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Walking In His Shoes

Chapter 5

By Corgi and Goldenpaw

Harry returned to preying on the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws after telling Ron and Hermione to mind their own business. By the time he worked off his annoyance at Dumbledore and his friends, Ravenclaw was down fifty points and Hufflepuff seventy. He did feel somewhat better, but had a hell of a lot more to think about than he did when he started. Feeling he had tortured the student body more than enough for the day, he made his way towards the dungeons. He strode through the hallways, making sure he went fast enough to make his robes billow properly, when he heard someone calling. He stopped and pivoted in place so that he faced the direction the voice came from. Scurrying down the stairs towards him was Madam Pomfrey, with a parchment grasped in one hand.
"Professor Snape, I'm glad I caught you before you barricaded yourself in your lab."
"What do you require, Madam Pomfrey?" Harry replied while glaring at a few loitering students.
"I've run out of these potions. Would you be able to restock them for me?" Madam Pomfrey handed Harry the list, which he opened and glanced at the needed potions.
"Of course, now if you'll excuse me I've papers to mark."
"Thank you, Professor Snape."
With a curt nod Harry continued on his way to the dungeons and his office. Now that's a surreal moment, thinking he had an office, though the thought was appealing to Harry. At this moment in time he was lucky that he was answering to Snape's name and not his own. He was afraid about what would happen if the two of them were in a crowded room together. The way his luck was running lately he'd answer if any of the Gryffindors called to him.
Harry made it to the office without encountering any one else. Once safely inside he turned his attention to the mound of essays waiting to be marked. He glanced at Snape's schedule to see what classes he had to attempt to teach in the morning. He had first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws after breakfast. Following them wfourfourth year Slytherins and Gryffindors for a double period, and then a double dose of second year Slytherins and Gryffindors. After lunch he had the sixth year N.E.W.T. class, the fifth year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs for a single lesson and the last class was a single dose of second year Slytherins and Gryffindors. What fun! Harry dug through the pile and pulled out the assignments for those classes.
Harry started with the first year student's papers and gathered the necessary reference books to help his task along. He knew that his potions knowledge was not anywhere near what it should be to do Snape's job and he prayed that he wouldn't muck things up and ruin the man's reputation in his d. d. He knew from the various books and journal Professor McGonagall sent him over the summer of his fifth year that Snape was highly respected among his peers. Harry wondered for a moment if his being a Death Eater at one point would affect that reputation. Probably notny ony of the more accomplished Potions Masters in earlier years did far more horrible things than Snape did as a Death Eater. Actually if Harry thought about it he probably had more morals than his predecessors. The first years all had to write essays on the uses of lacewing in potions. Harry quickly looked up the informatiod wad was surprised to find that he covered all of the uses when he did his futile revisions so he wouldn't be so horrid in September. Sadly Snape refused to let him into the N.E.W.T. level Potions Class. 'Well I see all that studying isn't going to be a complete waste. Now let's hope I'm nasty enough while marking to pass as Snape.' Harry thought to himself as penepened the scarlet ink, grabbed a quill and started decorating the essays with red marks. He tried his hardest to mimic Snape's elegant scrawl and only managed a passable facsimile. He hoped no one noticed and made a mentale toe to find a charm to forge the man'sdwridwriting. He had the 7th year N.E.W.T. class later in the week and Malfoy would definitely notice the handwriting was off.
Slowly he made his way through the homework assignments for Monday's classes and started to make inroads into the remaining pile of nonsense. Now he knew why Snape considered his students to be dunderheads. Some of the things the students wrote in their papers were ludicrous. Harry felt a strong surge of shame as he realised he had written trash like that. Unlike the students here he knew he didn't try that hard. Then again it was hard to put in an effort when there was no encouragement to do so. He knew teaching was hard and his respect for his teachers, both muggle and wizard, went up several notches.
Once he was done with marking the essays it was way past lunch time and Harry felt his stomach rumble. He didn't know if Snape ever summoned the house-elves to his chambers and decided to walk to the kitchens and get something to eat; besides he didn't know how to summon one of the elves anyway. He strode through hallhallways once again flushing out more courting couples hiding be statues as he went. All the houses, except Slytherin of course, found themselves down points as the fake Snape vented his wrath on them. The sound of voices raised in anger caught his attention and he followed the noise to it source. What he saw surprised and angered him. The entire male contingent of the third year Gryffindor dorm surrounded two Slytherin students. Harry racked his brain trying to identify the two students. From some where their identities were revealed to be McNichols and Anderson, two first years. Harry wondered briefly where the information came from before leaping into action.
