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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: A bit of Snape and Harry interaction in this one, where they reach a little more understanding, some more Draco and Hermione.
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Once again Harry was making his way down to the dungeons, it had become a very familiar path and Harry was certain he would find his way with his eyes closed by now. He got to the door, knocked and stepped inside. "Professor?" Harry called out but the study seemed empty. This wasn't unusual, Snape often had matters to tend to before he had time for Harry. He placed his bag on the floor and looked around the study, seeing a bowl with strange markings that had never been out before. Harry did recognize it as a Pensieve though it wasn't as large or ornate as the one in Dumbledore's office.
Harry walked closer, just to look at the markings on the outside of the bowl. He wanted to see if there was something he recognized when he tripped on a forgotten cauldron and went face first in to the Pensieve, his last thoughts before being sucked into the memories were that this sort of thing always happened to him.
Snape clipped down the halls, scowling mightily at the mess that was his robes. It was simply his luck that he had a twit stupid enough to actually test a Regurgitation Potion on themselves just as he passed by. He flung open the door to his office, his gaze still on his outer robes so as to vanish them. Once he'd removed the black, outer vomit soaked robes he looked up and felt his blood run cold at the sight of Potter's face in his Pensieve. He stormed over and found himself stumbling over a cauldron he'd left there. He righted himself before he fell into the teen's back and logic poked it's cool head in, telling him that the youth had likely not poked his nose in to the Pensieve on purpose. It didn't make him any less furious that Potter was witnessing some of his worst childhood memories but it tempered it just enough that all he did was yank the younger male out of the Pensieve and shoved him towards a stool, scowling mightily before barking, "Sit!"
Harry followed the order without protest, his mind still whirring and recoiling from what he had seen. He didn't want it to be true but there was no lying in a Pensieve. His father, the unknown man that he had always thought of as a hero had been a bloody git. A bully that got off on causing others pain, laughing at their humiliation. Not only that but James' friends had been the same. Sirius...Even Remus hadn't done anything to stop him. Harry felt lost, everything he thought he knew was wrong and now he didn't know who to trust or what to think. It was weird and probably stupid but it felt like being orphaned all over again.
Snape went into his inner chambers to change quickly, even his inner robes were a bit...damp, and to give him just enough time to chain his temper enough to keep it from exploding. For a moment, a single brief moment, he'd once again super-imposed James' face over Harry's and almost let loose his fury until the stricken look in the youth's eyes had kept all the vile words in his throat. He dearly wished that James Potter was still living, if only for the opportunity to confront him and let loose all the venom in his soul on the bloody bastard. But his old tormentor was six feet under, he was barred from letting loose on Black and Lupin, and the only other target was an innocent teenager who'd been tormented enough.
He swept back into the room and went to a cabinet, pulling out a Calming Draught and handing it to Potter before he got a glass of firewhiskey for himself.
Taking the draught Harry downed it in one, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on his own feet. He didn't know what to say, there was nothing that could make the past better but at least now Harry understood Snape's hatred. He was a mirror image of a man that had tormented him.
Snape downed the shot of liquor, the burn sliding down his throat smoothly and cooling the fire of his temper. He set the glass down. "So, now you know." He met Harry's vivid green eyes steadily. "I hated your father, I still hate him and will likely go to my grave hating him as it is rather impossible for me to bring him back from the dead simply to hex him to Asia."
"Now I know." Harry agreed solemnly. "Though I wish I didn't. I'm sorry to say that and I do understand how you feel." Harry faltered still not knowing what to say. "I know it's only empty words but I'm sorry...I'm sorry for what they did."
Snape poured another glass of firewhiskey, rather surprised that his hand did not shake. "Words are never empty so long as there is emotion behind them." That was as close as Snape would get to telling Harry he appreciated the sentiment. "That, Harry, is something to keep in mind whether in mere conversation or magical spells. Some spells will only work if you mean them while all others only get stronger the more you mean them." He downed the second glass and vanished it along with the decanter. "I am sorry as well," his dark eyes spoke of sincerity, "that you saw that. I may have hated him but you should not have had to see him at his worst."
"And was that his worst?" Somehow Harry doubted it, it seemed more like any other day, just a way to amuse themselves to Harry. "It was probably a good thing though, it's better to know the truth than to walk around in a fantasy, thinking my father was larger than life...And kinder too." Harry still looked heartbroken but he meant what he said, no matter how much it hurt he'd rather know that to live in a lie.
