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Lies and Accidents
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Two days later Harry entered the potions classroom for double potions class. The day before they had practiced Occlumency and Snape was back to his old snippy self. It was odd to see Snape acting almost civil to Harry but he figured that it was just a one time thing that occurred because Snape was feeling guilty about not supplying Wolfsbane for Remus on that night at the end of June. Harry didn't mind that Snape was himself again. He was actually glad that things would stay the same. No matter how vital friends are, enemies were just as important. Harry was however thinking about what Snape had said. His potions professor told him that he had to talk to someone. What was there to talk about? People have been saying that ever since the third task in his fourth year but Harry didn't quite understand what there was to say. Sirius is dead. That was a simple three letter sentence that everyone already knew so there wasn't really anything else to talk about. Was he supposed to talk about his feelings? It is only natural to feel miserable after someone close to you dies although the feeling of being the person who actually helped cause the death is not a usual issue.
For the most part, Harry stuck to avoiding Remus Lupin and even his friends. At times he could be a very bad liar and ever since Snape had found out that he was a werewolf he felt extremely vulnerable. It didn't help that the person who knew his secret hated him profusely. After potions class was over Harry was called back to talk about his detention. Harry knew that probably wasn't the case but he went up to his professor nevertheless.
"Potter," Snape started icily, "Although I will not tell the headmaster or anyone else for that matter I expect you to tell Professor Dumbledore about your lycanthropy."
Harry made a choking noise at the back of his throat.
"That is why," Snape continued, "I have told Dumbledore that you wanted to talk to him about something important immediately after potions class."
"But-"
"But nothing Mr. Potter. Be glad that I don't share your bloody secret with the entire wizarding and get you expelled. Now, go to Dumbledore's office!" he spat.
Harry left right away and went in the direction of the headmaster's office. He had no ounce of intention to tell Dumbledore anything but he also knew that he had to go. After wandering the halls aimlessly he finally decided to get it over with it. He realized he didn't know the password to the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office but after spending almost fifteen minutes guessing both non magical and magical candies it finally opened when he said "canary cream". He walked up and was surprised when he saw Professor Orion sitting across from Dumbledore. The odd professor stood up, winked at Harry, and then left leaving Harry and Dumbledore and Fawkes alone.
"Ah Harry, I've been expecting you for the last hour. Please sit down."
Harry nodded and took the seat across from Dumbledore that he usually sat in during similar meetings many times before.
"Hello Professor,"
"It was quite a surprise when Severus came up to me and said that you had to speak to me about something very important. I know how much you two dislike each other and I couldn't believe you have even talked at all."
Harry didn't know what to say and Dumbledore seemed to sense this.
"So Harry, how has the first week of your sixth year been?"
"Fine," Harry replied simply.
"How do you like Remus being here? Professor Lupin?"
"Um.I'm glad he's here."
"Yes, well have you met Professor Orion?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye. Harry knew he was just trying to make conversation.
"Yes," Harry said in a tone that said he had had enough of the small talk.
"Oh, ok then. Harry, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Harry tensed. He had to think fast. He wasn't about to tell a man who had lied to him his whole life that he was a werewolf now. He did trust him but he just wasn't ready to tell anyone. Unfortunately due to the circumstances with Snape, people had found out.
"I.uh...just wanted to say that um.Professor Stratus is a really good teacher. He isn't anything like Trelawney."
Harry berated himself mentally for the horrible lie. It didn't sound convincing at all. Dumbledore had a feeling that this was not the truth
"Harry, thank you for the compliment but I don't think Professor Snape would make it sound of the utmost importance. Professor Snape hardly cares about small trivial compliments such as that. Now, tell me what is really on your mind." The old man gave Harry a pointed look.
"Honestly Professor. That is what he wanted me to tell you. I don't know why he made it into such a big deal. I think it is because he hated Trelawney so much. Hermione, Ron and I were talking about Professor Stratus and Trelawney when Snape heard us," Harry lied. It was a straight out dead lie and it was directed to the headmaster of all people. Harry didn't know what to say other then what he had already.