"We'll give you Death Eaters what you deserve!" A brown haired Gryffindor shouted at the two Slytherins. Harry barely recalled that the boy's family was wiped out in an attack during the summer and he was now a ward of Hogwarts until he came of age.
"You won't be harming anyone's families anymore you, bastards," cried another of the Gryffindors. Harry didn't know them too well so didn't remember their names.
Rage surged through him and for the first time in the seven years he's known Snape, he understood the man's position regarding the students in his house. If he's seen scenes like this repeated then Harry understood too well. He was happy that he never walked down the path his housemates were currently on. Yeah there were some Slytherins he hated with a passion, like Malfoy, but he's never ganged up on them with the rest of his friends. He was going to put a stop to this and make plans to stop future assaults. These two Slytherins were still children and neither came from a family that supported Voldemort.
"100 points from Gryffindor for such a cowardly display, your Head of House is going to be ashamed to hear of this. Mr. Anderson, Mr. McNichols return to your dorm, immediately." Harry wanted to get the two first years out of range, just in case one of the hot heads dared to fire a curse in his presence. Once they were gone from his sight he turned his complete attention to the seven miscreants. "So the big heroic Grydorsdors felt the need to hunt Death Eaters," he whispered in Snape's dangerous whisper. "Gryffindor courage requires seven people to gang up on two eleven year olds with hardly any knowledge of curses. You'll have detention for two weeks with myself, Filch and Professor McGonagall. Return to your dorm immediately!"
"You have no right to reprimand us. You're a Death Eater my dad told me so!" One of the bravest of the seven shouted at Harry.
"If I was, boy, do you think I'd be working here? The Headmaster wouldn't willingly employ one."
"You stood trial!"
"Don't speak of things you do not know or understand. Another hundred points from Gryffindor for defamation of character and I'll be speaking to your Head of House about your behaviour. I suggest you listen to orders for a change. Now GO!"
All thoughts of food vanished as he glared at the seven Gryffindors race back to their dorm. Once they were completely out of his sight he pivoted and headed to McGonagall's office. He knocked on the door hoping she was in. He heard her muffled 'enter' and stepped with in her domain.
"Good afternoon, Severus. Is there anything I can do for you?" Minerva asked an odd look upon her face. Harry guessed that Snape never came to her.
Harry gave what he hoped was a covert glance around the room and noticed a replica of the house points glass on the wall. He walkeer ter to it and tapped it to gain her attention to the point total. He watched her face and gave her a smirk when she glared at him.
"Alright now that you've gloated, Severus, would you care to tell me why you've just taken 200 points from my house?" Held sld see her claws coming out.
"It seems Gryffindor courage is lacking these days, Minerva." Harry sneered at his Head of House. "Seven of your students, actually the male contingent of your third y, de, ded tod to gang up on two of my first years. They accused the two of being Death Eaters and had the intention of cursing them for the crimes of others. Now is that the actions of a true Gryffindor, Minerva."
"No it is not, Severus." Minerva's face was pinched in disapproval. "I take it that is not all that happened."
"Indeed. One of your charming little boys decided to up the ante so to speak. His reply to my orders was 'You have no right to reprimand us. You're a Death Eater my dad told me so!' I do believe that was Mr. Miller. I then docked the second 100 point from them. I've given them two weeks of detention to be alternated between, you, Filch and myself. If you wish to punish them further feel free."
"I intend to! Thank you for informing me of this, Severus. Please accept my apologies." Minerva nodded a farewell and stormed up to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry smirked and made his way back to the dungeons to look at Snape's lesson plans. He would love to be a fly on the wall in the common room when McGonagall exploded. Perhaps Snape would be there and would be willing to relate the tale later. Harry re-entered the office and began searching through the drawers looking for Snape's lesson plans. He found Snape's planner and searched through the lesson plans for that Monday's scheduled classes. It seems Snape changes the order he teaches the potions in every year. The first years were due to make a boil cure, which was the first potion he learned seven years ago. Snape didn't have lecture notes here in his planner and Harry didn't think there were any on the lectern in the classroom. He didn't recall Snape ever looking down at notes while teaching. Then again the man probably knew everything by heart when it comes to potions.
