Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond
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Quote:
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little duelling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works.
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about duelling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry — you'll still have you Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!"
"Wouldn't it be great if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear.
Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at him like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets pg.189, 190, by: JK Rowling
Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond
Chapter 6
Harry awoke the next day feeling most refreshed and reprieved from yesterday's drama. He remembered his talk with Lupin and then his... more than complimentary meeting with Snape. Harry knew that he'd gone a bit over the top with the Snivellus comment. But he had been so angry! Didn't that count for anything? The slimeball had petrified him, for God's sake! But, Harry supposed as he threw back the covers of Sirius's old bed, an apology was in order... no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
He was still in his pajamas, as he climbed out of the four poster. Harry slipped his feet into a pair of dark navy slippers by the edge of the bed and made for the door. Harry travelled from the bedroom, a bit dizzy, to the landing of the staircase. As he made his way down the stairs, voices were starting to travel up from the dinning room area. The house was still as dark and dank as always, but this time there was something missing... something that Harry couldn't quite place.
Harry held onto the railing. The world wouldn't stop spinning, Harry shook his head a few times. There couldn't be anything wrong with him, or anything else for that matter. So, Harry put the spinning down to being in bed for too long.
Both Lupin and Snape were seated at the long dinning room table. They looked up as Harry entered, and they also both made to grab for him.
"Harry! What are you doing down here? You're supposed to be in bed." Lupin chided him. Steering him into the nearest chair.
"Potter! Can't you even follow instructions?! Do orders just float through your abysmally small brain?" Snape snapped at him, pulling him in the direction of the staircase.
Harry cried out as both the adults pulled their separate ways, eventually stretching him to a breaking point. Snape let go first and Lupin guided Harry over to a chair. Harry sighed in relief, rubbing his abused arms.
"Needed to get out of there." Harry mumbled, not meeting anyone's eyes. "I was board."
Snape snorted, unconvinced, and sat down in his chair. Lupin, however, wasn't as cold and uncaring as Snape was, thank God.
"Are you hungry, Harry? All you've had for the past few days is chocolate and potions."
"Um... sure." Harry said, quite aware of the fact that Snape hadn't ceased his starring.
A few seconds later, a bowl of warm oatmeal had been placed in front of him, wisps of smoked slowly snaking up into the air. Harry sighed and picked up the spoon with a trembling hand. Why couldn't he stop shaking!? Harry finally made the spoon to his mouth and he gratefully opened his jaw. It was very good, actually. The only breakfast he'd had at the Dursley's that had qualified as a four star meal had been a stub of watermelon and scraps of ham.
Harry looked up quickly. Both of the adults were starring at him avidly. Self conscious, Harry nervously patted down his bangs to cover his scar. He'd been doing that for as long as he could remember... it was habit that had developed over the years, well... since he joined the Wizarding World, at least.
Snape finally broke the gaze and went back to his meal, picking up the Daily Prophet as he did so. Lupin followed suit and went back to drinking his coffee. Harry starred back down at the cereal. He wasn't so hungry anymore. Did he really want to apologize to Snape? No, not really... but, Harry amended, Snape did help him a lot... he'd probably be sick or something like that if he hadn't given him potions or that disgusting goo.
Harry pushed the bowl away from him and stood up. Both adults looked up quickly. Lupin beat the Potions Master to the punch, "Harry? Where are you going?"
Harry was already at the doorway when he answered, "Oh... just going to have a look around..." Harry slipped out of the room, and then, mustering all of his dignity together, he poked his head back in.
"'m sorry I called you Snivellus, professor!"
Harry bolted into the next room, before Snape could call him back.
Harry travelled through the musty old house, glancing at photos here and there, and eventually finding himself in the library. He and his friends had actually done a good job on trying to get the room cleaned. There were new drapes on the windows and the floors were swept. There was, however, a new addition to the room.
Over in the corner, by the fireplace were the plaques, all sporting the chopped elves's heads... there was a new addition to the collection.
Kreacher's head, snooty and disgusting as always, was mounted on the last peg. Harry felt a hatred so great that he had trouble believing that it was coming from him. The damn elf had tricked him... he had helped Harry kill Sirius...
