Verbal Sparring
AN:
Hi all!
Did I tell you I have recently aquired a puppy?
She's so black I've started to call her 'Baby Grim'
Of Course... that has nothing to do with me not owning Harry Potter and ect...
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Harry froze in his spot and thought, "No way an he know. I'm careful. Maybe I've been too careful. No I'm acting normally. He wants me to suffer. That's it. He wants to spread it around the school to make me miserable. He couldn't know that I really tried to kill myself," in about two seconds with the chant "Shit, Shit, Shit," running underneath his thoughts. Harry turned around to face the Potions master and asked calmly, "You don't believe me about what sir?"
"You know precisely what I don't believe you about, Potter," Snape said coldly.
"I'm sorry sir, I don't," Harry said professing his ignorance while glaring at the professor angrily to hide his fear.
"Bull shit," Snape replied. "Since you insist on acting dumber than you actually are I'll humor you. I don't believe the bull crap about Voldemort making you do a damned thing. You were the one who tried to end your life. Not the dark lord."
Harry's fear flashed on his face before he schooled it into the indifference he showed to the Dursleys whenever they accused him of something, and took the advice that Vernon gave to Dudley before he went to Smeltings, "When caught in a lie, deny, deny, deny."
"I don't know why I would lie about something like that. Especially since it seems so unlikely and people wouldn't believe me. If I had to lie why wouldn't I come up with something a bit more believable? Like being put under the Imperious curse or something," Harry replied. "That way I wouldn't have put up with you not believing that Voldemort tried to kill me again, like he has tried five times before."
"Idiot," Snape hissed. "You know perfectly well that I am a spy in the Dark Lord's inner circle and one thing about the bastard, that even you should know by now, meeting him as many times as you have, is that he loves to brag. If he managed to slit your wrists by your own hands, through your own mind, then he would be bragging to his Deatheaters and the Slytherin children of the Deatheaters would spread rumors about you being suicidal. Since none of that has occurred, there is reason to believe that Voldemort did not slit your wrists. You did."
Harry stood frozen for a few seconds realizing that he had overlooked the important detail that Snape was a Deatheater. After he unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth he said as calmly as he could manage, "Maybe Voldemort was pissed off that he didn't succeed. He could be sulking."
"Ten points from Gryffindor for treating a teacher like an idiot," Snape snapped releasing some of his anger that was building since he started to talk to the insolate brat called 'The-Boy-Who-Lived.' "Even if he was angry that he failed, he A. would not admit it, and B. would still brag about the control he has over you and the Deatheaters' children would still spread rumors about your suicidal tendencies, thus making your life miserable before he would try to kill you again.
"Well the bastard is insane, who can figure out why he does what he does?" Harry said thinking fast and wishing desperately that he would be released to go to Transfiguration class soon.
"Five points from Gryffindor for swearing," Snape started reminding himself that if he gave Potter detention that would just be more time he had to spend with the Gryffindor. "He is completely rational when it comes to planning and torturing people he does not like. He would not let this opportunity pass."
"I'm surprised you're keeping silent," Harry said acidly. "You hate me just as much as Voldemort does and as you just said, this getting out would make my life miserable."
"Unfortunately that would discredit you and we need you to be a mascot for the light side," Snape spat disgusted. "Dumbledore ordered me to keep my mouth shut and I owe that man more than one bloody favor."
"I knew it, Dumbledore didn't believe me," Harry muttered angrily to himself.
"Wrong again Potter," Snape sneered. "I don't know how you managed it, but he believes you and is giving you back your cozy little position as the 'Tragic Hero of Hogwarts,' which has to be the most idiotic thing that man has done in his hundred and fifty year old life. His favoritism towards you is going to doom the whole damned world, Muggle and wizard alike, and all because he didn't pay attention to his 'Golden Boy's' actions after said 'Golden Boy' slit his bloody wrists trying to kill and came up with a cock and bull story denying his actions. Not to mention he is the only one able to defeat the bloody dark lord and his dying before the destroying the bastard would bring about the end of the world."
"I don't see why you would care who wins," Harry said scathingly. "You work on both sides. You hate me and would love to see me die. In fact I don't know why else you would bother to be a spy except as insurance just in case the Light side prevails. Isn't that what you Slytherins do? Work for the side that gives you what you want, but make sure you look good on the other side as well just in case they win and you can go on with your life? 'Look after only yourself and the rest of the world be damned,' is the Slytherin motto."
Snape sputtered angrily staring at the Gryffindor student who was standing defiantly before him. It had been a long time since a Gryffindor stood up to him to his face who wasn't a Seventh year after they had taken their N.E.W.T.s. He regained his composure and hissed quietly, "Detention Potter. 8:00 pm every night next wee. I don't know why I tried to convince you to confess under your own conscious. Now get out of my sight before I decide to pour Veritism down your throat and drag you to the Headmaster and force you to tell where the fault that 'incident' lies in."
"And of course if you are capable of doing that, Dumbledore could not be certain that it was Veritism that you made me take and not some manipulation potion," Harry snapped back at the angry man and walked out of the room.
'Damn Snape to hell' Harry thought angrily as he walked to his head of house's classroom. 'Damn him, damn him, damn him."
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AN:
Congradulations people! You got it to ten reviews! That means I didn't have to end this chapter in a cliff hanger.
But I have a question for you:
Some have asked that instead of updating every Sunday, I should update everyother Sunday and just push two chapters together at once.
Would you agree to that? I'm taking the majority's vote...
And if I get a chapter up to at least 2000 words in one week, I'd update that one immediately.
Review and tell me what you think!
And REMEMBER 10 reviews equals no cliffie
below 10 reviews, cliffie.
though some people might like cliffies...