On the off chance there were any lecture notes he went to check the lectern and found that he corrcorrect. He went back to the office and looked up all the potions Snape had scheduled and made up detailed notes for the classes. He hoped he wasn't going too far off Snape's usual teaching methods tomorrow. Hopefully he'll get to talk with the man before lessons started in the morning. His next extracurricular meeting with Snape wasn't until Wednesday in the Room of Requirement after dinner. Glancing back at Snape's planner he noted the antidotes Snape needed for the classes. Harry went to the man's potion cabinet in search of the antidotes listed in case of accidents. Snape had all but one made and Harry looked up the missing antidote. The recipe seemed straight forward. So he decided to make the attempt to prepare it, besides he still had the potions Pomfrey required to prepare also. Praying to any deity that would listen for luck, he dove in and began the antidote. By the time he was finished he had a potion cooling that was the proper consistency, colour and smell. He'd have to wait until after dinner to start on Madam Pomfrey's potions.
He strode through the hallways once again and made his way through the path the frightened students made for him. He could hear the whispers behind him and growled silently to himsel the the rumours running rampant through the school. Damn the Headmaster and his games. He didn't know what Snape would do in this situation. He decided to ignore them and consult Snape about dealing with the students. Harry sat in Snape's seat and helped himself to food. Snape made sure Harry knew what the man liked and didn't like. It didn't matter to Harry. Given the way his relations were he didn't turn his nose up at any kind of food. He looked up and glared at the students table by table. When he reached the Gryffindor table he saw every head turned towards him and every face was glaring back at him. He returned the glares ten fold and added a sneer for effect. The only people not giving him dirty looks were, Hermione, Snape in Harry's body, Ginny and Ron. Ron was glaring at Snape and Harry wondered why Ron was behaving like that. Snape, on the other hand, looked edgy.
Harry turned his attention to his plate and ignored everyone. He did keep a weathered eye on Snape and his friends while eating. Snape's potion slicked long hair definitely had its uses. As he was finishing he saw Ron drag Hermione off while saying something over his should to Snape over his shoulder. Harry didn't like the closed off expression on Snape's borrowed face at all. Snape got up and stormed out of the hall and Harry wondered what Ron said to him. Harry had the suspicion that something Snape did may have tipped Ron off this time. Harry had too much to do that night and figured it Snape had a problem he could seek Harry out.
Harry made his way back to Snape's private lab and began working of the first of Madam Pomfrey's requests. He paid meticulous attention to the details and noted in satisfaction that each potion he made that night looked and smelled correct. All he had left were two straight forward potions, which he'll start in the morning since they both required simmer for several hours before the final ingredients were added. He' be able to wait until his prep period to add the last ingredients to them.
Harry headed to Snape's bathroom to shower and changed for bed. As he disrobed he noticed the scars littering the man's body. He recognized many of them as curse scars as he had a few of his own. He turned around and craned his neck to look in the mirror at Snape's back. He noticed very familiar looking symmetrical scars all over the man's back. Seems Professor Snape's father favoured belts too. Harry quickly showered and changed into Snape's night shirt, slippers and dressing gown, before sitting in front of the fire to relax.
All in all the hectic day didn't go so badly. He never realised how mucrk hrk his teachers put into their classes. He never appreciated the amount of work Snape must put in, not only for his lessons, but the extra work for the infirmary. Not only did he do stuff for the school, he did even more for the order and Voldemort. Harry was under no illusions about the amount of work the man must do just making the Wolfsbane potion for Remus. Harry sighed in relief when he remembered the full moon was three days ago. At least he didn't have to worry about making the Wolfsbane potion now. Hopefully by the time it needed to be made again he and Snape would be back in their own bodies. Despite all the work he had to do with prepping for potions class Harry actually enjoyed doing all of it. He wondered what it would be like to do all that work for a subject he loved.
Slowly Harry relaxed and he debated whether to sit a few moments longer by the fire or to hoist himself out of the chair and head to bed. A sound at the door had him instantly alert. He didn't move a muscle as he watched the door open. At first he didn't see anyone as the door started to close, but as soon as he noticed a form coming out of an invisibility cloak he drew Snape's wand and rolled over the arm of the chair. He dodged around the chair to get a clear shot at the intruder.
"Obstupefacio!" Harry shouted at the intruder.

