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Adult ++
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7
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9,694
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51
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Letters and Thoughts
A timeline has been requested, so here it is:
1980 – Harry was born. Around same time Severus defected to the light
1981 – Potters were attacked and Voldemort was defeated
1991 – Harry started to attend Hogwarts
1996 – (Summer) Harry returns to Dursleys at end of 5th year and starts working at The Silver Meadow (age 15)
1997 – (Summer) Now: after 6th year, 3 more weeks till Sept 1st and Harry’s 7th and final year at Hogwarts (age 17 – as it is past July 31st)
Side note: Snape is 19 when he joined the light side assuming he is the same age as James and Lily Potter, and thus, 36 in the story. If my calculations are correct.
Hope that clears it all up, on with the story!
Chapter 3
Letters and Thoughts
A tense silence descended between the two as Harry finished his story. Try as he might, Harry couldn’t tell what the Potion’s Master was thinking at the moment, his face was devoid of all emotions. What he wouldn’t give to be able to read minds right now, just to get rid of the nagging unease and the possibility of being revealed to Dumbledore.
Although Harry had forgiven the Headmaster for the secrets of the Prophecy he was not completely over his grudge of the Professor’s cold attitude towards him in Fifth year. He understood the need for the Leader of Hogwarts to avoid Harry when the student was open to prodding from the Dark Lord but did he think that Harry would not understand the reasons for avoiding him? Sometimes, in the middle of the night Harry would wonder, if Professor Dumbledore’s attitude towards him were different in Fifth year, would Harry have been able to prevent Sirius’s death?
His relationship with the Headmaster was never quite the same after Fifth year. They still kept the polite relationship of Headmaster and Student, but Harry never went to the old man for advice or confided in him anymore. Harry sometimes regretted the distance, but he knew that, in this case, once the bridge was crossed and burned, there was no turning back.
Finally Snape snarled, “You expect me to believe you were forced to work here?”
Harry glared back and said plaintively, “Well, yes. It’s the truth isn’t it?”
Snape snorted, “And why should I believe you told me the truth, Mr. Potter?”
“You were threatening to tell Dumbledore, I expect you still would, not that I care. But if I did get kicked out of Private Drive then you can be the one to explain to the Headmaster.”
“Are you threatening me?” The Potion’s Master snapped, his voice soft and dangerous.
“No.” Harry was getting angry as well, what else did he expect from the arrogant and obnoxious Potion’s Professor? “I am merely telling you what would happen had I stopped handing the Dursleys money for my rent.”
Glaring at each other so heatedly neither of them realized that Antoinette had came over urgently. She grabbed Harry’s arm, un-mindful of the tension between student and teacher.
“Esmeralda” she muttered, just loud enough for Severus to catch, though he supposed the words were not meant for his ears, being a spy gave him good hearing. “Your uncle’s just parked the car outside the Meadow. You better hurry and change or he’ll come in and see you like this.”
Severus watched in fascination as Potter paled and rushed with the woman through the door that he suspects led to the back stage and change rooms.
He looked up when someone slammed a glass of water down on his table and saw the bartend that Potter had spoken with earlier glaring down at him. Andrews was not a small man by any measure, his coffee coloured brown eyes stared down at Severus. Standing a little over six feet Severus topped Andrews by two or so inches and would not be intimidated so easily.
“What did you want with Ms. Esmeralda?” Andrews demanded, “You had better not be harassing her, we won’t allow that in here.”
Severus raised his eyebrows curious, so Mr. Potter has a knight in shining armor. “I was not harassing him, if you would kindly remove yourself from my presence. Mr. Potter is a student of mine, I was merely curious as to the reason he is dressed as a female and singing in a bar.”
Andrews drew back, and scratched his head, clearly not expecting that particular answer, “Oh, well then.” He stumbled, “Em told you then?”
“I was given something along the lines of his uncle forcing him to work and the manager of this establishment eventually getting him to sing on stage.” Severus sounded skeptical.
The barkeeper nodded, “that’s right. I met Em myself on his first day of work and was there when he sang that first night on stage not long afterwards.”
Now it was Severus’s turn to be surprised, “He was not lying then?”
