Authors note--- Yeah!!! I'm finally back from my very very very boring vacation, sorry about it taking so long we had to drive more then seven hours till we took a break. But I hope that you like the next chapter. I wrote a little bit while I was gone and I think that this chapter is one of my longest ones yet so I think that will make y'all happy. So please when your done review I'm wondering how good it is and I didn't get many reviews for my last chapter :(
Disclaimer--- As you probably all already know by now that I don't own these characters, or probably anything that you are able to recognize so don't sue. All this belongs to that wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling. Summery--- Harry and Severus, the rest you can go back a few chapters to find out about the rest. Rating--- PG – 13,, well it was for the abuse now its probably all for the lovely and creative language that the interesting people here use. PLEASE REVIEW WHEN UR DONE READING!!!!!!!Ok now on we go
CHAPTER 5
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Severus Snape looked down distastefully at the interestingly orange coloured potion bubbling in the cauldron before him, momentarily wondering just what he could have done wrong to make it this colour.
Taking a small amount of Aconite from the small plaster on the wooden shelf, he slowly sprinkled it around in a clock-wise motion, soon after he stirred it counter-clockwise four times.
Absently he whipped the poisonous Monkshood dust from his hand on to a dampened towel behind him.
Turning away he began to place away all the ingredients in the proper place, only turning around to see the Wolfsbane potion turn a satisfyingly sickly green colour signaling the completion of the third stage. Bottling it up and setting it on the shelf knowing it would have to keep cool for a few weeks until the next upcoming full moon.
The young potions master was the inventor of the potion, well what there was of it at the present time. So far, the potion was only able to make in keep the mind of the werewolf, not able to lessen the pain or to dissolve the curse entirely.
It was a start though.
Usually he would try to improve it and test it on the local werewolf. Standing up he decided to call said werewolf through fire call to give him the potion, knowing the full moon was approaching in a week.
The wizard / werewolf walked out of his fireplace and over to where Severus stood.
Not even giving him a look he handed Remus the green bottled potion and a small bag of bicorn power. Remus looked even more worn out and ragged as ever, but at least now he had a little more proper clothing on his back.
"I haven't placed any trying improvements for the transformation on this month's potion, due to disruptions as you know. I'm going to have you keep the potion cool and half hour before you drink it add a pinch of the Bicorn. It may change the taste of the potion but no promises."
Severus' voice showed that this really wasn't the main topic present in his mind, even though he did sound really cold.
Remus looked slightly sick and just glazed at the potion in his hands, asking the first question that came to his mind,
"Is the Bicorn a safe well.... Is it safe to add?"
Instantly regretting asking the question, moments after it left his mouth. Severus just looked at him and gave a sneer to the sandy haired werewolf,
"What happened to that great Gryffendor courage that you all are so 'proud' of? Well I have nothing to worry about you volunteered to be my little tester so if something goes wrong it will be your head not mine. If you're so worried just go through the pain of having to taste the 'awful' potion."
Severus stretched out the word proud and awful making it even more insulting, to which Remus just glared.
"Oh that's nice. And here I was thinking that maybe you would be just a little worried over Harry, but hey, what would I know, huh? He's only your son after all, and he hasn't woken up yet. You haven't even visited him yet, not that you seem to care though."
Remus sounded delusional and a little angry, (wonder why?) Snape didn't even flinch.
"Do you even care? The past may be painful but you need to get over it because it's just that - the past. Move on if not for you, for Harry, you're all he has left and he defiantly needs someone there for him."
Now instead of Remus being the angered one he found himself looking at an angry Snape.
"What the hell are you talking about? I sure as hell care –. . !"
"...You sure don't act like it!"
Remus cut him off. Severus then put on the infamous Slytherin face, showing nothing he was indifferent. Throwing the last Wolfsbane bottles at Remus and then said his last words to the werewolf for the night,
"He'll wake when he will, keep the potion cooled or it will be worthless, and we wouldn't want that."
Remus flinched slightly at the monotone voice and turned back to the fireplace to make his leave. He stopped and looked back at the youngest potions master who at the moment was pacing around the dungeons. Looking up at the ceiling he said in a quiet voice not meant to be heard, even though it was,
"Let's hope that he wakes up soon, for both of your sakes."
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Harry slowly opened his eyes only to quickly close them due to the fact that the muscles in his eyes were now used to being closed.
From the pain he was getting from his opened eyes he came to the conclusion that he must have been unconscious or at least sleeping for some time, blinking rapidly he still couldn't get rid of the feeling, this still happened even though there was only a minute amount of light which was coming from a...moving portrait? He just shook his head telling him self it was in his mind, a figment of his imagination, or something of the likes.
