Mind Games of Water
By: Lynn Metallium
Disclaimer: I am but a poor little American girl and I do not own Harry Potter and co., that privilege goes to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, (my hero! XD) so please don't sue me and all that stuff because I would be sad and cry and you wouldn't get any money because I had to use it all for college XD
Author's Notes: At the end, oh YAY!
Warning: This chapter is….odd…and sexual…so if you don't like it, go away because I don't like you either. This will probably apply to most chapters after this point as we continue deeper into the story and start to build Severus and Harry's relationship so if you don't like that, then go away because once again, I don't like you either.
Chapter 4
The surface of the lake was aglow with the morning sun, nearly blinding. Harry squinted out over the smooth surface. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for, but he was here anyway. How did one go about addressing a water sprite anyway? The boy who lived cursed under his breath. He should have gotten Hermione to do some research on the matter but the thought hadn't occurred to him till now.
"Miss. Ysaelin?" Harry winced at how weak and small his voice sounded from the shore of the lake. Screwing his courage up, he tried again. "Miss. Ysaelin?"
It sounded no better than the first time and the boy felt a wave of frustration rush over him. He shook his head, squatting beside the lapping water to stare at it.
"I feel stupid…" Harry muttered under his breath, and he really did. Again, he had rushed into the situation without thinking about it. He had no idea how to get the attention of the sprite, but if he had just put some thought into it, he could have been much more successful than he was now.
Angrily he picked up a smooth stone and chucked it out over the water with the force of his aggravation. The rock hit the water and skipped twice before suddenly taking an abrupt turn back towards the shore, smacking Harry none too nicely right in the head. Completely thrown off guard, the brunette boy wonder flailed around for several seconds, clutching his head.
"How do you like that? You like it when people throw rocks at you?" Ysaelin's irritated voice drifted over the water to the poor boy that was carefully checking his head for any permanent damage. Blinking slightly while rubbing the bump that was starting to grow on his forehead, Harry looked out across the lake to see the sprite sitting a few feet out, sprawled on top of the water staring at him with gray eyes.
"Well not very well of course," Harry retorted without thinking. "It's not like I could see you there! You weren't even there when I threw the stone!"
"Of course I was you insolent boy," the sprite rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You were calling me, were you not? I am, after all, not rude."
Harry had the grace to look sheepish as he stared out over the water at her. He hadn't really thought that calling her like that had worked but proven by the rather painful wound he had just received it had after all.
"I didn't think you heard me," He mumbled, glancing down at his feet. When he heard no reply from the so called girl, he glanced up, only to find her inches from his face, staring straight at him. With a surprised yelp, jumped back, flailing his arms in front of him as if to ward against her before falling on his behind. Ysaelin raised one eyebrow slowly at his show.
"You have your father's eyes," Was all she said as she slipped back from the bewildered boy. How easy it was to get this human boy flustered.
"You knew my father?" Harry quickly forgot his nervousness as he climbed to his feet and surged forward. Ysaelin hissed as he reached forward to grasp her arm, flitting back across the shallow water out of his reach.
"No touching," She growled quietly.
"I'm sorry," Harry looked confused, drawing back his hand as he watched her hover there over the water. The brunette found her fascinating. Growing up with muggles had kept him in the dark with creatures from the wizarding world, but little did he know that most of the wizard world was also as in the dark as him when it came to water sprites. Harry had no idea what to do and what not to do with Ysaelin. He wanted to find out about his father, but, he reminded himself, he had to find out about Snape now.
"You have no permission to touch me," Ysaelin muttered, cradling her arms close to herself, watching him warily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…." He trailed off. "I won't touch you."
Harry watched her nervously. The sprite looked a bit menacing when she stared at him that way with those gray eyes of hers, blank and unreadable.
"See that you don't," Drifting closer over the brown lake water, she studied him. "Now you wish to know about your father…although I doubt that is your only question."
Harry flushed, wondering how she had figured it out. He felt a bit ashamed wondering if she was a mind reader or it was just written obviously across his face. Silently he nodded, waiting for her to speak, to tell him how insolent he was, how selfish to want so many answers from someone such as herself. Instead she only looked thoughtful with a sly smile in his direction that sent chills up his spine.
"Your father,…" Ysaelin licked her lips slowly, a smirk curling her mouth. "Was delicious."
"W-what?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise and he felt heat rush into his cheeks at her words.
"Delectable in fact. No wonder Lily loved him, no wonder everyone else loved him. I can see him in you. You have his lovely green eyes-"
"I don't think I understand-"Harry took a step back as a cold shiver went up his spine. He licked his dry lips slowly, trying to hide how unsettled he felt.
