The Rules of Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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45,396
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165
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2
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
Title: The Rules of Life
Summary: There was no Harry Potter at the Dursley’s when Dumbledore sent Hagrid to fetch him in first year. Where in the world is Harry Potter? This fic is SNARRY slash, Snape!Dom, Harry!sub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and this magical world belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money made from this.
Warnings: This fic is Snarry slash, which means two men in a sexual relationship – specifically, Harry and Snape. This fic also contains BDSM elements with Snape as the Dominant partner and Harry as the submissive. If you don’t know what this means then please don’t read the fic – you won’t understand most of what happens. The fic starts out before Hogwarts and contains elements of chan (just mentioning of it), dub-con and non-con (rape). Don’t read if you don’t like!!
3cheers4Snape: Andy died when the basilisk’s tooth embedded itself in his arm. Andy did not ‘defend’ Dumbledore the same way Harry did in the books, which is why Fawkes didn’t come to save him.
Laura: Are you a fellow South African? :) Did you see I used Afrikaans words for the name? :)
Schwertlilie: Thanks for the idea, I used your idea for the basis of the challenge :)
About Ron: Some of you have been asking after Ron. Well, in my opinion, Ron and Hermione never became friends because the events in first year that got them together never happened. Ron is there somewhere, and he might make an appearance but I’m not sure.
AN: Quick question, did JK ever say what time in the Summer Sirius escaped? I wrote this chapter in the context of Sirius escaping by the end of summer.
The next year would certainly be interesting and Severus just hoped that Harry would be able to deal with his loss and come out stronger. With Blaise’s help, Severus thought there might be a possibility to see a smiling, happy Harry by the end of the year.
Chapter 8
Severus looked up from the book he was reading and glared at Harry. The boy had the good grace to look sheepish as he ducked his head. A parchment with “Sorry Master” floated before him and Severus waved it away with a sigh. Flicking his wand, Severus cast a drying spell to dispense the water Harry had sprayed him with during his latest experimental spell casting.
Undeterred from his task, Harry was soon again waving his hands and miming the spells even as he did them wordlessly.
Shaking his head at Harry’s antics, Severus resumed his reading but not without putting a shield spell around himself that would keep any other unwanted surprises away.
Severus called Harry to a halt and the two quickly made their way to the kitchen for lunch. A house-elf had everything ready for them and Severus picked up the Prophet as he took a sip from his coffee.
Only years of spy work kept Severus’ surprise to a minimum and prevented him from making a fool of himself by spraying his coffee over the table.
Harry still picked up that something was wrong and looked at Severus expectantly.
Severus debated whether to tell the boy about this newest development and decided that keeping secrets was not the way to earn the boy’s trust.
“Sirius Black escaped from prison.” He could not have been clearer on the situation.
Apparently, Harry did not think so for his confused expression did not waver for a moment and only intensified.
Severus scowled at the boy as if his ignorance was his own fault but after a moment, he relented and explained.
“Sirius Black is… was, your godfather. When you were but a baby, your parents went into hiding under the ‘Fidilius Charm’. This charm allows someone to hide in plain sight without anyone the wiser. No one but the ‘Secret Keeper’ knew where your parents hid. Your godfather, Sirius Black, was your parents’ secret keeper. They entrusted their – and your – safety to him and he betrayed them by giving the ‘secret’ away. Once he told the Dark Lord where your parents were hiding, the Dark Lord did not waste any time to go after them.”
Harry looked at him for a long moment before merely nodding his head in acceptance. Severus was dismayed to see it. The boy had experienced so much hardship and disappointment in his life that one more did not make much of a difference. It did nothing but further the boy’s distrust in adults.
Severus wanted nothing more than to go after Black right that moment and chop him up for potions ingredients. The mere thought of the man made his skin crawl and Severus suppressed the urge to lock Harry up and forbid him to go anywhere ever again.
Looking at Harry now, Severus knew without a doubt that over the last two years, Harry had somehow infused himself into Severus’ life without consciously knowing about it.
Severus doubted that Harry knew, or would ever know, just how much Severus was willing to sacrifice for him. The fact remained however, that Severus had more respect and admiration for this boy than for the most respected wizard of their time.
The sentimental thoughts were nauseating – even though it was the truth – and Severus glared at the boy for doing this to him.
