A/N: One of my reviewers pointed out that there is no Thanksgiving in
Britain. I have to say thank you, and explain that when you live in
America, you forget that things are different somewhere else. I guess I
always thought there would be Thanksgiving in Britain, but there really is
no need for one.
All the same, thanks to everyone who reviewed!
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Harry slowly made his way up to Gryffindor Tower. He knew everyone else was likely to be on their way to dinner shortly, so he had to hurry. Once he got into the dormitory, he grabbed a towel and a change of clothes. He decided he didn't really want to wear his robes, especially since it was the end of the week. Instead, he put on the only Muggle clothing that fit him properly, a pair of blue jeans and an orange and blue shirt he got from his old Muggle school. After drying his hair, he went downstairs to join everyone else for dinner.
He realized his mistake in attire when he walked into the Hall. When the students saw him, they ceased all talking and stared for a few moments. Harry stood in the doorway for a moment, until he felt the presence of someone behind him.
"Mr. Potter."
He felt the blood leave his face as he heard the deadly silky voice of the Potions Master behind him. He turned slowly to face his teacher, who raised both eyebrows as he took in Harry's outfit.
"I guess I'm not the only fan of particular teams who wear orange and blue, Albus." Severus said, and Dumbledore smiled. "And may I also add that I'm not the only one who decided not to wear robes but Muggle attire instead?" He grinned slightly at Harry, who was feeling a little nervous, and motioned for him to sit.
"Hey, mate," Ron greeted him as he sat down. "What's with the orange and blue?"
"I can't help it," Harry answered. "I liked the colors of my school and when they were giving the shits away, I grabbed one."
Conversations began to fill the Hall as the meal proceeded. Harry looked up at the Table and caught Severus' eye. He made it clear that he was actually eating this time, and Severus smiled slightly.
"I gather that you're alright after that accident in Potions, Harry?" Hermione said through mashed potatoes.
"Yes, Mione."
"You want to play chess when we get back to the common room?" Ron asked, sounding eager. "Hermione isn't all that great, and she doesn't want to play as much."
"No thanks, Ron." Harry said, looking at his barely eaten food. "I've got Potions homework, plus that essay for McGonagall."
"There is no homework for Potions, Harry," said Hermione so sharply that both the Hufflepuffs and the other Gryffindors stopped eating and talking to look at them. "And we already handed in that essay."
"I didn't."
"Yes, you did, because I gave it to her." She said, exasperated. "Come on, Harry. Why have you been so reclusive lately?"
"Yeah, how come you don't hang out with us anymore?" Ron added loudly. "You're always hanging around with Snape."
"What's up with that? I thought you hated him." Hermione said, before Ron cut her off.
"And what are those nightmares about that you've been having? You've been having some strange and painful sounding ones since the term began."
By now, the entire Hall's attention was once again on Harry. He continued to stare at his plate, toying with his food and not answering.
"And why don't you eat that much anymore?" Hermione asked. "Don't tell us you have, because I know the truth."
Harry raised his head and locked eyes with Severus, who had a strange look on his face. He shook his head in frustration.
"You haven't been down here to do more than play with your food, run back upstairs and lock yourself in the dorm. What are you trying to do, Harry? Kill yourself?"
He'd had enough by this point. His fork clattered on the table.
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Severus could tell beforehand that things weren't going too well in paradise over at the Gryffindor table, just by the look on Harry's face. But he didn't expect things to go as out of control as they did.
He could tell Harry'd had it. The sound of a fork clattering echoed throughout the Hall.
"Maybe," He began in a low, deadly voice, "I'm not hungry. Maybe, I don't feel like being around people. Especially not people who keep pestering me with questions."
"Well, maybe, if you'd act normally instead of like a complete stranger, we wouldn't pester you with questions." Hermione responded acidly. Ron nodded. "And you shouldn't-" But Harry sent them both a look that would kill Malfoy on the spot if it could.
"As for my nightmares, they're not important enough to share. And as far as my association with Snape, who the hell gives a damn?" Everyone gasped, including Severus. Harry's voice was so cold and characteristic of Severus that Ron and Hermione's faces paled drastically. "At least he isn't on my back day in and day out. He's the only one I know who doesn't consider me to be some arrogant, stuck up hero, or should I say, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To- Save-Our-Pathetic-Asses-From-Voldemort!" At the mention of Voldemort's name, everyone gasped again, but he really didn't care.
"So why don't you stop worrying about me and leave me alone. I'm not a baby; I can take care of myself," he hissed. Then he got up and stalked to Severus' seat.
"Can we talk?"
Severus was still in shock, but he pulled himself together enough to nod and leave with Harry.
Halfway through the dungeons, Severus stopped Harry. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry said. "Why?"
"Because I think you shocked the hell out of everyone in that Hall," he responded as they continued walking.
"I probably made a few enemies, come to thing of it," Harry said, his voice slowly losing the quality it had when he was telling off his friends. "But I'm glad I did it. Maybe now someone will listen to me."
Severus grinned. "I don't know. I thought Albus's beard was going to drill a hole through the floor, and Minerva looked like she was having a coronary."
Harry laughed as they entered Severus' office.
"On a more serious note, I could've sworn I was looking in the mirror." He pointed out. "You sounded so much like me when I'm angry enough to kill, I was floored."
"I could tell," Harry said, sounding like himself again. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry.
"You're not upset about earlier, are you?" He asked quietly.
"Why would I be?" Harry laughed. "Knowing me, I might have mentioned it during my fit of rage." He looked up at Severus, who turned his head so their eyes could meet.
"I guess you're right, again," he said.
"Good. Let it stay that way."