“Lying?” Andrews said, “No, that’s no lie. We were all there when his uncle dragged him in to see Gower, the manager.”
“He was only fifteen when he started here” Severus pointed out and Andrews nodded.
“That’s right, the manager wanted nothing to do with it, he said the kid ain’t old enough to work at a bar and all.” Andrews was shaking his head now, “the uncle won’t hear of it, he told us that Harry didn’t have to work at the bar front during the evening, he’s not breaking the law if he’s not dealing with alcohol. ‘Keep him inside washing dishes and doing other chores then.’ Was what Vernon Dursley said, and there was nothing else the manager could say to object, so Harry was hired. Grudgingly, of course, until he started to sing here.”
“I see.” Severus mused; he stored away the information for later use. It seemed Vernon Dursley was indeed desperate for his nephew to work here. He filed all he learned from Andrews away in his mind and stood.
“You’re leaving then?” The barkeep asked as Severus placed the money down.
The Professor nodded, and then asked, “When is Mr. Potter performing next?”
Andrews grinned, “Next Tuesday, he doesn’t do weekends, his uncle needs him to help his aunt with the chores.”
Severus nodded again and turned to leave.
Harry silently cursed himself for not noticing the time, as his argument with Professor Snape had made him forget where he was. Inwardly, he hoped that Snape wouldn’t tell Professor Dumbledore what he had been up to during these last two summers.
He sat silently on the floor behind the front seats of the car, squashed between the back and front seats, Vernon would be damned if he allowed his freak of a nephew sit on the nice plushy leather seats of his new car. Secretly, Harry scoffed at his uncle’s pettiness; this is his fourth new car since Harry’s third year, and Harry doubt it would be the last. If he, Harry, had not ‘cursed’ any of the last three cars, what made Uncle Vernon think he would do anything ‘unnatural’ to this one? Definitely not while he was sitting in it.
When they arrived back in Private Drive, Vernon immediately ordered his freakish nephew up to his room, not wanting the neighbors to see. Harry trudged up to his room and opened it to find that Hedwig had returned from her last delivery. He smiled at his faithful owl and handed her a treat.
“What have you got me girl?” he asked her gently as he opened his letter. Hedwig hooted and ran her beak through his hair lovingly before flapping onto her stand. “A letter from Remus?”
Ever since Sirius’s death Harry and Remus had gotten closer, both understanding each other’s grief and pain. Remus had taken over Sirius’s duty as Harry’s Godfather and the werewolf was determined to make things work between the two. They had spent long nights talking, with Remus telling stories of his childhood with the Marauders a jokes between Sirius, James and himself.
Harry looked back at the letter written in Remus’s neat handwriting.
Hello Harry,
How have you been lately? I would ask if the Dursleys were treating you well, but knowing you, you’d just give me some half minded answer like ‘I’m fine’, so I won’t bother. The full moon just passed two days ago and thanks to Severus’s potions I’m doing better than expected, I know you worry about me during the full moon and all so I thought I’d write to tell you everything is all right.
It’s during times like the full moon that I miss James and Sirius the most. (Harry frowned, Remus was feeling sorry for himself again.) And no, I’m not feeling sorry for myself Harry, I was just reminiscing old times. (Harry grinned ruefully, Remus knew him too well.)
I’ve been told that the Headmaster is planning to have you moved from the Dursleys in a few days or so. He never told me where though and I don’t think it’s going to be to Headquarters. He told us at an order meeting that he has everything already set up and he would be sending you a letter telling you about it.
Dumbledore doesn’t want to risk your whereabouts being known incase someone received wind of it and informed the Dark Lord. But hopefully you’ll be able to send me a letter or two telling me how you’ve settle when you do move from the Dursley’s for the rest of the summer.
That’s all the news I got for you, cub, I’ll be waiting for your reply. Don’t get into too much trouble.
Love
Moony
Harry re-read the letter again before tucking it in the hidden floor compartment. He wondered why Dumbledore would want to move him from the Dursleys and why not the Headquarters?
He prepared for bed, still thinking of the implications of Remus’s letter and fell asleep to the lulling sound of Hedwig’s soft hoots.