Harry blinked up at him as if he could feel Severus’s eyes on him and when he saw the glare directed at him, he beamed one of his beaming smiles before returning to his reading.
Severus stared at the boy. He did not know whether to be enraged or pleased. The boy had not smiled at him that way in weeks and he was disgustingly happy to see it. That his glare had the effect of making the boy smile instead of cower before him was a bit worrisome but Severus put it down to the boy’s questionable mental state. No one could live with him for two years and be happy about it...
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It came as no surprise to Severus that Harry made it on the team. The boy rushed to him as soon as he entered his quarters and Severus had just enough time to put down his armful of essays before Harry’s body crashed into him. Even just one week after school started, Severus already had enough marking to do to keep him busy for a week.
The hug was brief but as Severus’ heart stopped beating for that one moment, it seemed like a lifetime to him.
When his heart decided to return to its regular function it was beating too fast to be normal and Severus took a few steadying breaths to calm himself.
Harry was by that time already on the other side of the room and Severus silently thanked the boy for giving him his space.
Composing his face into the most menacing glare he could manage, Severus turned to Harry and raised an eyebrow in question.
The boy blinked at his expression but then turned his attention to the quill and parchment next to him and wrote a few sentences.
I made the team!! I couldn’t believe I made the team, but it did! They said the challenges for our team starts right away and that the other ‘Team B’ participants will also be starting their challenge while still at their schools.
Severus looked up in shock from the parchment but quickly smoothed his expression as he congratulated Harry. Knowing it was a possibility for the boy to make Team B did not prepare him for the actual happening.
“When will the other school’s participants arrive? Did they give you any indication?”
They will arrive in three weeks. Our team consists of four members. We will receive our first task tomorrow and by the time the other schools arrive we need to have the first part of the task done.
I have no idea what it could be was added as an afterthought.
The boy suddenly looked apprehensive and the quill started scratching away like mad. Severus could not really make out anything coherent in the jumbled mess on the parchment but he could guess the most of it.
“You were chosen because you are an able wizard Harry. The tasks are not dangerous and will be fun; I can guarantee that. They instigated the tournament to provide fun challenging tasks that would demonstrate young witches and wizard’s talents in different areas of magic. This is a wonderful opportunity to encourage teamwork and unity in the schools. You will enjoy it and you are competent enough not to embarrass me or yourself.”
Harry gave him a tentative smile at the praise, for it was high praise coming from Severus.
Severus ignored the smile and returned to his markings.
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Harry sat on his bed, paging through the fairy tale book as he pondered his first task. Blaise sat across from him, working on his potions essay.
What do you think of something with wings? Harry passed the parchment to Blaise and waited for an answer.
“That could work but it is harder to manage than something simpler, like a cat or dog.”
Harry looked at him curiously for a moment before rephrasing his question.
I was actually talking about something like a Pegasus or Phoenix.
Blaise looked up from the parchment with an incredulous expression.
“You want to try a magical creature? Are you nuts? To transfigure even a small figure of one is difficult, and, you don’t even know what the next task would be. What if they want you to charm it to fly, or run, or something?”
Harry hid his disappointment of Blaise’s lack of confidence in his ability.
Well, I will at least try it. If I don’t manage the transfiguration, I know I won’t manage the other tasks and I will decide on a simpler animal. So, what creature do you think would be best?
Blaise looked dubious but Harry could see that he was at least trying to be supportive.
“How about a creature that looks like a normal animal but with wings, or with one distinguishing feature? Like a unicorn?”
Harry thought about that for a while and nodded.
I think that might work. I’ll ask my Master about it.
Blaise gave him a confused look and Harry could see anger building in the boy. He had no idea what could have angered his friend and wisely kept his mouth shut.
When Harry got out of the shower that evening, he heard raised voices from the living room.
“I appreciate your concern for your friend but I will remind you Mr Zabini that you are sill my student and disrespect will not be tolerated.”
Harry had never heard his Master this angry before and wondered what Blaise could have said to anger the man so much.
“He calls you his ‘Master’. What am I supposed to think of that, Professor?”
Master Snape sighed loudly before Harry heard him directing Blaise to take a seat.
“Harry should not have called me that, I have tried to convince him to call me Professor Snape or even just Snape or sir but the boy doesn’t understand the reasons for it.
Mr Zabini, what I am about to tell you does not leave this room, is that clear?”
Harry heard Blaise give and affirmative answer and then listened as Master Snape described some of Harry’s past.
