Sorry, I was just going through my chapters and I had made a mistake in
writing this chapter, I put them going to the theatre after breakfast and
then I put Harry giving out the scrips. MISTAKE there on my part. So I have
take the part with Ron and Hermione arguing as they are on their way to
practise. Next chapter will be up soon. Im stuck is all.
Three Days Later
Harry looked around the room that was decorated in all of his favourite colours; after his release from the hospital wing this morning, Dumbledore had given him his own room ironically in the dungeons near Snape. Harry had never realised that Gryffindor Tower had its own set of dungeons that were used by Slytherin House. His room was actually a sitting room, bedroom and bath. A door from the sitting room led up a set of stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, and the other out to the hallway to the Potions classrooms.
Scattered all around him were the scripts for Romeo and Juliet. He was to give them to the staff and students today. It surprised him that they were still willing to do the play with him after what happened in the Great Hall. He was no longer friendly with Ron and Hermione and the other Gryffindors were avoiding all three of them.
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Severus looked around the Staff Room, lost in thought as Dumbledore explained to the Staff that it would be best if Potter was tutored privately until he had his magic back under control. Otherwise there might be another occasion where his magic went out of control. The other Professors agreed as the safety of the other students was their first priority.
Severus snorted and went back to sipping at his coffee catching the attention of the other Professors.
"Do you have something to say Severus?" Minerva asked.
"No Minerva of course not, just that you do realise that if you treat Potter differently from the other students you are going to send him into a deeper depression than he already is in?" Severus questioned, a dark slim eyebrow raised.
"You are alienating him. Harry hates being different and being lied to." Remus spoke up from the far side of Severus.
The Professors looked at the two men, so different yet agreeing on the same thing, Harry Potter.
But all thoughts of confusion were cut short at a small tentative knock on the door.
"Whom is it?" Flitwick squeaked.
"Harry Potter sir, with the scripts," was the muffled response.
"Alright boy come in then." Hooch called and the door opened waiting for the boy to enter.
Harry sighed and walked into the room, his arms full of stapled sheets of paper. Looking around he saw the rigid postures and worried stares. He realized that they had been talking about him, and what had happened earlier.
"Look, how about this, you are all afraid of me. You all think that I'll kill Voldemort and take over as Dark Lord. So why don't you tell Fudge and he can send me to Azkaban without any proof like he did to Sirius. Oh wait then you'd have to kill Voldemort yourselves. Silly me," Harry said looking around at all of the Professors.
"Don't bother denying it either. I know this is true it's in your body language and your eyes.
"The only person, believe it or not, that actually cares, beside Remus, Professor Lupin, is Professor Snape. At least he tells me what he thinks of me.
The rest of you stare and talk about me in here behind my back. I like being told when I'm not liked. Okay, so how 'bout you all tell me that I'm the next Dark Lord." Harry said as he passed out the scripts to the people in the play.
"Well I'm waiting, I'm not leaving until I know what you all think of me 'cause then I can go to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons to finish my education."
All of the professors looked around the room at each other before looking at Harry, pity in their eyes and on their features, but understanding coming from Snape, Dumbledore and Remus with a little bit of love as well.
"Well then if you all have nothing to say then we will start rehearsals this Saturday after breakfast, if that isn't good enough for any of you that is just too bad. You agreed to do this, like it or not." Harry snarled then turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Well I'd hate to tell you 'I told you so about things', but. I told you so." Severus said picking up his script and going through it and highlighting his passages.
"Well why didn't you all tell him what you thought of him?" Remus questioned, "That way he could have left and been himself. Or do you all just keep him here for your own bloody protection?"
Disgusted, Remus picked up his script and left the staff room to read in his rooms, Severus' chuckling echoing behind him.
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Harry walked up the stairs toward the Gryffindor Common Room so he could hand out the second to last lot of scripts to the couple of Gryffindors that are in the play.
"Hello Harry, how is my favourite young man this evening?" Olivia the Pink Lady asked as he approached.
"Fine thank you." He replied, "But I'm amazed you're still talking to me after what happened a few days ago."
"That is pish posh and nonsense Harry, you're a sweet child and I won't believe anything they say unless it comes from you your self."
"Thank you my lady, now if you'll excuse me I need to hand out the scripts to the play of Romeo and Juliet to the few Gryffindors."
"Of course Harry, see you soon." Olivia said as she opened away from the wall to admit Harry in to the common room.
All of the attention turned immediately to the opened portrait, waiting for who ever it was to come inside, Harry stepped in to the room, a stack of papers in his arms.
"Hello. I'm here to give you the scripts to the play then I'll be ducking back out to give the Slytherins their copies and Quidditch training is tonight at 7:00 p.m. And rehearsals start this Saturday after breakfast, don't be late or we will start without you" Harry explained leaving the play scripts on the centre table of the room.
"Enjoy the rest of your day." He said with a smile before turning back toward the portrait, stopping when his name was called out.
"Harry, what are you going to do now?" Neville asked once Harry had turned around.
