Love Makes The World Go \'Round

A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews. This is another opening/transition chapter.

My hand is a little sore after carving the fourteenth notch on my tree.

I’ve been here with Mr. Potter for two weeks and if memory serves me right it should be Friday the first of November.

Potter seems to be enjoying himself; at least one of us is. I personally can’t wait, and hope I will be able to get back to my old life. Even though I do enjoy not having to listen to orders form two different fools I miss my cauldrons, my potions, I even miss my Slytherins. I never thought I’d admit to like being a teacher. Truth is I never really have. However, there is an undeniable sense of pride when a child, although it’s usually one out of a thousand, learns something you taught them. It’s a look they get in their eyes when they finally understand something that makes teaching somewhat bearable and makes me smile; although it usually only comes out as a sneer.

Though in general, I don’t know why I actually miss the insolents; they all believe that I am a greasy mean git. Although I can’t blame them, it is true that I can act like a git and I am a little greasy-er- only my hair of course- which I blame on my father; his hair was even greasier than mine. I once had a counselor who told me to stop blaming everything on my father, but how can I not when it’s him, who clearly gave me my dark greasy hair, my dark beady eyes, and even my damned hooked nose.

Anyway, back to my students- I am only “mean” to them for their own good. As a student, the professors I learned the most from were the ones that were hard on their students. I know that if I constantly breathe down my students’ necks they will learn how to think under pressure. Besides, it’s not like their class grade will have much impact on their life; it really is only their OWL score that will get them into NEWT Potions and then their NEWT scores that will land them an ideal job.

Everyone says that I am harder on the Gryffindors, and that is true, and though it’s partly because I hate Gryffindors it is partly because, as they are insufferable and have an idiotic need to act brave, they will most likely end up in the most intense situations which will require them to think quickly. I don’t have to worry about that with my Slytherins of course- unless they decided to join the Death Eaters- as their cunning behaviors will usually land them a job like minister or at least part of the school board.

“Morning.” Potter tells me sleepily. He’s been waking up earlier every day. Perhaps soon he’ll be getting up at dawn along with me which would be good because if we ever do get back to Hogwarts he won’t spend so much time sleeping and will have more time for studying.

I only nod my head in response to him.

I’ve always been hard on him, and I’ll admit that it isn’t only because he will have to deal with the most difficult situations, more difficult than any other wizard his age but also because I despise his father, and he is a Gryffindor after all. But If Potter had been in Slytherin, Dumbledore insists he almost was, then I might have gone a little easier on him at least 5 percent less. Luckily for him, I am going easier on him now that we are here.

“Aren’t you going to go for a dip.” He yawns.

I smirk, though I hate to admit it but he looks so adorable when he’s just waken up. Like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. *Snort* I wonder what people would think if they knew that I like kittens, for reasons other than using them in potions.

I first noticed Potter’s kitten-like qualities during the first week we were here. He fell into a hole, though he insists it was a cliff, and I ended up having to take care of him. It of course was his own fault, him and his Gryffindor stubbornness, but I can’t be held entirely unaccountable as it was I who he was grumbling about and walking away from. After his fall I decided that it would be best, for both our safeties and sanities, if I stopped barking orders at him and provoking him. For the first couple of days he stayed in, ‘ready to pounce\' mode, but eventually he began to let down his guard and trust me and he even started to listen to my advice. Because of his ankle Potter had to stay lying down for the better part of three days. I however was not going to allow him just to lazy around. So, I told him to sew clothes out of various furs that I would bring him. At night his ankle would hurt due to the cold and he moaned all through the night. Being a light sleeper he kept me up and I ended up just watching him sleep. After staring at him for awhile I noticed that he didn’t look like the gruff James Potter did but looked more like an adorable kitten; a black one with pretty green eyes.

“I’ve taken mine already, I suggest you take yours.” I tell him finally.

“But I never….” Nope he never bathes in the morning.

“We are leaving today and I don’t know if there will be a water source available where we go.” I tell him sternly.

“Leaving?” He asks me stupidly..

“It’s our two week anniversary.” I tell him sweetly and he blushes. I think he’s still having a hard time with my friendlier attitude towards him. I hope he knows that it’s not that my feelings have changed for him, but instead a survival technique.

“Oh. Wow, we’ve been here a long time.”

I nod and begin cleaning out our area. Once Potter is done with his shower, we pack our things, including a handmade knife which makes me feel rather silly, I’m a wizard! not a bloody caveman, and leave. We head South. Why? Because I said so.

“Goodbye Albus!” He yells to the camp as we leave. I can only cringe.

Camp Albus. Yes that insufferable brat decided to name the place we appeared at; obviously he choose the name Camp Albus. I had thought it was bad enough to name the whole damn forest, Wondering Trout, a name that doesn’t even make sense.

As we walk I tell him, “Do not go off trail.” The last thing I need is for him to get another twisted ankle. It’s a peaceful day, a bit on the cooler side which is precisely why we have to find out if there is anyone out there who can help us; it may snow soon.

After a while he yells at me, “Hey Professor, Look at this!”

I turn around to see him a bit off to my right. Damn boy went off trail, I swear he is irritating. I give him a glare that clearly says, “I’m not interested,” and he gets back on trail silently.

