Disclaimer: I do not own any of these at all. Will people get that through their head so I don't have to come up with these bloody things? Me and everyone else who feel the same?
Warning: well this is different… NOT. This will be slash. If you didn't know that I laugh at your general direction. And no… I don't know which direction that is.
A/N so another chapter… I'm excited, though as I have only written the disclaimer and warning… I have no clue what story I'm updating yet. I think it may be Nights Tale…. Or Riddles. Actually its Ebony Jade…. I'm pretty positive of that. So let's get to Ebony Jade. Where we left them off Harry left the rooms with a sleeping Severus. But once he wakes up and finds his rooms devoid of a certain messy haired green eyed mate, he starts freaking. To the Headmistress!
Part 16
Grabbing a handful of floo powder, Severus threw it in the fireplace and called out headmistress's office before stepping into the green flames. He stepped out of the fireplace and rushed past the two armchairs straight to the headmistress.
"Minerva." The women in question and a tea cup to his lips staring at him. She lowered the teacup to her desk, folded her hands in front of her and smiled.
"Good morning Severus. I trust you slept okay?"
He scowled at her.
"Yes, yes just fine. Enough with the frivolities. Potter is gone. "He expected something like panic to cross her face. But she smirked.
"He is?" she cocked her head to the side and picked back up her cup; Bringing it up to her lips again.
"Oh course he is you decrepit, cantankerous feline!" He took a deep breath and was about to go on before he saw the smirk and watched as her eyes shifted to something behind his form. He whirled around and his gaze burned into the green eyes of the young man seated behind him. He took another deep breath. He could feel the fury beneath his skin "indeed, it seems I was mistaken." He turned again and walked back towards the floo. Grabbing a handful he was ready to throw it into the fireplace.
"Thank you Minerva, for the potions you left out. "He threw the powder into the fireplace but Minerva coughed behind him. He turned to glare at her. How dare she interrupt his exit?
"It was not me that left them out Severus. "Her eyes shifted back to Harry who was avoiding his gaze, opting to look out the window.
"Then I owe you thanks Potter." Again he went to grab the floo powder as the green flames had already died. Again Minerva coughed behind him. He dropped the powder back in the jar and turned to give her his worst glare. He wanted out of that room. Away from those green eyes.
"You may as well stay. This conversation does involve you." He gave her a calculating look before walking over to the other chair a lowering himself into it.
She turned her gaze back over to the young man. "Now Harry what was it you were saying before stepped in?"
Severus turned his gaze to the young man who was sitting stiff and avoiding anyone's eyes. He decided he liked the blush that spread across his cheeks. He was looking down into his tea. A mumbled noise reached his ears. "Speak up boy I doubt the hearing-impaired old bat can't hear what you just inarticulately mumbled into your tea."
The young man raised his eyes and glared at the potion master. "I said sir that I apologize for leaving the room in only my boxers last night. When I was finished with the apology sirI said that the old cat wouldn't have made me repeat it if crazy bats didn't swoop out raving about nonexistent missing people. Sir." The young man went back to glaring at his tea.
Severus fumed. He looked back at Minerva who smirked behind her tea cup. "Thank you Harry for speaking up though I think the last part was a little unnecessary. "
"A little? Minerva that young man has no respect for his superiors. You should not be thanking him." Harry stood and slammed his tea onto the table.
"Oh I'm sorry Snape, that I can't be more respectable to you. I mean, why would I want to be in way shape or form be respectable to the man who does not show me the same courtesy, who has tormented me from the moment I set foot in this school. Who can't look past his grudge on my bastard of a father to see that the man he is torturing is in no way his father. Is not his mother. But himself. Hmmm. Tell me. I would love to know why it is that a filthy death eater would expect me to respect him."
Severus lunged and grabbed the young man by his open collar. He could feel the anger boiling in his ears as he pulled him as close to himself so that he could feel the anger radiating off the younger man. He could distantly hear someone calling out in the background as he shoved the young man into the wall. "Now listen hear you stupid little twit. I have sat by and protected you from the second you set your disaster prone self into this school. If it wasn't for me you would have died before you even had the chance to cause trouble. And I had to watch as you stood in the limelight and soaked it up. If it wasn't for me you would have grown a head the size of this school and only a well placed avada could bring you down. I am almost sorry I saved you so many times because you have only proved to me that you are an immature snooping young man who likes to cause trouble and stick his nose where it doesn't belong. Because I saved you once again. I have lost my place as a valuable spy. Because they asked me to bring you to him. And I was not about to let my last chance at freedom get sent to slaughter. You are the supposed savior? You are a poor excuse for a wizard. Standing behind others as they die for you. As they sacrifice themselves for the cause. Tell me what have you done to prepare." He pushed Harry harder into the wall. In the back of his he was berating himself. Telling himself to stop. But his anger was boiling over he could feel the fear pumping out of the body in front of him. Could smell the blood that flowed below his hands. But he couldn't stop himself as he leaned forward and whispered into the young mans ear. "Tell me, I would just love to hear what the excuse for a brain comes up with to tell me just how I do not deserve your respect. I saved you yet again from your Family. Do you remember that? Hmmm. I healed you last night. I didn't expect thanks. Not from a child like you. But you can damn well guarantee that I demand respect where it is due." He breathed in deeply. Taking in the scent of the scared young man in front of him. "I don't expect you to save us. Because as I said you are the poorest excuse. You are just like your father." His mind screamed at him to stop. This was mate. But he growled at that part of himself. He had lived without his mate this long he would be damned… his head slammed into the wall directly across from harry. His body was held there for a moment before he slid to the ground.
