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four
THE DEATH DANCER
-CHAPTER FOUR-
BETA: Kitty Anne
INFO: www. livejournal. com /users/ draycious
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"Is this color all right with you? Or would you like me to change it?" Snape asked him coldly when they reached his room. Still, the very fact that he had even asked was a surprising and nice gesture.
"No Sir. I like it the way it is," he said quickly and looked around his new room. Everything was either in black or various shades of green, it was beautiful. Oh no, there wasn't a problem with the colors at all. In fact, he liked them. They made him feel strangely at home. He never understood the childish house rivalry within Hogwarts. Just because you were a Gryffindor you didn't automatically love red and hate green. Colors are colors, there's nothing more to it.
"It's your choice Potter," Snape replied. He didn't really care either way.
Harry nodded absently.
"What are the rules sir?" he asked.
"Why should I bother to tell you? You'll break them anyway," Snape snapped and Harry shrank back again.
"Fine!" Snape sighed when he looked at him. "No running, my office is of limit as well as my bedroom, unless it's an emergency. Always ask me before you leave my quarters. Eat whatever you wish whenever you want. Got all that?”
Harry nodded.
"Yes, sir. I do sir." He hesitated a bit. Apparently Snape noticed.
"What Potter?" he asked.
"I was wondering if I could go to the quidditch pitch, sir," he said and felt very brave for asking considering Snape's famous temper. He wasn't sure what Snape would decided, probably against his wishes.
"Are you going to fly?" Snape asked. Harry again thought that was a very odd question, what else did you do in a quidditch pitch? Then again he actually had other things planned this time. He just wanted to go there and see it. The place always made him feel free and peaceful.
"No sir. I don't have a broom sir. I'm just going for a walk," he answered honestly and looked up at Snape. The man had crossed his arms in front his chest. Usually that meant there was trouble on the way, but it could also mean Snape was thinking. He had seen that gesture many times throughout his years at Hogwarts.
"You may go,” he said at last and Harry was relieved. ”Be sure to be back before 12 o'clock and eat lunch down here. It's now 8:40," Snape hurried to say before he could leave.
"Yes sir! Thank you!"
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When he was at the pitch he looked around to make sure that no one saw him before he took out a cigarette package and a lighter and began to smoke. It was another bad habit he had picked up from the pub. He fished up his cell phone he had bought with stolen money.
He dialed the number to Jamie. (yes, the phone is working) He knew he was out running an errand around this time so Jack wouldn't be able to hear the phone ringing and Jamie wouldn't be in trouble for it.
"Jamie!" Jamie's familiar voice answered the cell.
"Hi Jamie, it's me, Smoke. How are you?" Harry asked. Smoke was a nickname the other tikes had given him since he began to smoke. They thought it was ironic that he began to smoke since he had been very much against it from the beginning. He had planned on quitting smoking but he never knew it would be so damn hard!
"I'm fine. Where are you? I already miss you man!"
"I'm in Scotland."
"SCOTLAND?" Jamie shouted so Harry had to hold the phone an arms length away.
"Yeah," he said with a smile in his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing up there?"
"I'm here with my new guardian, remember?" he said dryly.
"Yeah. But couldn't he have been from England at least? Oh well... So how's he treating you?" Jamie said seriously.
"Well enough."
"Good. Just tell me if he doesn't and I'll be there in a flash," he promised. Jamie was never one to be late for a fight. He sought them out.
"Okay," Harry said and sat down on the lowest quidditch stand.
"Where are you right now?" Jamie asked him.
"I'm alone at a... football pitch," he said. Close enough, he thought. "I took a walk," he added.
"You're smoking, aren't you?" Jamie said at once. Harry looked slightly guilty even if Jamie couldn't see that.
"Yes, but just regular, no dope," he hurried to say before Jamie began to lecture him. Jamie knew him too well.
"Hmm... How's your injuries?" Jamie asked changing the subject. It appeared as if Jamie would do a thought out check up on him over the phone.
"They're healing."
"Are you coming back home soon?"
