Spying in the Forest
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Spying in the Forest
Spying in the forest.
Author: Ahrimanne
Author: email potion_masters_assistant@hotmail.com
Disclaimer if required: All characters except the reader beloo tho the goddess JK, I don’t wish to upset her or anger her in any way, I’m just too little and insignificant.
I am in the forest it is night time. I think I am following Professor Snape. I am spying on him. I am sure he has a secret tryst in the forest, in the dark, where no one can see him, except his lover.
In the dark I cannot see and somehow manage to get my leg caught in gin trap. I am in pain; the metal is cutting through my flesh, into my calf muscle and into my bone. I catch my breath before I realise what has happened, I hear someone approaching, I want to cry out but know I will be in serious trouble. I try to take deep breaths and breathe through the pain. I try to get free. No luck. I see the approaching shape and I recognise it to be my quarry. He is not alone, there is someone with a lamp; it is Filch? I try to silence my breathing, I can’t.
Snapes voice demands “Light, there” and indicates the direction in which I am badly concealed.
“Student out of bed at night and in the forest, this is not allowed, there will be trouble,” adds Filch, gloating
Professor Snape recognises me and frowning asks, “Why are you here?”
“Another one to be expelled Professor?” grins Filch
Snape interjects “That’ll be all Mr. Filch. I am dealing with this now, leave and do not discuss it with anyone other than myself, do you hear?”
In the glow of the lamp, I see the Professor glaring, Filch will obey him, there are few who will cross Snape.
“Thank you very much, Sir” Filch responds “Goodnight Professor Snape, sir” and he wanders off with the lamp.
Turning back to me the Professor whispers “And Slytherin house members should know better…” he pauses then sneers softly, ”…than to be caught”
“What are you doing down there anyway’ he continues, not at all amused
“I am caught in trap, Sir” I reply shakily
“Why are you in here?”
“Sorry Sir”
“Why are you here?” he repeats, enunciating eachd ind in case I am stupid. I am, I have been caught, once in the trap and once by hihat’hat’s twice in one night.
“I was showing my friends that there is nothing to be afraid of in the forest by day or by night”
“It would appear that there is, isn’t there” he snarls, indicating with his eyes, the trap on my leg
“Yes sir, sorry sir”
He does not attempt to remove it but crouches down and appears to be studying it. I hope he isn’t going to ask too many questions the pain is unbearable. I am fighting tears.
He takes my injured leg and lies it on one side, putting his boot on one edge of the trap, and muttering something I can’t hear, perhaps an incantation or a complaint about student behaviour, with his strength he opens the trap and helps me to remove my ripped and bleeding leg.
Unusually the trap stays open. More unrecognisable words are said and the trap turns to ice before my eyes and starts to melt.
He speaks again “Can you stand?”
He holds my elbow and helps me up but it is too painful to put both feet down, I stand on one leg, with the professor still holding my elbow. Quick as a flash he scoops me, up into his arms. I am rigid. I am as close as I wanted to be, but somehow it isn’t the same.
“Relax” he orders, feeling my discomfort “it’ll be easier for me to carry you”
Instead of returning the same way Filch went, he ventures further into the forest….
“Where we going?” I ask, knowing it’s a stupid question as soon as I frame the words.
Walking effortlessly, he responds with “If you want this leg fixed tonight, you will need the help of certain plants for potions.” He stands still and addresses me, “If, on the other hand, you would prefer to wait the time of natural healing, be thrown out of Hogwarts for your little ‘adventure’ and lose a good deal of hard earned points for Slytherin house, we can arrange Mr. Filch’s attention?”
“Sorry sir”
The potions master continues his journey.
After a while he places me on the ground near a tree, “Stay here, I won’t be long.”
For a few minutes, I am alone again in the forest. I hear the sound of twigs breaking underfoot and think it must be the Professor on way back. I am looking for him in the dark. I detect movement, I see a shape it is long and low, it is a wolf. Is it a werewolf? I cannot shout for the professors help, I am too frightened. Suddenly something picks me up from behind, I scream
“Quiet, stupid child” it hisses, it is the professor
I am carried swiftly to the edge of the wood, feeling helpless and angry with myself for screaming and for being a girl.
We return to Hogwarts unseen. Snape carries me into his chambers. He closes the door, before putting me down into his chair; he lifts my injured leg onto a stool.
Across the room I see him mixing powders and grinding substances unknown to myself, the shimmering steam from his cauldron smells foul. He brings a bowl of steaming liquid to me and putting another bowl on the floor underneath my leg proceeds to pour the foul liquid into the holes left by the barbs on the trap. My leg seems to burn fiercely as if there is fire within my skin. I bite hard on the stick, which he has placed, in my mouth. The remaining liquid is poured into the holes on the other side of my leg very little trickles into the catching bowl.
He moves away back to his cauldron, still silent, still concentrating on his beloved potions.
He speaks “Has the fire subsided?”