AN:
Hi all!
Did I tell you I have recently aquired a puppy?
She's so black I've started to call her 'Baby Grim'
Of Course... that has nothing to do with me not owning Harry Potter and ect...
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Harry froze in his spot and thought, "No way an he know. I'm careful. Maybe I've been too careful. No I'm acting normally. He wants me to suffer. That's it. He wants to spread it around the school to make me miserable. He couldn't know that I really tried to kill myself," in about two seconds with the chant "Shit, Shit, Shit," running underneath his thoughts. Harry turned around to face the Potions master and asked calmly, "You don't believe me about what sir?"
"You know precisely what I don't believe you about, Potter," Snape said coldly.
"I'm sorry sir, I don't," Harry said professing his ignorance while glaring at the professor angrily to hide his fear.
"Bull shit," Snape replied. "Since you insist on acting dumber than you actually are I'll humor you. I don't believe the bull crap about Voldemort making you do a damned thing. You were the one who tried to end your life. Not the dark lord."
Harry's fear flashed on his face before he schooled it into the indifference he showed to the Dursleys whenever they accused him of something, and took the advice that Vernon gave to Dudley before he went to Smeltings, "When caught in a lie, deny, deny, deny."
"I don't know why I would lie about something like that. Especially since it seems so unlikely and people wouldn't believe me. If I had to lie why wouldn't I come up with something a bit more believable? Like being put under the Imperious curse or something," Harry replied. "That way I wouldn't have put up with you not believing that Voldemort tried to kill me again, like he has tried five times before."
"Idiot," Snape hissed. "You know perfectly well that I am a spy in the Dark Lord's inner circle and one thing about the bastard, that even you should know by now, meeting him as many times as you have, is that he loves to brag. If he managed to slit your wrists by your own hands, through your own mind, then he would be bragging to his Deatheaters and the Slytherin children of the Deatheaters would spread rumors about you being suicidal. Since none of that has occurred, there is reason to believe that Voldemort did not slit your wrists. You did."
Harry stood frozen for a few seconds realizing that he had overlooked the important detail that Snape was a Deatheater. After he unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth he said as calmly as he could manage, "Maybe Voldemort was pissed off that he didn't succeed. He could be sulking."
"Ten points from Gryffindor for treating a teacher like an idiot," Snape snapped releasing some of his anger that was building since he started to talk to the insolate brat called 'The-Boy-Who-Lived.' "Even if he was angry that he failed, he A. would not admit it, and B. would still brag about the control he has over you and the Deatheaters' children would still spread rumors about your suicidal tendencies, thus making your life miserable before he would try to kill you again.
"Well the bastard is insane, who can figure out why he does what he does?" Harry said thinking fast and wishing desperately that he would be released to go to Transfiguration class soon.
"Five points from Gryffindor for swearing," Snape started reminding himself that if he gave Potter detention that would just be more time he had to spend with the Gryffindor. "He is completely rational when it comes to planning and torturing people he does not like. He would not let this opportunity pass."
"I'm surprised you're keeping silent," Harry said acidly. "You hate me just as much as Voldemort does and as you just said, this getting out would make my life miserable."
"Unfortunately that would discredit you and we need you to be a mascot for the light side," Snape spat disgusted. "Dumbledore ordered me to keep my mouth shut and I owe that man more than one bloody favor."
"I knew it, Dumbledore didn't believe me," Harry muttered angrily to himself.
"Wrong again Potter," Snape sneered. "I don't know how you managed it, but he believes you and is giving you back your cozy little position as the 'Tragic Hero of Hogwarts,' which has to be the most idiotic thing that man has done in his hundred and fifty year old life. His favoritism towards you is going to doom the whole damned world, Muggle and wizard alike, and all because he didn't pay attention to his 'Golden Boy's' actions after said 'Golden Boy' slit his bloody wrists trying to kill and came up with a cock and bull story denying his actions. Not to mention he is the only one able to defeat the bloody dark lord and his dying before the destroying the bastard would bring about the end of the world."
"I don't see why you would care who wins," Harry said scathingly. "You work on both sides. You hate me and would love to see me die. In fact I don't know why else you would bother to be a spy except as insurance just in case the Light side prevails. Isn't that what you Slytherins do? Work for the side that gives you what you want, but make sure you look good on the other side as well just in case they win and you can go on with your life? 'Look after only yourself and the rest of the world be damned,' is the Slytherin motto."
Snape sputtered angrily staring at the Gryffindor student who was standing defiantly before him. It had been a long time since a Gryffindor stood up to him to his face who wasn't a Seventh year after they had taken their N.E.W.T.s. He regained his composure and hissed quietly, "Detention Potter. 8:00 pm every night next wee. I don't know why I tried to convince you to confess under your own conscious. Now get out of my sight before I decide to pour Veritism down your throat and drag you to the Headmaster and force you to tell where the fault that 'incident' lies in."
"And of course if you are capable of doing that, Dumbledore could not be certain that it was Veritism that you made me take and not some manipulation potion," Harry snapped back at the angry man and walked out of the room.
'Damn Snape to hell' Harry thought angrily as he walked to his head of house's classroom. 'Damn him, damn him, damn him."
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AN:
Congradulations people! You got it to ten reviews! That means I didn't have to end this chapter in a cliff hanger.
But I have a question for you:
Some have asked that instead of updating every Sunday, I should update everyother Sunday and just push two chapters together at once.
Would you agree to that? I'm taking the majority's vote...
And if I get a chapter up to at least 2000 words in one week, I'd update that one immediately.
Review and tell me what you think!
And REMEMBER 10 reviews equals no cliffie
below 10 reviews, cliffie.
though some people might like cliffies...