He knew that none of that was real. His uncle told or disciplined him with often, and when some one like Vernon teaches you something, trust me, you remember.
The Dursleys had always 'taught' him that magic wasn't real, and that any thing strange, like Harry, was wrong and disgusting.
He looked around seeing that every thing was white, the bed, the walls, even his clothing, he knew that this must be a hospital. One time when Dudley had broken his foot Harry had to go with them to the hospital to get it fixed up. He had remembered that every thing in the infirmary was a sickly, sterile, white colour.
But why would he be some place like this? Harry knew that he had defiantly had worse before, and the Dursleys had never batted an eyelash to him, so why would they take him to the hospital now?
Thinking back to what had happened before he had gotten in this predicament he remembered that he was being punished, not the worst he had ever gotten, but one of them. Suddenly he stopped, but why don't I hurt? What happened, am I be dead?
He was disrupted from his thoughts when he felt movement at the bottom of the bed, looking down there was a big black bear-like doggy (. doggy) stretching slightly, then going back to sleep.
Harry could understand why there was a big dog at the bottom of his bed, or why for that matter he was in a bed, but he knew that what ever it could be it couldn't be good. Slowly dipping himself off his bed, even though when getting down he could barely reach the bottom.
He began to walk away from the bed and the animal he was sharing it with.
Feeling his way through the darkened room trying to get to the door and to his escape, it was clear thought that he could not see with his little hands gripping any thing he could get his hands on.
Absently he remembered that he needed his glasses, if the Dursleys found out that he lost them.... Well he didn't want to know just what they would do.
The glasses where new he only got them a month ago when the school nurse was getting curious why he still hadn't gotten glasses. Tip-toeing back over to the small bed side table he reached up for his glasses, he was really short, he tried to grab them but instead of reaching his target he knocked them off the table and they fell to the floor.
Now normally no one would hear that when they're sleeping, but the dog apparently heard him because his head shot up as he looked around groggily.
Little Harry took this chance to run out of the 'hospital' and tried to get as far away from the awakening dog on the bed.
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Sirius looked around as he was quickly awakened from slumber by a jarring noise from somewhere in the room. Looking around tiredly, through his groggy vision he saw a small shaking figure dash out the door.
Suddenly recognizing who that was he became wide awake. Turning back into a human he looked around trying to see if the small boy was still some where in the room.
Taking in the open door he came to the conclusion that he had gotten away, running out the door and looked around the hallways. He saw that he was nowhere in sight but he knew that the school was huge and the small boy could have gotten just about anywhere. He ran back into the room and frantically tossed floo powder into the fireplace.
He called out Albus' name, telling him everything, and telling him to alert all of the teachers.
With that he rushed out of the hospital wing and ran out to find his godson.
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Harry was getting very tired and he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to keep going but he kept pumping his little legs, still sure that some one or something was still following him.
Stopping his running he looked around to where he was now, he assumed that he was now some how underground or in a prison of some sort. The walls that were once well furnished, well kept, painted, and covered in photographs, where now they were stoned and wasting away.
Feeling the walls around him they were slightly damp and very cold, as well as the air was both cold and wet.
As he walked down the hallways he looked past each doorway into each room, most of them were full of old desks like the ones he saw in school, old tables, broken glass. Every one of them was covered in dust.
He reached the end of the hallway and in front of him was an old door, which unlike the other ones were made of old rotting wood. The door was also a little smaller then the rest and covered in damp dust making it almost completely hidden in the hallway.
Pushing the door open he walked in, he was greeted with vines every where, mold seemed to grow around making it look and smell like a thinned forest. Bill bowl like pots were every where (cauldrons) and it looked like an old planty classroom.
Walking around he observed every thing around the room, suddenly he heard a soft singing whisper,
"Oh come thou dear child, oh come thou with me, and for many a games I will play with thee."
The voice was high pitched and child like, and even though Harry had had a stilled childhood he was curious none the less. Walking around the room he searched for the source of the strange voice.
Before his search could go on any longer he heard a loud rhythm of footsteps coming down toward him. Backing up slowly thinking that it could be his uncle, now he was regretting leaving the bed, surely he would be punished for it.
The old wooded door he walked in was thrown open and a very tall man with extremely black greasy hair.
At least it wasn't his uncle but Harry could only assume that he was a vampire and that probably wasn't much better. Not knowing what else he could do, and cursing himself for not being stronger, he backed up even farther only to hit his back against the large bowl thing.