No mention was made of his relatives and Master Snape only explained the basics of Harry’s life with Master Damen.
Half an hour later, Harry stirred from his position against the wall. He had sunk down to the floor after the first five minutes and had dosed off after that. Master Snape’s form towered over him now and Harry flinched at the glare sent his way. It was the first time in months that Master Snape’s glare frightened him and Harry couldn’t suppress his reaction in time.
Master Snape stepped back a bit before ordering Harry to follow him.
“I belief you heard some of what Mr Zabini came to talk to me about.” It was not a question but a statement and Harry nodded.
“Mr Zabini’s reaction is a good example to learn from. Anyone who hears you addressing me as ‘Master’ will react this way and some of them will not even bother asking questions before accusing me of mistreating you.
You know well and good that I have not, nor will I ever mistreat you and having you inadvertently lead others to belief so is an insult to my character. You will desist with calling me Master and from now on will call me sir or Professor Snape.”
Harry cringed back at the harsh tone and words but nodded as his Mas… no, Professor Snape finished his explanation. He had no idea why anyone would think this man was mistreating him but if that was what people would think just because he called him ‘Master’… then Harry could change and call the man something else. It would take a while but Harry would do his best to remember not to call the man ‘Master’.
Master Snape looked at him long and hard before turning around and going to his workroom.
A burning sensation in his eyes caused Harry to blink but he ignored the implications and retired to his bedroom for the night.
He would think of something to make it up to the man in the morning.
The last thought to plague him before sleep claimed him was that he had no Master now. No one wanted him anymore. A shudder wrecked his frame as sleep claimed him.
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Master Snape treated him the same as always the next morning and Harry gave a quiet sigh of relief.
Classes were still the same and Harry was still required to attend them, even though he was one of the contestants in the tournament. It was hard to sit in class next to an empty desk, knowing that the one person he wanted next to him would never again be there.
In Transfiguration class, the teacher allowed Harry to work on his tournament project and he set about researching information on various magical and mythical creatures.
There were two creatures that interested him and Harry focused on them.
The Peryton and the Amphiptere. The book Harry used – Professor Snape gave it to him – described the Peryton as a deer with wings that casts the shadow of a man. Muggles believed them to be from Atlantis, a mythical island, but really, the Peryton was a magical creature that lived in the Northern parts of Africa. The creature looked easy enough to transfigure and Harry suppressed the urge to do so now.
The book described an Amphiptere as a serpent with wings. The thought of having a snake or snake-like creature to converse with was tempting and if Harry only knew what the tasks involved, his decision would be so much easier to make!
The bell rang to signal the end of the lesson and Harry put his book away. He would ask Professor Snape about it, maybe the man could give him an indication as to which creature would be best to attempt.
Harry met with the other three members of his team and felt a bit nervous when he realized he was the only one to attempt a magical creature. As the youngest in the team – everyone else was fifth year and above – most of his teammates were indulgent with him and they encouraged his attempt.
The fact that they saw him as a child did not sit well with Harry but as they were all supportive, he did not take too much offence.
Everyone already had the basic form of their chosen animal and Harry looked the small figures over with a smile. Two of the figures were no bigger than his hand and the small forms of cat and owl made him smile. The horse was a bit bigger than the other two but still cute in its own right.
None of the figures had any detail yet and Harry couldn’t wait to see the finished product of each. Now, they were all just rock or wood like animals. Harry knew that by the time the other schools arrived his whole team would have small figures of animals with soft fur, sharp nails and any other distinguishing characteristics needed for the animals.
Waving goodbye at them, Harry hurried back to the castle. He was more excited about his project than ever before and was anxious to start his transfiguration.
As he neared the gates of Hogwarts, Harry felt eyes watching him and scanned the area for the perpetrator. A large black dog looked at him for a while before growling once and turning away from him.
Weird… was the only thing Harry could think as he made his way to Professor Snape’s chambers.
End Chapter 8
Sorry the chapter is short and that I had to split the year into two chapters but I’m a bit pressed against time today. I will try my best to get the rest of third year out by the end of the day but I can’t promise anything. You will definitely have it by tomorrow :)
I have decided, and most of you are going to hate me for it, I’m sure, but Sirius is not going to be a ‘good guy’ in this. You’re going to hate him in fact.