TBC
Date: February 2, 2007
Author: Dark Illusions
Word Count: 1537
1980 – Harry was born. Around same time Severus defected to the light
1981 – Potters were attacked and Voldemort was defeated
1991 – Harry started to attend Hogwarts
1996 – (Summer) Harry returns to Dursleys at end of 5th year and starts working at The Silver Meadow (age 15)
1997 – (Summer) Now: after 6th year, 3 more weeks till Sept 1st and Harry’s 7th and final year at Hogwarts (age 17 – as it is past July 31st)
Side note: Snape is 19 when he joined the light side assuming he is the same age as James and Lily Potter, and thus, 36 in the story. If my calculations are correct.
Hope that clears it all up, on with the story!
Chapter 3
Letters and Thoughts
A tense silence descended between the two as Harry finished his story. Try as he might, Harry couldn’t tell what the Potion’s Master was thinking at the moment, his face was devoid of all emotions. What he wouldn’t give to be able to read minds right now, just to get rid of the nagging unease and the possibility of being revealed to Dumbledore.
Although Harry had forgiven the Headmaster for the secrets of the Prophecy he was not completely over his grudge of the Professor’s cold attitude towards him in Fifth year. He understood the need for the Leader of Hogwarts to avoid Harry when the student was open to prodding from the Dark Lord but did he think that Harry would not understand the reasons for avoiding him? Sometimes, in the middle of the night Harry would wonder, if Professor Dumbledore’s attitude towards him were different in Fifth year, would Harry have been able to prevent Sirius’s death?
His relationship with the Headmaster was never quite the same after Fifth year. They still kept the polite relationship of Headmaster and Student, but Harry never went to the old man for advice or confided in him anymore. Harry sometimes regretted the distance, but he knew that, in this case, once the bridge was crossed and burned, there was no turning back.
Finally Snape snarled, “You expect me to believe you were forced to work here?”
Harry glared back and said plaintively, “Well, yes. It’s the truth isn’t it?”
Snape snorted, “And why should I believe you told me the truth, Mr. Potter?”
“You were threatening to tell Dumbledore, I expect you still would, not that I care. But if I did get kicked out of Private Drive then you can be the one to explain to the Headmaster.”
“Are you threatening me?” The Potion’s Master snapped, his voice soft and dangerous.
“No.” Harry was getting angry as well, what else did he expect from the arrogant and obnoxious Potion’s Professor? “I am merely telling you what would happen had I stopped handing the Dursleys money for my rent.”
Glaring at each other so heatedly neither of them realized that Antoinette had came over urgently. She grabbed Harry’s arm, un-mindful of the tension between student and teacher.
“Esmeralda” she muttered, just loud enough for Severus to catch, though he supposed the words were not meant for his ears, being a spy gave him good hearing. “Your uncle’s just parked the car outside the Meadow. You better hurry and change or he’ll come in and see you like this.”
Severus watched in fascination as Potter paled and rushed with the woman through the door that he suspects led to the back stage and change rooms.
He looked up when someone slammed a glass of water down on his table and saw the bartend that Potter had spoken with earlier glaring down at him. Andrews was not a small man by any measure, his coffee coloured brown eyes stared down at Severus. Standing a little over six feet Severus topped Andrews by two or so inches and would not be intimidated so easily.
“What did you want with Ms. Esmeralda?” Andrews demanded, “You had better not be harassing her, we won’t allow that in here.”
Severus raised his eyebrows curious, so Mr. Potter has a knight in shining armor. “I was not harassing him, if you would kindly remove yourself from my presence. Mr. Potter is a student of mine, I was merely curious as to the reason he is dressed as a female and singing in a bar.”
Andrews drew back, and scratched his head, clearly not expecting that particular answer, “Oh, well then.” He stumbled, “Em told you then?”
“I was given something along the lines of his uncle forcing him to work and the manager of this establishment eventually getting him to sing on stage.” Severus sounded skeptical.
The barkeeper nodded, “that’s right. I met Em myself on his first day of work and was there when he sang that first night on stage not long afterwards.”
Now it was Severus’s turn to be surprised, “He was not lying then?”
“Lying?” Andrews said, “No, that’s no lie. We were all there when his uncle dragged him in to see Gower, the manager.”