“Yes Sir, almost. “
He returns with another steaming bowl, this time of pale blue liquid, but this is ice and this freezes the skin and I shudder as the cold penetrates so deep it almost enters my soul. Maybe it’s the potion, maybe it’s the dungeon, maybe it’s his chambers, maybe it’s him. The Master pours the second potion carefully onto both sides of my leg and immediately it heals, showing no signs of trauma. The catching bowl is full of steam, he adds some white dust and the bowl and its steam disappears completely.
He comes back, and checks his work, with much the same attention as a surgeon.
“Completely healed.” He is pleased with himself. “The only scars which will be left are the mental ones and that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. You will never go into the forest alone again, you will always remember what happened. ”
I am shivering, he notices and brings me a final golden brown potion in a silver chalice, unsure what this is for, I do not question him but drink it quickly as he instructs.
Aagh.. I feel fire burning inside me. This time the fire hits my stomach and comes back up in a wave. I feel like I am about to breathe fire. It was cognac.
“You will leave now.” He tells me “You will not mention this to anyone, Slytherin will not lose house points for your stupidity, we will win the house cup this year, we will take it back from Gryffindor.” He checks himself, then adds “No one will see you leave my chambers and no one must know you have ever been here.”
He walks to his door, opens it and walks beyond. I am perplexed, what should I do? I sit still and await instruction.
He returns “Go now, it is clear, and NEVER mention this to anyone.”
I leave
I feel excited, scared, empty.
I have spent time in the company of Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape, and yet know nothing more about him. He revealed nothing, he showed passion only for his beloved potions and for Slytherin and absolutely no interest in me. He called me a stupid child and showed me that in fact he was right, what I did was stupid. I go to bed feeling sad, he isn’t anything like my fantasy.
I awake.
It is morning.
For my first lesson of the day, I have double potions with Professor Snape.
Did last night really happen?
Did I just dream it?
The only way I will be able to answer this; is if he reacts differently to me in class.
No.
No difference there.
He still ridicules me when I forget the main ingredient in a ‘pain relief’ potion.
Scowling, he growls at me “Have you learned nothing since our last meeting? A ‘pain relief’ potion should take away the pain, you twit.”
“Sorry Sir” I reply, still wondering did I dream or was it real?
How can I ever know?
Did his eyes just glint at me?
Or am I dreaming again?
A/N anyone who has seen Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves, may recognise the ‘you twit’ comment. The addition to the ridicule seemed an appropriate but gentle rebuke. Or is the similarity between AR’s Snape and Nottingham too obvious, bad but beautiful?
Incidentally I have been writing for a long time, many stories with undecided ends, but this is my first public fiction. Treat me gently, I’m only little…..
Author: Ahrimanne
Author: email potion_masters_assistant@hotmail.com
Disclaimer if required: All characters except the reader beloo tho the goddess JK, I don’t wish to upset her or anger her in any way, I’m just too little and insignificant.
I am in the forest it is night time. I think I am following Professor Snape. I am spying on him. I am sure he has a secret tryst in the forest, in the dark, where no one can see him, except his lover.
In the dark I cannot see and somehow manage to get my leg caught in gin trap. I am in pain; the metal is cutting through my flesh, into my calf muscle and into my bone. I catch my breath before I realise what has happened, I hear someone approaching, I want to cry out but know I will be in serious trouble. I try to take deep breaths and breathe through the pain. I try to get free. No luck. I see the approaching shape and I recognise it to be my quarry. He is not alone, there is someone with a lamp; it is Filch? I try to silence my breathing, I can’t.
Snapes voice demands “Light, there” and indicates the direction in which I am badly concealed.
“Student out of bed at night and in the forest, this is not allowed, there will be trouble,” adds Filch, gloating
Professor Snape recognises me and frowning asks, “Why are you here?”
“Another one to be expelled Professor?” grins Filch
Snape interjects “That’ll be all Mr. Filch. I am dealing with this now, leave and do not discuss it with anyone other than myself, do you hear?”
In the glow of the lamp, I see the Professor glaring, Filch will obey him, there are few who will cross Snape.
“Thank you very much, Sir” Filch responds “Goodnight Professor Snape, sir” and he wanders off with the lamp.
Turning back to me the Professor whispers “And Slytherin house members should know better…” he pauses then sneers softly, ”…than to be caught”
“What are you doing down there anyway’ he continues, not at all amused
“I am caught in trap, Sir” I reply shakily
“Why are you in here?”
“Sorry Sir”
“Why are you here?” he repeats, enunciating eachd ind in case I am stupid. I am, I have been caught, once in the trap and once by hihat’hat’s twice in one night.
“I was showing my friends that there is nothing to be afraid of in the forest by day or by night”
“It would appear that there is, isn’t there” he snarls, indicating with his eyes, the trap on my leg
“Yes sir, sorry sir”
He does not attempt to remove it but crouches down and appears to be studying it. I hope he isn’t going to ask too many questions the pain is unbearable. I am fighting tears.
He takes my injured leg and lies it on one side, putting his boot on one edge of the trap, and muttering something I can’t hear, perhaps an incantation or a complaint about student behaviour, with his strength he opens the trap and helps me to remove my ripped and bleeding leg.