Just a warning…. :)
Please review!! :)
Summary: There was no Harry Potter at the Dursley’s when Dumbledore sent Hagrid to fetch him in first year. Where in the world is Harry Potter? This fic is SNARRY slash, Snape!Dom, Harry!sub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and this magical world belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money made from this.
Warnings: This fic is Snarry slash, which means two men in a sexual relationship – specifically, Harry and Snape. This fic also contains BDSM elements with Snape as the Dominant partner and Harry as the submissive. If you don’t know what this means then please don’t read the fic – you won’t understand most of what happens. The fic starts out before Hogwarts and contains elements of chan (just mentioning of it), dub-con and non-con (rape). Don’t read if you don’t like!!
3cheers4Snape: Andy died when the basilisk’s tooth embedded itself in his arm. Andy did not ‘defend’ Dumbledore the same way Harry did in the books, which is why Fawkes didn’t come to save him.
Laura: Are you a fellow South African? :) Did you see I used Afrikaans words for the name? :)
Schwertlilie: Thanks for the idea, I used your idea for the basis of the challenge :)
About Ron: Some of you have been asking after Ron. Well, in my opinion, Ron and Hermione never became friends because the events in first year that got them together never happened. Ron is there somewhere, and he might make an appearance but I’m not sure.
AN: Quick question, did JK ever say what time in the Summer Sirius escaped? I wrote this chapter in the context of Sirius escaping by the end of summer.
The next year would certainly be interesting and Severus just hoped that Harry would be able to deal with his loss and come out stronger. With Blaise’s help, Severus thought there might be a possibility to see a smiling, happy Harry by the end of the year.
Chapter 8
Severus looked up from the book he was reading and glared at Harry. The boy had the good grace to look sheepish as he ducked his head. A parchment with “Sorry Master” floated before him and Severus waved it away with a sigh. Flicking his wand, Severus cast a drying spell to dispense the water Harry had sprayed him with during his latest experimental spell casting.
Undeterred from his task, Harry was soon again waving his hands and miming the spells even as he did them wordlessly.
Shaking his head at Harry’s antics, Severus resumed his reading but not without putting a shield spell around himself that would keep any other unwanted surprises away.
Severus called Harry to a halt and the two quickly made their way to the kitchen for lunch. A house-elf had everything ready for them and Severus picked up the Prophet as he took a sip from his coffee.
Only years of spy work kept Severus’ surprise to a minimum and prevented him from making a fool of himself by spraying his coffee over the table.
Harry still picked up that something was wrong and looked at Severus expectantly.
Severus debated whether to tell the boy about this newest development and decided that keeping secrets was not the way to earn the boy’s trust.
“Sirius Black escaped from prison.” He could not have been clearer on the situation.
Apparently, Harry did not think so for his confused expression did not waver for a moment and only intensified.
Severus scowled at the boy as if his ignorance was his own fault but after a moment, he relented and explained.
“Sirius Black is… was, your godfather. When you were but a baby, your parents went into hiding under the ‘Fidilius Charm’. This charm allows someone to hide in plain sight without anyone the wiser. No one but the ‘Secret Keeper’ knew where your parents hid. Your godfather, Sirius Black, was your parents’ secret keeper. They entrusted their – and your – safety to him and he betrayed them by giving the ‘secret’ away. Once he told the Dark Lord where your parents were hiding, the Dark Lord did not waste any time to go after them.”
Harry looked at him for a long moment before merely nodding his head in acceptance. Severus was dismayed to see it. The boy had experienced so much hardship and disappointment in his life that one more did not make much of a difference. It did nothing but further the boy’s distrust in adults.
Severus wanted nothing more than to go after Black right that moment and chop him up for potions ingredients. The mere thought of the man made his skin crawl and Severus suppressed the urge to lock Harry up and forbid him to go anywhere ever again.
Looking at Harry now, Severus knew without a doubt that over the last two years, Harry had somehow infused himself into Severus’ life without consciously knowing about it.
Severus doubted that Harry knew, or would ever know, just how much Severus was willing to sacrifice for him. The fact remained however, that Severus had more respect and admiration for this boy than for the most respected wizard of their time.
The sentimental thoughts were nauseating – even though it was the truth – and Severus glared at the boy for doing this to him.
Harry blinked up at him as if he could feel Severus’s eyes on him and when he saw the glare directed at him, he beamed one of his beaming smiles before returning to his reading.
