Chapter 2
Gandalf looked in to the Mirror of Galadriel, given to him by the fair lady, so he could watch over his family in another time and dimension and to watch over the remaining members of the Fellowship in Middle Earth.
The silvery water rippled and whirled and images began to form on its surface, the first image that was to come in to full being was his brother, comforting a dark haired man that was tainted with a branded evil that was not of his own being but placed in his being, crying into his brothers chest letting out all of the woe that was trapped in side the dark man.
The image then changed to the sleeping form of a young boy with dark hair and a lightning bolt scar over his right eye in his forehead, this boy was in pain, that was sure, the pain of self infliction, the pain of being alone, pain of never being loved, pain of never being who he wants to be and a great responsibility lain on his small shoulders that should not be there but on another's.
Waving an aged hand over the water the scene changed to one of Middle- Earth, in Gondor where the king and his fellow friends eagerly await the next great adventure, one that will give as well as receive.
At that currant moment Legolas was in Gimli's room explaining to the Dwarf what was about to come and what may be and to be prepared for the journey.
May haps Merry and Pippin would like to perhaps join the three on their journey to a new world, learn something instead of doing nothing in Hobbiton.
Gandalf pulled a pocked watch from the vast expanse of his robes and looked at it carefully, Twelve hands pass the hour, wonderful. There is more than enough to go Dream Walk the dreams of the Hobbits and bring them to Gondor the quickest way possible and then get them all to my brother. he thought as he walked through the halls to the front door, picking up his staff as he went by and headed to Hobbiton on the back of Shadow-Fax.
Darkness became shadow and alertness whilst Harry had come to his waking senses and recognized the place around him.
'Bloody hell they found me near Treebeard. Most probably took my bloody scotch as well, bloody gits
Bloody interfering old man interfering in my life, MY life not his that's he's fucking with. What I have become is all his fault and what I am becoming will be his fault as well,' Harry thought as he came back to full awareness, his sense of smell taking in the smell of the Hospital Wing, one thing that he didn't understand was why the Hospital Wing, a magical hospital wing, always smells of antiseptic just like Muggle Hospitals.
'Something to ask Madam Pomfrey when I feel like talking to someone, of course I'm not talking to her either for making me feel better, I don't want to be better I want to be me.' He sighed as he slowly opened his eyes; the lights were not blinding him as they usually did having been dimmed probably because it was still rather early.
"Good Morning Harry." Came a soft voice for a chair on the left hand side next to his bed, but all Harry could see was a big black blur.
"Could I please be handed my glasses?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Of course." The figure replied moving his body weight to the bedside table a long arm reaching for his glasses and pressed them into the boy's hand.
"Thanks." Harry replied grasping the glasses in his hand tightly before placing them on the bridge of his nose and blinking his eyes a few times to see out of the lenses, looking at the blur now in solid form.
' That's better,' he thought as he blinked a couple more times after that to get a clear picture of his guest's face, only to let out a strangled gasp at who was sitting as his bed side looking as though he hadn't had a wink of sleep all night.
"Professor Snape?!"
' There is no way, no how that the man next to me is here, what would he care if anything happened to me. The only time that he would care is if Dumbledore spoke to him and made him do this.'
"Welcome back to the land of the living Mr. Potter." Snape replied to Harry's gasp of shock.
"What are you doing here Snape?"
Snape sighed at the boy in the bed and put his face into his hands, tired and scared of what the reactions would be, "I am here Harry, at the Headmasters behest." Snape began, "What the Headmaster requested I to be your mentor by taking you under my care for as long as it is necessary for your 'condition' to improve."
Harry looked down at his clenched fists, his anger getting the better of him as he sat there thinking of what Snape had just told him,
'Bloody Hell! What the hell does Dumbledore think he's doing by giving me Snape as a mentor? Why did it have to be Snape of all people that had to do it.' Harry heard Snape sigh heavily as though he had been through an emotional breakdown.
"You're probably wondering what Dumbledore was thinking when he gave the responsibility to me, aren't you?" Harry nodded, "I have been asked by the Headmaster to provide you with apart of my personal history, hopefully giving you some insight of what I am like and what I am willing to help you with.
But this is a conversation best left for a more comfortable settlement than the Hospital Wing, so if you could please follow me?"
"Of course Sir." Harry said, his voice in monotone as he moved himself around the bed to place his feet on the floor, only to snap them up off the floor after feeling how cold the floors were.
"You'd think that they'd put heating charms on the floor wouldn't you." Harry grumbled as he pulled on his shoes and socks so he could follow his potions professor.
