Coming Silence
Ch: 10
Harry, after leaving Dumbledore's office, was led to a room on the fourth floor. This room was connected to three others. After settling into his gold and red room, Harry fell into a fitful sleep, disturbed by dreams of one very sexy Slytherin.
Unknown to anyone, Harry had started to fall in love with the Potions Master while in Alenzar. One day when Harry was using the Mirror Room to check up on where Sirius was, he had fallen into a vision of Hogwarts. Severus was sitting at his desk, grading papers, but he looked worried and human, for once. Harry had found out that Severus was at a meeting with Voldemort earlier that night, and that he truly was worried about Harry. It was easy to figure out that part after he had muttered, "Harry, where are you? You better be all right. Damn brat."
Since then Harry had started his infatuation with the greasy professor. This whole Mate situation only allowed Harry to get closer to the mysterious figure.
The morning swiftly came and Harry hurried out of his rooms and down the hall. Remus had told him to come and meet them for breakfast. So, writing a quick note to his friends, he sped off, hoping to not be late. Unfortunately, wrapped in his own twisted daydreams, Harry ran head on into a warm body.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, Potter!" snarled a voice Harry recognized. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his tail through his slightly oversized robes (they decided to hide the tail so no one would be frightened).
Harry offered his hand to the slightly surprised Slytherin. With an untrusting look, Malfoy grasped the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. "Sorry about that, Malfoy. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. Are you alright?"
Malfoy stared at him in shock. Needless to say, Harry had caught him unawares. "I'm fine, Potter," he said with his sneer back in place, "and you should have watched where you were going. You and you're damn stupidity."
"Stop."
"What?" Malfoy looked at Harry in surprise. He noticed the changes that everyone else noticed last night. The slight hint of fangs and no glasses. Harry had grown up well. So had Malfoy, now that Harry looked at him properly. He had gotten taller- taller than Harry, much to his chagrin- and filled out. His blond hair hung loose and un-gelled and his face had lost its boyish sharpness. He looked good.
"I said stop. No more masks, Malfoy. Especially now that your on the Light side. I don't want to be your enemy; I already have too many of those. But I could use another comrade."
Malfoy stepped back in surprise. "Your comrade? I have no clue what you are talking about, Potter. I am not on the side of the Light. I have no use for your comradeity. So stuff it, scarhead."
Malfoy started to step around Harry but a hand on his arm made him turn around. He was met with a pair of sympathetic green eyes and a small smile. "I know what happened to your mother, Malfoy. I lost my mom too. I even hear her telling Voldemort to spare me and to kill her instead. I know your pain and if you need someone to talk to who will understand, my door is always open."
The two stared at each other in mutual understanding. Both had their mothers give their lives for them- in different ways, but still their lives. With a nod from Malfoy, Harry let the other go and watched as the blond disappeared from sight. Harry sighed and finished his walk to Remus's rooms.
Harry was met with the exiting forms of Remus and Sirius as they exited the room. Sirius quickly hugged Harry, saying he was sorry for Harry being bound to that 'unfeeling git'. Remus quickly explained that he had filled Sirius in when the animagus had woken up.
"He started jabbering about some twisted dream with you being Snape's Mate and I had to inform him that it was true. Poor Siri, he nearly had a heart attack."
"And for a good reason," shouted Sirius. "I don't trust that git for as far as I could throw him. Which isn't very far, mind you."
"Sirius, do grow up," said Harry. The two men look at Harry questionably. "My Mate happens to be Severus. That means I will be with him for a very long time and I don't want you two snipping at each other all the time. It's unhealthy! Besides, I love you, both you and Remus, and I don't want to have to restrain you whenever my Mate walks into the room. Please, for me, try to get over it!"
"Only for you, Harry. Now let's go to breakfast!"
Harry laughed and followed his two godfathers, talking and laughing the whole time. Upon entering the Great Hall, Harry spotted Severus with five seats empty next to him; two to his left, three to his right. Dumbledore motioned for Harry to sit next to Severus and he did so gladly. He sat to Severus's right, earning a sneer and a panicked look from Severus.
"Good morning, Sev!" he cried as he sat down. The Potions Master promptly spat out his coffee as he heard his newly dubbed nickname. That smell was threatening to overwhelm him again and he only got a chill of pleasure when Severus growled, "Do not call me that again, Potter. Ever."
"It's Harry," he responded as he reached in front of Severus for the pepper. This seemed to take Severus by surprise. "You're my Mate- you can't get around it- so you need to start calling me Harry."
