I reach but I only feel air at night
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I reach but I only feel air at night
Disclaimer: I have no claim over the characters in this story for they are J.K. Rowlings as I’m sure you all know, just the circumstances I put them in.
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I reach but I feel only air at night.
Harry raised his hand and knocked nervously on the potion masters office door.
Smoothing back the black strands of his fringe, he put on what he hoped was his most amicable expression as he waited for the Professor to answer.
After a moment the door was jerked open and the sallow face of Severus Snape appeared around the darkened, panelled wood.
“Potter,” He sneered. “To what do I owe this somewhat doubtful pleasure?”
“Good evening Professor Snape. I was just wondering if perhaps you would allow me to speak with you for a few minutes, its very important.”
“And what do you call what we are doing now Potter? Grunting like pigs I suppose! That is the baser language you students tend to communicate in, is it not?”
Harry gritted his teeth through his smile, “I think one of us IS speaking like a civilised human being professor. But I would prefer it if what I have to say to you is said in the privacy of your office and not in the open hallway.”
A flash of something undecernable lit the potion master’s dark eyes before the door slid open a little wider and Harry was nodded in.
Snape had already settled himself behind his desk by the time Harry had shut the door and moved into the cramped little office. Now he waved him forward impatiently with a rather bedraggled looking feather quill.
“Come on Potter I haven’t got all day!”
Harry hurried forward to seat himself in the remaining empty chair. It was neither plush nor comfortable. In fact Harry wouldn’t be at all surprised if Snape wanted his guests to feel as uncomfortable as possible, that is to say if he had any, other than students of course.
The potions master looked up from his fevered scribbling at this point long enough to look at Harry beadily, “Well?”
“Oh, um, yes, err Professor Dumbledore thinks it wise for me to start up-”
He was interrupted by an abrupt knock on the door.
With a sigh his professor threw down his quill and stalked to the door, “Yes?!”
Harry took a few seconds to feel sorry for the hapless student behind the door before taking the chance to peruse his surroundings.
Surprisingly the office was not as plain as he had thought it would be.
The only objects of furniture were the rickety desk and chairs and one lone shelf adorning the wall to his right. Upon the shelf were several jars filled with grotesque sludge coloured objects and a broken a sneak-a-scope.
Across about one third of the floor a rather plush but liberally ink stained dark green carpet lay, covering the cold flagstones from view and bulging slightly like a defensive grass couloured pussy cat.
A recently used silver tea set on a silver tray stood wonkily off to one side of the sloping desk, whilst on the other sat a haphazardly positioned in-tray piled high with parchment.
But what really caught Harry’s eye though, was a silver photo frame hidden partially behind a jutting peice of parchment. Leaning slightly he could just make out that he was looking at the back of the frame.
Glancing toward the door where his professor was still conversing quietly with whomever it was, Harry very slowly stretched out his arm and touched a single fingertip to the corner of the frame.
Nudging it ever so gently he managed to turn it so that he could see the photo that lay within the frame, but before he could even glance at it properly, it was snatched out of his hands and his knuckles were left smarting on the desk.
“What do you want Potter?!”
Harry swallowed and rubbed his sore knuckles. “Professor Dumbledore wishes me to apologise for the incident with the pensive, which I do unreservedly, and…respectfully to ask if you would consider continuing my occlumency lessons?”
There wasn’t even a moments pause,
“Absolutely not!!”
“But Professor-”
“But nothing Potter! Why on earth should I consider taking you on for private tutorledge again when you pry into my personal life every time my back is turned? Imagine what you'd do if I actually gave you a REASON to be in my office every week! Perhaps a quick root through my drawers hmm? Another dive into my pensive? Or even an attempt at breaking into my private quarters! Because that would be just your style wouldn't it Potter!”
Harry licked his lips desperately, “No professor I would never-”
“Oh but you would! I know you would because you just can’t help yourself, you’re a nasty, nosey, inquisitive little sneak and no!" He held up a hand to Harry's protests. "I’ve made up my mind, I'm not teaching you occlumency again...Now,”
Here Snape leaned forward over the desk, planting his hands deliberately just in front of Harry.
“Get out!”
…
Harry trudged through the hall to Dumbledore’s office, defeated and dejected. Dumbledore had been so sure that Harry would be able to bring Snape round...and now Harry had to admit that he'd failed.
Almost whispering the password to the Gargoyle he stepped onto the moving staircase and stared sulkily at the wall, his hands in his pockets and his expression glum. At the top he knocked once.
“Come.”
Harry kicked the door carelessly shut behind him and waited for the Headmaster to acknowledge his presence.
Not long after, Dumbledore lifted his head from one of the puffing objects on his desk and started when he saw Harry.
“Harry? Didn't you receive my owl this morning at breakfast?”
“No sir, I wasn’t at breakfast. I had a rather bad nightmare last night and I overslept.”
“Oh, well I’m afraid I must-”
The Headmaster was cut off abruptly as a flustered third year shot through the door without knocking.
