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Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone	By : Chrysania Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Alrighty�. Here�s another chapter. Lots of semi-important things happen that, more than likely, won�t be explained until later� And, if you didn�t read the author�s note I put up in place of this chapter until I wrote it, it is gone forever. I, naturally, still have it, but there was info in it that you probably wanted to read� Hehehe! And on with the chapter!!!!

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�Uh�.What?�

Severus chuckles at the confused young girl. �Do you prefer cocoa or tea? I could also get you coffee if you so wish.� He says �coffee� with such disdain and disgust that Harry can�t help but chuckle at it. �Anything else and I would need to contact a house elf.� The way he says it makes Harry think that the Professor doesn�t like the �house elf� of which he speaks.

Harry almost says that she wants a caramel latte from Starbucks, but refrains. �Cocoa will be fine.�

Severus nods, motions for her to sit, and walks into a little kitchenette off to the side. Rather than sitting, Harry follows her Professor into the tiny kitchen thinking that they could talk.

�Here Professor, let me help you with that.�

Harry takes the pan that Snape was scalding milk in and drops it into the sink. She can just barely see over the counter and, so, doesn�t bother trying to wash it. She gives the small room a cursory glance and spies an open cabinet with pots and pans in it.

Harry takes one of the pans and sets about making the cocoa. �Would you like some as well, Professor?�

Professor Snape nods and watches his student swiftly heat the milk to just below boiling, adds the chocolate, stirring all the while, and then pours it into two mugs.

The two take the mugs back to the sitting room and sit on two high-backed, throne-like, chairs. Sitting in the giant chair, holding the mug in both hands, Harry looks far younger than she is. Not to mention that she appears to be worried, nervous, and lost, all at once.

�Miss Potter.� Harry looks up from her mug of cocoa. �I have some questions for you, and I want you to answer them truthfully.� Harry nods. �Alright then, have you ever been hit by someone in your family?� Harry nods. �Could you elaborate?�

�Dudley hits me sometimes when he�s playing. Some of his friends do as well. But, really, it�s only fun and games.�

Snape raises a brow. ``She said �when he�s playing.� Sounds to me like she�s not playing with them.`` But Severus lets it go.

�Did you always get enough to eat with your family?�

Harry shakes her head and starts talking before Professor Snape can ask her to. �I get sent to my � room � without food sometimes. But I hear kids talking about that every day. It�s nothing bad to be sent to bed without food.�

Snape looks at her practically swimming in her school robes, even though they were tailored to her. He knows that it was more than simple to-bed-without-dinner punishments. But he lets that one slide.

�Did they ever call you names?�

Harry looks at him, thoroughly confused. �Names?�

�Yes� Not good names, but bad names. Did they ever call you a freak? Or worthless?�

Harry�s eyes water and she looks at the ground. She starts mumbling under her breath and Snape has to get really close to her just to hear what she�s saying.

�But I am worthless. I am a freak. I don�t deserve anything. I have a roof over my head. I don�t deserve anything else. I�m a freak. A waste of space. I should have died the night my parents did. I don�t deserve anything. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I�m a freak. I�m nothing. I don�t deserve��

Severus stops listening as the young girl continues on, tears streaming down her face, getting steadily faster. He gets up quickly and retrieves a calming draught from the cabinet. He practically sprints back to the young girl and feeds it to her. Within moments, she�s asleep on the chair, rather uncomfortably, and Severus sighs.

With a flick, a swish, and a muttered �Incohare Cubile,� the chair turns into a bed. Severus quickly conjures some pillows and a blanket, and leaves a more comfortable-looking little girl in favor of speaking to a certain Headmaster about the boy-who-lived.

Severus manages to arrive at the Headmaster�s office in record time and glares at the gargoyle. The gargoyle guarding the door to the Headmaster�s office, it seems, is immune to Snape�s glare. �Stone-eating acid, rock.�

The gargoyle jumps out of the way and Snape makes his way up to the Headmaster�s office.

�Severus, my boy� To what do I owe this pleasure? Lemon drop?�

Severus completely ignores the pleasantries and glares at the Headmaster. �Lily�s sister� How much do you know about her?�

Dumbledore looks at Snape with a question in his eyes. �She has no criminal record. Neither does her husband. She is an upstanding citizen and she��

��Abuses her niece.�

Dumbledore�s eyes widen a bit. �What?�

�Harry, your boy-who-lived, has been abused by her relatives. Did you even check on her, Albus?�

�Of course I did, Severus. What do you think I am? But every time I went to check on her, or sent someone to check on her, she was visiting a friend. Or she was busy. Or she was�� Dumbledore�s eyes widen in surprise. �She was lying to me.�

Severus rolls his eyes at the Headmaster. �Thought a muggle couldn�t lie, didn�t you?� Severus sighs. �We have to get her out of there, Headmaster. She cannot stay there.�

Dumbledore nods, then shakes his head. �I�m sorry, Severus. She must return to that house. She�s safe there.�

�Safe? From what? Who?!�

Dumbledore holds up his hands and a sense of soul-piercing calm fills him. �You must understand, Severus. The blood of her mother runs through her Aunt as well. It is that magic that protects her throughout the year. You especially must know of the Death Eaters still at large. If they catch her without those protections, there�s nothing to be done.�

Severus shakes his head. �How long must she stay there for the protection to renew?�

Dumbledore rubs his chin a second. �Two weeks should do it. Two weeks. And then she can be removed from that house for the rest of the summer until school starts. Is that satisfactory, Severus?�

�No. But I suppose that I will have to live with it.�

While agreeing, Severus composes a letter in his head. He will send it off before the winter holidays end. That way, he�ll have time to convince them, should they refuse.

�I should be off, then. I should be there when she wakes up.�

�Where is she sleeping?�

�She is in my chambers. We were talking and she had a panic-attack. I gave her a calming draught. However, she is badly under-nourished and the dose I gave her was a little much. She, instead, was put to sleep.�

�Ah� What were you talking about?� Dumbledore looks a little skeptical at his Potions Master.

�Yes, Albus. We were discussing exactly what you are thinking. It seems that the young Miss Potter was ill-informed as to the ways of�� Severus pauses, thinking of the right phrasing for the reaction he wants. ��proper lubrication.�

Dumbledore�s eyes nearly bug out of his skull at his Potion�s Master. Severus drawled, quite calmly, about something that should not even be considered by a Professor about a First year.

�After all, without proper lubrication, the heat would be astronomical.�

Dumbledore�s mouth drops open.

�And it certainly wouldn�t do for the friction to reach a certain height. The clean-up would be simply ghastly.�

Severus inwardly smirks as the Headmaster�s face pales dramatically and the sparkle dies from his eyes.

�Not to mention that we live in a castle with lots of wood in it.�

Severus adds as an afterthought, which only serves to confuse the Headmaster.

�What does that have to do with anything?�

�Honestly, Headmaster, if a fire were to start in this castle��

�Fire?�

�Yes. Started by an improperly-lubricated telescope.�

Severus says it as though it were the most obvious conclusion in the world. The Headmaster blushes scarlet.

�What did you think I was��Headmaster!�

The Headmaster�s blush deepens.

�You are a sick man, Headmaster.� He gets up and stalks to the door. �Sick.�

With that said a smirking Severus Snape leaves a thoroughly distressed and embarrassed Headmaster to his ponderings.

Rather than return to his rooms, Severus stops a passing student with a bag, commandeers a quill-and-ink, and �confiscates� a �suspicious-looking� piece of parchment. He quickly writes his pre-composed letter, returns the quill-and-ink, and heads off to the owlery.

After nearly fifteen minutes, Severus coaxes a beautiful snowy-white owl off her perch.

�This needs to go to Privet Drive, Number four.�

The bird nods, hoots, and takes off. Severus doesn�t ponder the bird�s instantaneous reaction to Harry�s name and, instead, heads back to his rooms. When he arrives, Harry is awake, sitting n the bed he transfigured for her.

�Professor�� Harry doesn�t look at him. She is, instead, staring into space directly in front of her. �Why do you have a muggle kitchenette?� With that said, Harry turns and looks at her Professor, confusion etched onto her features.

�Does it matter?�

�Yes!�

Severus sighs at her. �If you must know�� He pauses dramatically for a second, takes a deep breath, as if to steel his nerves for some soul-shattering, past-related, explanation, and sighs. ��Conjured food and drink just doesn�t taste right.�

With that said, Harry bursts out laughing. After a few moments, Severus joins her with a light chuckle. When Harry calms down, Severus sends her back to the Slytherins Girl�s dorms. Severus sits down, summons a tumbler and a bottle of Fire-Whiskey, and settles down to think about all that he has learned about the young daughter of his worst enemy as well as his best friend.

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AN: Yay! A new chapter! And I�m only a day late! Honestly guys, I thought I wasn�t gonna make it. But, I did. And only a day late! Whew! Anywho�Mysterious letter sent to Dursleys! I wonder what it could be! You�ll find out later! Ooohhh�Fore-shadowing!

Pardon me� I�m a little strange at the best of times and I stayed up to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter Tuesday night, and still haven�t caught up on sleep.

More will be happening in the next chapter. Don�t worry.
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