Harry set in on his food and missed the dark and panicked look sent his way. Moments later, Malvorn, Roltac, and Kasha situated themselves next to Harry while Draco settled at his feet. The Matinar got strange looks but the students kept their looks to themselves.
Just as breakfast was almost over, Dumbledore stood to make an announcement. "Good morning everyone! As you can see, four new faces have joined us! Introductions can be held later but I would like to introduce everyone to your new Dueling Instructor- Harry Potter! Now, as most of you know him," laughter accompanied this as Harry looked on in shock, "Dueling will be held on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Sunday nights at 8 p.m. sharp, held here in the Great Hall. The first lesson will be held on Tuesday. I hope everyone will spread the word to your classmates. Enjoy your Saturday."
"What? Is he mad?" cried Harry in shock. This was new news to him.
"I thought that would have been obvious," muttered Severus sarcastically.
Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement but smiled nonetheless. He decided to deal with Dumbledore later and turned his attention to his Mate. Severus stiffened under Harry's gaze and he was happy to see a small blush graze the others cheeks.
"How is the potion coming along, Sev?" he asked innocently, ignoring the growl at the nickname. To his utter surprise, Severus answered truthfully.
"It is coming along pretty well, admittedly. I was worried at first, but I recognize some of the herbs She had used. It's ingenious the way it was made, I will tell you that. Poison against a specific poison is virtually bordering on genius. The only complication happens to be the poison itself- a few ingredients have not matched any that I am aware of.
"Thanks to the Translation Spell, many ingredients are easily matched. A few, however, remain elusive to me. She describes an ingredient in such a way; it makes me wonder if it is not an ingredient from this realm. As soon as I find out what it is, I will be able to finish it. I won't test it until I am sure of the results."
Remus and Sirius stared at Severus in surprise. He was actually talking to Harry- and being civil, nonetheless! Dumbledore had a faint smile on his face but didn't want to interrupt the two, who were getting along so well.
"It sounds like a lot of work. Would you like some help? I know you have been working on it for almost two years now but extra help would be useful," Harry said hopefully. The sound of his voice seemed to snap Severus out of whatever good mood he had been in.
"I don't want the help of a fumbling fool when dealing with this type of potion. I don't want any accidents," he sneered. Harry's face fell slightly but a look passed through those eyes.
"You forget, Severus, that ten years have passed in my world. Though my body may be young, my mind is not. I have learned more than you think. Maturity does not always come with age-remember that." Abruptly, Harry stood and left, leaving three very shocked people behind.
Having nowhere else to go, Harry headed outside, followed by Draco. He sat on the steps and looked out over the place he had seen as home. It hadn't changed much- a fence was added a few yards down from Hagrid's cottage and held some very fascinating creatures. They looked like a cross between a small panther and a wolf. He was scrutinizing these creatures and petting Draco on the head when a small frame plopped down next to him.
"Hello, Harry," said the voice of Ginny. Harry looked up at her and grinned.
"Hello, Ginny. I must apologize for yesterday. I think what I said to you was a little harsh."
Ginny laughed, saying, "Don't apologize! What you said is true. I did need to get over you and, just so you know, I am happily over any crush that I had had."
"Really?" This was news to Harry. "May I ask how?"
Ginny blushed faintly and took a great interest in Hagrid's hut. "Well, I fell in love with someone else."
Harry gasped and clamped a hand to his heart, acting like she had wounded him. "You left me? OH, be still my beating heart!" Ginny whacked him outside the head as she laughed at his antics. "Who is it?"
"Blaise Zambini."
"That Slytherin kid?" Ginny nodded, still blushing. "Way to go Ginny!"
"You don't mind?"
Harry shook his head. "Why should I? He comes from a good family, very neutral in the war. I would even go as far as saying he was nice- for a Slytherin. Does he treat you well?"
"Very!" Ginny continued on for a while on her relationship with Blaise. Harry didn't mind- he liked Ginny. He had seen her defend him time after time in the Mirror Room. Whenever someone said he had defected or killed Cedric, she had always come through for him.
"Harry," she said after a few minutes of silence. "Why do you suddenly hate Ron and Hermione? They always seemed to defend you whenever someone said something about you."
Harry sighed. "They only said that when everyone else was around. You see, this is what happened." He told Ginny the whole truth and when he was done, he was facing one very pissed Ginny.