Snape chuckled lightly so as though Harry couldn't hear it at the comment he made about the floors of the school thinking about that in deeper thought while Harry finished getting his shoes on.
"I'm ready to go Sir."
"Then please follow me and keep up once we get to the dungeons, a certain pace must be taken otherwise you would not be able to enter the lower parts of the dungeons." Snape explained.
Harry looked at Snape curiously as he explained that, seeing the look Snape sighed and replied, "I will explain once we get to my private quarters, you belongings have been placed in the guest room already."
"Old bastard moves fast." Harry grumbled under his breath.
This time when Snape chuckled Harry heard it, "you have no idea how right you are about that Harry, no idea at all."
"So I have to live with you for the rest of the summer?"
"Yes and I'm afraid that is not all either, you'll be remaining with me until the Headmaster declares you mentally able to be put back with your peers in the Gryffindor Dorms." Snape explained
Harry looked at Snape in shock at that bit of information, "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm afraid not Harry, but we'll talk more once we reach my rooms. I can answer all your questions there." Snape explained as he rushed faster down the halls into the dark, dank and dreary dungeons.
Up in the Headmasters office, Poppy and Dumbledore watched over the proceedings between Harry and Severus.
"Is this really a good idea Albus?"
"This is the only thing that I can think of with out actually sending him to St. Mungos Poppy, you and I both know that Harry would forever hate us for that." Dumbledore explained to the matron.
Poppy sighed, knowing that Dumbledore had a point that she could not argue with.
"Do you really think that it is a good idea for Severus to tell Harry about his past Albus?" Poppy questioned, "This could be what completely breaks him."
Dumbledore sighed heavily, looking older than he has in many years, "I know this Poppy, but maybe this is also what Severus needs to get over a loss he had no hand in and a new beginning with Harry. This is the best for both of them though it may take some time for them to see that."
Poppy sighed and shook her head at the Headmasters warped logic and finished off her tea, "I think that it is time for us to get down to breakfast and explain why Harry and Severus are not there."
"You are right of course Poppy, please lead the way." Dumbledore said standing and helping the matron from her chair.
"But what are you going to tell them Albus?"
"That Harry needs the extra tutoring in Potions, since that is exactly what he needs and that Severus would be the best to protect him." He explained as he opened his office doors with a wave of his hand.
Gandalf looked in to the Mirror of Galadriel, given to him by the fair lady, so he could watch over his family in another time and dimension and to watch over the remaining members of the Fellowship in Middle Earth.
The silvery water rippled and whirled and images began to form on its surface, the first image that was to come in to full being was his brother, comforting a dark haired man that was tainted with a branded evil that was not of his own being but placed in his being, crying into his brothers chest letting out all of the woe that was trapped in side the dark man.
The image then changed to the sleeping form of a young boy with dark hair and a lightning bolt scar over his right eye in his forehead, this boy was in pain, that was sure, the pain of self infliction, the pain of being alone, pain of never being loved, pain of never being who he wants to be and a great responsibility lain on his small shoulders that should not be there but on another's.
Waving an aged hand over the water the scene changed to one of Middle- Earth, in Gondor where the king and his fellow friends eagerly await the next great adventure, one that will give as well as receive.
At that currant moment Legolas was in Gimli's room explaining to the Dwarf what was about to come and what may be and to be prepared for the journey.
May haps Merry and Pippin would like to perhaps join the three on their journey to a new world, learn something instead of doing nothing in Hobbiton.
Gandalf pulled a pocked watch from the vast expanse of his robes and looked at it carefully, Twelve hands pass the hour, wonderful. There is more than enough to go Dream Walk the dreams of the Hobbits and bring them to Gondor the quickest way possible and then get them all to my brother. he thought as he walked through the halls to the front door, picking up his staff as he went by and headed to Hobbiton on the back of Shadow-Fax.
Darkness became shadow and alertness whilst Harry had come to his waking senses and recognized the place around him.
'Bloody hell they found me near Treebeard. Most probably took my bloody scotch as well, bloody gits
Bloody interfering old man interfering in my life, MY life not his that's he's fucking with. What I have become is all his fault and what I am becoming will be his fault as well,' Harry thought as he came back to full awareness, his sense of smell taking in the smell of the Hospital Wing, one thing that he didn't understand was why the Hospital Wing, a magical hospital wing, always smells of antiseptic just like Muggle Hospitals.
'Something to ask Madam Pomfrey when I feel like talking to someone, of course I'm not talking to her either for making me feel better, I don't want to be better I want to be me.' He sighed as he slowly opened his eyes; the lights were not blinding him as they usually did having been dimmed probably because it was still rather early.
