Warning, there is a lemon involving Harry and Snape but it is not what you're thinking;)


AN: This is a short chapter but I hope you enjoy.


Potion Master's Office, Hogwarts, 9/25/1995, 02:39

Harry carefully cracked the wards over his head of house's office, making sure that he didn't trip any alert wards in the process.

He had pondered how best to deal with Snape and had determined that a message was needed. To that end, he was paying his professor a visit.

Harry was certain that the man would think twice about informing his mother about his activities at school after tonight.

Harry beamed when he heard the lock click when he succeeded in dropping Snape's wards. He gently pushed open the door and stepped inside, having to light his wand tip to see as the office was pitch-black.

Harry swept across the room to the door leading to Snape's quarters and began the process of deactivating Snape's alert wards again. It didn't take long to crack these wards as there was only a simple alert ward on the door.

Harry silenced the door handle and then pushed the door open. A soft snoring filled the room which surprised Harry greatly considering how oddly shaped the man's nose was. Pushing that thought from his mind, Harry crept over to the bed and Vanished Snape's bed hangings finding his professor sleeping on his right side so that he faced the door.

With a flick of his wand, Harry cast a spell to immobilize his professor before picking up Snape's wand and muttering diffindo while aiming Snapep's wand at its owner's cheek.

Snape's eyes shot open as he hissed in pain from the gash that formed on his cheek.

"You are trying my patience, Snape," Harry said as he reached into his pocket and removed a lemon.

"Potter, what is the meaning of this?!" Snape hissed when he tried to move only to realize his body was paralysed.

"You've been tattling on me to my mother, Severus," Harry said as he used Snape's wand to cut a wedge out of the lemon.

"Release me!" Snape hissed in fury as Harry leaned over him.

"But Professor, you're hurt," Harry said in faux concern as he squeezed the lemon over the wound and watched with a vicious grin as the juice entered the cut, some of it running into Snape's eye.

"FUCK!" Snape bellowed as the lemon juice did its work.

"Lemon juice is a natural antiseptic but the acidity causes some... discomfort," Harry said conversationally as Snape shook his head wildly trying to relieve the stinging caused by the citric acid.

"I'll see you expelled for this Potter," Snape seethed.

"I don't think so," Harry chuckled as he cast a spell that caused a gash right below Snape's eye and then cut off a second lemon wedge.

"You're attacking a professor," Snape exclaimed as his blood began to flow into his bloodshot black eyes.

"If I think you're going to say anything, no one will ever see you again, Severus," Harry said coldly before squeezing lemon juice into the fresh cut.

"Dammit, what do you want!" Snape hissed as the lemon juice burned into his cut.

"An oath that you will not report anything else concerning me to my mother or pass information about me to her by any means," Harry said cheerfully as he cast an episkey on the wounds causing Snape's skin to heal back good as new.

"Otherwise this can go on all night and if you still refuse, I'll have my house elf drop you off in the acromsntuls colony.

Truthfully, Harry wished he could use something a bit more painful to speed things along but there were wards over the castle that would alert the headmaster if any dark magic was cast inside the school.

If Snape wasn't receptive to this method he would be forced to use other methods that were popular in muggle interrogations.

"I can't believe you actually think I would do what you want by threatening me with fruit," Snape sneered though his voice was much higher than normal.

"Oh I have more in mind than just dripping lemon juice on open wounds," Harry smirked as he pointed Snape's wand at its owner's eyes and incanted, "scourgify."

Snape's screams were almost blood-curdling as the spell that was designed to cause soap suds hit him in the eye and seep up under the lids.

"You're a monster!" Snape shrieked as his eye burned like fire and watered painfully.

"I have to be creative, the school wards are very troublesome for this type of thing," Harry chuckled as pointed his wand at Snape's other eye.

"Scourgify."

Snape's screams were music to Harry's ears and he half hoped that Snape held out for a while. The bastard had been a thorn in his side for years and this was quite therapeutic to cause the man a bit of pain.