For Severus, spending the day with Potter's friends hadn't been as much of a trial as he first thought it would be. He still felt that Hermione Granger was a know-it-all Gryffindor, but now that he listened to her and watched as she sat patiently with Ron and himself going over homework that afternoon, though he had no real need for it, he began to see how loyal and caring she was. She wanted her friends to excel and do well and he found that very commendable. He wished that he had friends like her when he was in sch On Only the forced tutoring between himself and Lily Evans gained him anything close to friendship.

Hermione insisted they do their homework after their little meeting with Malfoy by the lake. Severus didn't ague or whine like Ron did. He willing traipsed up to the dorm and retrieved his books, parchment and ink. He slide into the empty chair at the table Hermione and Ron were at and pulled out the charms homework that Hermione wanted to start with. As she explained to them what she read about containment charms, Severus felt a heated gaze boring through the top of his borrowed head as he scribbled away at the assignment. Severus looked up to see Ron glaring at him.

"What?" Severus asked the temperamental redhead.

"You usually fight with me when it comes to Hermione's lectures about doing homework." Ron looked accusingly at Severus.

"I'm tired Ron. I've had meetings all weekend with Dumbledore and lessons with Snape. I don't have the energy to fight her today." Severus hoped that would placate Potter's friend.

"Oh, alright, Harry." Ron didn't sound like he bought the excuse.

They continued doing their homework until it was lunch time. As a unit they headed down to lunch and sat in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. Ron shot him dirty looks throughout the meal and Severus did his best to ignore them. Hermione chattered about Arithmancy and Severus had to bite his lip. He wanted to debate with the witch, but Potter wasn't taking the c. T. This was the kind camaraderie he yearned for all his life. He was always on the fringe of things, never truly part of the events around him. It was this he sought when he sold his soul to the Dark Lord. Hermione finished telling them about her Arithmancy class and switched to Potions. Severus listened closely to what she was saying. He was amazed at the interest she showed in every subject she took and the amount of information she could recall at a moments notice.

"We're doing the Vena Sanatio potion on Wednesday and it's really interesting. It contains basil, aconite, snake tongue, blood root, ground dragon scales and dragon liver. It can heal a completely severed artery in mere moments."

"It's not dragon liver," Severus cut in absentmindedly as he ate. "The dragon liver would interact poorly with the oils released from the basil and snake tongue, causing the potion to explode. You're supposed to add toad spleen to the potion."

Hermione and Ron sat there in stunned silence. Ron was looking at him suspiciously and Hermione sat there in deep thought. To Severus she looked like she was mentally re-reading the text book. In a matter of moments she refocused and stared at him in awe and pride.

"Wow, Harry, you're right!" Hermione's look of pride caught Severus off guard. "All that revising you did the summer after our O.W.L.S. really paid off. It's too bad Professor Snape wouldn't let you into the N.E.W.T. class. I bet you would really surprise him."

"Yeah, well he didn't, so it really doesn't matter. I'm done. Are you guys ready to go?" Severus said as he looked up at the staff table and noticed Potter wasn't there.

"I'm done and we've still have Defence homework to do." Hermione bounced out of her seat, dragging Ron out of his by a sleeve.

"But Hermione, we did homework all morning!" Ron whined as the bushy-haired witch dragged him away from the food.

"It's better if we finish it all before classes tomorrow, Ron. You only have Defence left to do, while I'll have that and Ancient Runes. You'll have the rest of the evening left to goof around."

