A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 11: August, 7
Harry didn't go to breakfast in the morning. He lay in bed, sulking. Shortly after nine there was a knock on the door.
"No," Harry said.
Lucy opened the door.
"Harry," she began, standing in the doorway. "Severus would like to speak to you in his study."
"I won't come."
"Oh, come on," she said softly, walking over to him. "I think you should," Lucy continued, sitting down next to him. "You know,when you ran away yesterday, we were all worried sick."
"Hardly," Harry mumbled. "He said himself he doesn't like me."
Lucy shook her head, now understanding. "He didn't, he just said he couldn't take care of you. And you know why? Because of your parents. Severus loathed your father but loved your mother to bits. I myself am sometimes jealous of her, even though she died protecting you. Someone who has a son as sweet as you couldn't have done differently." She laughed and ruffled Harry's hair. "S, you'll go?"
"I'll go, but only for you," Harry said, managing a small smile as he slid off the bed.
He still remembered the way to Severus' office from two days ago.
"There you are," Severus said as he entered. He stoped pacing back anf forth. "I waited for you."
"What do you want?" Harry asked.
"Talk about yesterday." Severus sat down at the desk and gestured Harry to sit opposite him.
"There's nothing to talk about," Harry muttered, staying where he was.
"Would you please sit down?"
"Make me," Harry said crossing his arms in front of his chest, probably a bit too cheeky.
A second later Severus stood in front of. He slapped him across the face.
"You are what your name says you are," Severus sneered. "Trouble and annoying."
"And I thought I liked you!" Harry screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks, before he ran out of the room. "I'd rather die than to live in the same house as you!"
"Don't give any notice to what Daddy said," Quentin said cheerily. "He's always like that when you annoy him."
"Did he ever slap you?" Harry sobbed.
She opened and closed her mouth like a wish. "No," she muttered. "Never. But it'll become better once you two get used to each other, promise."
"Can't Mr. Hatherley find me someone else to live with?" Harry asked.
Quentin looked at him with saddening eyes. "You don't like living here, then?" she asked quietly.
"Well, I don't mind the house and Lucy and you are OK, but I don't like Severus."
Suddenly Quentin had an idea. "How would you like to meet Draco, Audrey's younger brother?" she asked. "He's the same age as you and you'll both be attending the same school."
Harry shrugged. "You seem to like him, so why shouldn't I?"
"I'll talk to Mummy. He'll surely visit tomorrow afternoon or something." A moment later she was out of the room. Maybe life here wouldn't be too bad with someone to hang out with.