I know it's short, my muse left me after all my money did. So until I get used to this new state of being. It's going to be slow. And short evidently.
Ch. 11, The Detention.
At 6:59 Harry found himself staring at the door to the Potions classroom. He knocked and entered the room.
"Shitsureshimasu" the translation charm sputtered a bit before falling quiet.
"Just on time." Professor Snape said with a sneer. "I'm sure you know why you're here."
Anger quickly flashed across Harry's face, but was quickly pushed down and in a chipper voice he said, "Yea I know."
Snape lifted an eyebrow and said. "I'm sure you do, but many students end up here claiming not to know why. So you'll be telling me why."
Harry's chipper facade fell and in a cold tone of voice he said, "I'm here because my uncle sold me to this school, and this time," he growled, "he won't be steeling me back." He then muttered something softly and the translation charm failed to pick it up.
Shock flashed across Snape's face, but the professor was good at hiding his emotions and unless someone had been studying his face, they would have missed it.
"No, you're here because of your cheek. While you are at this school you're to respect your teachers."
Harry smirked at Snape, "I'll give you respect once you give some to me."
Snape gave Harry a glare that could immobilize a griffin. "Mr. Potter," he over enunciated the name at a near whisper. Before he could continue Harry's visible eye, burning with anger bore strait into Snape's.
"My name is NOT Potter," it came out in a growl. "I am sick and tired of you," he spat out his next word, "people, not listening. Somehow you got it in your head that I am this, Potter, and I am not. I would leave now, but on my honor I cannot." Harry was battling with the anger that he'd been repressing since his induction into the wizarding world. There was a few seconds of silence while Harry tried to calm down. Snape's glare didn't waver, but Harry wasn't paying attention to it. He was annoyed with himself for his self perceived loss of control.
"If you are not a Potter" the name was spat, "Then who are you?"
Harry managed to get his eyes down to smoldering with anger before responding.
"I am a Saotome," Pride shone in his eyes for a moment, "and unlike Ranma, I had to earn my name."
Snape snorted, "I doubt you've had to earn anything in your life."
Anger filled Harry at the comment. How dare this man, whom he only knew for a day, assume he knew anything about Harry's life. Harry started to see red. A small part of his mind shouted that he should leave before he did anything he would later regret. It only just reached him past the roaring hiss of his anger. What he didn't realize was the fact that he was seeing red because he had managed to form an anger fueled battle aura. Which at this moment was singeing Snape's eyebrows.
How Dare You. Harry snarled, not knowing that the aura was interfering with the translation magic. You know nothing about me. The little voice in the back of his head was screaming for him to get out of the room, or at least redirect his anger. Listening to the little voice, Harry spun quickly and stalked out of the room.
Many hallways and singed doors later, he was by the lake. He threw himself into one of the highest paced Kata's he knew, in hopes that it would work off his anger. It took until well into the night for the anger to work its way out of his system. By then he was sweaty and the moon had traveled quite a bit along the night sky.
The portrait of the fat lady gave Harry a disapproving look when he tried to enter.
"It's after curfew young man. I'll let you in this once, but no more."
"Yes, yes, Sorry ma'am, I'll try not to let it happen again." Harry bowed as he said this.
She humphed and swung open. The common room was deserted. Just how late was it? Harry made his way to the showers and took a quick tub before retiring for the night.
Ch. 11, The Detention.
At 6:59 Harry found himself staring at the door to the Potions classroom. He knocked and entered the room.
"Shitsureshimasu" the translation charm sputtered a bit before falling quiet.
"Just on time." Professor Snape said with a sneer. "I'm sure you know why you're here."
Anger quickly flashed across Harry's face, but was quickly pushed down and in a chipper voice he said, "Yea I know."
Snape lifted an eyebrow and said. "I'm sure you do, but many students end up here claiming not to know why. So you'll be telling me why."
Harry's chipper facade fell and in a cold tone of voice he said, "I'm here because my uncle sold me to this school, and this time," he growled, "he won't be steeling me back." He then muttered something softly and the translation charm failed to pick it up.
Shock flashed across Snape's face, but the professor was good at hiding his emotions and unless someone had been studying his face, they would have missed it.
"No, you're here because of your cheek. While you are at this school you're to respect your teachers."
Harry smirked at Snape, "I'll give you respect once you give some to me."
Snape gave Harry a glare that could immobilize a griffin. "Mr. Potter," he over enunciated the name at a near whisper. Before he could continue Harry's visible eye, burning with anger bore strait into Snape's.
"My name is NOT Potter," it came out in a growl. "I am sick and tired of you," he spat out his next word, "people, not listening. Somehow you got it in your head that I am this, Potter, and I am not. I would leave now, but on my honor I cannot." Harry was battling with the anger that he'd been repressing since his induction into the wizarding world. There was a few seconds of silence while Harry tried to calm down. Snape's glare didn't waver, but Harry wasn't paying attention to it. He was annoyed with himself for his self perceived loss of control.
"If you are not a Potter" the name was spat, "Then who are you?"
Harry managed to get his eyes down to smoldering with anger before responding.
"I am a Saotome," Pride shone in his eyes for a moment, "and unlike Ranma, I had to earn my name."
Snape snorted, "I doubt you've had to earn anything in your life."
Anger filled Harry at the comment. How dare this man, whom he only knew for a day, assume he knew anything about Harry's life. Harry started to see red. A small part of his mind shouted that he should leave before he did anything he would later regret. It only just reached him past the roaring hiss of his anger. What he didn't realize was the fact that he was seeing red because he had managed to form an anger fueled battle aura. Which at this moment was singeing Snape's eyebrows.
How Dare You. Harry snarled, not knowing that the aura was interfering with the translation magic. You know nothing about me. The little voice in the back of his head was screaming for him to get out of the room, or at least redirect his anger. Listening to the little voice, Harry spun quickly and stalked out of the room.
Many hallways and singed doors later, he was by the lake. He threw himself into one of the highest paced Kata's he knew, in hopes that it would work off his anger. It took until well into the night for the anger to work its way out of his system. By then he was sweaty and the moon had traveled quite a bit along the night sky.
The portrait of the fat lady gave Harry a disapproving look when he tried to enter.
"It's after curfew young man. I'll let you in this once, but no more."
"Yes, yes, Sorry ma'am, I'll try not to let it happen again." Harry bowed as he said this.
She humphed and swung open. The common room was deserted. Just how late was it? Harry made his way to the showers and took a quick tub before retiring for the night.