"Hm." Silence stretched between them. Snape no longer felt up to conducting the Occlumency lesson and he somehow doubted Harry would be up to it either. He certainly was not about to inform the boy about the worst his father had done but perhaps he could soften the bad with a somewhat...good moment. "He did save my life once, though that may have been more for Lupin than I, when I was...directed to the Shack one full moon. It didn't particularly make me want to hex him less I simply ceased creating spells designed specifically for hexing James Potter."
"Hm, I can only imagine who directed you to the shack to begin with." It didn't make Harry feel much better but he recognized and appreciated the effort. "For the first time I'm very happy to be my own person, that we're not destined to become our parents." Harry directed a small smile Snape's way. "Did you really do that? Create spells to hex da...James? It's sort of cool."
A dark brow rose. "I did. I may tell you about it, possibly, some time in the future." He stood up. "I don't think either one of us are up to the lesson today do you?"
"No, no I don't think we are." Harry agreed softly. "I should go yeah?" He got up to, gathering his bag and feeling the way the calming draught soothed his insides, leaving him warm and unworried.
The professor nodded. "I suggest you fire-call your godfather. No matter what he and your father did to me, he loves you. The only thing that has changed is you know that they both are very human with all the failings of."
Harry nodded in reply. He could see the reasoning of it and even though he was sorely disappointed in Sirius he still loved him too, he always would. "I suppose you are right." Harry bowed his head to the Potions Master. "I apologize for seeing things that weren't meant for me, I swear I wasn't nosy on purpose. Goodnight Sir."
Snape nodded. "I know you weren't. Goodnight."
Nodding again Harry walked out, leaving Snape alone with his thoughts. Harry thought about going back to the common room but he wouldn't be missed yet and Snape had suggested that he'd talk to his godfather so instead he made his way to the fifth floor and the Room of Requirements, there he would be alone and safe to call on Sirius. A fire was already burning merrily in the large fireplace and Harry grabbed the floo powder, tossing it into the flames as he called on Grimmauld place.
Sirius heard the firecall and just about lunged to answer. Narcissa was driving him demented with cleaning, shifting things around, and restoring the house. He needed a distraction. His eyes lit with pleasure when he saw his godson. "Harry! Great to see you, I'm losing my mind here."
"Hi Sirius." Harry's smile was tight as he sat cross-legged in front of the fire. He drank in the other man's features, trying to fit them together with the arrogant youth who had been a bully alongside of James Potter. "What's making you nutters then?"
"Narcissa." He ran a hand over his face. "She's a madwoman, at least when it comes to 'restoring' Grimmauld place. My mother's portrait adores her by the way." A shake of the shaggy head gave Sirius' clear opinion of that. "So does Kreacher but that's no problem, he does as she likes."
"Well to be honest the house needs plenty of cleaning up, it looks as shite. And if your mother adores lady Malfoy then at least she might cease her screeching for a while. I'm sorry but it doesn't sound so bad." Harry smirked, feeling the old love for Sirius rise up in him like a wave. So his godfather wasn't perfect, nobody was. Harry felt grateful that Snape had suggested he'd fire call him, it helped a long way in feeling better.
The animagus pouted. "Traitor." It was a clear tease. "So how's things there? Cissy's boy alright?"
"Mmm, Malfoy's fine. Pissed enough to spit nails but fine. There was an incident within the Slytherin house but Snape will handle it." Harry rested his chin in his hand, feeling comfortable just sitting there speaking to Sirius.
Sirius whistled through his teeth. "Within Slytherin? Oh yeah the greasy git will probably flog the culprit."
"Don't call him that." Harry's brows furrowed. "Just...don't. And I think he can come up with worse punishments then flogging, punishments that lasts longer too. Snape's a firm believer in making the punishment fit the crime."
The man frowned a bit, he'd noted the slight strain on his godson's face at first but put it down to daily stresses, now he wasn't so sure. "Harry? What's wrong?"
"I saw you Sirius, I saw you all, the way you acted when you were in school...Why?" Harry's tone was quiet and he looked at Sirius searchingly. "You of all people should have known better."
The animagus winced. "That was...a long time ago Harry. We were all very young and a bit drunk on our own power then. I'm not going to make any excuses, there's aren't any. We were wrong and we were right gits. Snape got the brunt because, I think, we were jealous, me and James."
"Jealous? Of what?" Harry asked. "What possible reason could there have been to be that cruel, even if you were jealous?"
"He was bloody brilliant Harry, by fifth year he was coming up with his own spells and they worked. He was nosy, always poking around into stuff that everyone else thought would be better left alone and he never, never got caught. Even the Marauders got caught every once in a while. At least that's why I was jealous. Your dad...er well." Sirius's face was sheepish. "He was jealous because he liked your mum but she thought James was too big a git to bother with for most of our Hogwarts career. Snape though, she was Snape's friend. They were real close and James wanted her to look at him with even half the fondness she did Snape. It doesn't excuse him but I'll tell you Harry, teenage hormones make a guy do some crazy and sometime bad things when he wants someone he can't have."
