errorYou must be logged in to review this story.
Reunion
folder
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,736
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,736
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Surprise Reunion
~ Disclaimer: I own nothing but what springs from my imagination. Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Hogwarts, and the rest of the Potterverse are the property and the children of JK Rowling. ~
Just a short fic (a few short chapters at most, unless it morphs into something out of my hands, which is known to happen) to keep me busy writing, and to keep the celticwitch Potterverse fresh in your memories!
Reunion
Chapter 1: A Surprise Reunion
Remus Lupin was bored. It was a Hogsmeade Weekend and thus the village was full of students. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that his friend and fellow professor Severus Snape was rubbing off on him. He didn’t want to see any students on his days off. He certainly didn’t want them invading his private time. He usually didn’t feel this way, but for some reason, this weekend, he did. He looked around his quarters and sighed. He’d already been running. He’d finished grading the papers for all his classes. He’d already finished reading the book he started several days ago. He considered wandering down to the Quidditch Pitch and maybe flying around the stadium. Maybe that would give him something to do. He hadn’t flown in a long time. With another sigh, he pulled on his Muggle sneakers and left his quarters, nodding to the 1st and 2nd years that remained in the castle as he went.
As he approached the Quidditch Pitch, he heard voices. The voices were familiar.
“C’mon now Harry,” one voice said, “surely you can grab hold of that snitch, Mr. Pro Quidditch Player.”
“What are you doing to it, Ron? Damn you, Weasley, put away that wand,” laughed the other voice.
Remus hurried his steps and entered the stadium, looking up, he saw two former students, who had now morphed into friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. He smiled up at them and gave a quick wave as he sat on a bench and waited for them to alight. They both landed their brooms and hurried over to him.
“Remus, good to see you,” said Ron, “understand you had a bit of a run-in with Lucius Malfoy a few weeks back.”
“Good to see you, too Ron, and you yet again Harry. Yeah, the Malfoys kind of almost caught us with our pants down. Caught Sev with a port key, then used some horrendous sounding spell on Ariah, Lucius got pecked to death by a bunch of ravens, Ariah was cured of the curse by her goddess sisters, and one of the ravens was given the chance to be human again and refused.”
Ron rubbed his temples, “That made my head hurt,” he said.
“Sounds like all in a days’ work for you there, Remus,” laughed Harry.
“Now,” said Ron, “Sev would be Snape, I presume?”
“And Ariah…Professor Morrigan? I’d heard she was back. Her sisters are goddesses?” asked Harry.
“Actually, she was part of the Morrigan. Very cool lady,” said Remus, “she’s become quite a good friend. Her and Severus both.”
“Has Snape mellowed?” questioned Ron.
“Not too much,” answered Remus with a grin, “he can still be, in the words of Ariah, an ‘insufferable twit’, but all in all, he’s a good man. Just don’t tell him I told you. Of course, he did threaten to flay me alive once, something about needing a wolf skin rug.”
“THAT sounds like Snape,” said Ron.
“So, how’s the Ministry, Ron?”
“Same as usual, nothing much going on these days. Still trying to clean up the mess from Voldemort,” replied Ron.
“That’ll take a few years,” said Harry.
“And where’s your better third?” asked Remus, looking around.
“Hermione?” asked Ron, “She’s actually in Hogsmeade shopping. You know how much she loves Quidditch; she was looking for any excuse not to have to be here at this moment. She’ll be along later on. She’s dying to see Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey.”
“What brings you here this weekend?”
“We acly dly decided to finally take Professor Dumbledore up on his offer to come back for the weekend. He didn’t tell you? There are several of us due here today,” explained Harry, “Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Ernie MacMillan, Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood…”
“Great Gods, Severus is going to give birth to a royal conniption fit, all those non-Slytherin types cluttering up the hallways,” laughed Remus, “Ariah’s going to have her work cut out for her tonight.”
“Hang on. Snape and Professor Morrigan are…” began Harry.
“Very much so,” answered Remus, laughing at Ron’s shudder, “It’s a long story and not mine to tell,” explained Remus, “suffice it to say that there’s a lot more to their relationship than meets eye eye. I dare say she knows him better than anyone else.”
“Still,” said Ron, “thinking about Snape with a woman is scary as, well, potions class was.”
“So, Remus,” said Harry with a sly smile, “what are you doing around these parts of the grounds? Fancy some Quidditch?”
