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ASoE: Interlude #5 Scraps
I've been working on this fanfic story for over two years, it seems. This latest chapter took forever to get down because it kept changing. Here is one version, in which Snape knocks himself out and Harry goes in to help him:
He would notice right away if someone tried to get inside, and Harry would be lucky if he made out again with just a detention and a few lost points.
opening and silently closed the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, it disappeared, transforming into stone once more.
Snape was not in the best of health, however. He should be back in the Hospital Wing, instead of down here in the dungeons, the git.
Harry walked towards the hidden door and pushed aside the dried herbs. He stared at the carving on the door as it formed, his heart racing. This was a bad idea. His hand hovered over the carving, a carnation no bigger than a fist...
A thud on the other side of the door startled him. "Pnajandrum," Harry said said quickly, pushing the door and rushing inside.
... The sitting room on the other side was brightly lit. Books and strange srtifacts filled the bookshelves set against the far wall. Two doors were set on either side of the bookshelves: a piece of cloth was hanging off the doorknob of the one of the right. A couple of armchairs were set some distance from the fireplace. A low table was set before them. Snape lay on the floor face-down in the space between the chairs and the table, sprawled out on the dark gray rug.
"Snape!" Harry cried out, rushing to the man's side. He rolled Snape onto his back. His head rested against Harry's leg. There was blood on his temple.
"Snape, wake up," he said again, shaking the man, but there was no response.
Harry gritted his teeth and dragged Snape twards one of the armchairs. The man was too heavy, there was no way that he would be able to get Snape intot he chiar without magic. As he pulled out his wand from his pocket, however, Snape began to stir.
"Snape," he said in a low voice, his nose nearly touching Snape's. He warched as the man's eyes open weakly before closeing again.
"... Bryant..." Snape said in a weak voice. He reached up and touched Harry's face. His hand was ice-cold.
Harry breathed in, suddenly overwhelmed by feelings he was afraid to identify. Snape's cold hand was gritty against his cheek. It pressed against his skin, the thumb sliding against the corner of his mouth.
Snape guided him closer. His nose pressed against Harry's. Snape was strying to kiss him. Snape thought Harry was that Auror and he was going to kiss him. "I'm not Bryant," Harry said weakly, his face burning against SNape's cold hand.
Snape paused. His eyes opened a bit before closing. His brow furrowed. "Not..."
"I'm Harry," he said.
Snape opened his eyes slowly, almost in stages, and looked up at Harry's face. They were so close now; Harry held his breath in fear. "Harry," he repeated, his black eyes unfocused.
"I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing," Harry said.
Snape slipped off of Harry's cheek, only to grab the skin in a pinch.
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... I thought that Snape banging his head on the table was a neat idea, but I didn't know where to take it after that. And the kiss I had originally planned for this part would have come too early for the story. So, instead, I changed the OC's name and decided to go in this direction:
Harry stared at the open door...
...The lights on the wall scones were bright, banishing the shadows and bringing all the dark stains on Snape's robes in sharp relief. As Snape straightened to stand, Harry saw there was more on Snape's robes than just mud and debris.
Snape swayed towards one of the doors on the far side of the room. He dropped the dirty sack on the floor and began undoing the fastening and buttons of his robes. Harry watched with held breath as Snape slowly stripped right in front of him. The black robes fell away, revealing a scarred, bruised back and thighs.
Harry's mouth dried at the sight and his face grew hot as Snape let his robes fall onto the floor. His hands gripped his knees as he watched Snape open the door to the right and wobbled into his bathroom.
Harry walked around the sofa, keeping his eyes on Snape as the professor poured himself a bath. The man's hands were shaking as he turned on the faucets and peeled off the last of his clothing.
The sight of Snape's bare buttocks made Harry's face burn hotter. There was something about them that was making Harry very uncomfortable, and he couldn't stop staring even as Snape flashed him as he slid into his bathtub. He edged closer to the bathroom door, careful to not step on Snape's discarded robes.
Snape moaned weakly as he sank into the water. A feverish color rose to his cheeks he lay his head against the rim of the tub. He moaned and closed his eyes, utterly exhausted.
There was a knock on the door leading to Snape's office, making Harry jump underneath his Cloak. He dived behind the sofa, forgetting for a moment that he was invisible as Snape raised his head.
The person on the other side of the door opened it, letting himself in. The shimmer of Dumbledore's robes gave him away before he finished entering the room.
"Severus?" he called out, his eyes on the open bathroom door.