"Maybe. I don't know," he said slowly. He didn't know much of anything at the moment. As usual other people were running his life, while he was just the puppet tied to the strings they held.
"We'll keep in touch. I need to go to Daniels, you know how he gets if you're late. Take care. And if anyone gives you a problem, call me!"
"Sure. I'll do that. Take care of yourself."
"You too!"
Harry ended the phone call and sighed. He wished that Jamie could be with him right now, he needed him.
He sat there and smoked some more before he returned to the castle. He'd better not cause any problems or he'd be in big fat trouble. He didn't fancy scrubbing a dousing of cauldrons or something. Snape was cruel and always had been, nothing would change that. Snape wouldn't hesitate to bring out the punishment. He never had before and he wouldn't start now, even if he had behaved unusually kind lately.
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"Harry!" He almost cried out loud when Lupin caught him unaware him in a bone-crushing hug. "I've been so worried about you!" Lupin continued. Harry cracked a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you," he said and felt slightly guilty.
"You had nothing to do with it! It was those stupid muggles fault! Dumbledore told me about it. So how are you?" Harry tired to recover from hearing Remus speak ill of muggles. He was usually a very calm and collected man. Almost a bit shy.
"I'm OK."
"Have you talked to anyone yet?" Lupin asked him seriously.
"About what?" he asked confused and watched a portrait wave to him.
"About Sirius and your Aunt and Uncle. I know you didn't like the Dursley's but you lived with them for 16 years after all. So they must have meant something to you..." Lupin trailed of.
"No, I haven't talked to anyone about it Sir." He said tonelessly.
"You can come and talk to me whenever you want. About anything," said Lupin.
"Thank you sir," he said formally. Remus frowned and looked at him closely.
"Why do you call me sir? You don't have too!" he said.
"Oh sorry Mr. Lupin!" he said.
"Harry!" Remus cried.
"Oh... ok, Master?" he said and looked up slightly with confusion written all over his face.
"HARRY!" Remus yelled even louder. "What are you on about? Are you joking with me?" Remus asked.
"No Professor," he said impassively. Remus sighed.
"Call me Remus, Okay?" he said softly.
"Yes sir, Remus," he said shyly and looked down at his feet. He had begun to behave like this around adults even if he was the very opposite around people from age 0-30. He was a real bad ass around them. That's why he had been in so many pub fights and he always won too, well, almost. When he faced adults it was another thing entirely. He just sort of froze, like a huge block was between him and the adult, and he was the only one affected by it. It wasn't a protecting block, it was something he could penetrate with kicks or his fists. It was real strange, almost like magic and it was hard to explain the feeling. Maybe he didn't make much sense to himself, but in short it manifested itself so he forgot how to fight and went filled with fear.
"Harry?" Lupin asked.
"Huh?" he asked and blinked.
"You spaced out there for a while. I asked if you'd like to eat lunch with me in the Great hall?"
"Uh, sorry, I can't. Professor Snape requires my presence during lunch."
"Oh, well then, what about some dinner? Interested?" Remus asked eagerly.
"Um, no. Sorry sir but I do have some things to take care of," he said vaguely. It was a lie of course.
"Oh," said Lupin disappointed. "Perhaps tomorrow?"
"Maybe," he said avoiding.
"All right. I'll just walk on then. I'll see you later," said Lupin with a weird expression that Harry couldn't read.
"Yes sir."
When he was sure that Lupin was gone he sighed and relaxed. He never did notice Snape in the shadows.
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"You're on time Potter. I'm surprised," said Snape with no real surprise at all in his voice. Harry nodded. He stood beside his chair silently and waited.
"Take your seat," Snape told him. He had learned some things about Harry now. He always needed to tell the boy what to do. He didn't like that. It was unnatural.
"Yes sir." Snape gave him the sign to take food. He took very little of each. Just like he had been taught.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" Snape said and eyed his plate with disapproval. "Take more Potter!" Snape snapped.
Harry looked up.
"How much do you see fit, Sir?" he asked.