"Harry, if there is anything else then feel free to tell me any time," The headmaster said. He really could sense that the-boy-who-lived was lying.
"No sir. There is nothing."
"Very well Harry, you can go."
As soon as Harry left, Dumbledore flooed to Snape's quarters.
"Hello headmaster, I presume that you talked to Potter already?" Snape asked.
"Yes and he made everything up. I don't think that a compliment about the new divinations teacher is so very urgent. He obviously didn't tell me what you wanted him to."
"Stupid boy," Snape growled. "No Albus, that is not at all what he was to tell you but unfortunately he is the only one who can," The potions master said looking even paler than before. "I'll talk to him."
Snape was really acting different.
"Severus, with all do respect, why are you even talking to Potter? He is someone you have hated before he was born and I was pretty sure that feeling was mutual.
"I don't know!" Sevurus demanded through gritted teeth. Dumbledore left soon after. That night they did not have Occlumency lessons. They had scheduled it for Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Quidditch was starting next week and Harry's life long ban had been lifted and he had been named captain. Harry spent the weekend with his friends. He didn't want to avoid them any longer because he missed spending time with Ron and Hermione.
When Monday came around again Harry had gotten a little more used to DADA. Professor Orion was a nice person but Harry didn't interact with him much even though the professor had tried on countless occasions. He did try to talk to Professor Lupin a lot because he didn't want him thinking there was anything wrong.
Snape glared at Harry all throughout potions class. Harry avoided making eye contact and he got distracted by the thoughts in his head. He then accidentally mixed salamander tails and gillyweed and his potion exploded all around him covering Hermione, Ron, Harry and Draco Malfoy with a yellow goo.
"Potter, 30 points from Gryffindor. Everyone who didn't get covered with Potter's potion get out now!" Snape spat at the class. Everyone was trying to get the goo out of their hair and eyes but it was everywhere.
"Potter," Malfoy grumbled ferociously.
"Don't say a word Malfoy," Ron said.
"Oh shut up Weasley! What are you going to do?"
"More then you ever could," Hermione joined in on the fight with words.
"You have no idea what I am capable of Mudblood," Malfoy snapped.
"Shut up all of you!" Snape yelled. "Everyone but Potter go to the infirmary. In a matter of minutes you won't be able to feel your backsides."
"What about Harry?" Hermione asked.
"He will be up in a minute. He has to clean up this mess."
"I'll help," Ron said picking up the melted cauldron off the floor.
"Me too," Hermione said as Malfoy jetted out the door not caring what the bloody hell happened to anyone else.
"Mr. Potter will do it alone! Get out now!"
Harry's friends scuttled out the door and they both went to the hospital wing. Harry immediately started cleaning up the potion but stopped when he heard his professor growl.
"Potter, what did you tell the headmaster on Friday?"
Was he caught? Of course he had talked to Dumbledore. Of all lies to tell that had to be the worst!
"I told him.that I was a werewolf professor."
Snape ignored him. "Although I think it is true that Stratus is better then Trelawney so is McGonagall and that isn't saying much. I know you did not tell him. You really need to learn to lie better," Snape said icily.
"I thought I already do," Harry muttered.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Please Professor. I can't tell him. He will.He will be ashamed," Harry said hoarsely.
"And why is that?"
Harry couldn't believe he was actually begging his professor to not do something. He should have been doing what he was told but he was already way past that point.
"Because then Dumbledore will know that his stupid golden boy is a werewolf and that he won't be able to save the whole stupid world." Harry was getting sick of this. He knew he was acting quite different but that didn't matter anymore.
Snape was surprised. He thought that Potter loved to be Dumbledore's golden boy but apparently not.
"Potter, what's wrong with being his golden boy?" Snape asked nonchalantly.
"Nothing," Harry protested. "Please don't tell professor. Not yet."