“P-Proffesor Dumbledore,” He got out breathlessly, “Professor Sprout requires your immediate assistance in greenhouse four, one of the man eating geraniums has got a hold of Jeremy Bumpkin!”
Dumbledore was on his feet in an instant, “I’m on my way, Harry-” Here he broke off helplessly, “Oh…you better have a seat.” He said waving a hand at his desk. Before he left he looked at Harry piercingly, “But do NOT touch anything! And I do mean ANYTHING!”
With that he hurried out after the third year pupil, shutting the door with a snap behind him.
Harry stared bemusedly after him for a moment before going to sit in the chair before the Headmaster’s desk, it was, admittedly, a lot more comfortable than Professor Snape’s.
Perhaps, he thought, staring absently at the contraption Dumbledore had been fiddling with earlier, it was best to delay the inevitable, he really didn’t want to see Dumbledore’s reaction when he told him of his failure.
Realising what he was staring at, his eyes narrowed and he stared at the silver instrement, what WAS that?
Almost involuntarily, after all Professor Dumbledore had expressed a particular wish for him not to touch anything, his hand reached out and he grasped the object tentatively in his fingers.
At once a blinding light filled the office and by the time it had receded there was nothing left upon the chair opposite the Headmaster’s desk, save for that blasted instrument.
…
That evening one very irate Potions Professor could be found in the self same seat.
“You mean to tell me that you sent him a letter telling him in no uncertain terms not to visit you today, and when he didn’t receive it because…as is his want, he slept in late, you told him not to TOUCH anything because you had to leave the room?”
Dumbledore sighed dejectedly and ran a hand through his beard in a somewhat guilty gesture.
“I can only assume it is fate working to overrule our demands Severus-”
Snape was on his feet in an instant, “Fate! FATE! No old man I can assure you that it is YOU who is overruling MY demands! You KNEW Potter’s penchant for prying and yet you still left him ALONE with the time piece sitting DIRECTLY opposite him and as for your letter, well that was damned ambiguous for a start!" Here he threw up his hands, whirled and continued pacing, angrily, kicking the chair out of his way now and again.
“Well there’s nothing for it, you’re going to have to go and retrieve him!” He said stopping his furious pacing to stare keenly at the Headmaster.
The old man shook his head apologetically, “There is a chance that my younger self will see me and you know the penalty I face should that sort of encounter take place. No I am afraid that we shall have to let events take their course, you must accept this Severus.”
A moment later a frightened first year Hufflepuff sped down the stairs outside the Headmaster’s office after hearing an outraged scream followed by a very loud crash inside of it.
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I reach but I feel only air at night.
Harry raised his hand and knocked nervously on the potion masters office door.
Smoothing back the black strands of his fringe, he put on what he hoped was his most amicable expression as he waited for the Professor to answer.
After a moment the door was jerked open and the sallow face of Severus Snape appeared around the darkened, panelled wood.
“Potter,” He sneered. “To what do I owe this somewhat doubtful pleasure?”
“Good evening Professor Snape. I was just wondering if perhaps you would allow me to speak with you for a few minutes, its very important.”
“And what do you call what we are doing now Potter? Grunting like pigs I suppose! That is the baser language you students tend to communicate in, is it not?”
Harry gritted his teeth through his smile, “I think one of us IS speaking like a civilised human being professor. But I would prefer it if what I have to say to you is said in the privacy of your office and not in the open hallway.”
A flash of something undecernable lit the potion master’s dark eyes before the door slid open a little wider and Harry was nodded in.
Snape had already settled himself behind his desk by the time Harry had shut the door and moved into the cramped little office. Now he waved him forward impatiently with a rather bedraggled looking feather quill.
“Come on Potter I haven’t got all day!”
Harry hurried forward to seat himself in the remaining empty chair. It was neither plush nor comfortable. In fact Harry wouldn’t be at all surprised if Snape wanted his guests to feel as uncomfortable as possible, that is to say if he had any, other than students of course.
The potions master looked up from his fevered scribbling at this point long enough to look at Harry beadily, “Well?”
“Oh, um, yes, err Professor Dumbledore thinks it wise for me to start up-”
He was interrupted by an abrupt knock on the door.
With a sigh his professor threw down his quill and stalked to the door, “Yes?!”
Harry took a few seconds to feel sorry for the hapless student behind the door before taking the chance to peruse his surroundings.
Surprisingly the office was not as plain as he had thought it would be.
The only objects of furniture were the rickety desk and chairs and one lone shelf adorning the wall to his right. Upon the shelf were several jars filled with grotesque sludge coloured objects and a broken a sneak-a-scope.
Across about one third of the floor a rather plush but liberally ink stained dark green carpet lay, covering the cold flagstones from view and bulging slightly like a defensive grass couloured pussy cat.
A recently used silver tea set on a silver tray stood wonkily off to one side of the sloping desk, whilst on the other sat a haphazardly positioned in-tray piled high with parchment.