“Just let me get a broom,” said Remus, grinning. He grabbed a broom from the spare brooms in the locker room and joined Harry and Ron for a raucous game of 3-man Quidditch until their stomachs told them it was time for lunch, or rather Ron’s stomach told them via a loud gurgle.
“Some things never change,” laughed Harry, landing his broom and taking it in his hand. Ron and Remus followed suit and the trio headed back to the castle, racing their way there.
They entered the Great Hall just in time for lunch. Albus had set up a table adjacent to the staff table for the returning students. Ron and Harry slid into seats on either side of Hermione.
“Wonder where Snape is,” said Ron, “I wouldn’t mind seeing the old git again.”
“Unfortunately,” said the dark voice from behind Ron, “the old git has other plans for lunch.”
Ron wheeled around to find himself face to face to Severus. He turned red while Harry laughed. Hermione just looked at her former potions professor with a strange look on her face.
“Oh, do stop gaping, Miss Granger, it’s no more becoming now than it was two years ago,” said Severus. What had confounded Hermione was the look she had seen in his eyes when he spoke to Ron, and loo look she saw in his eyes as he spoke to her. It wasn’t the dark menacing glare she remembered from school. There was something else…mischief.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled at Severus, “It’s so good to see you again, Professor Snape. I was wondering, if you had some free time later on…”
“You’d like to discuss getting a recommendation for the advanced Potions Curriculum at the University,” he interrupted, “my office, 4:00 sharp. If you’re late, Miss Granger, I more than likely will not be there.”
Hermione shook her head. The more he appeared to change, the more he appeared to stay the same. She watched as he spoke briefly to Remus, then made his apologies to Professor Dumbledore, and walked out of the Great Hall. While he was walking away, it hit her what was so different, besides the mirth in his eyes. Severus Snape was not wearing his usual robes; instead he was dressed in black trousers and a crisp white shirt. His hair didn’t have the oily sheen she remembered from school and he looked somehow younger. She sighed and was awfully glad he didn’t look like he did now when she was a student. She would never have gotten through a potions class. He looked almost, dare she think it, dashing.
“Stop staring at Snapeisseissed Ron, “Just because he looks better now that he’s not being tortured on a regular basis doesn’t make him Hogwarts resident answer to the former glory of Guilderoy Lockhart.”
“He does look rather handsome, doesn’t he?” remarked Lavender Brown.
“More relaxed,” agreed Parvati Patil.
“Oh for crying out loud, he’s still Professor Snape,” said Ron, with an air of exasperation.
“And you still dislike him, even two years after graduation and knowing all he’s done?” Hermione asked.
“I no longer dislike him as intensely as I once did. But he still made potions hell for us and I’ll never get over that. Right Neville?”
“I don’t know,” Neville answered thoughtfully, “if it weren’t for Professor Snape, I wouldn’t have discovered my love of herbology.”
“I didn’t know that Professor Snape encouraged your interest in herbology,” remarked Hermione.
“He didn’t actually encourage it, he just made potions so bloody hard that repotting mandrakes and milking bubotuber pus seemed like a day at the shore,” answered Neville with a half smile.
“Remember your teeth, Hermione?” asked Harry with a grin.
“’I see no difference’,” laughed Ron, doing a spot on impression of Professor Snape, “you were ready to KILL him.”
“And remember the time you melted that cauldron, Neville,” said Parvati, “and Snape just glared at you for ten minutes before he asked in that scary quiet voice ‘does your grandmother own stock in a cauldron company, Longbottom? If not, I suggest she buy now and recoup the cost of constantly replacing the cauldrons you see fit to destroy on a weekly basis’.”
“Or the time in my class,” interjected Oliver Wood, “when one of the Slytherin beaters added the wrong ingredient to a potion and the room smelled like vomit. Snape told us all to stop complaining, then said ‘if you think it’s bad for you lot, think how bad it is for me, standing in the middle of a classroom that smells like the 7th year lavatories after a Hogsmeade Weekend.’”
“Oh my,” said Hermione, giggling.
“What?” asked Harry.
“Do you realize something? Snape was actually funny. We just didn’t get it at the time.”
“We were all too busy being scared of him to notice that he had quite a biting wit,” agreed Cho Chang, smil “an “and I learned so much in his classes.”
“Me too,” agreed Ernie MacMillan, amidst other nods, “I also learned that it is ‘quite dangerous to mix tears of humiliation and failure with motherwort in a simple wound healing potion’.”
