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Severus Snape (professor_snape) wrote in resurrectio_rpg,
@ 2008-09-22 11:09:00

harry/sev
WHO: Harry Potter & Severus Snape
WHERE: Gryffindor
WHEN: Last night.
WHAT: Severus feels like a failure and wants to make sure at least one student is sleeping!
RATING: PG at most.

It felt ironic that Severus Snape got more headaches since the war's end than he ever did prior. He could only chalk it up to the fact that he was so focused on his task that he didn't have time to sit back and listen to the world around him. However, lately? Listening and thinking was all he had left to do. Sometimes he truly felt that he was going insane. Of course, there were plenty of individuals who would claim he already was a nutter, but this all felt different. Snape had cared about a select few his whole life, but he never had to worry about loyalties and trust and all that junk since he never involved himself with too many. As a spy, he really couldn't risk it. Not to mention the fact that he had never been too good at the emotional thing. In recent memory, the only one he had no problems showering with adoration was his beloved godson, Draco, but now he stood to risk even him. To say Severus hadn't a clue as to why Theodore Nott was so upset would have been a lie, but he just didn't know how to step in and fix it without losing whatever ground he had made with Harry and his friends. It was a fine line to walk and Severus never wanted to have to choose. Before the war it had been easy, but damn McGonagall was trying so hard to treat everyone fairly that Severus was left with little reason to blatantly favor his own House anymore. Nonetheless, it would have been remiss to claim he hadn't wanted to gut those making it seem Draco didn't know his way around a wand. In hindsight, Severus wondered if he should have said something; perhaps then Teddy wouldn't have felt the need. Snape couldn't believe it, but he actually admired the blastedly annoying Tonks and her flippant way of sticking up for her young cousin. However, when it had come time to reflect, the Potions Master had realized she had been the only staff member to interfere and for that Severus couldn't help but feel he let Draco, and in turn his House, down.

It was just so hard. Harry wasn't his father. It had taken Severus years to understand that, but his second entry was proof that he was more mature and understanding than James Potter ever had been. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Severus couldn't help caring about Lily's little boy. He always had even if it had been necessary to be the one to toughen the boy up. And to realize Dumbledore's actions toward Harry, in the end, had been just as selfish as they had been toward Snape? Well, Severus couldn't help the kinship he felt toward Harry.

He had never worried about being fair before and it looked like it was going to be even more difficult than he thought. No wonder his bloody head ached!

Severus made a decision. He'd deal with Harry before trying to seek out Theodore. He was quite sure Mrs. Nott would have an owl out demanding to know what was wrong with her son before long, but Severus respected his students' right to stew and contemplate before having adults swooping in. Hence, he pulled out his carefully brewed sleeping potion and headed for Harry's dorm.

He ignored the whispers and stares he got from several sitting in Gryffindor's Common Room, sweeping up to where he assumed Harry would be. He knocked on the door and waited though he was intrigued by the owl that whizzed by with mighty tasty looking biscuits.

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harryj_potter
2008-09-22 11:01 am UTC (link)

There was certainly a feeling of panic in the Gryffindor boys’ dorm, at least in one section - Harry’s to be precise. Scattered all over his bed were books, parchment, ink and quills, some already snapped in frustration. He was further behind than he had realized, mostly thanks to skipping many classes in the past when he had not even had the energy to get out of bed. Wasn’t there some kind of exception? He should have played the ‘hero’ card, no, he wouldn’t do that. Not even now when he felt like he was going to scream and run away. Did he really have to learn? He thought he knew enough to make it in life. Right. Everyone would yell at him for that and he had more than enough yelling to last him a lifetime. No matter what he said, someone was always going to take offense. He just needed to come to terms with it. It really wasn’t his fault that Malfoy was a bloody immature prat. He had started everything between them and if he wasn’t such an arse, Harry would have forgiven him a long time ago. He didn’t prefer holding grudges, they took too much energy and nowadays he did not have any to spare.

Yawning, Harry snatched up his transfiguration book, the words swimming slightly in front of his eyes. The whole ‘not sleeping a wink’ was really getting to him but it was far better than being shook awake from screaming nightmares. He was a ‘nightmare talker’ something that was highly embarrassing to say the least. Even Dudley had heard him a few years back, moaning in his sleep, something that set him off. He didn’t like anyone insulating he was weak or could not handle something. Potters did not back down and did not admit defeat, which was why he had all his books around him and was flat determined. He was going to show all the professors that he could do all the work and was able to apply himself. In the past, he hadn’t really tried, hadn’t really the time, actually. He could handle a lot more than even he knew.

He was angrily tossing a book at the foot of his bed, making him feel better, when there was a knock on the door. He was a little apprehension of opening it with all of Tonk’s prank threats. The biscuits had whizzed in a few moments prior but he hadn’t opened them yet. He had wanted to get the work finished first but that did not seem humanly possible. Merlin. Bloody Merlin.

