Also wanted to thank everyone for your wonderful reviews. they like me they really do hope you will continue to. I plan on sticking this out to the end, and the fat lady has yet to sing.
To I think it was opal(): Sure sleep depravation causes mental problems, but as I see it, it's the wizarding world, and further yet, Harry Potter, who's he to mold to conformity. Rest assured though he will get some sleep soon.
Now own with the show.
"..." speech '...' thoughts ... parsle
Welcome to the Dungeons
Harry followed the billowing black robes of the potions master out of the great hall and down into the dungeons. He paid close attention, memorizing the intricate twists and turns that they were taking. After what seemed like forever, they arrived at a portrait of Salazar Slytherin that had a sleek black snake circling around the ground at his feet.
"Severus." Salazar greeted the older wizard with a nod.
A fresh presence, wonder who the young one is the snake hissed.
Harry eyed the snake. Hello to you, too Harry replied.
Salazar's eyebrow rose into his hairline and the snake hissed in surprise. And who are you, young speaker? Slytherin questioned.
Harry Potter, last of the line of Gryffindor the young wizard answered formally with a slight bow. Slytherin looked surprised at the answer and was about to reply when Snape interrupted.
"However much you may think so, I do not have all day to stand dallying in the corridors whilst you chit-chat with the paintings, Potter...wormwood." He spat.
"Oh very well, Severus." Slytherin stated, and as the portrait swung open, he addressed Harry. Come and see me sometime, young speaker, and I shall explain to you the origin of that book you hold.
Harry followed the other man into his chambers, well now their chambers. The potions master stalked across the room and went through a door in the left side of the room to the left of the stone fireplace, slamming it shut behind him. Harry caught a brief glimpse of a bed and he figured that for the prickly man's bedchambers.
The room he stood in appeared to be a sitting/living room and dining room combination. There was an elegant looking dark green sofa in front of the fireplace with matching wig back chairs off to each side. Small round cherry tables sat in each niche between the couch and the chairs. There was a door off to each side of the fireplace, one to the bedchamber, and the other to who knows where.
The walls were lined top to bottom with books. The dark cherry dining table was littered with open tomes and rolls of parchment some half unrolled writing scratched over them. It would appear that there wasn't actually much eating done at that table.
Harry sat down on the sofa and contemplated the situation that he found himself in. How was he to manage civility with, with...Snape, 'oh hell, I'm married to Snape'
He decided to ponder of the downfalls of his life later, perhaps when he wasn't feeling quite so, so...hysterical, of his rocker, homicidal perhaps. He went over and sat down on the sofa and took out his book to continue where he left off earlier.
It was around twenty minutes later that Snape came back out of the room he was in. He stopped in his tracks to an unexpected site, the Boy Who Lived was just sitting on the sofa reading a book, he wasn't snooping around or destroying his things, just sitting there reading.
He sneered and crossed the room to his liqueur cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink, downed it in one go, and poured himself another. He glanced over at the boy on the sofa and after a moment of contemplation poured a second glass. They were both going to need it if they were to get through this, this tragedy. How the hell was he to, to... 'Oh hell, he was married to Harry Bloody Potter.' What sort of sick twisted person, no the only obvious answer was, he really pissed of some deity or another just a smidge too much.
The potions master went over and sat down in his chair and offered Potter the extra drink. Harry looked at the other man like he grew another head. "It's alcohol, Potter, one normally drinks it." He sneered.
Harry took the offered beverage. "I know what it's for, sir." He sipped the drink, relishing in the burning that slid down his throat warming his insides. "And if you didn't realize, sir, we are married so technically I am no longer a Potter."
Snape glared at the audacity of the younger wizard. "I am very well aware of the situation that we've found ourselves in, thank-you very much."
Harry sighed. "Look, sir, we are for all intent purposes stuck with each other for the unseen future, perhaps we should try to get along."
"Very well, what would you suggest we do then?" Snape questioned.
Harry sipped at his drink contemplating what they should do to remedy the situation that they were in. "Maybe," he stated slowly, "we should tell each other more about ourselves."
Snape slammed the rest of his drink, and poured another. "If you think for one moment that I am about to tell you anything about myself, you got another thing coming, there is no way I am about to give you anything for you and your little friend to laugh about."
Harry rubbed his eyes. "Look why don't I go first, what would you like to know?" Snape raised his brow at the young man. "Anything?" He asked. "Yes, anything." Harry answered. Snape thought about what sort of dirt he wanted to know about the insistent thorn in his side. He opened his mouth to ask and then thought better of his line.
Snape looked at the raven-haired wizard. "What have you against Dumbledore?"
Heh, look another cliffy let me know what you all think.
Oh and this chapter is unbeta'd wanted to get it out to you as soon as possible.
A/N: I've hit a writer's block on this story have an idea where I want to go w/it, but any help is greatly appreciated.
Thanks all, I'll try to get the next chappie out to ya ASAP
Eilan