The former students burst into peals of laughter, causing the younger current students present to look at them with a longing that they could make friends that would last through 7 years of school, a war, and the peace that followed.
Just a short fic (a few short chapters at most, unless it morphs into something out of my hands, which is known to happen) to keep me busy writing, and to keep the celticwitch Potterverse fresh in your memories!
Reunion
Chapter 1: A Surprise Reunion
Remus Lupin was bored. It was a Hogsmeade Weekend and thus the village was full of students. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that his friend and fellow professor Severus Snape was rubbing off on him. He didn’t want to see any students on his days off. He certainly didn’t want them invading his private time. He usually didn’t feel this way, but for some reason, this weekend, he did. He looked around his quarters and sighed. He’d already been running. He’d finished grading the papers for all his classes. He’d already finished reading the book he started several days ago. He considered wandering down to the Quidditch Pitch and maybe flying around the stadium. Maybe that would give him something to do. He hadn’t flown in a long time. With another sigh, he pulled on his Muggle sneakers and left his quarters, nodding to the 1st and 2nd years that remained in the castle as he went.
As he approached the Quidditch Pitch, he heard voices. The voices were familiar.
“C’mon now Harry,” one voice said, “surely you can grab hold of that snitch, Mr. Pro Quidditch Player.”
“What are you doing to it, Ron? Damn you, Weasley, put away that wand,” laughed the other voice.
Remus hurried his steps and entered the stadium, looking up, he saw two former students, who had now morphed into friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. He smiled up at them and gave a quick wave as he sat on a bench and waited for them to alight. They both landed their brooms and hurried over to him.
“Remus, good to see you,” said Ron, “understand you had a bit of a run-in with Lucius Malfoy a few weeks back.”
“Good to see you, too Ron, and you yet again Harry. Yeah, the Malfoys kind of almost caught us with our pants down. Caught Sev with a port key, then used some horrendous sounding spell on Ariah, Lucius got pecked to death by a bunch of ravens, Ariah was cured of the curse by her goddess sisters, and one of the ravens was given the chance to be human again and refused.”
Ron rubbed his temples, “That made my head hurt,” he said.
“Sounds like all in a days’ work for you there, Remus,” laughed Harry.
“Now,” said Ron, “Sev would be Snape, I presume?”
“And Ariah…Professor Morrigan? I’d heard she was back. Her sisters are goddesses?” asked Harry.
“Actually, she was part of the Morrigan. Very cool lady,” said Remus, “she’s become quite a good friend. Her and Severus both.”
“Has Snape mellowed?” questioned Ron.
“Not too much,” answered Remus with a grin, “he can still be, in the words of Ariah, an ‘insufferable twit’, but all in all, he’s a good man. Just don’t tell him I told you. Of course, he did threaten to flay me alive once, something about needing a wolf skin rug.”
“THAT sounds like Snape,” said Ron.
“So, how’s the Ministry, Ron?”
“Same as usual, nothing much going on these days. Still trying to clean up the mess from Voldemort,” replied Ron.
“That’ll take a few years,” said Harry.
“And where’s your better third?” asked Remus, looking around.
“Hermione?” asked Ron, “She’s actually in Hogsmeade shopping. You know how much she loves Quidditch; she was looking for any excuse not to have to be here at this moment. She’ll be along later on. She’s dying to see Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey.”
“What brings you here this weekend?”
“We acly dly decided to finally take Professor Dumbledore up on his offer to come back for the weekend. He didn’t tell you? There are several of us due here today,” explained Harry, “Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Ernie MacMillan, Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood…”
“Great Gods, Severus is going to give birth to a royal conniption fit, all those non-Slytherin types cluttering up the hallways,” laughed Remus, “Ariah’s going to have her work cut out for her tonight.”
“Hang on. Snape and Professor Morrigan are…” began Harry.
“Very much so,” answered Remus, laughing at Ron’s shudder, “It’s a long story and not mine to tell,” explained Remus, “suffice it to say that there’s a lot more to their relationship than meets eye eye. I dare say she knows him better than anyone else.”
“Still,” said Ron, “thinking about Snape with a woman is scary as, well, potions class was.”
“So, Remus,” said Harry with a sly smile, “what are you doing around these parts of the grounds? Fancy some Quidditch?”
“Just let me get a broom,” said Remus, grinning. He grabbed a broom from the spare brooms in the locker room and joined Harry and Ron for a raucous game of 3-man Quidditch until their stomachs told them it was time for lunch, or rather Ron’s stomach told them via a loud gurgle.