"I suppose." Harry conceded. "I'm just so disappointed, I know I don't have a right to be but I am. All those stories you told me, it all feel like lies now." To his utter embarrassment Harry felt himself tear up. He was sixteen years old for goodness sake and he wasn't supposed to cry over things like this. The world was hard and disappointing, Harry knew that better than anyone.
"Harry, we were bullies to Snape, I'm not going to lie about that, but I didn't lie to you about the rest either. I just didn't tell you the bad. I didn't want you to see your dad in a bad light. He was my best friend and he loved you and your mother more than anything. Round about seventh year when he became Head Boy, James stopped being such a git and since he and Lily had to work together as Head Boy and Girl she got to see him in a better light. Things just sort of went well for them from there."
Nodding Harry quickly wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I get it Sirius, I do. Besides it's in the past, nothing to be done and no way to change it." Harry sighed. "Please, stop calling Snape names though, I ask that of you. I understand that you will never get along, much less like each other but believe it or not he's been of great help to me here."
The canine animagus wrinkled his nose but nodded. "Alright pup, for you I'll stick to calling him Snape. Now, had any fun lately? How are those brilliant twins? They do my prankster heart good."
Relaxing his tense shoulders Harry laughed and started to tell Sirius about Fred and George and all their wild escapades. How they more often than not had the whole castle tipping on their toes.
Sirius was roaring with laughter at the latest prank involving fireworks when Hermione and Draco entered the room. The girl paused, books in her arms. "Oh! We didn't know you were here Harry."
Harry's eyebrow rose. "It's alright, just having a chat with Snuffles. We're all but done though." He turned back to the fire. "Thank's for talking to me Sirius, it means a lot."
"Hey you're my pup, no thanks necessary. You take care of yourself."
Harry smiled again and was just about to answer Sirius when Draco interrupted him with a confused look on his aristocratic face. "Excuse me but why in the world do you call Potter pup?" Draco itched to add 'I know he's a mongrel but why make it public?' but he managed to hold his tongue, in fact he was quite proud of himself for that.
Sirius grinned rather canidly at Draco. "I'm an animagus, just like Harry's dad. My form is a black dog so it's pup or Prongslet and he protests the Prongslet." The man turned his smile back on Harry. "And if I called him fawn he'd probably hex me into next week."
Hermione leaned over to whisper into Draco's ear. "Sirius, Harry's dad, Remus Lupin and one other were sort of like Fred and George multiplied. The other three became animagi to keep Lupin company during the full moon. Harry's dad was a stag."
"I see." Draco looked very thoughtful as he nodded goodbye to Sirius while listening to all kinds of threats from Harry about what he would do if Sirius called him fawn. Draco's favorite was hexing his balls off and attaching them to his forehead. So all of them had been unregistered animagi...Hmm, that was something worth thinking about.
Sirius laughed at Harry's creative threats. "Okay, okay I will never call you fawn." He grimaced as he heard Narcissa's demanding voice calling for his assistance in moving a couch. "Well back to the insanity. I'll talk to you again soon Harry."
"Absolutely." Harry nodded. "Stay safe and stay out of trouble."
"Please tell Mother hello from me." Draco added before they ended the fire call, his mind still turning over the animagus news.
"Will do." With that Sirius popped out of the fire and went to do his cousin's bidding.
Hermione chuckled and went to the plush green couch that was in the room. "I thought you had lessons with Snape tonight Harry?"
"Yeah well...It ended early." Harry got up from in front of the fireplace and dusted himself off. "I'll get out of your hair and leave you to your lesson. Good luck." Harry slapped on a smile and gathered his discarded bag.
The girl's brow wrinkled in concern as she caught the hesitation and a flicker over Harry's face but she didn't say anything, recognizing the stubborn set to her friend's jaw. "Alright then. Are you heading back to the common room? I think Ron's in there trying to decimate Neville at chess."
"Not sure...Probably." Harry shrugged. "I might take a little walk, go see Hedwig, regardless I'll be back later so see you then." He waved at both Hermione and Draco and slipped out the door.
"So is it just me or was Potter even weirder than usual?" Draco watched after Harry with an arched eyebrow.
She shook her head. "Not just you. Something's bothering him but he's not ready to talk about it. Something must have happened in the dungeons."