Severus stared at the boy. He did not know whether to be enraged or pleased. The boy had not smiled at him that way in weeks and he was disgustingly happy to see it. That his glare had the effect of making the boy smile instead of cower before him was a bit worrisome but Severus put it down to the boy’s questionable mental state. No one could live with him for two years and be happy about it...
*------------------------------------------------------------------------------*
It came as no surprise to Severus that Harry made it on the team. The boy rushed to him as soon as he entered his quarters and Severus had just enough time to put down his armful of essays before Harry’s body crashed into him. Even just one week after school started, Severus already had enough marking to do to keep him busy for a week.
The hug was brief but as Severus’ heart stopped beating for that one moment, it seemed like a lifetime to him.
When his heart decided to return to its regular function it was beating too fast to be normal and Severus took a few steadying breaths to calm himself.
Harry was by that time already on the other side of the room and Severus silently thanked the boy for giving him his space.
Composing his face into the most menacing glare he could manage, Severus turned to Harry and raised an eyebrow in question.
The boy blinked at his expression but then turned his attention to the quill and parchment next to him and wrote a few sentences.
I made the team!! I couldn’t believe I made the team, but it did! They said the challenges for our team starts right away and that the other ‘Team B’ participants will also be starting their challenge while still at their schools.
Severus looked up in shock from the parchment but quickly smoothed his expression as he congratulated Harry. Knowing it was a possibility for the boy to make Team B did not prepare him for the actual happening.
“When will the other school’s participants arrive? Did they give you any indication?”
They will arrive in three weeks. Our team consists of four members. We will receive our first task tomorrow and by the time the other schools arrive we need to have the first part of the task done.
I have no idea what it could be was added as an afterthought.
The boy suddenly looked apprehensive and the quill started scratching away like mad. Severus could not really make out anything coherent in the jumbled mess on the parchment but he could guess the most of it.
“You were chosen because you are an able wizard Harry. The tasks are not dangerous and will be fun; I can guarantee that. They instigated the tournament to provide fun challenging tasks that would demonstrate young witches and wizard’s talents in different areas of magic. This is a wonderful opportunity to encourage teamwork and unity in the schools. You will enjoy it and you are competent enough not to embarrass me or yourself.”
Harry gave him a tentative smile at the praise, for it was high praise coming from Severus.
Severus ignored the smile and returned to his markings.
*-------------------------------------------------------------------------*
Harry sat on his bed, paging through the fairy tale book as he pondered his first task. Blaise sat across from him, working on his potions essay.
What do you think of something with wings? Harry passed the parchment to Blaise and waited for an answer.
“That could work but it is harder to manage than something simpler, like a cat or dog.”
Harry looked at him curiously for a moment before rephrasing his question.
I was actually talking about something like a Pegasus or Phoenix.
Blaise looked up from the parchment with an incredulous expression.
“You want to try a magical creature? Are you nuts? To transfigure even a small figure of one is difficult, and, you don’t even know what the next task would be. What if they want you to charm it to fly, or run, or something?”
Harry hid his disappointment of Blaise’s lack of confidence in his ability.
Well, I will at least try it. If I don’t manage the transfiguration, I know I won’t manage the other tasks and I will decide on a simpler animal. So, what creature do you think would be best?
Blaise looked dubious but Harry could see that he was at least trying to be supportive.
“How about a creature that looks like a normal animal but with wings, or with one distinguishing feature? Like a unicorn?”
Harry thought about that for a while and nodded.
I think that might work. I’ll ask my Master about it.
Blaise gave him a confused look and Harry could see anger building in the boy. He had no idea what could have angered his friend and wisely kept his mouth shut.
When Harry got out of the shower that evening, he heard raised voices from the living room.
“I appreciate your concern for your friend but I will remind you Mr Zabini that you are sill my student and disrespect will not be tolerated.”
Harry had never heard his Master this angry before and wondered what Blaise could have said to anger the man so much.
“He calls you his ‘Master’. What am I supposed to think of that, Professor?”
Master Snape sighed loudly before Harry heard him directing Blaise to take a seat.
“Harry should not have called me that, I have tried to convince him to call me Professor Snape or even just Snape or sir but the boy doesn’t understand the reasons for it.
Mr Zabini, what I am about to tell you does not leave this room, is that clear?”
Harry heard Blaise give and affirmative answer and then listened as Master Snape described some of Harry’s past.