"...In the bath," Snape said, cramming large amounts of annoyance and weariness into those short words.
"Ah," Dumbledore said, tactfully turning his back on the open door to give Snape his privacy. His gaze fell on Harry, stooping behind the couch. Harry gulped as the headmaster looked down at him with a frown on his face. "Shall I come back at a more convenient time?"
There was a splashing sound as Snape sank deeper into the water. "Is there such a thing?" He sighed. "Nothing happened tonight."
Harry rose to his feet, unable to meet Dumbledore's eyes. "Do you want me to call Poppy down to see you?" Dumbledore asked even as he glared down at Harry.
"Don't you dare," Snape said with a splash. "I'll be fine in the morning."
"I'll just have to take your word for it," Dumbledore said. His eyes flickered to the door, silently ordering Harry to move. "So, shall I leave you to your bath?" With those words, Dumbledore began to herd Harry towards the door.
"Wait," Snape said as he sat up. He stared suspiciously at Dumbledore as he pushed his wet hair behind his ear. "What are you hiding from me?"
Dumbledore looked over at Snape and smiled. "What do you mean?"
"You're usually more interested in my excursions, Headmaster," Snape said.
"Well, I felt that, since you've been through quite a lot lately," Dumbledore said, "it wouldn't hurt to check up on you before I turn in for the night. Was it wrong of me to do so?"
Snape was looking to the side, silent for a moment. "You should be in bed, yourself," he said finally.
"Well, I can sleep peacefully, knowing that you've returned," Dumbledore said. Snape stared at Dumbledore, his face unexpressive and practically unimpresssed by the headmaster's words before softening with exhaustion.
Snape sank back into the bath with a sigh. "Good night, Albus," he said as the faucet magically turned itself off.
"Good night, Severus," Dumbledore said, nudging Harry towards the door. "And don't forget to read the materials I left you. I'd like them back as soon as possible."
There was a bit of splashing from the bath, but that was the only response from Snape as Dumbledore opened the door for Harry. Harry meekly stepped back into Snape's office, trying not to look behind him as Professor Dumbledore closed the hidden door behind them.
"Come with me," Professor Dumbledore said, not looking at Harry as he led the way out of the dungeons and up to his office. The gargoyle leaped out of their way and the spiraling staircase seemed especially long that night. By the time Harry entered the headmaster's office, he was cold and shaking with nerves and adrenaline.
"Take the Cloak off, Harry," Dumbledore said as he settled into his chair behind his desk. Harry dragged the Cloak off his head. He held the fabric at his side, his grip on it painfully tight, as Professor Dumbledore stared at him from over the top of his glasses. "Why were you in Professor Snape's rooms, Harry?"
"I wanted to see if he was all right," Harry said, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes. "He cancelled my detention tonight, and I didn't think that was normal, so..."
"So you decided to wait for him to come back as well?" Professor Dumbledore said. There was a faint smile on the headmaster's face. "I'm glad that you are showing concern for Professor Snape's health, but I'm starting to worry about the way you're showing it." The faint smile faded away. "This is the second night in a row you were found breaking curfew and following Professor Snape, Harry."
"It was with good reason, Professor," Harry said.
"Was this reason also why you sneaked into Professor Snape's quarters tonight?" Dumbledore countered, his expression stern. "Consider yourself fortunate that Professor Snape did not realize that you were there. It would have made things much worse for you." He glanced over at the office door. "Ah, just in time. Come in, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall let herself in. Her gaze went first to Harry before she turned her attention towards the Headmaster. "You wished to see me, Professor?"
"I apologize for the late hour, but Harry here was found in the dungeons tonight," Dumbledore said.
"In the dungeons," McGonagall echoed, confused.
"To be more specific," Dumbledore said, "in Professor Snape's quarters."
"Snape's-" McGonagall said with a shout before turning towards Harry. "What were you doing in Professor Snape's quarters?"
"I wasn't doing anything," Harry said in a low voice.
"Did Professor Snape know he was there?" McGonagall said, turning back towards Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor Snape was unaware that Harry was there, no," Dumbledore said, "and considering his latest round of troubles, I can understand how that was possible. He had been going through some hardships lately. So, I leave it to you, as his Head of House, to punish him accordingly."
McGonagall's lips were thin with disapproval as she turned back towards Harry. "Well, come along, Mr. Potter," she said. Harry followed McGonagall, feeling as he managed to gotten out of the pan, only to fall into the fire.
