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It Came Upon a Midnight Clear	By : Japhia Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12299 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Dog."

"And this one?"

"Wand."

"This?"

"I don't know."

"This is Minister Shaklebolt."

"Oh…" Harry Scratched his head in slight frustration with himself. He'd taken a shower and though he'd needed assistance to wash, he did feel quite better afterwords. "That's… That's an owl of some kind." At the moment Sirius was showing him photos of people, animals, things that one might use on a daily basis, anything really. He'd told Harry that he'd forgotten quite a bit so this was just to see how much he might have remembered.

"That's Hedwig. She's your owl." He slipped the photo to the back of the stack.

"I have an owl?" A knock sounded at the door and Sirius bade whomever it was to enter.

"Mr.Potter…" A man dressed in the heaviest looking black rob came in and Harry sat up a bit in his bed. He'd not seen this man before. He'd a slightly hooked nose and shoulder length black hair. "So it is true, what I've been told."

"Are you the doctor?"

For just a moment Severus could swear that he saw Lily in more then just his eyes. He could swear that James had played no part in the creation of Harry. He was curious and his mother only wore that face when she was prepared to ask questions until the pot of answers was bone dry. He quite missed that. "No. I am not a doctor. I am a Professor at the school you have attended for the last 6-years. You may call me Professor Snape." He glanced down at just the right moment and what he would not have sawed off just to have a camera then. The look on Black's face was perfect. Like a dog whom you'd baited and then shown yourself to have no treat.

Harry watched him curiously and fixed the glasses on his face. "What do you teach?"

He was brought from his excitement of astounding the dog, back to the boy on the bed. "Potions. The in depth art of mixing ingredients to cause and cure a variety of things." Having given the same speech to describe who he was and what he did on a yearly basis, he'd a hard time deviating from those almost robotic words. He'd always loved to see the looks on the 11-year-old's faces when they felt threatened by him, or even better, when they felt as though potions would be the most amazing course of study. He truly loved to make potions and even more so, when he could instruct another person to not make childish mistakes. "Do you recall how to make potions, Mr.Potter?"

They could both see the boy's mind working this out. "I'm afraid I don't remember… what about burr.. erm… v-vur-v-vuritis…"

"Veritiserum?" Sirius supplied.

"Yes, I think that's it. Did that have anything to do with potions?" He seemed so hopeful, as if digging up that word was the most difficult thing and he truly hoped that it had something to do with this man.

He wouldn't show it, especially with Black right beside him but he was quite pleased that the first thing he remembered would have to do with Potions. "It's a potion, which if I recall correctly, you have had quite a past with." The sudden look of success on his face made Snape feel something he'd not felt in a very long time. His stomach fluttered gently at the base and he had to grit his teeth not to have any visual reaction to it.

"Don't worry about him Harry. Snape is a snarky old man with nothing better to do then be a bat in his dungeon." The man crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, balancing it on the two back legs. "Greasy haired dungeon bat he is. You'll almost never seen him without his nose stuck in something, but with a nose like that it'd be hard not to get it stuck somewhere. You're father and I have known him since we were small. He's always been like that. You get happy and he get's pi-WOAH!" He hit the floor with a loud thump.

Snake carefully tucked his leg under his robes and looked back at Harry. "When you are discharged from this place, I will come pick you up. You will be residing with myself in your own private quarters near my own. We'll start with the most basic of potions and see how well you can master them." By then the last of the Black family line had picked himself up from the floor and was fixing his chair while grumbling about snakes and trickery.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at their dynamic. It was easy to tell, even for him, that these two went back pretty far. "I think I might like that."

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As the days went on, Sirius stayed at Saint Mungo's, leaving occasionally to sneak in foods and snacks that were not allowed in the patient rooms. He'd brought in Treacle Tarts far Harry, cauldron cakes, Bertie Bots, and even a few Weasley Candies, just to make the boy laugh. He'd no other visitors besides the Headmistress, a nurse, a healer or two, and Professor Snape. Harry found himself strangely drawn to the man. He always managed to sit up a bit more when he entered, and Sirius definitely saw it. He'd begun explaining simple things to him, like the differences between cauldrons made of silver or pewter. Harry was always happy to see Sirius leave for a short time and get the privacy with the potions master. He was learning so much, about the subject and about the professor. He'd managed to ask a few questions about his past with Sirius, lean red a small bit about his parents; their names, what they looked like, and why they weren't here any longer. Sirius wouldn't tell him. He said it Harry didn't have to remember the death of his parents, then he didn't need to know. Snape on the other hand felt that it was Harry's past and he was better off remembering it then everyone else talking about it when he knew nothing.