The extremely tall man continued to walk towards him, making Harry look around frantically looking for any mode of escape, finding none he just closed his eyes tightly willing and hoping to be some place else.
Not even a second later something popped up behind him and grabbed him by his waist and pulled him upward and into the cauldron.
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Severus was just a little pissed, first Albus came into his office when he was in the middle of a potion and told him that Black had lost his son, and then he was told that he had to go and look for him. On the way up Black ran frantically up to him and kept apologizing that Severus was afraid that if he didn't forgive him he'd never stop.Now he had spent the last hour and a half searching the dungeons on a wild goose chase, what had made them think that a little boy would go some place like the damp dark dungeons was beyond him.
He had finally found the boy in an old deserted class room that hadn't been used since the founders' times. He wondered why the boy was so terrified of him, he saw as he began to step closer his son began to back away.
When he hit a caldron Severus he would be able to get to him, but suddenly a pale green hand reached out and grabbed Harry but the waist and pulled him in.
Running forward he gazed into the caldron, inside was what looked to once be a human but skin had turned green, and the figure had looked to have been wasted away. Remembering what he had learned in school he figured that it must have been an Erkling, known for kidnapping children.
Momentarily he wondered what an Erkling was doing around here, forgetting just how old the classroom in was in could be.
Pulling out his wand he reached out and surprised the creature by pulling Harry out quickly by the arm and set a banishing charm on the creature.
Walking back out to the hallway he took this time to look over his son, the small green eyed child was shaking violently in his arms. Taking his hand he began to rub the sobbing child's back soothingly making the child's sobs turn to irregular breathing.
Severus began to walk back to his rooms, and then set the small infant in his privet room's bed. Caressing his son's raven hair and then moved down to stroke his small chubby cheek.
He slowly looked up as the fire in the fireplace came to life.
Sirius Black ran out rather quickly straight to Snape,
"Severus we think that maybe Harry got out to the Forbidden Forest; we have Filch trying to find the old Marauders map. We're al – wait what are you doing sitting in bed?"
Severus just smirked at the old mutt.
"What? Stop smirking at me! Hurry we have to find him..."
He trailed off as he looked at the little sleeping figure on the bed next to Snape.
Looking up at Severus smirking, annoyed face he began to walk closer to get a good look at his sleeping godson, he paused and began to dig in his pocket. Pulling out the black framed glasses that Harry had dropped in the hospital room.
Absently, and still staring at Harry, he handed the glasses to Severus, and then began to walk back to the fire place. Turning back around to face Severus he said off handedly,
"Well... I guess I should go tell the rest of them that... well you know,"
He flooed back to Dumbledore's office.
Severus took one last look at his son, shed his robe and went to the office's couch to try and get some sleep. Even though doubted that that night it would come as easily as he wished.
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Saving GraceAll of the world keeps going to fast
Caught up in the moment as it goes past
Wishing and hoping not caring the cost
Trying to escape but I seem to be lost
Sighs, regrets, don't know who I am
Trying to pretend but I don't give a damn
To others I'm deceitful a lying disgrace
And I may not be lost, but I can't find my place
All around still going, and passing me by
I'm stuck the same no matter how hard I try
As if I'm the same, ever and after
Where I cant feel the joy, can't feel the laughter
Scared of it all, afraid to go on
Don't know where to place or where to belong
I can't stand to retain the problems I face
But you could just say that I'm saving grace.
p.s I wrote this one to. .
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A/N Thanks for all the reviews and again thanks to ER Monkey for being my Beta Reader you're a big help!! Please Review for this chapter Authors always like to be encouraged. And I know that the Wolfsbane potion probably wasn't created yet but well its my story so that's how it is. I'm sorry if Severus is a little out of character but he really does care about Harry but you know he's the greasy potion master so he can't be all happy and fatherly right away so he'll be like this for a little bit. And I am sorry if Harry' a little OCC too and I guess I made him a little smart but I tried to make him innocent too. And at that age I wasn't entirely sure weather Harry had glasses yet but I looks so cute at that age and well the glasses make him seem a lot more innossent.
Also who do you think I should make Harry friends with? I'm planning to make up a character to be his friend as well but should I make him friends with Ron and Hermione or Draco or none of them. Personally I'm leaning toward Draco as like a small friend ship cause I don't really like Ron and Hermione but tell me what you think any ways cause it you like it a certain way then tell me. Also I am pretty sure what House I'll put him in but if you want to put your vote in please do that.
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