The death dancer
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Adult +
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12
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6,493
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5
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six
THE DEATH DANCER
-CHAPTER SIX-
BETA: Alex
INFO: www. livejournal. com / users/ draycious
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Harry managed to get back to his room without any mishap after smoking. He felt much more relaxed, even if he still missed Jamie a lot. After calming down in his room for a few minutes, sleep finally managed to find him.
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Snape seemed tired during breakfast the next morning. Harry didn’t ask why, though he was very curious. Neither of them ate much and this time Snape didn’t bug him about it.
SNAPE POV
Snape saw the boy stealing glances at him from time to time. He chose to act as if he didn’t notice, but after the tenth time or so he couldn’t take it anymore. It was annoying as hell and that was saying something, since he was quite used to being stared at.
“What is it?” he asked in a civil tone. After all, yelling wouldn’t do, he knew that by now.
When he addressed the boy he saw him flinch and look down at his plate, but other than that the boy didn’t do anything.
“Well?” he asked in the silence.
“Nothing sir,” Harry said so quietly that he almost missed it. He rubbed his face with his hand tiredly and sighed.
“No. If there is something you want to tell me, just say it.” he pressed. He was in no mood for playing games or beating around the bush. Apparently the boy sensed that. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“I was wondering why you looked so tired, sir,” he said, his voice firm and clear. When Snape didn’t answer he risked another glance at the man. He found him chewing on a piece of toast thoughtfully as if he debated whether or not to tell him. After a while, Snape put down his toast and spoke.
“I was summoned.”
“Are you alright sir?” he asked instantly, surprised himself. He could see Snape’s eyes widen slightly before his mask was back in place.
“Yes I am. Did you feel anything?”
“In my scar you mean, sir?” he asked even through it was quite obvious. Where else would he have felt something, in his toe?
Snape simply nodded. “No sir. I didn’t. I had no vision, nothing.”
“And you still can’t master occlumency, right Potter?” Harry nodded and blushed slightly even though Snape hadn’t been taunting him. Then again, you never knew with Snape. It could have been meant as an insult. Snape was a master in the art of insults. He could make an insult out of even the sweetest innocent words. For example: ’what a pleasant surprise to have a visit in these late hours’
“I thought so,” Snape said and stood up. Harry sat still and awaited the impending command.
“Come on Potter,” he said. “I’m going to train you in occlumency.” Harry felt himself go cold. A lot of things had happened recently and many of those things he wanted to keep a secret. He didn’t intend to let anyone know about them, least of all Snape! He swallowed with difficulty and followed the man. There was no way out of this, no place to hide and nowhere to run.
“You know how it goes. Are you ready?” Snape asked. Harry didn’t understand why Snape even bothered, he had never cared before. He would go ahead even if he’d said no. With a last deep breath he nodded and Snape’s spell hit him.
Early memories from his childhood overtook Harry’s mind no matter how hard he tried to push Snape out. Suddenly a quick memory with Evan rose to the surface. Fortunately it was just some taunting from Evan’s side. Then there was this huge pub fight that he was, of course, right in the middle of. He had really messed up that time, but he was lucky to have gotten away with only a few scratches. This really wasn’t good. Snape would probably use that information against him, ranting about his lack of control over his temper and so on and so forth.
God no!
This was embarrassing.
It was the one time when his old boss Jack saw fit to give him detailed information and description of the sex toys the company he worked for sold just to see him blush. Harry felt a cold sweat breaking out when a memory with a special bad beating began to take place. Shit, shit, shit and double shit! He thought.
Then he thought of something else. If he couldn’t push Snape out, then perhaps he could guide Snape and direct the man through his memories and only show him what he wanted?
He concentrated thought hard on Lupin.
It worked!
He found himself seeing the shack back in his third year, but Snape kept prying and messing around so he lost his concentration on the memory and gave Snape the opportunity to yet again choose for himself.
He tried even harder when Snape once again began to get near dangerous grounds. He thought of Quidditch. He managed to hold on to it until Snape ended the spell of his own accord.
“That’s enough for today. I see you’re able to guide me on to chosen memories. It’s a very… unusual thing to do.”
“Figures,” Harry murmured for a second when he went back to his old self.
Snape raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry sir,” he said quickly.
“As I was saying, it’s an unusual thing to do because many find it extremely difficult to concentrate while someone else is in their head. Obviously you’ve had some training in that area, and I suppose you know your own mind very well,” said Snape in a sort of compliment. Harry supposed it was true he had some training in keeping his thoughts separated from Voldemort when their connection was strong.
“It requires very strong mental strength, so how you can do it is beyond me,” Snape said in a flash of his old self. “But it’s one step forward,” he finished.
Harry nodded to show Snape that he did indeed understand what the man was saying.
He found it rather easy to understand him now when he was actually paying attention. Often enough Snape’s words had a double meaning, even more so at school. Snape seemed more relaxed in his home of late and was more straightforward than usual, which that made Harry notice how he spoke.
“What do you suggest I do to build on this skill?” he dared ask because it was important.
“What about practicing?” Snape said dangerously and Harry gulped, feeling stupid. He knew very well that he hadn’t even bothered to practice the last time... but that had to change now.