Severus followed Potter's friends back to Gryffindor's common room. Severus wondered if Potter did any revising for Potions the summer after his godfather was killed, or if he was just saying he did to placate Hermione. He made a mental note to quiz the brat at a later date. When they reached Gryffindor tower he made his way straight to the table they used before lunch, pulled out Potter's text and notes for Defence Against the Dark Arts and settled down to write the essay. He figured he was once again going to make people suspicious since he couldn't do a haphazard job on the homework like he believed Potter would do so.

They worked quickly and quietly on the remainder of their homework. Hermione cracked open her Ancient Runes text and Severus stretched the taunt muscles in his back. The joints may not ache in this body but the muscle's in his back hurt from what he suspected was years of abuse. Sadly, he realised that everything he believed abthe the boy was completely wrong. The way the boy constantly was found out of bounds or wandering the hallways was mostly likely a response to sudden freedom. Severus couldn't help but sympathise with the boy. He definitely will confront the boy about that letter from his Uncle and the scars he found. He just hoped the boy would believe the scars on his body would all be attributed to the Dark Lord. He removed those blasted glasses so he could rub tired eyes and quickly replaced them when he felt someone move near him.

"Want to play some chess, Harry?" Ron was holding a battered chess board and pieces.

"Sure, just let me get my pieces from my trunk." Severus replied, thankful that he noticed the box of chessmen in Potter's trunk.

"Okay, but hurry before Hermione drags us to the library for research."

Severus snickered as he gathered up the books and parchment. He took the steps two at a time and flung the books on his bed. He rummaged in the trunk and pulled out the pieces and headed back to the common room. As he entered the common room a group of seven boys enteree roe room in an agitated state. They were all third year students and from what he could gather they were complaining about him, which meant Potter was doing a damn good impression of him. He blood ran cold when they started complaining to some of the fourth years about the Death Eater taking two hundred points from their house. He wondered if Potter did anything to disabuse them of that notion.

Severus didn't have to wonder for long because as he sat down and set up the chess pieces, Minerva stormed into the common room. He had never seen her like this in all the years he's known her. Her face was red in anger and looked ready to kill. He wondered for a mere moment whether her anger was due to the sudden drop in Gryffindor's house points.

"You seven come here this instant!" Minerva shouted, actually shouted, at her third year students. "I haven't been this ashamed of anyone of my students as I am today. Ganging up on two students and threatening to curse them for crimes they couldn't possibly have done! Besides harassing younger students you seven had the audacity to slander a respected professor of this school."

"He's a Death Eater, Professor. My dad said he was tried for being one." Miller had the nerve to shout back.

"He was wrongfully accused, Mr. Miller, and your father shall be in hot water once the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement receives my owl. You seven have earned another two months of detention as well as the suspension of all Hogsmead privileges for rest of this year and next year. You'll report to your first detention with Professor tomorrow at 8 p.m. I expect to hear from him that you apologized for your behaviour." With that last comment hanging in the air, Minerva whirled and stormed out of the portrait hole.

Ice formed in the veins of Severus' borrowed body as he watched Ron make his first move. He exchanged worried looks with Hermione and then wondered how much Potter has told his two friends. As he made his first move Ron met his eyes and he saw the same worry in his eyes. Ron made his second move as Hermione abandoned her homework and spell a barrier around the three of them. Hardly thinking Severus countered Ron's move and waited for Hermione to speak.

"Do you think this little blow up is going to cause Professor Snape trouble?" Hermione's worry sounded almost like fear and Severus wondered if they really were concerned about him.

"I don't know. A lot would depend if any of the Slytherins get wind of this little incident. If they owl there father's and they find the files of his trial, then Professor Snape may be as good as dead."

"Aren't the trial transcripts available to the public?" Was Ron's contribution as he moved his knight into the fray; he looked up in expectation as Severus contemplated the board and his next words.

"Professor Dumbledore told me that Snape's trial and all the paperwork pertaining to it were sealed." Severus hoped that they didn't know about his spying.

"Why would they do that?" Ron asked as he watched Severus make a move and then he quickly countered it.

"That's probably because he was spying, Ron. The Headmaster mostly likely suspected that Voldemort wasn't truly gone. He made sure the Professor's cover was intact. I bet he used memory charms on everyone at the trial." Hermione was looking at Ron with exasperation and Severus was fuming at the fact they knew what he was doing for the Order.