"How much do you..." Snape began to splutter before he stopped himself. He took a deep calming breath and said, "As much as you wish and until you're no longer hungry." Harry nodded to show he understood and took one more little potato. He really liked those. It was all he could fit for now. He wasn't used to large portions and he had read somewhere that trying to squeeze down too much food in a body which wasn't used to it could be dangerous. Snape didn't comment on it but he could see that Snape was displeased.
"Where did you go Potter?" Snape asked when the silence got unpleasant.
"I went to the pitch and back again, and I met Mr. Lupin on my way here Sir," he said.
"Mr. Lupin? Is that what you call him? I thought you called him by name." Snape dark eyes watched him. Harry didn't like that.
"I prefer to call him Mr. Lupin," he said softly but clearly. Almost firmly, perhaps a little bit of his old defiance directed at Snape was shining through.
"You do," Snape said as if he didn't believe him.
"Yes Master, I do," he nodded. Snape looked like he was about to faint.
"Master? What is this game Potter?" he yelled.
Harry jumped out of his seat and begun to back away so he would be able to turn around and run if necessarily.
"I don't play any games at all," he said flatly.
"Why do you call people Sir, Master, Mr., and that sort of crap? Even if they're close friends to you? Almost family!"
"I-I don't understand sir!" he stuttered helplessly.
"What's the real reason?"
"I'm being polite! Politeness sir!" he said quickly and almost desperately. He really wanted Snape to understand that he was doing nothing wrong.
"Is it your idea of politeness to hurt people Potter?" Snape spat.
"What do you mean sir?" he said and was honestly confused again. That feeling was becoming more and more familiar to him. If that didn't stop he’d soon be turned into a big bundle of confusion.
"What if your friends began to call you Potter all the time? Would you like that?"
Harry shrugged.
"It's their decision," he said.
"You disgust me Potter!" Snape spat.
"Sorry sir," he said automatically.
"Go to your room and stay there until I call for you!" Snape yelled.
"Yes sir!" he said quickly and went to his room as fast as he could. Snape was left astonished. He never thought Potter would obey him. Perhaps Potter’s act was deeper imprinted then he first thought.
Potter didn’t even slam the door, Snape thought.
-CHAPTER FOUR-
BETA: Kitty Anne
INFO: www. livejournal. com /users/ draycious
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"Is this color all right with you? Or would you like me to change it?" Snape asked him coldly when they reached his room. Still, the very fact that he had even asked was a surprising and nice gesture.
"No Sir. I like it the way it is," he said quickly and looked around his new room. Everything was either in black or various shades of green, it was beautiful. Oh no, there wasn't a problem with the colors at all. In fact, he liked them. They made him feel strangely at home. He never understood the childish house rivalry within Hogwarts. Just because you were a Gryffindor you didn't automatically love red and hate green. Colors are colors, there's nothing more to it.
"It's your choice Potter," Snape replied. He didn't really care either way.
Harry nodded absently.
"What are the rules sir?" he asked.
"Why should I bother to tell you? You'll break them anyway," Snape snapped and Harry shrank back again.
"Fine!" Snape sighed when he looked at him. "No running, my office is of limit as well as my bedroom, unless it's an emergency. Always ask me before you leave my quarters. Eat whatever you wish whenever you want. Got all that?”
Harry nodded.
"Yes, sir. I do sir." He hesitated a bit. Apparently Snape noticed.
"What Potter?" he asked.
"I was wondering if I could go to the quidditch pitch, sir," he said and felt very brave for asking considering Snape's famous temper. He wasn't sure what Snape would decided, probably against his wishes.
"Are you going to fly?" Snape asked. Harry again thought that was a very odd question, what else did you do in a quidditch pitch? Then again he actually had other things planned this time. He just wanted to go there and see it. The place always made him feel free and peaceful.
"No sir. I don't have a broom sir. I'm just going for a walk," he answered honestly and looked up at Snape. The man had crossed his arms in front his chest. Usually that meant there was trouble on the way, but it could also mean Snape was thinking. He had seen that gesture many times throughout his years at Hogwarts.
"You may go,” he said at last and Harry was relieved. ”Be sure to be back before 12 o'clock and eat lunch down here. It's now 8:40," Snape hurried to say before he could leave.