-CHAPTER SIX-
BETA: Alex
INFO: www. livejournal. com / users/ draycious
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Harry managed to get back to his room without any mishap after smoking. He felt much more relaxed, even if he still missed Jamie a lot. After calming down in his room for a few minutes, sleep finally managed to find him.
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Snape seemed tired during breakfast the next morning. Harry didn’t ask why, though he was very curious. Neither of them ate much and this time Snape didn’t bug him about it.
SNAPE POV
Snape saw the boy stealing glances at him from time to time. He chose to act as if he didn’t notice, but after the tenth time or so he couldn’t take it anymore. It was annoying as hell and that was saying something, since he was quite used to being stared at.
“What is it?” he asked in a civil tone. After all, yelling wouldn’t do, he knew that by now.
When he addressed the boy he saw him flinch and look down at his plate, but other than that the boy didn’t do anything.
“Well?” he asked in the silence.
“Nothing sir,” Harry said so quietly that he almost missed it. He rubbed his face with his hand tiredly and sighed.
“No. If there is something you want to tell me, just say it.” he pressed. He was in no mood for playing games or beating around the bush. Apparently the boy sensed that. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“I was wondering why you looked so tired, sir,” he said, his voice firm and clear. When Snape didn’t answer he risked another glance at the man. He found him chewing on a piece of toast thoughtfully as if he debated whether or not to tell him. After a while, Snape put down his toast and spoke.
“I was summoned.”
“Are you alright sir?” he asked instantly, surprised himself. He could see Snape’s eyes widen slightly before his mask was back in place.
“Yes I am. Did you feel anything?”
“In my scar you mean, sir?” he asked even through it was quite obvious. Where else would he have felt something, in his toe?
Snape simply nodded. “No sir. I didn’t. I had no vision, nothing.”
“And you still can’t master occlumency, right Potter?” Harry nodded and blushed slightly even though Snape hadn’t been taunting him. Then again, you never knew with Snape. It could have been meant as an insult. Snape was a master in the art of insults. He could make an insult out of even the sweetest innocent words. For example: ’what a pleasant surprise to have a visit in these late hours’
“I thought so,” Snape said and stood up. Harry sat still and awaited the impending command.
“Come on Potter,” he said. “I’m going to train you in occlumency.” Harry felt himself go cold. A lot of things had happened recently and many of those things he wanted to keep a secret. He didn’t intend to let anyone know about them, least of all Snape! He swallowed with difficulty and followed the man. There was no way out of this, no place to hide and nowhere to run.
“You know how it goes. Are you ready?” Snape asked. Harry didn’t understand why Snape even bothered, he had never cared before. He would go ahead even if he’d said no. With a last deep breath he nodded and Snape’s spell hit him.
Early memories from his childhood overtook Harry’s mind no matter how hard he tried to push Snape out. Suddenly a quick memory with Evan rose to the surface. Fortunately it was just some taunting from Evan’s side. Then there was this huge pub fight that he was, of course, right in the middle of. He had really messed up that time, but he was lucky to have gotten away with only a few scratches. This really wasn’t good. Snape would probably use that information against him, ranting about his lack of control over his temper and so on and so forth.
God no!
This was embarrassing.
It was the one time when his old boss Jack saw fit to give him detailed information and description of the sex toys the company he worked for sold just to see him blush. Harry felt a cold sweat breaking out when a memory with a special bad beating began to take place. Shit, shit, shit and double shit! He thought.
Then he thought of something else. If he couldn’t push Snape out, then perhaps he could guide Snape and direct the man through his memories and only show him what he wanted?
He concentrated thought hard on Lupin.
It worked!
He found himself seeing the shack back in his third year, but Snape kept prying and messing around so he lost his concentration on the memory and gave Snape the opportunity to yet again choose for himself.
He tried even harder when Snape once again began to get near dangerous grounds. He thought of Quidditch. He managed to hold on to it until Snape ended the spell of his own accord.
“That’s enough for today. I see you’re able to guide me on to chosen memories. It’s a very… unusual thing to do.”
“Figures,” Harry murmured for a second when he went back to his old self.
Snape raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry sir,” he said quickly.
“As I was saying, it’s an unusual thing to do because many find it extremely difficult to concentrate while someone else is in their head. Obviously you’ve had some training in that area, and I suppose you know your own mind very well,” said Snape in a sort of compliment. Harry supposed it was true he had some training in keeping his thoughts separated from Voldemort when their connection was strong.
“It requires very strong mental strength, so how you can do it is beyond me,” Snape said in a flash of his old self. “But it’s one step forward,” he finished.
Harry nodded to show Snape that he did indeed understand what the man was saying.
He found it rather easy to understand him now when he was actually paying attention. Often enough Snape’s words had a double meaning, even more so at school. Snape seemed more relaxed in his home of late and was more straightforward than usual, which that made Harry notice how he spoke.
“What do you suggest I do to build on this skill?” he dared ask because it was important.
“What about practicing?” Snape said dangerously and Harry gulped, feeling stupid. He knew very well that he hadn’t even bothered to practice the last time... but that had to change now.