Sighing deeply, he walked to the door, cautiously turning the knob and sliding it open inch by slow inch. “Professor!” Harry exclaimed when he had the door open just enough to see who was out there. Stepping aside, he pulled the door wide to allow Professor Snape to enter. “What is important enough that you would brave the lair of Gryffindors, Sir?” Harry added, rubbing his nose, not knowing that he smudged ink all over half his face.

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professor_snape
2008-09-22 09:24 pm UTC (link)

Severus simply shook his head before muttering a charm under his breath that attacked Harry's nose with a clean handkerchief. "You should really watch where you put your hands, Mr. Potter." He tried to play off how nervous he felt by pushing past Harry and into the, thankfully, empty bedroom. "What do you think is important enough, child?" Severus beckoned for Harry to close the door and then slid a clear vial out of his pocket. "My nightly entertainment." It was a joke based on their journal exchange, but the issue with Snape making jokes? They never really sounded jovial!

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harryj_potter
2008-09-23 12:27 pm UTC (link)

Harry gasped and instinctively tried to duck away from the spell but to no avail. “Can’t professor,” Harry began to say after the spell finished, “It’d ruin our dynamic. I screw up and you fix it. Can’t deprive you of that.” He barely moved out of the way, as Snape bustled into the room. It was a little odd seeing Snape surrounded by Gryffindor relics. However, he supposed odder things had happened before. Shrugging, Harry closed the door and made his way to sit back on his bed, but not before pulling out the chair for Snape to sit if he wanted too. “I dunno, maybe you just wanted to strut around Gryffindor domain for a bit.” The thought of Snape having a bit of a strut made a very wide smile appear on Harry’s face but he was able to keep the laughter from spilling out. If Harry had not know better Snape’s last statement could have sounded - suggestive to say the least. “Merlin, you should warn a bloke! I have nothing prepared!” He tried to ignore the vial in Snape’s hands. He really didn’t like potions since the taste was dreadful. “Does this one taste better? How hard is it to add strawberry flavor?”

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professor_snape
2008-09-23 06:05 pm UTC (link)

Severus' lips twitched without warning, but, luckily, the man was able to keep his trademark scowl firmly in place. Some might have thought him incapable of genuine smiles, but, truthfully, it was a well practiced art. He didn't enjoy others knowing how he felt and the human face could betray all. For a spy? That could be a matter of life and death. "I do not strut, Mr. Potter." Severus stiffened as he recalled being badgered into dancing at that blasted Ministry ball. Thank Merlin none of the children had been allowed! He could just imagine their smirking little faces. "I walk with pride as any man should." It was a lie. He had a habit of rushing along with his head ducked down even if his eyes remained open and vigilant. Nevertheless, a man could dream -- or be a little deluded when it came to his own person. "And it would be quite difficult. Here's a thought. Study hard and learn how to brew your own potions?" Snape took note of the chair and nodded approvingly. The kid had manners when he wanted, hm? "Thank you, but, first..." He held the vial out again.

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harryj_potter
2008-09-23 06:23 pm UTC (link)

Over the years, Harry hadn’t really been the ‘make others laugh’ bloke. Too much pressure and such had made him more the ‘snap and scream’ bloke. The only ones he had ever really let loose with were the twins. All three of them had laughed for hours on end about foolish matters. Harry missed that more than he would allow himself to think. It didn’t matter anymore since nothing seemed to. But he did enjoy bringing a little happiness Snape’s way. It was odd that he felt closest ties to the one person that had always kept him at arm’s length. Did Snape really care or was he only tolerating Harry because of what he had felt for his mum? “Right, that,” Harry remarked, flopping down onto his bed, upsetting books, quills and ink. “The strut takes certain, you know, to pull off. But if we got you the right robes, could work out.” Harry knew he was teasing and it was a fine line but he had the biggest smile on his face. He had almost forgotten how it felt to smile like this.

“Why, Professor, do you want me to harm myself?” Harry paused, mostly for dramatic effect. “How would you fill all that extra time you spend worry over me?” Harry didn’t believe that to be true and he shrugged to play it off, not wanting to show how important it was that someone did actually care. Snape hadn’t given him much mind before the war, which meant if he did now; it was entirely due to him, not for anything, he had done. It may have been childish but he was only seventeen years old. People wanted him to act much older than he honestly was.

Scowling, Harry took the offered vial, turning it repeatedly between his fingertips. “Don’t mention it,” Harry replied. Sleep did sound rather brilliant but how was he to sleep with all the current troubles? It seemed everyone was mad at him for one reason or another. Looking at Snape, Harry opened his mouth but then closed it, opened it once more but shut it just as fast. Gazing down at his lap, Harry looked much younger than he normally did, more fragile at that as well. “Is it - wrong to speak your mind? Even if it makes others - even if they do not care for it?”

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