"Yes sir! Thank you!"
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When he was at the pitch he looked around to make sure that no one saw him before he took out a cigarette package and a lighter and began to smoke. It was another bad habit he had picked up from the pub. He fished up his cell phone he had bought with stolen money.
He dialed the number to Jamie. (yes, the phone is working) He knew he was out running an errand around this time so Jack wouldn't be able to hear the phone ringing and Jamie wouldn't be in trouble for it.
"Jamie!" Jamie's familiar voice answered the cell.
"Hi Jamie, it's me, Smoke. How are you?" Harry asked. Smoke was a nickname the other tikes had given him since he began to smoke. They thought it was ironic that he began to smoke since he had been very much against it from the beginning. He had planned on quitting smoking but he never knew it would be so damn hard!
"I'm fine. Where are you? I already miss you man!"
"I'm in Scotland."
"SCOTLAND?" Jamie shouted so Harry had to hold the phone an arms length away.
"Yeah," he said with a smile in his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing up there?"
"I'm here with my new guardian, remember?" he said dryly.
"Yeah. But couldn't he have been from England at least? Oh well... So how's he treating you?" Jamie said seriously.
"Well enough."
"Good. Just tell me if he doesn't and I'll be there in a flash," he promised. Jamie was never one to be late for a fight. He sought them out.
"Okay," Harry said and sat down on the lowest quidditch stand.
"Where are you right now?" Jamie asked him.
"I'm alone at a... football pitch," he said. Close enough, he thought. "I took a walk," he added.
"You're smoking, aren't you?" Jamie said at once. Harry looked slightly guilty even if Jamie couldn't see that.
"Yes, but just regular, no dope," he hurried to say before Jamie began to lecture him. Jamie knew him too well.
"Hmm... How's your injuries?" Jamie asked changing the subject. It appeared as if Jamie would do a thought out check up on him over the phone.
"They're healing."
"Are you coming back home soon?"
"Maybe. I don't know," he said slowly. He didn't know much of anything at the moment. As usual other people were running his life, while he was just the puppet tied to the strings they held.
"We'll keep in touch. I need to go to Daniels, you know how he gets if you're late. Take care. And if anyone gives you a problem, call me!"
"Sure. I'll do that. Take care of yourself."
"You too!"
Harry ended the phone call and sighed. He wished that Jamie could be with him right now, he needed him.
He sat there and smoked some more before he returned to the castle. He'd better not cause any problems or he'd be in big fat trouble. He didn't fancy scrubbing a dousing of cauldrons or something. Snape was cruel and always had been, nothing would change that. Snape wouldn't hesitate to bring out the punishment. He never had before and he wouldn't start now, even if he had behaved unusually kind lately.
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"Harry!" He almost cried out loud when Lupin caught him unaware him in a bone-crushing hug. "I've been so worried about you!" Lupin continued. Harry cracked a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you," he said and felt slightly guilty.
"You had nothing to do with it! It was those stupid muggles fault! Dumbledore told me about it. So how are you?" Harry tired to recover from hearing Remus speak ill of muggles. He was usually a very calm and collected man. Almost a bit shy.
"I'm OK."
"Have you talked to anyone yet?" Lupin asked him seriously.
"About what?" he asked confused and watched a portrait wave to him.
"About Sirius and your Aunt and Uncle. I know you didn't like the Dursley's but you lived with them for 16 years after all. So they must have meant something to you..." Lupin trailed of.
"No, I haven't talked to anyone about it Sir." He said tonelessly.
"You can come and talk to me whenever you want. About anything," said Lupin.
"Thank you sir," he said formally. Remus frowned and looked at him closely.
"Why do you call me sir? You don't have too!" he said.
"Oh sorry Mr. Lupin!" he said.
"Harry!" Remus cried.
"Oh... ok, Master?" he said and looked up slightly with confusion written all over his face.
"HARRY!" Remus yelled even louder. "What are you on about? Are you joking with me?" Remus asked.
"No Professor," he said impassively. Remus sighed.
"Call me Remus, Okay?" he said softly.