"We never actually knew each other….Your father and I. I was a student here at that time, although as you are most likely aware from Albus, I am much older than the regular student. It was…a difficult time for me, but being among the human wizards was the trial my mother chose for me, as her mother chose for her. I would gladly strangle the first of my generation to choose such a thing. Humans are such disgusting creatures…I loath the vast majority of them. Do you understand?"
"Uhm…" Harry looked at her with loss. He had never really thought of his race as disgusting, but then again he had never even thought that there could be other races besides humans.
"Of course you don't…You are, after all, one of them. Onward with my story though…As I said, your father and I never really knew one another. Being a Ravenclaw we had very few classes together, and that was fortunate. I had no love for the human called Sirius Black…Black…Black was the devil in sheep's clothing. He followed me to the lake one night and discovered my secret self. He made my time in Hogwarts a living hell. Everyone believed us to be a couple, but he blackmailed me with his knowledge of my being so I was forced to be in his company. James called me Black's love interest and had a good laugh about it at my expense. But the day came when I discovered Black's secret….
I had always threatened furiously to send him to Juiidai. He deserved to have his mind broken…but there was one who protested, the one human that I could stand, and so I respected his wish and left Black unharmed. I never understood why, but then I discovered he and the human, Remus Lupin, were lovers. Black was horrified when I found out. It seems that humans have great fear of their sexual self and I threatened to tell his secret should he ever tell mine. With my threat in place, Black lost interest in me, much to my relief and we never spoke again."
Harry was spellbound. He had never heard of Ysaelin from his godfather, although there had never been as much time as he would have liked to talk about his father and his time in school before… Swallowing hard, he forced the thought from his mind. The boy hated hearing about Sirius in such a manor, but he knew that things had happened to Snape, the teasing and taunting. Even if they had never meant harm, it had come all the same.
"You're very much like your father…" Ysaelin sounded almost wistful and it was with much surprise that Harry found her pulling him against her body. She was cold and he felt as if he had just fallen into the lake itself. The brunette froze, frightened to see what the sprite would do. Would she do something to him like she had done to Snape? Would she kill him?
A soft purring noise came from her throat as she cuddled his body close, her hand stroking through his hair in a comforting way that made Harry seem ever so sleepy.
"You're a decent human, aren't you? You are…after all James' son…and the boy who lived," Ysaelin's voice was low as she pulled back slightly, staring down at him. "A pretty human…"
Harry's breath caught in his throat. She was so close, her cold breath washing down over his face and he couldn't move. His eyes widened as she smiled in such a devious manor it made his whole body shake.
"W-What are you doing?" His voice came out a pathetic whimper that only made her smirk more. "Are you going to hurt me like you hurt Snape?"
"Snape?..." Ysaelin's eyes narrowed as she stared down at the boy in front of her. "You have seen him, he is in no pain-"
"What did you do to him?" Harry managed to get out of his mouth. His body was so rigid he could barely breathe as he attempted to force himself as far from the creature as possible. The boy's movement only amused Ysaelin further as she pulled the boy to her chest. Little creature, how pathetic he was here, seeking answers from her.
"I'm breaking him. It is none of your concern child."
"But…Why?"
Ysaelin pursed her lips as she stared at the green curious eyes of the captive boy in her arms. He was ever so like James, it made her want to vomit.
"Why? Why? You have so many questions! Why should I tell you anything?"
Harry wanted to protest and tell her that he had only asked a few questions, not nearly as many as he wanted to in fact, but he didn't think now was a very wise time to bring that up with the sprite.
"Please…Tell me what you did to Snape! I…I want to help him!" The brunette cried desperately and was startled to find the sprite's face splitting open with a low rough laugh. The sound, he noted, was yet another thing that made his skin crawl.
"Tell you? Do you think I haven't heard you? The children and their taunts of their greasy git of a Potions Master! I am not deaf to the sounds of your annoying chattering as it drifts from the pipes to echo in the lake waters. I hear every word, even the ones I could be content not to hear! How is it that suddenly you have compassion for this man?"
"I…" Harry stared at her with a feeling of loss. She was right, no one cared much for the black haired man. He was harsh and cold to them all, but he could never just leave the man for dead. Snape had saved him too many times to just leave him to the mercy of this creature. "Please…I know he's a bastard sometimes! But...Someone has to care for him!"
"Pity…" Ysaelin snorted under her breath. "You come begging out of pity… Although I suppose it is something, as you are the only one to come on his behalf. Even the old man has not come to see me from his fear."
"Why would Dumbledore fear you!" Harry cried, feeling more and more confused as the conversation went forward. Ysaelin was thrusting it forward without answering any of his questions. Instead of making him better understand anything that happened in the last twenty four hours, she was succeeding in making him understand even less, as well as making him feel nothing but discomfort in her presence.