"Well I've got to drop these off with the Slytherins, why?"
"Well I need to talk to you about something that's all." Neville replied looking down at his feet.
"Well would you like to come with me? I don't have anything to do after that, just go down to the kitchen for something to eat since people are so scared to be any where near me." Harry replied easily, "Considering that I'm so out of control I can't be trusted to attend classes with you."
"I don't think that you're going to hurt me Harry, you are just going through a rough spot, you'll defeat V.Vol. demort and free us then be who you want to be." Neville explained trying out the Dark Lords name.
Harry smile a genuine smile at the usually scared Gryffindor, "Thank you Neville. Now are you coming with me to have that talk or not?" he asked his black eyebrow raised.
Neville smiled at Harry before grabbing his cloak and moving off after him, only to be stopped by Ron's tight grip on his arm.
"You go with him Neville and you will be labelled one of his followers." He spoke in a deadly calm voice.
Neville looked dead into Ron's eyes before saying his reply, eyes betraying nothing, "Well then Ron I'm one of Harry's followers then aren't I? He's the only one out of the entire school that doesn't feel sorry for me where as the rest of you do.
You all think that I'm pathetic and don't deserve to be a Gryffindor."
And with that Neville and Harry left a common room full of surprised Gryffindors to watch after them.
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Harry looked at Neville out of the corner of his eye as they approached the Slytherin Common Room, wondering when this change came in Neville.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked stopping in front of the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
"Well do you think that we could talk about it after were done here at the Slytherins?" he asked as Harry hissed at the portrait to let them in.
"Sure Neville, do you want to wait out here for me or come in side?" he asked as the portrait swung open.
"I think that I'll come in with you cause you never know what lurks with in the halls of Hogwarts dungeon especially with Slytherins and Snape lurking about." Neville explained.
Harry chuckled at the response as he walked into the Common Room, Neville coming in behind him.
"What are you doing here Potter." Came the cutting voice of Malfoy.
"Well Salazar and I go way back and I was paying him a visit when I remembered that I have scripts for you and the other Slytherins. You do remember the play? Romeo and Juliet? You're Benvolio, or did you forget?" he said the tones in his voice full of heavy sarcasm.
Malfoy and the Slytherins looked over at Potter in pure shock at the sarcasm coming from the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
"Right Potter, when is rehearsals?" Malfoy asked as the thick scripts dropped onto the table in front of him.
"Saturday after breakfast in the theatre" Harry responded as he turned and headed out of the portrait and to Neville.
"Hey Potter, if you ever need let off steam come to Slytherin. You're one of us whether you like it or not." Malfoy called as the portrait closed with a snap.
Three Days Later
Harry looked around the room that was decorated in all of his favourite colours; after his release from the hospital wing this morning, Dumbledore had given him his own room ironically in the dungeons near Snape. Harry had never realised that Gryffindor Tower had its own set of dungeons that were used by Slytherin House. His room was actually a sitting room, bedroom and bath. A door from the sitting room led up a set of stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, and the other out to the hallway to the Potions classrooms.
Scattered all around him were the scripts for Romeo and Juliet. He was to give them to the staff and students today. It surprised him that they were still willing to do the play with him after what happened in the Great Hall. He was no longer friendly with Ron and Hermione and the other Gryffindors were avoiding all three of them.
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Severus looked around the Staff Room, lost in thought as Dumbledore explained to the Staff that it would be best if Potter was tutored privately until he had his magic back under control. Otherwise there might be another occasion where his magic went out of control. The other Professors agreed as the safety of the other students was their first priority.
Severus snorted and went back to sipping at his coffee catching the attention of the other Professors.
"Do you have something to say Severus?" Minerva asked.
"No Minerva of course not, just that you do realise that if you treat Potter differently from the other students you are going to send him into a deeper depression than he already is in?" Severus questioned, a dark slim eyebrow raised.
"You are alienating him. Harry hates being different and being lied to." Remus spoke up from the far side of Severus.
The Professors looked at the two men, so different yet agreeing on the same thing, Harry Potter.
But all thoughts of confusion were cut short at a small tentative knock on the door.
"Whom is it?" Flitwick squeaked.
"Harry Potter sir, with the scripts," was the muffled response.
"Alright boy come in then." Hooch called and the door opened waiting for the boy to enter.
Harry sighed and walked into the room, his arms full of stapled sheets of paper. Looking around he saw the rigid postures and worried stares. He realized that they had been talking about him, and what had happened earlier.
"Look, how about this, you are all afraid of me. You all think that I'll kill Voldemort and take over as Dark Lord. So why don't you tell Fudge and he can send me to Azkaban without any proof like he did to Sirius. Oh wait then you'd have to kill Voldemort yourselves. Silly me," Harry said looking around at all of the Professors.
"Don't bother denying it either. I know this is true it's in your body language and your eyes.
"The only person, believe it or not, that actually cares, beside Remus, Professor Lupin, is Professor Snape. At least he tells me what he thinks of me.