No mention was made of his relatives and Master Snape only explained the basics of Harry’s life with Master Damen.
Half an hour later, Harry stirred from his position against the wall. He had sunk down to the floor after the first five minutes and had dosed off after that. Master Snape’s form towered over him now and Harry flinched at the glare sent his way. It was the first time in months that Master Snape’s glare frightened him and Harry couldn’t suppress his reaction in time.
Master Snape stepped back a bit before ordering Harry to follow him.
“I belief you heard some of what Mr Zabini came to talk to me about.” It was not a question but a statement and Harry nodded.
“Mr Zabini’s reaction is a good example to learn from. Anyone who hears you addressing me as ‘Master’ will react this way and some of them will not even bother asking questions before accusing me of mistreating you.
You know well and good that I have not, nor will I ever mistreat you and having you inadvertently lead others to belief so is an insult to my character. You will desist with calling me Master and from now on will call me sir or Professor Snape.”
Harry cringed back at the harsh tone and words but nodded as his Mas… no, Professor Snape finished his explanation. He had no idea why anyone would think this man was mistreating him but if that was what people would think just because he called him ‘Master’… then Harry could change and call the man something else. It would take a while but Harry would do his best to remember not to call the man ‘Master’.
Master Snape looked at him long and hard before turning around and going to his workroom.
A burning sensation in his eyes caused Harry to blink but he ignored the implications and retired to his bedroom for the night.
He would think of something to make it up to the man in the morning.
The last thought to plague him before sleep claimed him was that he had no Master now. No one wanted him anymore. A shudder wrecked his frame as sleep claimed him.
*-----------------------------------------------------------------------*
Master Snape treated him the same as always the next morning and Harry gave a quiet sigh of relief.
Classes were still the same and Harry was still required to attend them, even though he was one of the contestants in the tournament. It was hard to sit in class next to an empty desk, knowing that the one person he wanted next to him would never again be there.
In Transfiguration class, the teacher allowed Harry to work on his tournament project and he set about researching information on various magical and mythical creatures.
There were two creatures that interested him and Harry focused on them.
The Peryton and the Amphiptere. The book Harry used – Professor Snape gave it to him – described the Peryton as a deer with wings that casts the shadow of a man. Muggles believed them to be from Atlantis, a mythical island, but really, the Peryton was a magical creature that lived in the Northern parts of Africa. The creature looked easy enough to transfigure and Harry suppressed the urge to do so now.
The book described an Amphiptere as a serpent with wings. The thought of having a snake or snake-like creature to converse with was tempting and if Harry only knew what the tasks involved, his decision would be so much easier to make!
The bell rang to signal the end of the lesson and Harry put his book away. He would ask Professor Snape about it, maybe the man could give him an indication as to which creature would be best to attempt.
Harry met with the other three members of his team and felt a bit nervous when he realized he was the only one to attempt a magical creature. As the youngest in the team – everyone else was fifth year and above – most of his teammates were indulgent with him and they encouraged his attempt.
The fact that they saw him as a child did not sit well with Harry but as they were all supportive, he did not take too much offence.
Everyone already had the basic form of their chosen animal and Harry looked the small figures over with a smile. Two of the figures were no bigger than his hand and the small forms of cat and owl made him smile. The horse was a bit bigger than the other two but still cute in its own right.
None of the figures had any detail yet and Harry couldn’t wait to see the finished product of each. Now, they were all just rock or wood like animals. Harry knew that by the time the other schools arrived his whole team would have small figures of animals with soft fur, sharp nails and any other distinguishing characteristics needed for the animals.
Waving goodbye at them, Harry hurried back to the castle. He was more excited about his project than ever before and was anxious to start his transfiguration.
As he neared the gates of Hogwarts, Harry felt eyes watching him and scanned the area for the perpetrator. A large black dog looked at him for a while before growling once and turning away from him.
Weird… was the only thing Harry could think as he made his way to Professor Snape’s chambers.
End Chapter 8
Sorry the chapter is short and that I had to split the year into two chapters but I’m a bit pressed against time today. I will try my best to get the rest of third year out by the end of the day but I can’t promise anything. You will definitely have it by tomorrow :)
I have decided, and most of you are going to hate me for it, I’m sure, but Sirius is not going to be a ‘good guy’ in this. You’re going to hate him in fact.
Just a warning…. :)
Please review!! :)