"Good Morning Harry." Came a soft voice for a chair on the left hand side next to his bed, but all Harry could see was a big black blur.
"Could I please be handed my glasses?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Of course." The figure replied moving his body weight to the bedside table a long arm reaching for his glasses and pressed them into the boy's hand.
"Thanks." Harry replied grasping the glasses in his hand tightly before placing them on the bridge of his nose and blinking his eyes a few times to see out of the lenses, looking at the blur now in solid form.
' That's better,' he thought as he blinked a couple more times after that to get a clear picture of his guest's face, only to let out a strangled gasp at who was sitting as his bed side looking as though he hadn't had a wink of sleep all night.
"Professor Snape?!"
' There is no way, no how that the man next to me is here, what would he care if anything happened to me. The only time that he would care is if Dumbledore spoke to him and made him do this.'
"Welcome back to the land of the living Mr. Potter." Snape replied to Harry's gasp of shock.
"What are you doing here Snape?"
Snape sighed at the boy in the bed and put his face into his hands, tired and scared of what the reactions would be, "I am here Harry, at the Headmasters behest." Snape began, "What the Headmaster requested I to be your mentor by taking you under my care for as long as it is necessary for your 'condition' to improve."
Harry looked down at his clenched fists, his anger getting the better of him as he sat there thinking of what Snape had just told him,
'Bloody Hell! What the hell does Dumbledore think he's doing by giving me Snape as a mentor? Why did it have to be Snape of all people that had to do it.' Harry heard Snape sigh heavily as though he had been through an emotional breakdown.
"You're probably wondering what Dumbledore was thinking when he gave the responsibility to me, aren't you?" Harry nodded, "I have been asked by the Headmaster to provide you with apart of my personal history, hopefully giving you some insight of what I am like and what I am willing to help you with.
But this is a conversation best left for a more comfortable settlement than the Hospital Wing, so if you could please follow me?"
"Of course Sir." Harry said, his voice in monotone as he moved himself around the bed to place his feet on the floor, only to snap them up off the floor after feeling how cold the floors were.
"You'd think that they'd put heating charms on the floor wouldn't you." Harry grumbled as he pulled on his shoes and socks so he could follow his potions professor.
Snape chuckled lightly so as though Harry couldn't hear it at the comment he made about the floors of the school thinking about that in deeper thought while Harry finished getting his shoes on.
"I'm ready to go Sir."
"Then please follow me and keep up once we get to the dungeons, a certain pace must be taken otherwise you would not be able to enter the lower parts of the dungeons." Snape explained.
Harry looked at Snape curiously as he explained that, seeing the look Snape sighed and replied, "I will explain once we get to my private quarters, you belongings have been placed in the guest room already."
"Old bastard moves fast." Harry grumbled under his breath.
This time when Snape chuckled Harry heard it, "you have no idea how right you are about that Harry, no idea at all."
"So I have to live with you for the rest of the summer?"
"Yes and I'm afraid that is not all either, you'll be remaining with me until the Headmaster declares you mentally able to be put back with your peers in the Gryffindor Dorms." Snape explained
Harry looked at Snape in shock at that bit of information, "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm afraid not Harry, but we'll talk more once we reach my rooms. I can answer all your questions there." Snape explained as he rushed faster down the halls into the dark, dank and dreary dungeons.
Up in the Headmasters office, Poppy and Dumbledore watched over the proceedings between Harry and Severus.
"Is this really a good idea Albus?"
"This is the only thing that I can think of with out actually sending him to St. Mungos Poppy, you and I both know that Harry would forever hate us for that." Dumbledore explained to the matron.
Poppy sighed, knowing that Dumbledore had a point that she could not argue with.
"Do you really think that it is a good idea for Severus to tell Harry about his past Albus?" Poppy questioned, "This could be what completely breaks him."
Dumbledore sighed heavily, looking older than he has in many years, "I know this Poppy, but maybe this is also what Severus needs to get over a loss he had no hand in and a new beginning with Harry. This is the best for both of them though it may take some time for them to see that."
Poppy sighed and shook her head at the Headmasters warped logic and finished off her tea, "I think that it is time for us to get down to breakfast and explain why Harry and Severus are not there."
"You are right of course Poppy, please lead the way." Dumbledore said standing and helping the matron from her chair.
"But what are you going to tell them Albus?"
"That Harry needs the extra tutoring in Potions, since that is exactly what he needs and that Severus would be the best to protect him." He explained as he opened his office doors with a wave of his hand.