The rest of you stare and talk about me in here behind my back. I like being told when I'm not liked. Okay, so how 'bout you all tell me that I'm the next Dark Lord." Harry said as he passed out the scripts to the people in the play.
"Well I'm waiting, I'm not leaving until I know what you all think of me 'cause then I can go to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons to finish my education."
All of the professors looked around the room at each other before looking at Harry, pity in their eyes and on their features, but understanding coming from Snape, Dumbledore and Remus with a little bit of love as well.
"Well then if you all have nothing to say then we will start rehearsals this Saturday after breakfast, if that isn't good enough for any of you that is just too bad. You agreed to do this, like it or not." Harry snarled then turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Well I'd hate to tell you 'I told you so about things', but. I told you so." Severus said picking up his script and going through it and highlighting his passages.
"Well why didn't you all tell him what you thought of him?" Remus questioned, "That way he could have left and been himself. Or do you all just keep him here for your own bloody protection?"
Disgusted, Remus picked up his script and left the staff room to read in his rooms, Severus' chuckling echoing behind him.
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Harry walked up the stairs toward the Gryffindor Common Room so he could hand out the second to last lot of scripts to the couple of Gryffindors that are in the play.
"Hello Harry, how is my favourite young man this evening?" Olivia the Pink Lady asked as he approached.
"Fine thank you." He replied, "But I'm amazed you're still talking to me after what happened a few days ago."
"That is pish posh and nonsense Harry, you're a sweet child and I won't believe anything they say unless it comes from you your self."
"Thank you my lady, now if you'll excuse me I need to hand out the scripts to the play of Romeo and Juliet to the few Gryffindors."
"Of course Harry, see you soon." Olivia said as she opened away from the wall to admit Harry in to the common room.
All of the attention turned immediately to the opened portrait, waiting for who ever it was to come inside, Harry stepped in to the room, a stack of papers in his arms.
"Hello. I'm here to give you the scripts to the play then I'll be ducking back out to give the Slytherins their copies and Quidditch training is tonight at 7:00 p.m. And rehearsals start this Saturday after breakfast, don't be late or we will start without you" Harry explained leaving the play scripts on the centre table of the room.
"Enjoy the rest of your day." He said with a smile before turning back toward the portrait, stopping when his name was called out.
"Harry, what are you going to do now?" Neville asked once Harry had turned around.
"Well I've got to drop these off with the Slytherins, why?"
"Well I need to talk to you about something that's all." Neville replied looking down at his feet.
"Well would you like to come with me? I don't have anything to do after that, just go down to the kitchen for something to eat since people are so scared to be any where near me." Harry replied easily, "Considering that I'm so out of control I can't be trusted to attend classes with you."
"I don't think that you're going to hurt me Harry, you are just going through a rough spot, you'll defeat V.Vol. demort and free us then be who you want to be." Neville explained trying out the Dark Lords name.
Harry smile a genuine smile at the usually scared Gryffindor, "Thank you Neville. Now are you coming with me to have that talk or not?" he asked his black eyebrow raised.
Neville smiled at Harry before grabbing his cloak and moving off after him, only to be stopped by Ron's tight grip on his arm.
"You go with him Neville and you will be labelled one of his followers." He spoke in a deadly calm voice.
Neville looked dead into Ron's eyes before saying his reply, eyes betraying nothing, "Well then Ron I'm one of Harry's followers then aren't I? He's the only one out of the entire school that doesn't feel sorry for me where as the rest of you do.
You all think that I'm pathetic and don't deserve to be a Gryffindor."
And with that Neville and Harry left a common room full of surprised Gryffindors to watch after them.
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Harry looked at Neville out of the corner of his eye as they approached the Slytherin Common Room, wondering when this change came in Neville.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked stopping in front of the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
"Well do you think that we could talk about it after were done here at the Slytherins?" he asked as Harry hissed at the portrait to let them in.
"Sure Neville, do you want to wait out here for me or come in side?" he asked as the portrait swung open.
"I think that I'll come in with you cause you never know what lurks with in the halls of Hogwarts dungeon especially with Slytherins and Snape lurking about." Neville explained.
Harry chuckled at the response as he walked into the Common Room, Neville coming in behind him.
"What are you doing here Potter." Came the cutting voice of Malfoy.
"Well Salazar and I go way back and I was paying him a visit when I remembered that I have scripts for you and the other Slytherins. You do remember the play? Romeo and Juliet? You're Benvolio, or did you forget?" he said the tones in his voice full of heavy sarcasm.
Malfoy and the Slytherins looked over at Potter in pure shock at the sarcasm coming from the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
"Right Potter, when is rehearsals?" Malfoy asked as the thick scripts dropped onto the table in front of him.
"Saturday after breakfast in the theatre" Harry responded as he turned and headed out of the portrait and to Neville.
"Hey Potter, if you ever need let off steam come to Slytherin. You're one of us whether you like it or not." Malfoy called as the portrait closed with a snap.
