Fallen Tooth

A/N: So this fic features a Slytherin Harry Potter, a flirty Remus Lupin, a mortified Severus Snape, and precious Severitus moments. I warned you.


Severus was chatting (not really) with Lupin, who was flirting with him — him, the cave bat, HOW DARE HE — when there was a knock on the door and Severus escaped his pursuer with relief.

It was Harry. Severus was surprised. Harry was to be at one of his friends' homes for Christmas. Severus himself had only stayed because he had to provide that blasted potion for that blasted werewolf. But that was not the point now.

Harry was here. And he was rambling.

"Professor, you won't believe me but they took my tooth away! One of my front teeth had grown before the old one fell off and when I told them that, they literally pried off my tooth! Really! And now, where before I felt tooth, now all I can feel is emptiness, an empty void where there should a tooth! And they—"

Severus snapped out of his shock and cut in. "Who pried away your precious teeth and why?" he asked.

Harry tilted his head to the left. "Which to answer first?"

"Who?" Severus repeated patiently. He should be rewarded for putting up with teenager nonsense, really.

"The Grangers, of course. They—"

"The Gryffindor girl?" Severus interrupted again.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry replied absently. "So, when I told them, Mrs. Granger said," and he took on a high voice, " 'Not to worry, Harry dear, I'll solve this in just a moment.' And then she just pried my tooth away with a pliers or something like that and now all I can feel is an empty—"

" —Void where there should be a tooth, you mentioned. Now, Harry, answer me. Are you in great pain?"

"Oh, no, Hermione put a numbing charm on my missing tooth so I wouldn't feel pain." He scoffed at that and Severus found himself doing the same. Harry had gone through much more pain than a pried-off tooth, however much Severus might dislike that.

He sighed. "Harry, I've got a guest in my office right now, Profes—"

"Oh alright, I'll just come bother you sometime later, then," Harry said cheerfully.

"Mr. Potter, proceed to your common room now or you'll be facing detention," Severus threatened.

The boy's face brightened and he asked, "Oh, will we be brewing?"

"No. You will be cleaning cauldrons and the awards too, and also sorting through usable and unusable potion ingredients. All with magic," he added. Charms wasn't Harry's best subject and everyone knew it.

The young boy groaned. "Fiiine," he subsided. "I'll go, but I'll return later to mourn my fallen tooth. We shall have a funeral," the boy declared and Severus almost face-palmed.

"Harry, go bother Mr. Zabini."

Harry's face lit up again. "Oh, good idea! Blaise doesn't like to be bothered. Bye, Professor. See you later!"

And only after he was gone did Severus remember that he had one (1) Professor R J Lupin in his office, and he was mortified but soon became resigned to his terrible fate and returned to the man to deflect more flirting.

He hoped the Marauder didn't hear any of his conversation with Harry, or he would be in for terrible teasing about how he was going soft for weeks to come.