"He said what? Ohhh, when I get a hold of him I will rip him apart!"
Ginny got her wish as at that very moment, Ron came waltzing out of the Entrance Hall, carrying a broom in one hand while Hermione followed. Ginny glared fiercely at her brother and Harry passed her a wary glance.
"Harry! Ginny, what are you doing out here? I need to talk to Harry so will you please-"
"Sod off, Ron!" she screamed, standing up. Ron glanced at her in surprise.
"Are you okay, Ginny? Did he upset-"
"Upset me? No, Ron, you did! I can't believe you would say something like that!"
Ron glared at Harry briefly before looking at Ginny. "Whatever he told you is a lie, Ginny, I did not do anything! He's obviously deranged or something."
"I beg to differ, Weasel. If anyone was deranged, it would be you," drawled Harry lazily, not moving from his spot on the steps. Draco briefly snorted and turned over.
"That's rich, coming from you, Potter. Spoiled brat, think you are better than everyone, don't you?"
Hermione looked at Ron in slight surprise but didn't say anything. She obviously had nothing to do with the fight. Ginny gasped and walked right up to her brother. With out a second's hesitation, she pulled back her hand and smacked Ron right across the face. They all looked at Ginny in surprise. Harry never knew she had it in her.
"How dare you! He was your friend! I'm ashamed to be called your family, and if I ever hear you say another word like that to Harry, Ronald Weasley, I swear I will give you a black eye! Do you understand me?"
Ron simply nodded and walked off towards the Quidditch Pitch, throwing a look over his shoulder at Harry. He wasn't pleased but Harry only smiled and waved.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but I've got to go. Ohhh, he makes me so mad! I want to find Blaise and tell him what happened. I hope to see you later, Harry. Bye."
Harry nodded and watched her go.
^I knew there was a reason I liked her^, said Draco, opening one sleepy eye.
^I never knew she had it in her.^
^She is a surprise. I am going back to sleep.^
"Lazy."
Harry stood and stretched. Summoning his Psychic Sword, Harry slowly started his warm up exercises. Raising his sword in the air, Harry closed his eyes. Then, he danced. The sword cut through the air as he twirled, bringing it up and down in a series of focused exercises. He never noticed the dark eyes watching him from a first floor window. There was only him and the sword- nothing else mattered.
Later that night, Harry decided to make a discreet move on Severus. Freshly showered and dressed in black, he threw a robe over his tail and stalked down to Severus's office. He knocked once on the closed door but no one answered. He humphed to himself. Then he noticed a light on in one of the classrooms a few doors down. Everyone else was at dinner but him and Severus.
He walked to the opened door- balancing a tray of sandwiches, courtesy of the house-elves- and knocked on the door. He heard what sounded like 'Enter' and opened the door. There Severus was, standing over one of the cauldrons, stirring the murky contents within. He glanced up and blanched in surprise before his mask snapped back in place.
"What do you want, Potter?" he sneered. Harry simply placed the tray on one of the cleared tables and removed his outer robe.
"I brought you dinner. I figured you wouldn't eat, so I brought you some sandwiches." Harry walked over and peered into a cauldron, not noticing the look of shock and pleasure that flashed through those dark eyes.
"Thank you." Harry only smiled in reply.
"Are you working on that potion for Remus?" Harry sidled a little closer to Severus.
"No. Madam Pomfrey wanted some more healing potions, so I am happy to oblige." Severus stirred the one in front of him counter-clockwise three times. He was utterly surprised when Harry plopped down a cauldron in front of him and brought some water quickly to boil. He watched in silence as Harry quickly and expertly prepared his ingredients and slowly started to add them to the pot.
"I'm shocked. It seems that you do have a little skill in Potions. Too bad you didn't display any of this when you were here in school. What a pity."
Harry snorted. "I would have if I didn't have an angry Potions Master staring over my shoulder. I seem to remember that I always seemed to fail."
"Really? I think I should meet this Potions Master. Could you tell me where to find him?" Severus asked innocently, smiling at Harry.
"If I ever see him again, I'll point him in your direction." Harry smiled at Severus and the two dropped into a comfortable silence, neither believing the fact that they found in each other a peaceful solace.
AN: Sort of fluff at the end, and I know Sev is way OOC but I feel that two years with out someone can change people. Also, Harry- even though he doesn't act it- has matured. It makes for a comfortable relationship. Soon, a vision as Voldie rears his ugly head. Thanks to all those reviews and enjoy! ~Cheers
Harry, after leaving Dumbledore's office, was led to a room on the fourth floor. This room was connected to three others. After settling into his gold and red room, Harry fell into a fitful sleep, disturbed by dreams of one very sexy Slytherin.
