Selfish Concerns
AN:
Bwhahahaha...
I have a secret...
and I'm not telling...
But there is no secret when it comes to the ownership of HP. JK Rowling owns HP and company.
you can read the chapter now that I've bothered you once again.
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"I suppose you would prefer to speak to me privately?" the headmaster said walking out of the door.
"I take it that YOU would like to speak in privacy," Snape said following the old man.
"ME? Why of course not! I am willing to speak openly about several things, including the fact that for my last birthday a woman from Paris France sent me a most peculiar present," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"I don't want to know, I'm sure," Snape said. "However open you are, this particular conversation would be best conversed in private quarters out of the way of any students or their Extendable Ears."
"I must admit, I suspected as much," Dumbledore replied. "Which is why I have been walking towards my office, as we are now in front of it. Umbridge is a cow."
The gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office jumped aside and let the professors into the chambers within while nodding its head in agreement, having been threatened by the woman the previous year and ending up biting her.
"Headmaster, why did you insist on using that as a password?" the potions master demanded.
"I asked the owners of Weasley Wizard Wheezes for password suggestions and this was the only one that did not include you, Slytherins, and/or a fair bit of profanity."
"Bloody Gryffindors," Snape muttered under his breath as both men sat down on opposite sides of the headmaster's desk.
"I wouldn't say that if I were you Severus," Dumbledore said grinning leaning against his desk amusedly. "The sorting hat confided to me that it nearly put Messers Fred and George Weasley into the Slytherin house. You have to admit, my friend, that their ambition is great to have started a company before they left school, indeed when they were sixth years."
"We are not here to discuss the Weasley twins," Snape said sourly crossing his arms. "We are here to discuss your brilliance in believing Potter's story! If I recall correctly I was the one who found him in that bloody bathroom. If you saw his face on that floor you wouldn't believe him for a second. HE LOOKED HAPPY!"
"Well that is a surprise," Dumbledore said softly. "Could it be that you are concerned for the safety of Harry Potter? James Potter's son?"
"No. I'm worried about my own sorry ass," Snape said bluntly. "He's the only one who can defeat the bloody dark lord and I do not want to be left in a dark world being a former spy."
"So your concern is purely selfish?" Dumbledore asked.
"Or course it is!" Snape exclaimed.
"Then you wouldn't mind to continue tutoring the boy in Occulemency," Dumbledore smiled.
"Please tell me this is one of your failed attempts at humor Headmaster," Snape said in, which sounded like a vocal sneer to most, a pleading voice.
"I'm afraid it is not Severus," Dumbledore said. "Harry cannot as of yet block his mind from attacks, as was so aptly shown at the end of the last school year when he was lured to the ministry."
"Albus, surely you would be a more able tutor for him. In case you've forgotten he's an inconsiderate brat who believes another's Pensieve is his washing basin!" Snape said furiously.
"That was an unfortunate occurrence that I am sure will not occur again," Dumbledore said. "And as for me, I believe that he would think I was prying if I were to teach him and alas that would challenge me most greatly. Now if you excuse me, I must go and visit the sandman."
Dumbledore walked through a door to his private quarters and heard Severus swear profusely when he realized his original question was not answered. Dumbledore sighed, it was best that way.
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AN:
Hi all! More Snape in chapters to come... and nope... he's not going to become much nicer... I'm trying to keep him in character.
Please review! I need views on my fic!
AN:
Bwhahahaha...
I have a secret...
and I'm not telling...
But there is no secret when it comes to the ownership of HP. JK Rowling owns HP and company.
you can read the chapter now that I've bothered you once again.
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"I suppose you would prefer to speak to me privately?" the headmaster said walking out of the door.
"I take it that YOU would like to speak in privacy," Snape said following the old man.
"ME? Why of course not! I am willing to speak openly about several things, including the fact that for my last birthday a woman from Paris France sent me a most peculiar present," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"I don't want to know, I'm sure," Snape said. "However open you are, this particular conversation would be best conversed in private quarters out of the way of any students or their Extendable Ears."
"I must admit, I suspected as much," Dumbledore replied. "Which is why I have been walking towards my office, as we are now in front of it. Umbridge is a cow."
The gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office jumped aside and let the professors into the chambers within while nodding its head in agreement, having been threatened by the woman the previous year and ending up biting her.
"Headmaster, why did you insist on using that as a password?" the potions master demanded.
"I asked the owners of Weasley Wizard Wheezes for password suggestions and this was the only one that did not include you, Slytherins, and/or a fair bit of profanity."
"Bloody Gryffindors," Snape muttered under his breath as both men sat down on opposite sides of the headmaster's desk.
"I wouldn't say that if I were you Severus," Dumbledore said grinning leaning against his desk amusedly. "The sorting hat confided to me that it nearly put Messers Fred and George Weasley into the Slytherin house. You have to admit, my friend, that their ambition is great to have started a company before they left school, indeed when they were sixth years."
"We are not here to discuss the Weasley twins," Snape said sourly crossing his arms. "We are here to discuss your brilliance in believing Potter's story! If I recall correctly I was the one who found him in that bloody bathroom. If you saw his face on that floor you wouldn't believe him for a second. HE LOOKED HAPPY!"
"Well that is a surprise," Dumbledore said softly. "Could it be that you are concerned for the safety of Harry Potter? James Potter's son?"
"No. I'm worried about my own sorry ass," Snape said bluntly. "He's the only one who can defeat the bloody dark lord and I do not want to be left in a dark world being a former spy."
"So your concern is purely selfish?" Dumbledore asked.
"Or course it is!" Snape exclaimed.
"Then you wouldn't mind to continue tutoring the boy in Occulemency," Dumbledore smiled.
"Please tell me this is one of your failed attempts at humor Headmaster," Snape said in, which sounded like a vocal sneer to most, a pleading voice.
"I'm afraid it is not Severus," Dumbledore said. "Harry cannot as of yet block his mind from attacks, as was so aptly shown at the end of the last school year when he was lured to the ministry."
"Albus, surely you would be a more able tutor for him. In case you've forgotten he's an inconsiderate brat who believes another's Pensieve is his washing basin!" Snape said furiously.
"That was an unfortunate occurrence that I am sure will not occur again," Dumbledore said. "And as for me, I believe that he would think I was prying if I were to teach him and alas that would challenge me most greatly. Now if you excuse me, I must go and visit the sandman."
Dumbledore walked through a door to his private quarters and heard Severus swear profusely when he realized his original question was not answered. Dumbledore sighed, it was best that way.
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AN:
Hi all! More Snape in chapters to come... and nope... he's not going to become much nicer... I'm trying to keep him in character.
Please review! I need views on my fic!