He'd told harry that he was famous in the wizarding world, and there was not a child over 5 who couldn't tell him his name and at least 3 stories from his past, aside from how he became The-Boy-Who-Lived. "But, if I didn't do anything, and it my mum who truly kept me safe, then why am I famous and not her?"

"Your mother would have never put up with it. There is a select group of people whom know that your mother is the reason you're with us today, but the world is much better living under a rock. They do not need to know the truth. It would cause wide spread panic. The public would be demanding answers and they would not direct them to the minister or the headmaster. They would direct them to you. If I asked you why you claimed to be The-Boy-Who-Lived all these years when truthfully you were behind a shield made by your mother, what would you answer me?"

It was silent and Harry did not know what to say.

"Precisely. Sometimes a white lie is the best choice."

Harry nodded and posed his next question. "I've heard enough about my mother to know whom she really was, but you haven't said much of anything about my father. Did you know him?"

"Yes, I knew your father as well." Even Harry could hear the distain in his voice. "He was cunning, smart, and quite the charmer. James Potter was the bane of my existence and I won't butter him up for you." Harry nodded and listened. "He was not book smart, nor was he responsible for his actions nor even his homework. Your mother did a fair bit of it for him and Remus Lupin did the rest. He was always able to stay out of trouble, no matter how badly he bullied someone, or how much damage he did to the school and grounds, he nearly always got away with it. He would have made a wonderful Auror if for no other reason then he could have figured out what a person had done and recreated it for a court in less then a week. However as I've said, he did not make it past that night in Godrick's Hallow. He was a sensational prankster, and always got what he wanted."

Harry didn't quite know how to feel about him. From the way that Lily was described to him, he just couldn't see how she would be attracted to a man like James Potter.

The door opened slowly and the chubby medi-witch whom had talked to him when he'd woken up, stepped through the door. "Well. You are free to go when you'd like Mr.Potter. You'll still be a bit sore in spots, but you're eating well, and all of your bones have mended themselves back together. Can I get you anything before you leave?" Harry shook his head no but thanked her whole heartedly before she clicked the door behind herself and was gone.

"Shall we go then?"

"Should we wait for Sirius to come back?" Harry had already swung his legs to the side of the bed.

"Do you want to wait until then?"

"No, not really."

"Then we shall leave." Severus stood from his chair and took Harry's hand as he stepped off the bed, a bit shakely onto his legs. He had a moment where he wasn't sure if he would be able to stand, but he trusted Snape to not let him fall. As he finally got back a bit of balance the door burst open again and Sirius was at his arm.

"I saw the nurse on the way in. She said you were discharged. I had a feeling you'd both let me panic." The man had half a chocolate bar sticking out of his pocket. Harry could only assume that he'd been eating it when he'd come back into the hospital.

"It's no big deal. Professor Snape is going to take me back to Hogwarts." He silently urged both men to let him go and though he kept a hand on the bed, he was able to take a step and after a few small back and forth walks, he felt fine, a bit wobbly at moments, but in general, just fine. "Now, can we go please? I've heard so much about Hogwarts, I just need to see it. Maybe it will job some memories."

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Hermione and Ron were sat in a common room chair, squished together. It had been 4 days since they had been told of Harry's condition. The whole school knew that Harry Potter had forgotten a lot. Everyone had different opinions as to the news being good or bad. The Slytherins thought it was funny and rumor had it that they had been working on pranks. The Hufflepuffs thought it would be a good way for Harry to forget all the bad memories associated with Voldemort, the death of the headmaster, and all the dark situations he'd become part of. The Ravenclaws were a mixture of those two and many of them had little to say. The Gryffindors were guilty of taking bets on what he might remember. His two best friends were determined to be there even if he didn't know who they were. When he remembered, they would be right there and even if he never did, at least they could create new memories.