Unknown to anyone, Harry had started to fall in love with the Potions Master while in Alenzar. One day when Harry was using the Mirror Room to check up on where Sirius was, he had fallen into a vision of Hogwarts. Severus was sitting at his desk, grading papers, but he looked worried and human, for once. Harry had found out that Severus was at a meeting with Voldemort earlier that night, and that he truly was worried about Harry. It was easy to figure out that part after he had muttered, "Harry, where are you? You better be all right. Damn brat."
Since then Harry had started his infatuation with the greasy professor. This whole Mate situation only allowed Harry to get closer to the mysterious figure.
The morning swiftly came and Harry hurried out of his rooms and down the hall. Remus had told him to come and meet them for breakfast. So, writing a quick note to his friends, he sped off, hoping to not be late. Unfortunately, wrapped in his own twisted daydreams, Harry ran head on into a warm body.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, Potter!" snarled a voice Harry recognized. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his tail through his slightly oversized robes (they decided to hide the tail so no one would be frightened).
Harry offered his hand to the slightly surprised Slytherin. With an untrusting look, Malfoy grasped the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. "Sorry about that, Malfoy. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. Are you alright?"
Malfoy stared at him in shock. Needless to say, Harry had caught him unawares. "I'm fine, Potter," he said with his sneer back in place, "and you should have watched where you were going. You and you're damn stupidity."
"Stop."
"What?" Malfoy looked at Harry in surprise. He noticed the changes that everyone else noticed last night. The slight hint of fangs and no glasses. Harry had grown up well. So had Malfoy, now that Harry looked at him properly. He had gotten taller- taller than Harry, much to his chagrin- and filled out. His blond hair hung loose and un-gelled and his face had lost its boyish sharpness. He looked good.
"I said stop. No more masks, Malfoy. Especially now that your on the Light side. I don't want to be your enemy; I already have too many of those. But I could use another comrade."
Malfoy stepped back in surprise. "Your comrade? I have no clue what you are talking about, Potter. I am not on the side of the Light. I have no use for your comradeity. So stuff it, scarhead."
Malfoy started to step around Harry but a hand on his arm made him turn around. He was met with a pair of sympathetic green eyes and a small smile. "I know what happened to your mother, Malfoy. I lost my mom too. I even hear her telling Voldemort to spare me and to kill her instead. I know your pain and if you need someone to talk to who will understand, my door is always open."
The two stared at each other in mutual understanding. Both had their mothers give their lives for them- in different ways, but still their lives. With a nod from Malfoy, Harry let the other go and watched as the blond disappeared from sight. Harry sighed and finished his walk to Remus's rooms.
Harry was met with the exiting forms of Remus and Sirius as they exited the room. Sirius quickly hugged Harry, saying he was sorry for Harry being bound to that 'unfeeling git'. Remus quickly explained that he had filled Sirius in when the animagus had woken up.
"He started jabbering about some twisted dream with you being Snape's Mate and I had to inform him that it was true. Poor Siri, he nearly had a heart attack."
"And for a good reason," shouted Sirius. "I don't trust that git for as far as I could throw him. Which isn't very far, mind you."
"Sirius, do grow up," said Harry. The two men look at Harry questionably. "My Mate happens to be Severus. That means I will be with him for a very long time and I don't want you two snipping at each other all the time. It's unhealthy! Besides, I love you, both you and Remus, and I don't want to have to restrain you whenever my Mate walks into the room. Please, for me, try to get over it!"
"Only for you, Harry. Now let's go to breakfast!"
Harry laughed and followed his two godfathers, talking and laughing the whole time. Upon entering the Great Hall, Harry spotted Severus with five seats empty next to him; two to his left, three to his right. Dumbledore motioned for Harry to sit next to Severus and he did so gladly. He sat to Severus's right, earning a sneer and a panicked look from Severus.
"Good morning, Sev!" he cried as he sat down. The Potions Master promptly spat out his coffee as he heard his newly dubbed nickname. That smell was threatening to overwhelm him again and he only got a chill of pleasure when Severus growled, "Do not call me that again, Potter. Ever."
"It's Harry," he responded as he reached in front of Severus for the pepper. This seemed to take Severus by surprise. "You're my Mate- you can't get around it- so you need to start calling me Harry."