"Yes sir, Remus," he said shyly and looked down at his feet. He had begun to behave like this around adults even if he was the very opposite around people from age 0-30. He was a real bad ass around them. That's why he had been in so many pub fights and he always won too, well, almost. When he faced adults it was another thing entirely. He just sort of froze, like a huge block was between him and the adult, and he was the only one affected by it. It wasn't a protecting block, it was something he could penetrate with kicks or his fists. It was real strange, almost like magic and it was hard to explain the feeling. Maybe he didn't make much sense to himself, but in short it manifested itself so he forgot how to fight and went filled with fear.
"Harry?" Lupin asked.
"Huh?" he asked and blinked.
"You spaced out there for a while. I asked if you'd like to eat lunch with me in the Great hall?"
"Uh, sorry, I can't. Professor Snape requires my presence during lunch."
"Oh, well then, what about some dinner? Interested?" Remus asked eagerly.
"Um, no. Sorry sir but I do have some things to take care of," he said vaguely. It was a lie of course.
"Oh," said Lupin disappointed. "Perhaps tomorrow?"
"Maybe," he said avoiding.
"All right. I'll just walk on then. I'll see you later," said Lupin with a weird expression that Harry couldn't read.
"Yes sir."
When he was sure that Lupin was gone he sighed and relaxed. He never did notice Snape in the shadows.
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"You're on time Potter. I'm surprised," said Snape with no real surprise at all in his voice. Harry nodded. He stood beside his chair silently and waited.
"Take your seat," Snape told him. He had learned some things about Harry now. He always needed to tell the boy what to do. He didn't like that. It was unnatural.
"Yes sir." Snape gave him the sign to take food. He took very little of each. Just like he had been taught.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" Snape said and eyed his plate with disapproval. "Take more Potter!" Snape snapped.
Harry looked up.
"How much do you see fit, Sir?" he asked.
"How much do you..." Snape began to splutter before he stopped himself. He took a deep calming breath and said, "As much as you wish and until you're no longer hungry." Harry nodded to show he understood and took one more little potato. He really liked those. It was all he could fit for now. He wasn't used to large portions and he had read somewhere that trying to squeeze down too much food in a body which wasn't used to it could be dangerous. Snape didn't comment on it but he could see that Snape was displeased.
"Where did you go Potter?" Snape asked when the silence got unpleasant.
"I went to the pitch and back again, and I met Mr. Lupin on my way here Sir," he said.
"Mr. Lupin? Is that what you call him? I thought you called him by name." Snape dark eyes watched him. Harry didn't like that.
"I prefer to call him Mr. Lupin," he said softly but clearly. Almost firmly, perhaps a little bit of his old defiance directed at Snape was shining through.
"You do," Snape said as if he didn't believe him.
"Yes Master, I do," he nodded. Snape looked like he was about to faint.
"Master? What is this game Potter?" he yelled.
Harry jumped out of his seat and begun to back away so he would be able to turn around and run if necessarily.
"I don't play any games at all," he said flatly.
"Why do you call people Sir, Master, Mr., and that sort of crap? Even if they're close friends to you? Almost family!"
"I-I don't understand sir!" he stuttered helplessly.
"What's the real reason?"
"I'm being polite! Politeness sir!" he said quickly and almost desperately. He really wanted Snape to understand that he was doing nothing wrong.
"Is it your idea of politeness to hurt people Potter?" Snape spat.
"What do you mean sir?" he said and was honestly confused again. That feeling was becoming more and more familiar to him. If that didn't stop he’d soon be turned into a big bundle of confusion.
"What if your friends began to call you Potter all the time? Would you like that?"
Harry shrugged.
"It's their decision," he said.
"You disgust me Potter!" Snape spat.
"Sorry sir," he said automatically.
"Go to your room and stay there until I call for you!" Snape yelled.
"Yes sir!" he said quickly and went to his room as fast as he could. Snape was left astonished. He never thought Potter would obey him. Perhaps Potter’s act was deeper imprinted then he first thought.
Potter didn’t even slam the door, Snape thought.