Snape did hold out longer than Harry expected and he had been forced to resort to muggle means to make the potion master suffer.

Harr had cast a spell that turned the tip of Snape's wand into a glowing ember similar to a lit cigarette and pressed it to Snape's forearms arms.

He had broken fingers and then healed them with a spell that hurt much worse than the original injury.

Harry had made cuts over Snape's the back of Snape's neck and pressed salt into the cuts and then followed that with more lemon juice.

He was currently using a technique where he placed a cloth over Snape's nose and mouth and then cast a powerful aguamenti charm over the cloth.

This particular method was very effective, Snape had hastily complied after the fifth application of waterboarding.

Truthfully, Snape was ready to comply after the third application of the water but Harry was enjoying himself a bit.

"Okay *cough* I'll do it *cough* just please *cough* stop," Severus gasped as he coughed up large lungfuls of water, soaking the bed he was laying on.

"I thought you would see it my way. Now be very specific in your oath or I will gladly pick up where we left off. Next up will be fingernail pulling," Harry warned as he pointed his own wand at Snape's face.

Once he got a shaky nod from Snape, Harry placed Snape's wand back into his limp hand, taking care to point the wand away from him.

"I Severus Tobias Snape, do hereby swear on my life and magic that I will not report anything about Harry James Potter to Lily Evans Potter through word or deed. Further, I will not write, or coerce others to try and circumvent my oath in any way, this I swear," Snape exclaimed, causing a flash of bright-white light to flash from the tip of his wand, signalling that the oath was accepted.

"Somnus," Harry incanted and was rewarded when Snape fell into a deep sleep and began snoring loudly.

Plucking Snape's wand out of his limp hand, Harry began the process of cleaning up the room before casting a tongue-tying curse over Snape that was tied to his oath before obiliviating all of the man's memory of their... conversation tonight.

After he was satisfied that Snape looked the same way as he did when Harry arrived, Harry canceled the paralysis curse and set Snape's wand back on the night table.

As he stepped out of the room, Harry reset the wards over Snape's quarters And did the same for the office door.

As Harry slipped out into the dungeon corridor, he couldn't help feeling very pleased with what he'd accomplished tonight.

Gryffindor Table, 09/25/1995, 07:38

Draco sat at the table enjoying a rare moment of quiet as Ron and Hermione were running a bit behind this morning.

His moment of peaceful bliss with the arrival of his two friends, as was usually the case.

"So what did you overhear last night?" Ron asked as soon as he and Hermione took a seat across from him.

"Potter is taking her to Hogsmeade this Saturday," Draco answered, ignoring the scowl that crossed Hermione's face at his statement.

"Bloody hell, I think she is starting to really fancy him," Ron muttered worriedly.

"Yeah, I think the feeling is mutual. He gave her a bloody Firebolt," Draco snorted.

"Can we please talk about something else?" Hermione huffed, sounding very annoyed.

"Granger, you need to get a handle on your infatuation with Potter, nothing is going to come of it," Neville said from his place two seats down.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Neville," Hermione said stubbornly.

"His mother would murder your whole family before she would let him get involved with a muggleborn. Stay away from him, it will only cause you problems if you keep this up," Neville warned.

"So have your parents found out about this yet?" Draco asked Ron before Hermione could argue.

"Yes, they have. Mum's having kittens over Ginny messing about with a Potter," Ron scowled.

"I imagine James will approach Lord Prewitt at the Halloween ball," Neville predicted.

"Bloody hell, why could he have gone after one of those creepy little LeStrange twins," Ron scowled.

"Can't say I blame him there. I'd take Ginny over either of my cousins in a heartbeat," Draco sniggered.

"So would I," Neville agreed, ignoring the scowl Ron shot his way.

"Well on the upside, we can get out of the school in a few days," Draco said having gotten tired of talking about Harry Potter.

"Speak for yourself, I am not letting those two out of my sight," Ron said stubbornly.

"And you wonder why I never hang out with you three. You lot have got to be the nosiest people I have ever met in my life," Neville exclaimed before turning to talk to Seamus.

