The next day, the clock chimed in the early morning; Harry's first class was on The Noble Art of Divination with Professor Trelawney.
"In this room, you shall discover if you possess the Sight," she stumbles into a table. Making her students laugh at her, "Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future," she said excitedly. Harry wished he was in Snape's potion class instead, 'Will tell him about this later.' After this lesson, he will be heading to the library before Hagrid's class. And get some books on relationships.
"This term, we shall be focusing on Tasseomancy. Which is the art of reading tea leaves. So please take the cup of the person sitting opposite you."
Harry took Ron's cup while Ron took Harry's. "The truth lies buried. Like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read."
"But first, you must broaden your minds," Professor Trelawney puts her hand on Seamus' head, "First, you must look beyond!"
"What a load of rubbish," Hermoine says, appearing between Harry and Ron.
"Where did you come from?" Ron wondered, slightly amazed.
"Me? I've been here all this time." She quickly puts away a necklace inside her robe.
"You, boy—is your grandmother quite well?" the professor wondered to Neville.
"Uh, I-I think so."
"I-I wouldn't be so sure of that. Give me the cup?" Dean who is partnered with Neville in this class hands her his friend's cup, "Oh...hmm...pity. Broaden your minds!" she says while walking over to Harry's table. "Mmm...oh! Your aura is pulsing, dear. Are you in the beyond? I think you are."
"Sure," Ron said, kind of scared of her.
"Look at the cup. Tell what you see?"
"Oh, yeah, um...Well, Mmm..." Ron turned the pages in the textbook, "Harry's got sort of a wonky cross." He found the page he was looking for, "That's trials and suffering. And, uh, that there could be the sun. And that's happiness, so, uh...you're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it." their professor told him to give her the cup.
She starts screaming, backing away, "Oh, my dear boy...my dear you have...the grim."
Seamus wondered what the grim was while Harry checked his cup. "Grin? What's the grin?"
Bem answered, "Not the grin you idiot, the Grim. Taking the form of a giant spectral dog. It's amongst the darkest omen in our world. It's an omen of death."
Harry looked at his cup and asked if he could be excused to go to the bathroom. Once he got permission; he went to the dungeon instead, knowing Snape is teaching a class right now, with the fourth years. He silenced the door, opening it. His professor was at his desk, possibly grading papers or working on the next assignments. Harry waved at him to get his attention.
Snape felt someone standing at the front door. He looked over, surprised to see Potter, with a slightly open mouth, his student wanted to meet him outside the classroom, getting up to see what the Gryffindor wanted.
"Potter? What are you doing asking me to meet you suddenly while being in a middle of a lesson?" he then realized something else, "Don't you have a class with Professor Trelawney?"
Harry grabbed his arm, pulling him over to his potion store, letting go, before anyone saw, "I need to tell you something...on what Sirius Black is after," he sighed, "it is me...I am his target."
"Couldn't this wait till after class?"
His student shook his head, "I got the Grim reading at teatime with Professor Trelawney. You probably heard of it?"
Snape leaned against his store's door, "I cannot stand that woman, she is full of nonsense. You shouldn't pay any attention to it. As for Sirius Black...I already know...the minister informed the headmaster, and he informed me."
The young wizard looked down at the ground, "I hope they catch him. And if you say I should forget about the Grim, then..."
"You are worried, aren't you?" Harry nodded slightly, "As long as you stay on the Hogwarts grounds, he can't get to you and forget about the Grim, Potter."
Harry nodded again, giving a small smile, "Thanks I do feel better now. I wish I was in your class rather than hers." He looked around to see if there were any paintings or ghosts before giving his professor a quick kiss, letting go, "Well, I am going to head back; next class is with Hagrid."
"Mind doing the detention today?" he wondered with raised eyebrows; his student thought he was cute when he did that. Harry nodded in return, "see you at seven then." He hugged the teacher before leaving; Snape decided to hug back this time. The teen loved the smell of the potions he brews lingering on his robes.
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Harry knocked on Severus' door, noticing the dungeon bat didn't eat much for dinner this evening; he brought him a plate of leftovers. He told him to enter.
As his student walked in, Snape looked up from his graded papers, "How are you doing this evening?"
"Awful...I am very disappointed in the second years." He was rubbing his forehead.