“Some things never change,” laughed Harry, landing his broom and taking it in his hand. Ron and Remus followed suit and the trio headed back to the castle, racing their way there.
They entered the Great Hall just in time for lunch. Albus had set up a table adjacent to the staff table for the returning students. Ron and Harry slid into seats on either side of Hermione.
“Wonder where Snape is,” said Ron, “I wouldn’t mind seeing the old git again.”
“Unfortunately,” said the dark voice from behind Ron, “the old git has other plans for lunch.”
Ron wheeled around to find himself face to face to Severus. He turned red while Harry laughed. Hermione just looked at her former potions professor with a strange look on her face.
“Oh, do stop gaping, Miss Granger, it’s no more becoming now than it was two years ago,” said Severus. What had confounded Hermione was the look she had seen in his eyes when he spoke to Ron, and loo look she saw in his eyes as he spoke to her. It wasn’t the dark menacing glare she remembered from school. There was something else…mischief.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled at Severus, “It’s so good to see you again, Professor Snape. I was wondering, if you had some free time later on…”
“You’d like to discuss getting a recommendation for the advanced Potions Curriculum at the University,” he interrupted, “my office, 4:00 sharp. If you’re late, Miss Granger, I more than likely will not be there.”
Hermione shook her head. The more he appeared to change, the more he appeared to stay the same. She watched as he spoke briefly to Remus, then made his apologies to Professor Dumbledore, and walked out of the Great Hall. While he was walking away, it hit her what was so different, besides the mirth in his eyes. Severus Snape was not wearing his usual robes; instead he was dressed in black trousers and a crisp white shirt. His hair didn’t have the oily sheen she remembered from school and he looked somehow younger. She sighed and was awfully glad he didn’t look like he did now when she was a student. She would never have gotten through a potions class. He looked almost, dare she think it, dashing.
“Stop staring at Snapeisseissed Ron, “Just because he looks better now that he’s not being tortured on a regular basis doesn’t make him Hogwarts resident answer to the former glory of Guilderoy Lockhart.”
“He does look rather handsome, doesn’t he?” remarked Lavender Brown.
“More relaxed,” agreed Parvati Patil.
“Oh for crying out loud, he’s still Professor Snape,” said Ron, with an air of exasperation.
“And you still dislike him, even two years after graduation and knowing all he’s done?” Hermione asked.
“I no longer dislike him as intensely as I once did. But he still made potions hell for us and I’ll never get over that. Right Neville?”
“I don’t know,” Neville answered thoughtfully, “if it weren’t for Professor Snape, I wouldn’t have discovered my love of herbology.”
“I didn’t know that Professor Snape encouraged your interest in herbology,” remarked Hermione.
“He didn’t actually encourage it, he just made potions so bloody hard that repotting mandrakes and milking bubotuber pus seemed like a day at the shore,” answered Neville with a half smile.
“Remember your teeth, Hermione?” asked Harry with a grin.
“’I see no difference’,” laughed Ron, doing a spot on impression of Professor Snape, “you were ready to KILL him.”
“And remember the time you melted that cauldron, Neville,” said Parvati, “and Snape just glared at you for ten minutes before he asked in that scary quiet voice ‘does your grandmother own stock in a cauldron company, Longbottom? If not, I suggest she buy now and recoup the cost of constantly replacing the cauldrons you see fit to destroy on a weekly basis’.”
“Or the time in my class,” interjected Oliver Wood, “when one of the Slytherin beaters added the wrong ingredient to a potion and the room smelled like vomit. Snape told us all to stop complaining, then said ‘if you think it’s bad for you lot, think how bad it is for me, standing in the middle of a classroom that smells like the 7th year lavatories after a Hogsmeade Weekend.’”
“Oh my,” said Hermione, giggling.
“What?” asked Harry.
“Do you realize something? Snape was actually funny. We just didn’t get it at the time.”
“We were all too busy being scared of him to notice that he had quite a biting wit,” agreed Cho Chang, smil “an “and I learned so much in his classes.”
“Me too,” agreed Ernie MacMillan, amidst other nods, “I also learned that it is ‘quite dangerous to mix tears of humiliation and failure with motherwort in a simple wound healing potion’.”
The former students burst into peals of laughter, causing the younger current students present to look at them with a longing that they could make friends that would last through 7 years of school, a war, and the peace that followed.