Draco furrowed his brow. "Well you know him better then I do...I don't think Snape would have let anything happen to him or done anything to him though." He took off his robes and hung them over the back of a chair, Draco had learned the hard way that working in his shirtsleeves was the smartest thing when working with Hermione's devil contraptions. "So what are we covering today?"
She gestured to a box at her side. "Mobile phones." The box was full of the small electronics and she had a small shield spell at the ready as she knew for certain that there would be explosions for this one.
Draco's eyes were wide and filled with horror. "You really want to see me dead don't you. You might as well admit it." He lifted one of the small square items out of the box gingerly and jumped backwards when it made some sort of screeching sound.
Hermione used a quick levitation spell to keep it from falling to the floor. "Just an 'incoming' call. Of course there's not really anyone calling, it's just set up to make and receive calls so you can learn how to answer and make calls on one of them. And if I wanted to see you dead I'd petrify you, stick your body near the acromantula nest in the forbidden forest, and leave you there. No body means no chance of getting in trouble, claiming a lesson 'accident' would be troublesome as an inquiry would be made that could reveal the truth. A 'disappearance' is a better bet." The girl shrugged, well aware that she was using Slytherin logic.
"Hmm, just liking to see me suffer then." Draco said with a small grin and held the phone between his fingertips, keeping it as far away from his body as possible. Secretly he was very impressed by her deviousness, impressed and amused.
"Well not really, though I have to admit sometimes you have some interesting reactions. Mobile phones are on the syllabus so here we are. You'll have to hold that up to your ear once you answer you know, just like a regular phone." They'd covered landline phones from the oldest to most recent so he already knew how to answer a regular phone. Which would help.
"What is the difference between the other phones and the mobile ones?" Draco studied the phone carefully before placing it against his ear and quickly removing it again. "Some of the other phones we tried didn't have the tube that connected it to the wall either." Draco found the idea of a phone fascinating, it was a rather clever way of keeping in touch with people. All the different buttons and numbers that you had to dial were complicated though.
"The cordless phones still need the dock in the wall connected to the phoneline. Mobile phones don't need that to work plus they have a few other features. We'll go through them but to start, making a call." She coached him through making and receiving calls then in his least favorite thing, programing various things into the phone. They made it through programing in contacts but when they reached setting the ringtone for a contact the first phone went up in pieces. Hermione's shield spell worked like a charm and she went over to her bag pulling out a bottle of butterbeer for the blond.
Draco had practically fallen into one of the plush wingback chairs. His tie was loosened and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked like he had gone ten rounds against a raging bull and he looked up at Hermione with pleading eyes when she brought the bottle which he gratefully accepted. "Why is there a need for different ringtones? Why can't it just make the same beeping noise all the time?"
She settled into the chair across from him. "Identification and, in some cases, humor value. For example, someone like Ron might use this," she flicked her wand and had one of the phones playing the first four lines Mr. Grinch, "for Professor Snape."
"I don't get it?" Draco didn't understand why Weasley would use that music for Snape and what it meant. "Why would Weasley use that?"
"It's just the lyrics and the cartoon they're connected to. To Ron and a great many other Gryffindors Professor Snape is very much 'mean, a heel, cuddly as a cactus, and charming as an eel'." She lifted a shoulder in a light shrug. "A 'grinch' is a basically grumpy, mean-spirited person. I don't think Snape is mean-spirited personally, he's just somewhat," she paused to find the right term, "avoidant and has no patience for incompetence. I really can't blame him either considering what happens when a potion is brewed incorrectly. And he did warn us in first year."
Draco chuckled when he finally understood the lyrics after Hermione explained them to him. "You're right about the potions but other than that you don't need to defend Snape. His the head of my house and my godfather, I respect him more than anyone but even I can admit that the man is a grump...In fact he has taken grumpiness and moodyness to an entirely new level."
"I'm not really defending him. It's just I know that there are reasons most people turn out the way they are. Some are rotten to the core from birth but most are turned that way by events in their lives." She traced a pattern on the arm of her chair with a finger. "It's none of my business what Professor Snape has gone through in his life and I just don't feel I have a right to judge him for his personality without knowing why he acts as he does."
He blinked in surprise, a bit floored by her perceptiveness. "You are absolutely right Granger. It doesn't just apply to Snape but to people at large. I'm only starting to learn that and I'm sure I need every reminder I can get." He bowed his head to her before he sighed deeply. "Okay back in the ring, isn't that what they say? I shall do this." He grabbed a phone and started pushing buttons feverishly.
Hermione smiled and reached out to tap his knee. "Slow down, it's not a race. Now just bring up a contact and," she patiently went about leading him through the process again, still a bit worried about Harry but she knew he'd tell her or Ron when he was ready.
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