Snape looked into Harry's eyes which were staring straight back. After three minutes of silence he nodded and looked down.
"Lets get started then Potter," Snape said.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
"We might as well practice some Occlumency. The potion will not take effect for another half of an hour and you are here anyway."
Harry nodded and heard Snape say the spell that brought him into his mind. What Snape saw this time was something new. Dumbledore and Harry were in his office at the end of the year last year and Dumbledore was talking about the prophecy. Then Harry started throwing things around the room. Harry immediately pushed Snape out of his mind because he didn't want his professor to see anymore. Avoiding the man's eyes Harry prepared himself for the next spell and sure enough it came quite suddenly but Harry's knees gave out underneath him and he fell to the floor.
"What is it Potter?" Snape asked.
"I.I think it's the potion sir."
"Oh well I'll call Pomphrey then," Snape said.
Severus took a handful of floo powder and then talked to the nurse through the fire. Harry only heard bits and pieces of the conversation.
"Damn witch," Severus growled. "I am to take you on a stretcher since she is working on the other three students. Get on."
Snape conjured it and Harry crawled on embarrassed and within minutes they were in the infirmary.
"You should have the antidote Poppy," Severus said.
"Which one is it?" She asked.
Snape growled and went over to her storeroom in which he supplied the potions. Harry was placed in a bed between Ron and Hermione. Malfoy was at the other side of the room but was asleep. Madame Pomphrey gave them all a potion with a little sleeping potion mixed in it as well. She said that the potion wouldn't work for 10 hours and if they were not asleep the next ten hours would be very painful. Right as Harry was nodding off he noticed a painting on the infirmary wall. It wasn't moving like normal wizarding paintings. Harry's eyes widened as he noticed that the painting was of an abstract Harry with an abstract Snape standing over him. There was yellow goo in his hair. The final thing he noticed before sleep overtook him was the signature in the corner of the painting....
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A/N- Again I am sorry I took so long. I will update soon if you review!
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Lies and Accidents
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Two days later Harry entered the potions classroom for double potions class. The day before they had practiced Occlumency and Snape was back to his old snippy self. It was odd to see Snape acting almost civil to Harry but he figured that it was just a one time thing that occurred because Snape was feeling guilty about not supplying Wolfsbane for Remus on that night at the end of June. Harry didn't mind that Snape was himself again. He was actually glad that things would stay the same. No matter how vital friends are, enemies were just as important. Harry was however thinking about what Snape had said. His potions professor told him that he had to talk to someone. What was there to talk about? People have been saying that ever since the third task in his fourth year but Harry didn't quite understand what there was to say. Sirius is dead. That was a simple three letter sentence that everyone already knew so there wasn't really anything else to talk about. Was he supposed to talk about his feelings? It is only natural to feel miserable after someone close to you dies although the feeling of being the person who actually helped cause the death is not a usual issue.
For the most part, Harry stuck to avoiding Remus Lupin and even his friends. At times he could be a very bad liar and ever since Snape had found out that he was a werewolf he felt extremely vulnerable. It didn't help that the person who knew his secret hated him profusely. After potions class was over Harry was called back to talk about his detention. Harry knew that probably wasn't the case but he went up to his professor nevertheless.
"Potter," Snape started icily, "Although I will not tell the headmaster or anyone else for that matter I expect you to tell Professor Dumbledore about your lycanthropy."
Harry made a choking noise at the back of his throat.
"That is why," Snape continued, "I have told Dumbledore that you wanted to talk to him about something important immediately after potions class."
"But-"
"But nothing Mr. Potter. Be glad that I don't share your bloody secret with the entire wizarding and get you expelled. Now, go to Dumbledore's office!" he spat.