"He probably did. He and Professor McGonagall, as well as Mad-eye Moody, were at his trial. I think he may have done the same at Karkaroff's trial since he tried to sell the Professor up the river."

They sat in silence as he and Ron continued their chess game. Rapidly they played and much to Ron's surprise Severus had beaten him in 40 moves. Severus didn't understand the redhead's look of suspicion. The glare that the boy gave him made him squirm in his chair. He didn't have any idea what he did to earn that. Hermione noticed that it was time for supper and distracted the youngestsleysley boy from his loss. Severus trailed silently behind them. When he sat down with Potter's friends Ron continued to glare and the rest of the Gryffindor table took to glaring up at the staff table.

Severus looked up and followed the path of their glares to where Potter was sitting in his body. Potter placed food on his plate then turned his attention to each of the student tables. Potter's glare eventually settled on the Gryffindor table. Severus could literally feel the increase in the glare Potter was gifting his house mates with and Severus watched as Potter added a sneer for effect. Soon enough Potter settled down to eat, but Severus could feel his attention focused on him. Obviously Severus was sending out signals that something was bothering him.

Severus ate without much appetite and then he noticed Ron whispering into Hermione's ear. When they got up Severus started to follow, but Ron looked at him and began to speak.

"I need to talk to Hermione alone, Harry. I'll see you up in the dorm." Anger andpicipicion was clear in the wizard's eyes as he dragged Hermione off.

Severus managed to close off his expression, which was hard to do in Potter's body and left the Great Hall for the Gryffindor dorms. He felt Potter watching him as he left. Once back in the dorms Severus barricaded himself behind the bed curtains that surrounded Potter's bed and stayed there silently for the rest of the evening. He listened as everyone came to bed and continued to ease drop on the group. He heard Ron calling out for him and he pretended to be asleep. While feigning sleep he heard Ron telling the other boys not to trust him that he believed that the person they all thought to be Harry was an impostor and something had happened to Harry. Once they all settled down and their breathing settled into the rhythm of sleep, Severus slipped out of bed and wrapped himself in Potter's cloak. Silently he left Gryffindor tower and made his way to his chambers in the dungeon. He told his portrait the password and slipped into the rooms. All was well until a shouted spell hit him and blackness took over.

A spell revived him and he found himself lying on his sofa in front of the fire. He looked up into his own face and growled at the boy inhabiting his body.

"What the hell were you thinking, Potter?"

"I didn't know you were coming to visit, Snape. I thought you were someone planning on a little revenge or an assassin come to do some bodily harm, so I stunned you."

"Well at least your reflexes work. We've got some problems to deal with."

"I figured we would. What's the reason for Ron's death glares at supper?"

"I haven't a clue, Potter. We played chess, I won, and he started glaring."

"OH! That explains it. I've never beaten Ron at chess. While we're discussing the ever deepening hole we're in finding ourselves in, come check my potions." Severus was led into his lab were carefully bottled and labelled potions were waiting.

While Severus was checking the potions they both went over the various things that went wrong today and made plans to meet everyday before classes started to discuss anything that could go wrong. Severus was surprised at the quality of the potions Potter made. He never did work like this in his class. He didn't need to question Potter about his studying after all. It was obvious that he actually did so. Now he wondered what other surprises the boy had in store for him.

"Professor, since we're running around in each other's bodies can we drop the formality when we're alone?"

"What formality, Potter?"

"Let's drop the last name nonsense. Given that this is almost as intimate as sex we should address each other by our first names."

"If we must, Pot� Harry." Severus was a bit surprised at that comment and decided to push the envelope and prod the boy about his treatment as his Uncle's. "Now tell me Harry, about those muggles you live with."

"There's nothing to tell, Severus." Harry once again tried to dance around the subject of his relatives.

"I found your Uncle's note." Harry paled at the mention of the letter and glance up with fear. Seeing the fear in his own eyes made Severus shiver. "I also found out about the concealment charms."

"Fine I'll tell you, but you've got to tell me about your father's treatment."

"What treatment?"

"I know belt scars when I see them."

'Damn,' Severus thought to himself as they settled down to a long evening of trading horror stories back and forth.
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