The bushy haired girl had rested her head on the tall read head's shoulder. They did not speak or move, just sat, listening quietly to the crackling of the fire in the hearth. It was nearly curfew and the two had little intention of going to their beds.

Ron had little need of verbal cues to know that something was wrong with his girl friend. She hadn't turned in homework since the headmistress had told them about their best mate. Hermione had planned out how to save her parents if it had ever come down to it. She would obliviate them and send to them to some unaffected country where the former Dark Lord couldn't reach them. She'd never had to do it, but the thought of removing herself from their memories, the thought of purposely erasing her birth… She cried for many hours in hopes that she could do it without shedding tears. This however. This was entirely different. She could not have prepared herself for this, no matter how smart of a witch she was.

A tight squeeze brought her from her memories and she looked up to find Ron looking down at her, a small smile on his face. Yes, she would be alright. Everything would be alright. She had Ron and Harry was not gone in body. He was still the same person and she would learn to accept the changes he might have come into.

Luna and Nevil had sat with them for a time but the two of them had left to spend some time together before curfew, assumably to do a bit of studying. Even Ron doubted that.

As the night wore on and the sounds of students staying up to giggle and talk dulled to a still silence. Not the pop of a house elf doing cleaning, nor the patting of bare feet. It was a blissful silence and both teens watched the fire dance above the logs until their eyes could not remain open any longer.

It was early the following morning when Ron was lightly shaken awake. The sun had just barely begun to show through the tower windows, the fire long extinguished, and his legs and right arm were numb as a rock. Before him stood a woman with purple hair. "Tonks er… Professor. W-what is it? Is it Harry?" Hermione had been asleep at his side but she'd woken up and quickly stood, holding onto the chair and trying not to show that her left leg had fallen asleep.

The Professor nodded and smiled. "Severus and Sirius brought him back last night. He's in the hospital wing for now but you can go see him as soon as you're ready." She left the two to stand and attempt to walk without falling from the numbness. They grinned at each other, Hermione's hair stuck up at an odd angle, and she laughed quietly at the dried trail of drool that was thankfully leading to his shirt.

She cleared her throat and made a joke. "Perhaps you should sleep with a bucket instead of a girl."

"Yeah? Then buy me one and you can tell me if it works." He shook his leg and once it was back to normal he grabbed the witch's hand, pulling her towards the common room door, a grin plastered on his freckled face.

They walked about the halls, quickly making their way on the most direct route, to the hospital wing. As they came through the doors, the young witch was careful to close it quietly in case Harry had fallen asleep. In that moment her nerves were on end and she had to take a deep breath before she turned and found a pair of green eyes looking in her direction. She approached and for a moment, she could clearly recall the first time they had met.

"Alright there mate?" Ron was already at the bed and gave him a hard pat on the back. "You might not remember so I'll just say it again. Ron, Ron Weasley."

Harry smiled at the friendliness he felt from this boy before he turned to the girl who looked like she might cry. "And, you are?"

Hermione could only smile at that. When the tables were turned she wondered if she had sounded so nice posing that question on the train. "I'm Hermione Granger. Oh… Ooooh Harry." She just couldn't contain herself and even Ron had a sheepish grin on his face. Hermione flung herself at him, hugging Harry about the waist and holding tight. He took the moment to examine them both and perhaps put some details to mind. The girl was about his height and her hair was just… well, wild would be a tame word for it. He thought for a moment that if he tossed a pencil at her, it might stick in her hair and she wouldn't even notice. He took that thought back though. It would be cruel if he did something like that and he would be no better then his father. The red head was tall and Harry wondered if he played Basketball, or if he had ever considered it. He was covered in freckles and had a smudge of dirt on his left cheek. His words came to him then as if by memory, as if he was repeating something he'd heard before, but he just couldn't place it. "You've got dirt on your cheek. Right there."

The two of them couldn't help but laugh and they took seat to talk. A few students came and went. Professor Tonks had shown up once to deliver passes to the two active students, to excuse them from missing lessons. It didn't take long for Harry to warm back up to his once best friends.

The whole time though, Harry couldn't seem to take his mind off a certain Potion's Master.

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