I smile to myself. He is most pleasant company when he is not speaking and even better company when I don’t have to look at him.

Suddenly he starts speaking again, “Eww.” I turn around and see that he went off trail- again. Why doesn’t he just listen to me? If he isn’t going to listen I wish he would just go away for awhile, at least then I’d be able to masturbate.

“Eww?” I ask.

“Those two squirrels are humping! Yuck!” He tells me before getting back on the path.

I look and yes he’s right, it is yuck. However I bet if it had been two male squirrels Potter would have asked if we could stay for the show.

I believe it was during our second day here that I told him I was gay. At first I thought he was going to have a heart attack, he stayed silent for over three hours but eventually he looked at me, blushed and then said, “Yeah me too. I like guys too.” To say I was shocked would be a complete understatement. I find it funny that there finally is a truthful yet scandalous bit of information pertaining to Potter and the Daily Prophet was clueless.

When I first met him I thought we’d never have something in common. But as time went on and especially now I see that we have much in common. For example both of us had crappy childhoods, we both are linked to the Dark Lord, we both went to Hogwarts, we both have strong feelings for Black, personally I love the color and hate the dog while Potter seems to love his dogfather and be indifferent about the color.

It is past midday now and we have had no sign of human life. I can hear his stomach grumbling and although I agree I am a more controlled in hiding hunger.

I smirk when I see Potter run slightly ahead of me. I don’t know what his hurry is; carrying too much energy I suppose.

“Professor! Professor! Look!” He shouts. He is looking over a hill.

I slowly walk towards him and look over the hill.

It seems that there is a town. There are many rundown buildings and it looks as if a giant went rampant on the town but there is no sign of people.

After a two mile walk downhill we are finally there. Even though most of the towns’ buildings were demolished there is one that is mostly intact.

We walk in. It’s a library. There are not many books but it looks like at one time there were. The books seem to call my name and I have the sudden urge to gather some for the journey.

Potter of course interrupts my thoughts, “Let’s go back to Camp Albus, there is obviously no one here.”

He is right perhaps we should have gone in a different direction. I nod to him and with one sad look at the books we head back to Albus.

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It’s November 13th. It hasn’t started to snow yet but it is beginning to get bitterly cold. Every morning, there is frost on the ground, and the berries have become sparser

We’ve been working extra hard lately preparing for winter. Smoking rabbit meat, and making new tools. I’ve spent some time searching for something that we could use as shelter and have yet to find anything; I may have to just make some.

After spending the first half of the day preparing for winter and the rest, eating and relaxing and having some rather friendly conversations. It’s been nice I’ll admit. He isn’t as idiotic as I once thought and I think he’s really grown up in the last month.

“I’m back.” Potter tells me as he struts back into camp with a pile of wood in arms.

“Good, just put it over there.” I say pointing to a small gathering of wood.

“Ok. You know what I saw?”

“Hmm.”

“Humpty.” He smiles, “He was just hooting and cooing and just being all cute.”

I roll my eyes. One day, while hunting, we came across a rather noisy Owl. And of course, Potter named the bloody thing; he named it Humpty
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“So,” I ask with a smirk once he sits down for lunch, “Who is the weirdest person you’ve ever made out with?”

“What?!” I love to shock him with my random questions.

“Who was the weirdest person you’ve ever made out with?” I ask again.

“um, I guess Ginny Weasley.” He replies hesitantly.

“Miss. Weasley?” I’m rather shocked, I thought he was going to say Draco Malfoy or Gregory Goyle or someone like that.

“Hey! She’s not that bad…for a girl.”

I snort and hand him a bowl of the soup I was making.

“Thanks,” He smiles, “So, who was your weirdest?”

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“Aw come on! Tell me, it’s probably like Lucius Malfoy or something” He laughs.

“Remus Lupin.” I say and then immediately shove a spoon of the fish soup in my mouth.

“What!”

“It was Remus Lupin.\" I say with a smirk.

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t freak out it was only experimentation. And it certainly wasn’t now that we are old. We were students at the time, and it’s not as if we went any farther then kissing. I didn’t fuck the werewolf.”

“…”

“but like I said it was rather weird. He was all fidgety and quite frankly he kissed like a girl.”

“Oh my God!” Potter screams again.

I roll my eyes and continue to eat. There are still a few hours of light left and we can go hunting together after lunch.

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Altogether we collected 2 rabbits and one bird. I will take care of them tomorrow. “I’m going to go take a dip.” He tells me. He’s sweaty and looks sticky. It’s a rather disturbing sight.

I nod and clean up our camp area. It was not a very productive day but it was nice.

When he comes back he is shivering and with chattering teeth tells me, “It was freezing!” he looks like he didn’t take the time out to dry himself properly.

“I told you that you might want to start taking your dip in the morning.”

He only smiles in return and then lies down on the cape that I gave him just under a month ago.

“G’night Professor.” He says cutely and then cuddles into the cape.

“Goodnight.” I say and watch him fall asleep.

TBC…

A/N:
Next time: It snows. Harry plans for Christmas while Severus builds shelter. Also, the boys decided to go back and gather reading material from the old library.

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