Harry left right away and went in the direction of the headmaster's office. He had no ounce of intention to tell Dumbledore anything but he also knew that he had to go. After wandering the halls aimlessly he finally decided to get it over with it. He realized he didn't know the password to the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office but after spending almost fifteen minutes guessing both non magical and magical candies it finally opened when he said "canary cream". He walked up and was surprised when he saw Professor Orion sitting across from Dumbledore. The odd professor stood up, winked at Harry, and then left leaving Harry and Dumbledore and Fawkes alone.
"Ah Harry, I've been expecting you for the last hour. Please sit down."
Harry nodded and took the seat across from Dumbledore that he usually sat in during similar meetings many times before.
"Hello Professor,"
"It was quite a surprise when Severus came up to me and said that you had to speak to me about something very important. I know how much you two dislike each other and I couldn't believe you have even talked at all."
Harry didn't know what to say and Dumbledore seemed to sense this.
"So Harry, how has the first week of your sixth year been?"
"Fine," Harry replied simply.
"How do you like Remus being here? Professor Lupin?"
"Um.I'm glad he's here."
"Yes, well have you met Professor Orion?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye. Harry knew he was just trying to make conversation.
"Yes," Harry said in a tone that said he had had enough of the small talk.
"Oh, ok then. Harry, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Harry tensed. He had to think fast. He wasn't about to tell a man who had lied to him his whole life that he was a werewolf now. He did trust him but he just wasn't ready to tell anyone. Unfortunately due to the circumstances with Snape, people had found out.
"I.uh...just wanted to say that um.Professor Stratus is a really good teacher. He isn't anything like Trelawney."
Harry berated himself mentally for the horrible lie. It didn't sound convincing at all. Dumbledore had a feeling that this was not the truth
"Harry, thank you for the compliment but I don't think Professor Snape would make it sound of the utmost importance. Professor Snape hardly cares about small trivial compliments such as that. Now, tell me what is really on your mind." The old man gave Harry a pointed look.
"Honestly Professor. That is what he wanted me to tell you. I don't know why he made it into such a big deal. I think it is because he hated Trelawney so much. Hermione, Ron and I were talking about Professor Stratus and Trelawney when Snape heard us," Harry lied. It was a straight out dead lie and it was directed to the headmaster of all people. Harry didn't know what to say other then what he had already.
"Harry, if there is anything else then feel free to tell me any time," The headmaster said. He really could sense that the-boy-who-lived was lying.
"No sir. There is nothing."
"Very well Harry, you can go."
As soon as Harry left, Dumbledore flooed to Snape's quarters.
"Hello headmaster, I presume that you talked to Potter already?" Snape asked.
"Yes and he made everything up. I don't think that a compliment about the new divinations teacher is so very urgent. He obviously didn't tell me what you wanted him to."
"Stupid boy," Snape growled. "No Albus, that is not at all what he was to tell you but unfortunately he is the only one who can," The potions master said looking even paler than before. "I'll talk to him."
Snape was really acting different.
"Severus, with all do respect, why are you even talking to Potter? He is someone you have hated before he was born and I was pretty sure that feeling was mutual.
"I don't know!" Sevurus demanded through gritted teeth. Dumbledore left soon after. That night they did not have Occlumency lessons. They had scheduled it for Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Quidditch was starting next week and Harry's life long ban had been lifted and he had been named captain. Harry spent the weekend with his friends. He didn't want to avoid them any longer because he missed spending time with Ron and Hermione.
When Monday came around again Harry had gotten a little more used to DADA. Professor Orion was a nice person but Harry didn't interact with him much even though the professor had tried on countless occasions. He did try to talk to Professor Lupin a lot because he didn't want him thinking there was anything wrong.
Snape glared at Harry all throughout potions class. Harry avoided making eye contact and he got distracted by the thoughts in his head. He then accidentally mixed salamander tails and gillyweed and his potion exploded all around him covering Hermione, Ron, Harry and Draco Malfoy with a yellow goo.
"Potter, 30 points from Gryffindor. Everyone who didn't get covered with Potter's potion get out now!" Snape spat at the class. Everyone was trying to get the goo out of their hair and eyes but it was everywhere.