Harry put the plate on his desk, "Maybe this will help you out?" going over to his teacher's head, massaging it. Snape geared over at the food. "Noticed you didn't eat enough earlier, so thought you would be hungry?" His teacher looked at Harry, "only if you want it?" Snape starts eating it. His student removes a napkin from his pocket, handing it to him, watching his teacher unfolding it and putting it on his lap. "I am surprised, professor; usually, you have a big appetite at the tall table?"
"I wanted to leave as soon as possible."
"Because of Professor Lupin?" He nodded in reply.
After Snape was done eating the rest of his supper, it was time for him to teach his student how to block someone from entering his mind. "Alright, Potter, let's begin." Harry nodded, being instructed to clear his mind; it was hard when so much was going on already this year. Then Aunt Marge popped into his mind, 'Oh gosh! Anything but that.' When Harry was not expecting it, his teacher prodded his mind, using the Legilimency spell, revealing what happened to him at the Dursleys before he ran away. Snape didn't care much about what his aunt said about his father, but when it came to Lily and being called a bitch, he didn't take that well. Leaving Harry's mind, "We can continue tomorrow." He said, turning away from him.
"Professor?" Harry walked over, "it's ok. I understand you being upset. I tried clearing my mind, as you said, but I started thinking about Aunt Marge-"
"You may go, Potter."
Harry could see his teacher clearly pissed off, going in for a hug, "It's ok; I was upset with her too, so much that I blew her up."
Snape looked over at him, "So that is what the Prime Minister was talking about."
Harry nodded in return, "It is ok, Professor, to feel this way after what you saw. I don't blame you. It's why I didn't want to bring it up since I know you pretty much want to punch her in the face or something."
"I want to do more than that, something I shouldn't say to my student."
"You do remember we are going out, right?" Snape looked over, "just say what's on your mind?"
"Rape her..." Harry gaped at him, "I shouldn't have said anything," he realized his mistake after seeing the boy's surprised face.
"Let's go then," Harry said, "I know her address." Snape gaped at this, "Just don't use yourself on her; that's all I am asking."
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Harry and Snape went by floo powder after midnight, appearing in Aunt Marge's fireplace with a couple of tools in the teacher's hand. Harry looked over at them, 'I don't think I want to know what these tools are just yet?' "You might want to turn off the lights while doing it with her."
"I am a grown man, Potter; I can handle it. I have seen worse things in my lifetime." His student gaped, 'Well, he has worked with You-Know-Who. Probably seen horrible things while being his follower?'
"I will wait outside the bedroom while you do that. I don't want to see my aunt in that way. I don't mind hearing it, though. I should warn you about the dogs here, especially Ripper." This made Snape get his wand out. Harry handed him the ski mask they brought, watching his teacher put it on. 'This is the first time seeing Snape like this.' Harry had never been to Marge's house, but Uncle Vernon told Aunt Putina where she lived, and he overheard. It was hard to see inside the house with just a flashlight shining off Snape's wand; he could make a staircase in the center and dog cages everywhere; some English Bulldogs were inside, "I heard she had an obsession with English Bulldogs." Snape gaped at them, 'Maybe I can take a few? I bet my house would love to have them around.' They had a feeling the bedrooms were upstairs. There were quite a few rooms, and not knowing which one was Marge's, they decided to try peeping in each one till they found her.
At last, her room was at the far end. The potion master went inside, closing the door behind him, while Harry slid against it, to listen. Hearing Ripper bark once but was silenced.
"What in God's name-" he heard Marge say, seeing a light turn on, "who the hell are you? What are you doing in my bloody bedroom!? Omg, you broke into my house; you better leave before I get my shotgun!" she shouts, some commotion, then, "what are you doing?" The Gryffindor listened closely. "Why are you tying me up? Have you lost your bloody mind?"
Harry could make out a bit of what Snape was saying. "The person you are looking at right now will be your worst nightmare." His teacher threatened, "I will make sure you won't be able to sit down for a week."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"First, I will take off everything you got; how dare you call the woman I loved a bitch."
Harry gaped at that, looking at the door, where Snape was on the other side with Marge. Seeing a bright light under the door. 'Is he really going to do it?' Harry thought of something, 'Marge's memory had been erased after she got blown up by me,' he thought of this while hearing Marge scream, 'so that probably means she doesn't remember being at her brother's place either?' He groaned, not knowing what the right thing was to do.
"I hope you find this quite painful," Snape said in the room.
Harry knew Aunt Marge deserved this after what she had done to him.
"No, please! I beg you!" there was another flash of light, "ah!"
Harry covered his ears a bit, to drown out some of the screamings.