But what really caught Harry’s eye though, was a silver photo frame hidden partially behind a jutting peice of parchment. Leaning slightly he could just make out that he was looking at the back of the frame.
Glancing toward the door where his professor was still conversing quietly with whomever it was, Harry very slowly stretched out his arm and touched a single fingertip to the corner of the frame.
Nudging it ever so gently he managed to turn it so that he could see the photo that lay within the frame, but before he could even glance at it properly, it was snatched out of his hands and his knuckles were left smarting on the desk.
“What do you want Potter?!”
Harry swallowed and rubbed his sore knuckles. “Professor Dumbledore wishes me to apologise for the incident with the pensive, which I do unreservedly, and…respectfully to ask if you would consider continuing my occlumency lessons?”
There wasn’t even a moments pause,
“Absolutely not!!”
“But Professor-”
“But nothing Potter! Why on earth should I consider taking you on for private tutorledge again when you pry into my personal life every time my back is turned? Imagine what you'd do if I actually gave you a REASON to be in my office every week! Perhaps a quick root through my drawers hmm? Another dive into my pensive? Or even an attempt at breaking into my private quarters! Because that would be just your style wouldn't it Potter!”
Harry licked his lips desperately, “No professor I would never-”
“Oh but you would! I know you would because you just can’t help yourself, you’re a nasty, nosey, inquisitive little sneak and no!" He held up a hand to Harry's protests. "I’ve made up my mind, I'm not teaching you occlumency again...Now,”
Here Snape leaned forward over the desk, planting his hands deliberately just in front of Harry.
“Get out!”
…
Harry trudged through the hall to Dumbledore’s office, defeated and dejected. Dumbledore had been so sure that Harry would be able to bring Snape round...and now Harry had to admit that he'd failed.
Almost whispering the password to the Gargoyle he stepped onto the moving staircase and stared sulkily at the wall, his hands in his pockets and his expression glum. At the top he knocked once.
“Come.”
Harry kicked the door carelessly shut behind him and waited for the Headmaster to acknowledge his presence.
Not long after, Dumbledore lifted his head from one of the puffing objects on his desk and started when he saw Harry.
“Harry? Didn't you receive my owl this morning at breakfast?”
“No sir, I wasn’t at breakfast. I had a rather bad nightmare last night and I overslept.”
“Oh, well I’m afraid I must-”
The Headmaster was cut off abruptly as a flustered third year shot through the door without knocking.
“P-Proffesor Dumbledore,” He got out breathlessly, “Professor Sprout requires your immediate assistance in greenhouse four, one of the man eating geraniums has got a hold of Jeremy Bumpkin!”
Dumbledore was on his feet in an instant, “I’m on my way, Harry-” Here he broke off helplessly, “Oh…you better have a seat.” He said waving a hand at his desk. Before he left he looked at Harry piercingly, “But do NOT touch anything! And I do mean ANYTHING!”
With that he hurried out after the third year pupil, shutting the door with a snap behind him.
Harry stared bemusedly after him for a moment before going to sit in the chair before the Headmaster’s desk, it was, admittedly, a lot more comfortable than Professor Snape’s.
Perhaps, he thought, staring absently at the contraption Dumbledore had been fiddling with earlier, it was best to delay the inevitable, he really didn’t want to see Dumbledore’s reaction when he told him of his failure.
Realising what he was staring at, his eyes narrowed and he stared at the silver instrement, what WAS that?
Almost involuntarily, after all Professor Dumbledore had expressed a particular wish for him not to touch anything, his hand reached out and he grasped the object tentatively in his fingers.
At once a blinding light filled the office and by the time it had receded there was nothing left upon the chair opposite the Headmaster’s desk, save for that blasted instrument.
…
That evening one very irate Potions Professor could be found in the self same seat.
“You mean to tell me that you sent him a letter telling him in no uncertain terms not to visit you today, and when he didn’t receive it because…as is his want, he slept in late, you told him not to TOUCH anything because you had to leave the room?”
Dumbledore sighed dejectedly and ran a hand through his beard in a somewhat guilty gesture.
“I can only assume it is fate working to overrule our demands Severus-”
Snape was on his feet in an instant, “Fate! FATE! No old man I can assure you that it is YOU who is overruling MY demands! You KNEW Potter’s penchant for prying and yet you still left him ALONE with the time piece sitting DIRECTLY opposite him and as for your letter, well that was damned ambiguous for a start!" Here he threw up his hands, whirled and continued pacing, angrily, kicking the chair out of his way now and again.
“Well there’s nothing for it, you’re going to have to go and retrieve him!” He said stopping his furious pacing to stare keenly at the Headmaster.
The old man shook his head apologetically, “There is a chance that my younger self will see me and you know the penalty I face should that sort of encounter take place. No I am afraid that we shall have to let events take their course, you must accept this Severus.”
A moment later a frightened first year Hufflepuff sped down the stairs outside the Headmaster’s office after hearing an outraged scream followed by a very loud crash inside of it.
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