Harry set in on his food and missed the dark and panicked look sent his way. Moments later, Malvorn, Roltac, and Kasha situated themselves next to Harry while Draco settled at his feet. The Matinar got strange looks but the students kept their looks to themselves.
Just as breakfast was almost over, Dumbledore stood to make an announcement. "Good morning everyone! As you can see, four new faces have joined us! Introductions can be held later but I would like to introduce everyone to your new Dueling Instructor- Harry Potter! Now, as most of you know him," laughter accompanied this as Harry looked on in shock, "Dueling will be held on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Sunday nights at 8 p.m. sharp, held here in the Great Hall. The first lesson will be held on Tuesday. I hope everyone will spread the word to your classmates. Enjoy your Saturday."
"What? Is he mad?" cried Harry in shock. This was new news to him.
"I thought that would have been obvious," muttered Severus sarcastically.
Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement but smiled nonetheless. He decided to deal with Dumbledore later and turned his attention to his Mate. Severus stiffened under Harry's gaze and he was happy to see a small blush graze the others cheeks.
"How is the potion coming along, Sev?" he asked innocently, ignoring the growl at the nickname. To his utter surprise, Severus answered truthfully.
"It is coming along pretty well, admittedly. I was worried at first, but I recognize some of the herbs She had used. It's ingenious the way it was made, I will tell you that. Poison against a specific poison is virtually bordering on genius. The only complication happens to be the poison itself- a few ingredients have not matched any that I am aware of.
"Thanks to the Translation Spell, many ingredients are easily matched. A few, however, remain elusive to me. She describes an ingredient in such a way; it makes me wonder if it is not an ingredient from this realm. As soon as I find out what it is, I will be able to finish it. I won't test it until I am sure of the results."
Remus and Sirius stared at Severus in surprise. He was actually talking to Harry- and being civil, nonetheless! Dumbledore had a faint smile on his face but didn't want to interrupt the two, who were getting along so well.
"It sounds like a lot of work. Would you like some help? I know you have been working on it for almost two years now but extra help would be useful," Harry said hopefully. The sound of his voice seemed to snap Severus out of whatever good mood he had been in.
"I don't want the help of a fumbling fool when dealing with this type of potion. I don't want any accidents," he sneered. Harry's face fell slightly but a look passed through those eyes.
"You forget, Severus, that ten years have passed in my world. Though my body may be young, my mind is not. I have learned more than you think. Maturity does not always come with age-remember that." Abruptly, Harry stood and left, leaving three very shocked people behind.
Having nowhere else to go, Harry headed outside, followed by Draco. He sat on the steps and looked out over the place he had seen as home. It hadn't changed much- a fence was added a few yards down from Hagrid's cottage and held some very fascinating creatures. They looked like a cross between a small panther and a wolf. He was scrutinizing these creatures and petting Draco on the head when a small frame plopped down next to him.
"Hello, Harry," said the voice of Ginny. Harry looked up at her and grinned.
"Hello, Ginny. I must apologize for yesterday. I think what I said to you was a little harsh."
Ginny laughed, saying, "Don't apologize! What you said is true. I did need to get over you and, just so you know, I am happily over any crush that I had had."
"Really?" This was news to Harry. "May I ask how?"
Ginny blushed faintly and took a great interest in Hagrid's hut. "Well, I fell in love with someone else."
Harry gasped and clamped a hand to his heart, acting like she had wounded him. "You left me? OH, be still my beating heart!" Ginny whacked him outside the head as she laughed at his antics. "Who is it?"
"Blaise Zambini."
"That Slytherin kid?" Ginny nodded, still blushing. "Way to go Ginny!"
"You don't mind?"
Harry shook his head. "Why should I? He comes from a good family, very neutral in the war. I would even go as far as saying he was nice- for a Slytherin. Does he treat you well?"
"Very!" Ginny continued on for a while on her relationship with Blaise. Harry didn't mind- he liked Ginny. He had seen her defend him time after time in the Mirror Room. Whenever someone said he had defected or killed Cedric, she had always come through for him.
"Harry," she said after a few minutes of silence. "Why do you suddenly hate Ron and Hermione? They always seemed to defend you whenever someone said something about you."
Harry sighed. "They only said that when everyone else was around. You see, this is what happened." He told Ginny the whole truth and when he was done, he was facing one very pissed Ginny.