He blinked his eyes to try to see through the fog. He could hear Minerva in the background. But he focused on the young man in front of him. Tears strolled down the thin cheeks as he walked towards him. And his anger faded. What had he done?
[Harry's POV]
He walked up the stairs towards the headmistress's office and finished his shirt. He was still talking to himself and decided as a later note that he needed to get his head checked.
Should I get to know him? Well he seemed nice enough last night. Huh that doesn't make up for the last 7 years. Maybe he had to. Well he was still a bastard no matter what he did or did not want to do. I thought you should give a chance? I don't know what I'm thinking. That much is obvious. Oh shut it you.
He stood in front of the Griffin and realized he did not know the password. He looked at the glittering eyes. "There's no way you could just let me in could you?" The statue shook its head but then moved aside. He smiled at it before heading up the stairs. As he opened the door he noticed McGonagall sitting behind the desk with a tray of tear and biscuits.
"hello Harry can you have a seat." He took the offered tea and sat in the chair. " Now I have to say I'm surprised to see you here."
"Well professor I wanted to apologize for last night."
"Whatever for?"
He felt the blush spread across his cheeks and looked down at his tea.
"Well for walking out of the room in only my boxers."
She waved he hand in a dismissing manner "Don't be bothered with that. I have children of my own." Harry smiled at her before taking a sip of his tea. Then the floo flared at the frantic man he had been thinking about all morning stepped through.
He looked out the window. Oh look. It's raining. That's ominous you know. Didn't I tell you to shut it? I'm you aren't I? Well ya. Well you are talking. I'm getting a head ache. That's just because you're trying not to think about him.
""Now Harry what was it you were saying before stepped in?"
He sat up straighter. Damn she knew he was trying to avoid this. She's as bad as the old man. he looked down at his tea. He could feel the blush on his cheeks. Damn meddling old people who feel like they know everything and wish to embarrass the hell out of other people.
"Speak up boy I doubt the hearing-impaired old bat can't hear what you just inarticulately mumbled into your tea."
He raised his eyes and glared at the potion master. "I said sir that I apologize for leaving the room in only my boxers last night. When I was finished with the apology sirI said that the old cat wouldn't have made me repeat it if crazy bats didn't swoop out raving about nonexistent missing people. Sir." He glared back at his tea. Never mind I don't want to know him. You never know. He scowled at the tea.
"Thank you Harry for speaking up though I think the last part was a little unnecessary. "
"A little? Minerva that young man has no respect for his superiors. You should not be thanking him." Harry stood and slammed his tea onto the table.
"Oh I'm sorry Snape, that I can't be more respectable to you. I mean, why would I want to be in way shape or form be respectable to the man who does not show me the same courtesy, who has tormented me from the moment I set foot in this school. Who can't look past his grudge on my bastard of a father to see that the man he is torturing is in no way his father. Is not his mother. But himself. Hmmm. Tell me. I would love to know why it is that a filthy death eater would expect me to respect him."
Snape lunged and grabbed him by his open collar. His body was pushed into the wall and he froze. Images of the last night flashed at him. He could feel the anger radiating off the man in front of him. He was so angry. The hot breath ghosted across his face and he felt the ghost of his uncles lips force his mouth open. His body was pushed harder into the wall and he didn't know what to do.
"…You are a poor excuse for a wizard. Standing behind others as they die for you. As they sacrifice themselves for the cause. Tell me what have you done to prepare…"
His uncle's hands touched him. His uncles breathe on his face. His lips. Hands. The knife. He couldn't move. Couldn't run. He would take it. Like he did every time he mumbled. Prayed. Please uncle please…. Stop…
It was his entire fault. All of them. His fault…something cracked inside of him and the pressure was relieved. He expected to look up and see Snape standing in the hallway just like at the Dursleys but he watched as the man was slammed into the wall and slid to the floor. He could feel the tears sliding down his face as he moved towards the man. His body was shaking. And the tears still fell. It wasn't his uncle he saw. It was Snape. Snape had him pinned. Snape voice had been yelling at him. Snape… don't…
He knelt next to the man. The ebony eyes were wide and they spoke of remorse. The anger had dissipated and all that was left was the sorrow. "I'm sorry professor. I'm sorry for looking in your pensieve. I'm sorry that you feel that it was an obligation to save me. Protect me. I'm sorry that it is my fault that we no longer have the information from the inner circle that you could provide. " He pushed a piece of the black hair off the man's face before he stood up and hugged his chest. "I'm sorry I'm not my father. That I'm not my mother. I'm so sorry I couldn't be who they were. I'm sorry I couldn't save them. Any of them. Please believe me. I am sorry I couldn't…. I try to tell myself it's not my fault… but it is. I deserved the punishment. And your right I will not survive. Because I'm too weak. I can't…" he turned and looked at the headmistress. "I'm sorry I'm not brilliant at transfiguration or charms. That my marks could be better. I'm sorry I'm such a burden." He turned and looked at the door. " I'm sorry I could be what any of you wanted me to be. " and then he was gone.
Minerva stood in the silent room and stared at the spot the young man had just been. Her heart skipped a beat as the wind settles. Her eyes shifted to the hunched form on the floor. She sighed and pushed the panic out of her head as she walked over to the man. As she got closer she heard the words.
"..I can't feel him…what have I done…"
A/N so please no one kill me. Or Severus. But this twist. Even I didn't see it. and this has a whole new ball game. Let me know what you think. I know Severus did something stupid. And Harry was melodramatic. But don't hold it against them. Let me know. And the story will go on…