"Very well boy who lived….You amuse me, so I shall explain to some extent…" Ysaelin chuckled at his pained, confused look as she pressed her body against him, causing the boy to squirm with discomfort. "When Black abandoned his taunting of me, he turned to a new target, the bully he was, he could never leave people alone. He turned to a sickly pale yet intelligent human child, Severus Snape. It was a shame, for Severus was very smart, a loner, but smart in the art of liquid mixing…Potions…I always pitied Severus… He never deserved that treatment, but he was different back then…
When he stayed on here as a professor, I kept an eye on him. Years passed and I began to hear stories of the vicious cold callus Potions Master, Snape. I thought this cannot be the Severus of my time among the land walkers. He has become his tormenter, he has become Black! Picking on students, because of their lack of …whatever… He has become the bully… He has become his childhood fear without realizing it.
I took it upon myself to help him. He needs help, do you understand?"
Harry nervously shook his head as he squirmed in the sprite's arms, pressing his hands against her bare chest as his cheeks flushed at her nakedness.
"Snape is Snape, I don't think he has become Sirius, they were...very different."
"You're wrong…Severus needed my help! He needed Juiidai!" Ysaelin hissed, gripping Harry's arms tightly, ignoring his cry of pain as she pushed him back under a willow tree along the banks of the lake. "Do you understand human? He needs to be reminded of how being a bully makes one feel! He needs to become his childhood self again!"
"What is Juiidai? How will that help him at all?" Harry pressed out through clenched teeth as he tried to ignore the bark of the tree behind him digging into his back. "You don't understand the life Professor Snape has had since you were here!"
"And you do human? Are you Severus? You understand his pain? You don't. I know more than you claim I do," Her face was inches from his, and he could smell her breath, the stench of fish washing over him. His stomach rolled as he attempted not to gag. "I know that Black's influence made him do things that he will regret for the rest of his life. I know that if he would only stop to think, he would not want to be the one who will influence a child to do things of regret because of his callus ways!"
"Please, let go-"Harry croaked, he didn't want the creature close any longer, he only wanted to leave. This was more than he had bargained for when he had come down here with his questions.
"Little boy," Ysaelin's eyes narrowed with amusement as she leaned in to nuzzle the boy's cheek. "James' son…Black's godson…Such a delicious human, the boy who lived… "
"I need to go," The green eyed boy whimpered, closing his eyes hard as he bit his lower lip. "Please back up- I'll miss class-"
His plea was cut short as her lips descended upon his with such force that his head was slammed back into the tree, causing him to see bright flashes behind his closed eyes. Her mouth had a rough sand like quality to it that reeked of the smell of fish. The nakedness pressed against him felt wet and squirmed against his own clothed body. Harry cried out with horror as he felt a hot throbbing pressed into his lower abdomen. During the conversation, he had somehow managed to forget how naked she was, as well as her extra little piece of equipment. Now he could feel it pressing up against his body, so Harry did the only sensible thing he could think of in such a situation, he panicked.
The boy's knee shot up directly into her groin, causing the sprite to hiss in pain, as anything with such a thing in the lower region tends to do when injured. Ysaelin stumbled back, looking a bit stunned as Harry pushed past her in a mad dash towards the castle, the rest of his questions about Snape and Juiidai forgotten. A low chuckle, mixed with a groan of pain escaped from her mouth as she watched the boy run.
He would be back…He had to come back. He had too many questions to ask her still not to come. He had tasted sweet. Like chocolate. The first human she had ever tasted that she had found appealing. Chuckling once again the sprite turned to slip down into the comforting waters of the lake. Her hand disappeared beneath the dark water and a content noise of pleasure slid into the crisp morning air.
Harry would be back, and when he came, she would be ready.
Authors Notes: WAHAHA! Another chapter in a month! I'm doing better? It wasn't almost a year …praise please. Anyway, a few things I bet you're just dying to know about so let me just address a few that I can think of before you ask them.
Q: Is Ysaelin a pedophile?
A: No, Ysaelin is not a pedophile. Ysaelin is a horny sprite who likes to toy with peoples emotions and what better way to toy with a horny teen like Harry than through his libido.
Q: WTF with Ysaelin and Harry then? I thought you said this was a Snarry!
A: It is, I just thought it would be fun to write Ysaelin as constantly sexually harassing people. I mean, she's a naked hermaphrodite water sprite for Merlin's sake.
And one last one, for Katie Lupin Black, Snape only thinks Harry is in there with him. It's a subconscious thing. Like a dream world, and Harry just HAPPENS to be in his dream.
That is all for now, Chapter 5 is under way as you read this. I heart everyone's comments btw, it makes my day uber happy to read them XD
Lynn