Unusually the trap stays open. More unrecognisable words are said and the trap turns to ice before my eyes and starts to melt.
He speaks again “Can you stand?”
He holds my elbow and helps me up but it is too painful to put both feet down, I stand on one leg, with the professor still holding my elbow. Quick as a flash he scoops me, up into his arms. I am rigid. I am as close as I wanted to be, but somehow it isn’t the same.
“Relax” he orders, feeling my discomfort “it’ll be easier for me to carry you”
Instead of returning the same way Filch went, he ventures further into the forest….
“Where we going?” I ask, knowing it’s a stupid question as soon as I frame the words.
Walking effortlessly, he responds with “If you want this leg fixed tonight, you will need the help of certain plants for potions.” He stands still and addresses me, “If, on the other hand, you would prefer to wait the time of natural healing, be thrown out of Hogwarts for your little ‘adventure’ and lose a good deal of hard earned points for Slytherin house, we can arrange Mr. Filch’s attention?”
“Sorry sir”
The potions master continues his journey.
After a while he places me on the ground near a tree, “Stay here, I won’t be long.”
For a few minutes, I am alone again in the forest. I hear the sound of twigs breaking underfoot and think it must be the Professor on way back. I am looking for him in the dark. I detect movement, I see a shape it is long and low, it is a wolf. Is it a werewolf? I cannot shout for the professors help, I am too frightened. Suddenly something picks me up from behind, I scream
“Quiet, stupid child” it hisses, it is the professor
I am carried swiftly to the edge of the wood, feeling helpless and angry with myself for screaming and for being a girl.
We return to Hogwarts unseen. Snape carries me into his chambers. He closes the door, before putting me down into his chair; he lifts my injured leg onto a stool.
Across the room I see him mixing powders and grinding substances unknown to myself, the shimmering steam from his cauldron smells foul. He brings a bowl of steaming liquid to me and putting another bowl on the floor underneath my leg proceeds to pour the foul liquid into the holes left by the barbs on the trap. My leg seems to burn fiercely as if there is fire within my skin. I bite hard on the stick, which he has placed, in my mouth. The remaining liquid is poured into the holes on the other side of my leg very little trickles into the catching bowl.
He moves away back to his cauldron, still silent, still concentrating on his beloved potions.
He speaks “Has the fire subsided?”
“Yes Sir, almost. “
He returns with another steaming bowl, this time of pale blue liquid, but this is ice and this freezes the skin and I shudder as the cold penetrates so deep it almost enters my soul. Maybe it’s the potion, maybe it’s the dungeon, maybe it’s his chambers, maybe it’s him. The Master pours the second potion carefully onto both sides of my leg and immediately it heals, showing no signs of trauma. The catching bowl is full of steam, he adds some white dust and the bowl and its steam disappears completely.
He comes back, and checks his work, with much the same attention as a surgeon.
“Completely healed.” He is pleased with himself. “The only scars which will be left are the mental ones and that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. You will never go into the forest alone again, you will always remember what happened. ”
I am shivering, he notices and brings me a final golden brown potion in a silver chalice, unsure what this is for, I do not question him but drink it quickly as he instructs.
Aagh.. I feel fire burning inside me. This time the fire hits my stomach and comes back up in a wave. I feel like I am about to breathe fire. It was cognac.
“You will leave now.” He tells me “You will not mention this to anyone, Slytherin will not lose house points for your stupidity, we will win the house cup this year, we will take it back from Gryffindor.” He checks himself, then adds “No one will see you leave my chambers and no one must know you have ever been here.”
He walks to his door, opens it and walks beyond. I am perplexed, what should I do? I sit still and await instruction.
He returns “Go now, it is clear, and NEVER mention this to anyone.”
I leave
I feel excited, scared, empty.
I have spent time in the company of Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape, and yet know nothing more about him. He revealed nothing, he showed passion only for his beloved potions and for Slytherin and absolutely no interest in me. He called me a stupid child and showed me that in fact he was right, what I did was stupid. I go to bed feeling sad, he isn’t anything like my fantasy.
I awake.
It is morning.
For my first lesson of the day, I have double potions with Professor Snape.
Did last night really happen?
Did I just dream it?
The only way I will be able to answer this; is if he reacts differently to me in class.
No.
No difference there.
He still ridicules me when I forget the main ingredient in a ‘pain relief’ potion.
Scowling, he growls at me “Have you learned nothing since our last meeting? A ‘pain relief’ potion should take away the pain, you twit.”
“Sorry Sir” I reply, still wondering did I dream or was it real?
How can I ever know?
Did his eyes just glint at me?
Or am I dreaming again?
A/N anyone who has seen Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves, may recognise the ‘you twit’ comment. The addition to the ridicule seemed an appropriate but gentle rebuke. Or is the similarity between AR’s Snape and Nottingham too obvious, bad but beautiful?
Incidentally I have been writing for a long time, many stories with undecided ends, but this is my first public fiction. Treat me gently, I’m only little…..