“He was only fifteen when he started here” Severus pointed out and Andrews nodded.
“That’s right, the manager wanted nothing to do with it, he said the kid ain’t old enough to work at a bar and all.” Andrews was shaking his head now, “the uncle won’t hear of it, he told us that Harry didn’t have to work at the bar front during the evening, he’s not breaking the law if he’s not dealing with alcohol. ‘Keep him inside washing dishes and doing other chores then.’ Was what Vernon Dursley said, and there was nothing else the manager could say to object, so Harry was hired. Grudgingly, of course, until he started to sing here.”
“I see.” Severus mused; he stored away the information for later use. It seemed Vernon Dursley was indeed desperate for his nephew to work here. He filed all he learned from Andrews away in his mind and stood.
“You’re leaving then?” The barkeep asked as Severus placed the money down.
The Professor nodded, and then asked, “When is Mr. Potter performing next?”
Andrews grinned, “Next Tuesday, he doesn’t do weekends, his uncle needs him to help his aunt with the chores.”
Severus nodded again and turned to leave.
Harry silently cursed himself for not noticing the time, as his argument with Professor Snape had made him forget where he was. Inwardly, he hoped that Snape wouldn’t tell Professor Dumbledore what he had been up to during these last two summers.
He sat silently on the floor behind the front seats of the car, squashed between the back and front seats, Vernon would be damned if he allowed his freak of a nephew sit on the nice plushy leather seats of his new car. Secretly, Harry scoffed at his uncle’s pettiness; this is his fourth new car since Harry’s third year, and Harry doubt it would be the last. If he, Harry, had not ‘cursed’ any of the last three cars, what made Uncle Vernon think he would do anything ‘unnatural’ to this one? Definitely not while he was sitting in it.
When they arrived back in Private Drive, Vernon immediately ordered his freakish nephew up to his room, not wanting the neighbors to see. Harry trudged up to his room and opened it to find that Hedwig had returned from her last delivery. He smiled at his faithful owl and handed her a treat.
“What have you got me girl?” he asked her gently as he opened his letter. Hedwig hooted and ran her beak through his hair lovingly before flapping onto her stand. “A letter from Remus?”
Ever since Sirius’s death Harry and Remus had gotten closer, both understanding each other’s grief and pain. Remus had taken over Sirius’s duty as Harry’s Godfather and the werewolf was determined to make things work between the two. They had spent long nights talking, with Remus telling stories of his childhood with the Marauders a jokes between Sirius, James and himself.
Harry looked back at the letter written in Remus’s neat handwriting.
Hello Harry,
How have you been lately? I would ask if the Dursleys were treating you well, but knowing you, you’d just give me some half minded answer like ‘I’m fine’, so I won’t bother. The full moon just passed two days ago and thanks to Severus’s potions I’m doing better than expected, I know you worry about me during the full moon and all so I thought I’d write to tell you everything is all right.
It’s during times like the full moon that I miss James and Sirius the most. (Harry frowned, Remus was feeling sorry for himself again.) And no, I’m not feeling sorry for myself Harry, I was just reminiscing old times. (Harry grinned ruefully, Remus knew him too well.)
I’ve been told that the Headmaster is planning to have you moved from the Dursleys in a few days or so. He never told me where though and I don’t think it’s going to be to Headquarters. He told us at an order meeting that he has everything already set up and he would be sending you a letter telling you about it.
Dumbledore doesn’t want to risk your whereabouts being known incase someone received wind of it and informed the Dark Lord. But hopefully you’ll be able to send me a letter or two telling me how you’ve settle when you do move from the Dursley’s for the rest of the summer.
That’s all the news I got for you, cub, I’ll be waiting for your reply. Don’t get into too much trouble.
Love
Moony
Harry re-read the letter again before tucking it in the hidden floor compartment. He wondered why Dumbledore would want to move him from the Dursleys and why not the Headquarters?
He prepared for bed, still thinking of the implications of Remus’s letter and fell asleep to the lulling sound of Hedwig’s soft hoots.
TBC
Date: February 2, 2007
Author: Dark Illusions
Word Count: 1537