"He said what? Ohhh, when I get a hold of him I will rip him apart!"
Ginny got her wish as at that very moment, Ron came waltzing out of the Entrance Hall, carrying a broom in one hand while Hermione followed. Ginny glared fiercely at her brother and Harry passed her a wary glance.
"Harry! Ginny, what are you doing out here? I need to talk to Harry so will you please-"
"Sod off, Ron!" she screamed, standing up. Ron glanced at her in surprise.
"Are you okay, Ginny? Did he upset-"
"Upset me? No, Ron, you did! I can't believe you would say something like that!"
Ron glared at Harry briefly before looking at Ginny. "Whatever he told you is a lie, Ginny, I did not do anything! He's obviously deranged or something."
"I beg to differ, Weasel. If anyone was deranged, it would be you," drawled Harry lazily, not moving from his spot on the steps. Draco briefly snorted and turned over.
"That's rich, coming from you, Potter. Spoiled brat, think you are better than everyone, don't you?"
Hermione looked at Ron in slight surprise but didn't say anything. She obviously had nothing to do with the fight. Ginny gasped and walked right up to her brother. With out a second's hesitation, she pulled back her hand and smacked Ron right across the face. They all looked at Ginny in surprise. Harry never knew she had it in her.
"How dare you! He was your friend! I'm ashamed to be called your family, and if I ever hear you say another word like that to Harry, Ronald Weasley, I swear I will give you a black eye! Do you understand me?"
Ron simply nodded and walked off towards the Quidditch Pitch, throwing a look over his shoulder at Harry. He wasn't pleased but Harry only smiled and waved.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but I've got to go. Ohhh, he makes me so mad! I want to find Blaise and tell him what happened. I hope to see you later, Harry. Bye."
Harry nodded and watched her go.
^I knew there was a reason I liked her^, said Draco, opening one sleepy eye.
^I never knew she had it in her.^
^She is a surprise. I am going back to sleep.^
"Lazy."
Harry stood and stretched. Summoning his Psychic Sword, Harry slowly started his warm up exercises. Raising his sword in the air, Harry closed his eyes. Then, he danced. The sword cut through the air as he twirled, bringing it up and down in a series of focused exercises. He never noticed the dark eyes watching him from a first floor window. There was only him and the sword- nothing else mattered.
Later that night, Harry decided to make a discreet move on Severus. Freshly showered and dressed in black, he threw a robe over his tail and stalked down to Severus's office. He knocked once on the closed door but no one answered. He humphed to himself. Then he noticed a light on in one of the classrooms a few doors down. Everyone else was at dinner but him and Severus.
He walked to the opened door- balancing a tray of sandwiches, courtesy of the house-elves- and knocked on the door. He heard what sounded like 'Enter' and opened the door. There Severus was, standing over one of the cauldrons, stirring the murky contents within. He glanced up and blanched in surprise before his mask snapped back in place.
"What do you want, Potter?" he sneered. Harry simply placed the tray on one of the cleared tables and removed his outer robe.
"I brought you dinner. I figured you wouldn't eat, so I brought you some sandwiches." Harry walked over and peered into a cauldron, not noticing the look of shock and pleasure that flashed through those dark eyes.
"Thank you." Harry only smiled in reply.
"Are you working on that potion for Remus?" Harry sidled a little closer to Severus.
"No. Madam Pomfrey wanted some more healing potions, so I am happy to oblige." Severus stirred the one in front of him counter-clockwise three times. He was utterly surprised when Harry plopped down a cauldron in front of him and brought some water quickly to boil. He watched in silence as Harry quickly and expertly prepared his ingredients and slowly started to add them to the pot.
"I'm shocked. It seems that you do have a little skill in Potions. Too bad you didn't display any of this when you were here in school. What a pity."
Harry snorted. "I would have if I didn't have an angry Potions Master staring over my shoulder. I seem to remember that I always seemed to fail."
"Really? I think I should meet this Potions Master. Could you tell me where to find him?" Severus asked innocently, smiling at Harry.
"If I ever see him again, I'll point him in your direction." Harry smiled at Severus and the two dropped into a comfortable silence, neither believing the fact that they found in each other a peaceful solace.
AN: Sort of fluff at the end, and I know Sev is way OOC but I feel that two years with out someone can change people. Also, Harry- even though he doesn't act it- has matured. It makes for a comfortable relationship. Soon, a vision as Voldie rears his ugly head. Thanks to all those reviews and enjoy! ~Cheers