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I have no idea how long that took, but it sure was tiring! I do hope that Harry's anger fit was satisfactory, along with the rest of the chappie. This story has become one of those spur of the moment ones that are hard to plan outside of the timeline I've created. Please let me know if there's anything you'd like to see in the future.
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Harry slowly made his way up to Gryffindor Tower. He knew everyone else was likely to be on their way to dinner shortly, so he had to hurry. Once he got into the dormitory, he grabbed a towel and a change of clothes. He decided he didn't really want to wear his robes, especially since it was the end of the week. Instead, he put on the only Muggle clothing that fit him properly, a pair of blue jeans and an orange and blue shirt he got from his old Muggle school. After drying his hair, he went downstairs to join everyone else for dinner.
He realized his mistake in attire when he walked into the Hall. When the students saw him, they ceased all talking and stared for a few moments. Harry stood in the doorway for a moment, until he felt the presence of someone behind him.
"Mr. Potter."
He felt the blood leave his face as he heard the deadly silky voice of the Potions Master behind him. He turned slowly to face his teacher, who raised both eyebrows as he took in Harry's outfit.
"I guess I'm not the only fan of particular teams who wear orange and blue, Albus." Severus said, and Dumbledore smiled. "And may I also add that I'm not the only one who decided not to wear robes but Muggle attire instead?" He grinned slightly at Harry, who was feeling a little nervous, and motioned for him to sit.
"Hey, mate," Ron greeted him as he sat down. "What's with the orange and blue?"
"I can't help it," Harry answered. "I liked the colors of my school and when they were giving the shits away, I grabbed one."
Conversations began to fill the Hall as the meal proceeded. Harry looked up at the Table and caught Severus' eye. He made it clear that he was actually eating this time, and Severus smiled slightly.
"I gather that you're alright after that accident in Potions, Harry?" Hermione said through mashed potatoes.
"Yes, Mione."
"You want to play chess when we get back to the common room?" Ron asked, sounding eager. "Hermione isn't all that great, and she doesn't want to play as much."
"No thanks, Ron." Harry said, looking at his barely eaten food. "I've got Potions homework, plus that essay for McGonagall."
"There is no homework for Potions, Harry," said Hermione so sharply that both the Hufflepuffs and the other Gryffindors stopped eating and talking to look at them. "And we already handed in that essay."
"I didn't."
"Yes, you did, because I gave it to her." She said, exasperated. "Come on, Harry. Why have you been so reclusive lately?"
"Yeah, how come you don't hang out with us anymore?" Ron added loudly. "You're always hanging around with Snape."
"What's up with that? I thought you hated him." Hermione said, before Ron cut her off.
"And what are those nightmares about that you've been having? You've been having some strange and painful sounding ones since the term began."
By now, the entire Hall's attention was once again on Harry. He continued to stare at his plate, toying with his food and not answering.
"And why don't you eat that much anymore?" Hermione asked. "Don't tell us you have, because I know the truth."
Harry raised his head and locked eyes with Severus, who had a strange look on his face. He shook his head in frustration.
"You haven't been down here to do more than play with your food, run back upstairs and lock yourself in the dorm. What are you trying to do, Harry? Kill yourself?"
He'd had enough by this point. His fork clattered on the table.
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Severus could tell beforehand that things weren't going too well in paradise over at the Gryffindor table, just by the look on Harry's face. But he didn't expect things to go as out of control as they did.
He could tell Harry'd had it. The sound of a fork clattering echoed throughout the Hall.
"Maybe," He began in a low, deadly voice, "I'm not hungry. Maybe, I don't feel like being around people. Especially not people who keep pestering me with questions."
"Well, maybe, if you'd act normally instead of like a complete stranger, we wouldn't pester you with questions." Hermione responded acidly. Ron nodded. "And you shouldn't-" But Harry sent them both a look that would kill Malfoy on the spot if it could.
"As for my nightmares, they're not important enough to share. And as far as my association with Snape, who the hell gives a damn?" Everyone gasped, including Severus. Harry's voice was so cold and characteristic of Severus that Ron and Hermione's faces paled drastically. "At least he isn't on my back day in and day out. He's the only one I know who doesn't consider me to be some arrogant, stuck up hero, or should I say, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To- Save-Our-Pathetic-Asses-From-Voldemort!" At the mention of Voldemort's name, everyone gasped again, but he really didn't care.
"So why don't you stop worrying about me and leave me alone. I'm not a baby; I can take care of myself," he hissed. Then he got up and stalked to Severus' seat.
"Can we talk?"
Severus was still in shock, but he pulled himself together enough to nod and leave with Harry.
Halfway through the dungeons, Severus stopped Harry. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry said. "Why?"
"Because I think you shocked the hell out of everyone in that Hall," he responded as they continued walking.
"I probably made a few enemies, come to thing of it," Harry said, his voice slowly losing the quality it had when he was telling off his friends. "But I'm glad I did it. Maybe now someone will listen to me."
Severus grinned. "I don't know. I thought Albus's beard was going to drill a hole through the floor, and Minerva looked like she was having a coronary."
Harry laughed as they entered Severus' office.
"On a more serious note, I could've sworn I was looking in the mirror." He pointed out. "You sounded so much like me when I'm angry enough to kill, I was floored."
"I could tell," Harry said, sounding like himself again. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry.
"You're not upset about earlier, are you?" He asked quietly.
"Why would I be?" Harry laughed. "Knowing me, I might have mentioned it during my fit of rage." He looked up at Severus, who turned his head so their eyes could meet.
"I guess you're right, again," he said.
"Good. Let it stay that way."
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I have no idea how long that took, but it sure was tiring! I do hope that Harry's anger fit was satisfactory, along with the rest of the chappie. This story has become one of those spur of the moment ones that are hard to plan outside of the timeline I've created. Please let me know if there's anything you'd like to see in the future.