Harry marched, resolutely up to the board and yanked Kreacher's freshly cut head off the wall by the snooty nose. He then made his way over to the fireplace, tossing the elf head into the empty grate.
"Stupid elf..." Harry muttered.
Harry seated himself on a large sofa in the corner of the room, pulling his legs to his chest in an attempt to warm himself. The room was very cold, a chill was sweeping up through his body, freezing his blood in his veins. Harry could remember only too clearly the last time he had been in this room. Sirius had been helping them to remove a bunch of the old rubbish that had piled up in the cabinets. Sirius had hated this house, Harry thought to himself while clutching his legs a bit tighter. He had hated it with a passion... and to Harry it seemed funny, that the house and it's worker and helped in being his down fall.
No, Harry though bitterly, I was his down fall...
Harry sat in that same fashion for what seemed like hours. He just sat, starring at the creme coloured walls... wallowing in his misery. And he would have continued that way, had someone not interrupted him.
"Potter?"
Harry looked up at the entrance way with his dull, unseeing eyes... somewhere along the line they had lost their sparkle.
"Yes, sir?" Harry asked.
Snape strode in the room. He was carrying a tray which contained at least four bottles of potion and a jar of a gooey red substance. Harry looked at the tray without interest. It didn't matter what was on the tray.
"I've brought your... medicine." Snape sneered at him, sitting down next to Harry on the plush sofa.
"That's really not necessary, Professor." Harry told him blandly. "I don't need it."
This only seemed to make Snape angry with him. "You nearly got killed by dementors you foolish boy!" he hissed. "You will take the medications I give you, and you'll do it without a fuss. Do I make myself clear?"
Harry sighed, mumbling a, "Yes sir." along the way. Snape nodded curtly and then took up a green potion from the tray. He handed it to Harry, who's hands were trembling so much, that the potion bottle nearly slipped through his fingers. Snape huffed impatiently, as though Harry was being difficult on purpose, and then lifted the bottle to Harry's lips. They continued in that fashion until all four of the bottles were empty, and Harry was feeling incredibly sick to his stomach.
Snape picked up the jar of red goo from the tray and instructed Harry to lay his hands on Snape's lap. Harry did so and then Snape scooped out a good sized amount and took on of Harry's hands, smothering it with his cold boney fingers until Harry thought it looked like he had another layer of skin. As Snape reached for the other hand and continued the procedure, Snape spoke to him.
"Thank you for the apology, Potter." Snape told him curtly, rubbing in the goo with a touch of gentleness.
Harry looked at his Potions professor in shock before nodding. Had Snape just apologized to Harry Potter? "You're welcome, sir."
Snape finished the rub in silence and then took two plastic gloves out of his pockets and strapped them around Harry's wrists. Harry could feel his hands warm pleasantly. He thought that it was over and that now Snape would leave, but the Potions Master did not move.
"Please remove your slippers, Potter." Snape told him, taking another clump of goo from the jar.
Harry gapped at Snape. The git had to do his feet too!? "You don't have to, professor. The hands are enough."
Snape rolled his eyes heavenward before narrowing them in anger. "Potter, you are very ill... even though you may not seem to realize it. And I will not be the one caring for you if the full side effects of your illness return! Now, will you kindly shut up and remove your slippers so that I may treat your stubborn feet?!"
Harry nodded and slipped off his slippers hesitantly. He looked over and Snape who was waiting impatiently. What did he want him to do now?
"PLEASE give me your feet, Potter!" Snape snapped at him.
Harry jumped and quickly lifted his feet onto Snape's lap. The Potion's master rubbed his feet down with the goo, much as he had done for the hands. When he was complete, Snape strapped on a pair of plastic booties, the warming sensation crept down to his toes.
"Also..." Snape said, as he set Harry's feet on a cushion, so that they were levitated, "Tomorrow we will be going to the Ministry for the reading of Black's will. You will not do anything rash."
Snape left to room and left Harry to his thoughts. So, they were going to the Ministry. Harry was already thinking of what he would do to Lestrange if he saw her there, as he drifted off to a nap...
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