"Potter," Malfoy grumbled ferociously.
"Don't say a word Malfoy," Ron said.
"Oh shut up Weasley! What are you going to do?"
"More then you ever could," Hermione joined in on the fight with words.
"You have no idea what I am capable of Mudblood," Malfoy snapped.
"Shut up all of you!" Snape yelled. "Everyone but Potter go to the infirmary. In a matter of minutes you won't be able to feel your backsides."
"What about Harry?" Hermione asked.
"He will be up in a minute. He has to clean up this mess."
"I'll help," Ron said picking up the melted cauldron off the floor.
"Me too," Hermione said as Malfoy jetted out the door not caring what the bloody hell happened to anyone else.
"Mr. Potter will do it alone! Get out now!"
Harry's friends scuttled out the door and they both went to the hospital wing. Harry immediately started cleaning up the potion but stopped when he heard his professor growl.
"Potter, what did you tell the headmaster on Friday?"
Was he caught? Of course he had talked to Dumbledore. Of all lies to tell that had to be the worst!
"I told him.that I was a werewolf professor."
Snape ignored him. "Although I think it is true that Stratus is better then Trelawney so is McGonagall and that isn't saying much. I know you did not tell him. You really need to learn to lie better," Snape said icily.
"I thought I already do," Harry muttered.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Please Professor. I can't tell him. He will.He will be ashamed," Harry said hoarsely.
"And why is that?"
Harry couldn't believe he was actually begging his professor to not do something. He should have been doing what he was told but he was already way past that point.
"Because then Dumbledore will know that his stupid golden boy is a werewolf and that he won't be able to save the whole stupid world." Harry was getting sick of this. He knew he was acting quite different but that didn't matter anymore.
Snape was surprised. He thought that Potter loved to be Dumbledore's golden boy but apparently not.
"Potter, what's wrong with being his golden boy?" Snape asked nonchalantly.
"Nothing," Harry protested. "Please don't tell professor. Not yet."
Snape looked into Harry's eyes which were staring straight back. After three minutes of silence he nodded and looked down.
"Lets get started then Potter," Snape said.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
"We might as well practice some Occlumency. The potion will not take effect for another half of an hour and you are here anyway."
Harry nodded and heard Snape say the spell that brought him into his mind. What Snape saw this time was something new. Dumbledore and Harry were in his office at the end of the year last year and Dumbledore was talking about the prophecy. Then Harry started throwing things around the room. Harry immediately pushed Snape out of his mind because he didn't want his professor to see anymore. Avoiding the man's eyes Harry prepared himself for the next spell and sure enough it came quite suddenly but Harry's knees gave out underneath him and he fell to the floor.
"What is it Potter?" Snape asked.
"I.I think it's the potion sir."
"Oh well I'll call Pomphrey then," Snape said.
Severus took a handful of floo powder and then talked to the nurse through the fire. Harry only heard bits and pieces of the conversation.
"Damn witch," Severus growled. "I am to take you on a stretcher since she is working on the other three students. Get on."
Snape conjured it and Harry crawled on embarrassed and within minutes they were in the infirmary.
"You should have the antidote Poppy," Severus said.
"Which one is it?" She asked.
Snape growled and went over to her storeroom in which he supplied the potions. Harry was placed in a bed between Ron and Hermione. Malfoy was at the other side of the room but was asleep. Madame Pomphrey gave them all a potion with a little sleeping potion mixed in it as well. She said that the potion wouldn't work for 10 hours and if they were not asleep the next ten hours would be very painful. Right as Harry was nodding off he noticed a painting on the infirmary wall. It wasn't moving like normal wizarding paintings. Harry's eyes widened as he noticed that the painting was of an abstract Harry with an abstract Snape standing over him. There was yellow goo in his hair. The final thing he noticed before sleep overtook him was the signature in the corner of the painting....
~Byllin Stratus~
A/N- Again I am sorry I took so long. I will update soon if you review!
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