyes.
"Sirius!" he cried hugging him fiercely. "It is you!"
"Of course it's me." said Sirius hugging Harry in return.
"But why? How?" started Harry breaking away from Sirius.
"Woah, woah, slow down. Now I was asked by the lady of visions and dreams to tell you something. She asked me to tell you. To tell you. Oh bloody hell, I forgot what she told me to tell you!" said Sirius hitting his head with his fist.
A light feminine laugh filled the air.
"Boy am I glad that she sent me after you. At least I remember what she wants to tell Harry." said a cheerful female voice.
Sirius and Harry both looked around and saw a woman with curly blond hair standing with her arms crossed. Her bright blue eyes were twinkling gleefully.
"Regina, don't do that." said Sirius shaking his head.
The woman crossed over to them and looked at Harry.
"Oh my, you look all grown up. I was never able to see you before my death." she said softly.
"Regina?" asked Harry, as comprehension dawned on him. "Mother.."
"Yes Harry, I'm your Mom." said Regina. "I want you to know that I've always loved you and I will always continue to love you no matter what happens. Now, I must tell you a message from the lady of visions and dreams. She says that you have a rough road ahead of you and you will not be able to make it alone. You will need to rejudge people who you thought that you had judged. You must be cautious at all times. Use your instincts, they will not fail you. It will take time for your trust to rebuild, but try to see past the past. Look toward the future and you will not fail to find your destiny and your true power that is hidden inside of you."
"But how? I don't know if I can really trust again." said Harry.
"You use a little thing that is right there." said Regina poking a finger over his heart.
"I'll try." said Harry.
"That's all that you can do." said Sirius giving Harry an encouraging smile.
"Also, give your father a chance. He hasn't had an easy life. He needs a reason to live and you could be that reason." said Regina, "I love him. Give him a chance. He's a wonderful man. Underneath all that cruelty is the man I fell in love with. You are about to wake up, so remember this. Give Severus Snape a chance. Try to start anew."
"Yeah, kill him with kindness if you have to." said Sirius.
"Remember that you are loved." said Regina.
She then reached up and pulled something out of the air.
"I have something to give you to remember all that we told you."
She then held her hand out and a silver chain was in it. The shiny metal sparkled and gleamed. Regina then put the chain around Harry's neck. She then gave him a hug. Regina and Sirius started to become transparent then and Regina quickly said,
"We have to go now. But remember......"
With those words, the world started to swirl around.
*END DREAM SEQUENCE*
~~~
July 4th - 7:30 A.M. - Day Two
"Young Master wake up!" said Twinkle shaking Harry awake.
"Wha.." started Harry.
He reached over and picked his glasses up off of the table. Twinkle was standing by the bed looking at Harry anxiously.
"What time is it?" asked Harry.
"It's 7:30 Young Master. You need to get up and go down to the Dining room! Master Snape will be waiting." said Twinkle in a hurry.
"I'm coming. Wait outside the room while I go and change okay?" said Harry wearily.
"Yes Young Master." said Twinkle bowing as she left the room.
Harry shook his head and wondered about his dream. Was it really a dream? He reached up to see if the chain was there and lo! It was there. This gave him a bit of comfort because he knew that he wasn't alone. He then went and got dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt. When he left the bedroom, Twinkle was waiting outside the door.
"Now follow me and I will take you to the Dinning room Young master." said Twinkle bounding off.
Harry shook his head and wondered at the happy little elf. He then proceeded to follow Twinkle as she headed downstairs.
~~~
Snape sat at the head chair at the Dinning Room table. He was pondering the strange dream he had that night. Regina appeared to him and told him that Potter really was their son and that he should give him a second chance and let bygones be bygones. Shape would have dismissed her message if she hadn't kicked his shin. Of course, just that wouldn't have changed his mind except in the morning, his shin was hurting and a bruise in the shape of a shoe toe was forming. He sipped his coffee. Dingle knew exactly how to make his coffee, black with a hint of cream. He decided to figure out what to do with Potter later, right now he was going to see what crap the Daily Prophet printed today.
The paper's front articles were still going on about how Voldemort was back and how Fudge was still trying his best to correct things. Snape scowled, what a load of crap. Fudge was still philandering around and doing nothing except bother Albus Dumbledore. A noise from the door directed Snape's attention. Twinkle had entered with Potter following behind her. Twinkle then guided him to a chair and left to go and help Dingle with breakfast.
When breakfast appeared on the table, Potter cautiously filled his plate and began to eat. Snape continued to sip his coffee while he surveyed Potter. He looked the same as he always did, a carbon copy of James Potter. Snape noticed however, that he didn't wolf down his food like James Potter usually did. He instead quietly ate his food neatly and slowly. Yet, his clothes were oversized and atrocious. Stupid muggle fashion. Yet, muggle fashion surely wouldn't include threadbare clothes. Snape just shrugged and decided to go back to his paper. After a while, Snape decided to say something.
"Well Potter, I believe it's time to lay down some rules."
Harry looked up at Snape wearily and waited for him to continue.
~End Chapter 4~
A/N: Alrighty!! Chapter four! This is the farthest I've ever gone writting a fan fiction. I'm amazed that I actually was able to get this chapter out on time! I just got back from rehersal 15 minutes ago. Of course, I started writing last night, but was unable to finish. Well, I'd like to thank these people for reviewing the last chapter:
Xikum, Lady S, Anarane Anwamane, and mistik-elf13.
Fabi- I want to thank you for your correction of the italian. I really don't know any foreign languages and thanks for clearing it up. I will correct it as soon as my life gets a little less hectic.
I appreciate all of your support. So please review!
|~Lilyanphino~|