Draco shot Neville a look of annoyance before going back to his breakfast

He was already far less excited for the coming Hogsmeade trip as it would just be another one of their pointless stakeouts.

"I really hate my life," Draco thought sullenly as he tuned out Ron and Hermione's bickering.

Slytherin Table

Harry entered the hall with Daphne and he was pleased to see that Snape was sitting in his usual spot and didn't seem to be any the wiser about their... conversation last night.

If Harry had done things correctly, Snape wouldn't even know he had sworn an oath. The oath was still in effect he just wouldn't remember giving it.

Harry had been considerate enough to place a tongue-tying curse that was tied to the oath. This meant that Snape couldn't accidentally trigger the consequences for violating the oath.

The tongue-tying curse would certainly raise a lot of questions the next time he tried to report on Harry but there was nothing to be done about that.

The memories of Snape giving the oath and the prior memories of what motivated him to give said oath were erased, there would be no recovering them.

"So how did things go last night?" Daphne asked after they had taken their seats at the Slytherin table.

"Everything went to plan, I was actually a bit impressed by the man's fortitude if I'm being honest," Harry chuckled as he poured himself some tea.

"How far into the muggle interrogation techniques did you go?" Daphne asked curiously.

"I was just about ready to start pulling fingernails," Harry admitted before sipping his tea.

"That far?" Daphne asked in surprise.

"Yep, lemon juice, salt, and cigarette burns. Hell I even broke four of his fingers and used that medieval spell to fix them and he still wouldn't break," Harry admitted.

"Well you got the job done, that's all that matters," Daphne said reasonably.

"Agreed, so any gossip I should be made aware of?" Harry asked.

"Hogsmeade this Saturday and I think that my sister is developing a crush on Draco Malfoy," Daphne shrugged.

"You can't be serious?" Harry snorted already knowing that Daphne would be obsessing about this.

"Unfortunately, I am," Daphne sighed as she gestured to her sister who kept glancing at where Draco was sitting at the Gryffindor table.

"I hope it's Malfoy that she fancies," Harry sniggered as he filled his plate with bacon and eggs.

"Why is that?" Daphne asked in confusion.

"Because the alternative is that she is staring at Ron 'the pig' Weasley with big doe eyes," Harry smirked, causing Daphne to pale at the implications.

"It has to be Draco," Daphne muttered, more to herself than Harry.

"If it is Weasley, I will put a stop to it myself," Harry said firmly.

"No, she's my sister. I'll be the one kicking the weasel," Daphne said flatly, a dark look crossing her features.

"If you're sure," Harry said, finding the look on her face very appealing.

"I am. Though while we're speaking of Weasleys, how was your evening with the Weasley girl?" Daphne asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

"It went well, we flew for a bit and then she coerced me into giving her a massage before I walked her to her dorms," Harry shrugged before taking a bite of his bacon.

"Yes, I remember those messages," Daphne said, her cheeks turning pink at the memory.

"I have been told that I have magic fingers," Harry smirked.

"So how is your pet handling your interest in the Weasley girl?" Daphne asked, rolling her eyes at his last comment.

"Luna understands my circumstances and encourages me to pursue Ginevra," Harry shrugged.

"Hm, as long as you stay away from the mudblood then you're mother will be pleased about the arrangement," Daphne said, giving him an approving look.

"Yes, well I have no interest in talking about pleasing my mother," Harry said, shuddering involuntarily when the memory of his last meeting with his mother flashed across his mind's eye.

"Very well, so how come I never get those massages of yours anymore?" Daphne smirked.

"Longbottom wouldn't approve and what is it you always say? Ah yes, it's highly improper," Harry answered before going back to his breakfast.

"I hate when you use my own words against me," Daphne huffed before focusing on her breakfast before the bell rang.

"I know you do," Harry beamed as the post arrived and Daphne used her paper as an excuse to ignore Harry until the bell rang.

It was very hard to annoy Daphne but every so often, Harry managed to get under her skin and he always counted those rare occasions as a victory.