Chapter 2
In the morning Misty fed Harry and gave him a list of rules and chores.
Keep your room clean. Misty will not be cleaning it for you.
Do not disturb me unless absolutely necessary.
From what I've seen you have a knack for gardening. You will tend to my herb garden. The list of care instructions is with Misty.
You will study. When you have finished your schoolwork, you will give it to me to check over. If you need help, you are free to use my library.
You will also clean the library for me and you will not damage anything in this house.
If you do damage something, you will be punished.
After you have finished all of your work, you may have time to yourself to do with what you will. Within reason. I'll not have any of your escapades taking place in my house.
There is a book on glamours sitting on one of the tables somewhere in the library. Go through it and pick what you want to look like for your stay here. Misty will help you perform the needed spells. You aren't expected to do anything today but your schoolwork so find something reasonable to entertain yourself with.
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'That's all he expects me to do for the next month and a half?' Harry thought.
Harry shook his head and went to the library and found the book Snape had told him to use. He took it back to his room and sat in front of the mirror above the dresser. He flipped through the book trying to decide what he wanted to look like. He spent twenty minutes turning pages until he saw something that gave him an idea. An hour later he grinned at himself in the mirror and settled down to do his schoolwork.
Snape walked to Potter's room when he came home. He knocked and waited for Potter to call enter. When he did Snape walked in and his draw dropped.
Potter was sitting at his desk reading his History of Magic book. He had grown his hair down to his shoulders and made it a lot more tidy. The bridge of his glasses was now void of scotch tape. His eyes were more narrow but still the same shade of green, and his nose a little longer. His skin was several shades paler. His scar was gone.
"Potter can you tell my why you look like that?" Snape demanded.
"I thought it would be a good idea to look like you sir. I figured if one of your, um colleagues, came by and saw me by accident, then we could claim I was a distant relation come to stay with you for the summer," he answered.
"Was that as far as you got Potter?" Snape asked.
"Yes sir. I'm much better at making up lies as I go along. It's probably best if I don't think about it too much in advance. I'm likely to forget something," Potter replied.
"Hmph. That explains you horrifying lack of common sense on your adventures," Snape said, "Have you finished any of your work?"
"Yes sir," Potter handed him a few sheets of parchment.
"I'll see you at dinner Potter," Snape said and walked out.
In his study, Snape looked over Harry's work with a weird look on his face. He could find almost nothing wrong with any of it. It was almost as good as Granger's. He shook his head and put the work in his robes. Then he went down to dinner.
They were sitting in the dining room eating in silence. There was only the clang of silverware before Snape spoke up.
"So what did you do all day Potter?"
"I read sir," he answered.
"Is that all?" Snape asked.
"No, I also rummaged through your room and dyed all your clothing pink," he responded.
"You really have a smart mouth Potter. I hope you out grow that someday," Snape sighed.
"What, no scathing remark?" he smirked.
"At the moment no. I'm still in shock about how well you did on your schoolwork," Snape scoffed.
"Really? Now that's a shock to me sir," Harry said.
"As it should be too. Usually your work is atrocious. I had to cast a few charms to make sure it was yours," he said.
Harry smiled a little and continued eating. Snape stared at him again.
"What's your fascination with staring at me sir?" Harry asked.
Snape looked at his food and thought before he replied.
"Why, if you chose to look a little like me, did you change just what looked like your father? Why not change your eye color too?" he asked.
"That's none of your business sir," Harry answered.
"You asked why I stare at you. At the moment, that's why. You changed every feature that resembles your overbearing father, but you didn't change the one feature that resembles your mother. I want to know why," Snape said.
"Well a person can't know everything. Excuse me, I'm going to my room to finish my schoolwork," Harry got up to leave.
"Potter, take your finished work with you," Snape handed him the papers.
Harry saluted him and walked off.
'Another night lost in the contemplation of bloody Potter,' Snape thought.
'We were actually almost getting along at dinner tonight, and then I had to ask him about the damn glamour.'
'But damn it, why doesn't he just tell me the reason. And why the hell do I want to know so badly?' he demanded of himself.
He rested his elbows on his knees and stared off into space. He sat up as and idea occurred to him. When he thought he had everything worked out, he went to bed.