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... Then I realized that Dumbles not telling Snape would be weird? So after a bit of editing, and a lot less stripping on Snape's part, I got the final version.
Gee, wasn't that fun?
Love and Peace! <3
He would notice right away if someone tried to get inside, and Harry would be lucky if he made out again with just a detention and a few lost points.
opening and silently closed the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, it disappeared, transforming into stone once more.
Snape was not in the best of health, however. He should be back in the Hospital Wing, instead of down here in the dungeons, the git.
Harry walked towards the hidden door and pushed aside the dried herbs. He stared at the carving on the door as it formed, his heart racing. This was a bad idea. His hand hovered over the carving, a carnation no bigger than a fist...
A thud on the other side of the door startled him. "Pnajandrum," Harry said said quickly, pushing the door and rushing inside.
... The sitting room on the other side was brightly lit. Books and strange srtifacts filled the bookshelves set against the far wall. Two doors were set on either side of the bookshelves: a piece of cloth was hanging off the doorknob of the one of the right. A couple of armchairs were set some distance from the fireplace. A low table was set before them. Snape lay on the floor face-down in the space between the chairs and the table, sprawled out on the dark gray rug.
"Snape!" Harry cried out, rushing to the man's side. He rolled Snape onto his back. His head rested against Harry's leg. There was blood on his temple.
"Snape, wake up," he said again, shaking the man, but there was no response.
Harry gritted his teeth and dragged Snape twards one of the armchairs. The man was too heavy, there was no way that he would be able to get Snape intot he chiar without magic. As he pulled out his wand from his pocket, however, Snape began to stir.
"Snape," he said in a low voice, his nose nearly touching Snape's. He warched as the man's eyes open weakly before closeing again.
"... Bryant..." Snape said in a weak voice. He reached up and touched Harry's face. His hand was ice-cold.
Harry breathed in, suddenly overwhelmed by feelings he was afraid to identify. Snape's cold hand was gritty against his cheek. It pressed against his skin, the thumb sliding against the corner of his mouth.
Snape guided him closer. His nose pressed against Harry's. Snape was strying to kiss him. Snape thought Harry was that Auror and he was going to kiss him. "I'm not Bryant," Harry said weakly, his face burning against SNape's cold hand.
Snape paused. His eyes opened a bit before closing. His brow furrowed. "Not..."
"I'm Harry," he said.
Snape opened his eyes slowly, almost in stages, and looked up at Harry's face. They were so close now; Harry held his breath in fear. "Harry," he repeated, his black eyes unfocused.
"I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing," Harry said.
Snape slipped off of Harry's cheek, only to grab the skin in a pinch.
... I thought that Snape banging his head on the table was a neat idea, but I didn't know where to take it after that. And the kiss I had originally planned for this part would have come too early for the story. So, instead, I changed the OC's name and decided to go in this direction:
Harry stared at the open door...
...The lights on the wall scones were bright, banishing the shadows and bringing all the dark stains on Snape's robes in sharp relief. As Snape straightened to stand, Harry saw there was more on Snape's robes than just mud and debris.
Snape swayed towards one of the doors on the far side of the room. He dropped the dirty sack on the floor and began undoing the fastening and buttons of his robes. Harry watched with held breath as Snape slowly stripped right in front of him. The black robes fell away, revealing a scarred, bruised back and thighs.
Harry's mouth dried at the sight and his face grew hot as Snape let his robes fall onto the floor. His hands gripped his knees as he watched Snape open the door to the right and wobbled into his bathroom.
Harry walked around the sofa, keeping his eyes on Snape as the professor poured himself a bath. The man's hands were shaking as he turned on the faucets and peeled off the last of his clothing.
The sight of Snape's bare buttocks made Harry's face burn hotter. There was something about them that was making Harry very uncomfortable, and he couldn't stop staring even as Snape flashed him as he slid into his bathtub. He edged closer to the bathroom door, careful to not step on Snape's discarded robes.
Snape moaned weakly as he sank into the water. A feverish color rose to his cheeks he lay his head against the rim of the tub. He moaned and closed his eyes, utterly exhausted.
There was a knock on the door leading to Snape's office, making Harry jump underneath his Cloak. He dived behind the sofa, forgetting for a moment that he was invisible as Snape raised his head.
The person on the other side of the door opened it, letting himself in. The shimmer of Dumbledore's robes gave him away before he finished entering the room.
"Severus?" he called out, his eyes on the open bathroom door.
"...In the bath," Snape said, cramming large amounts of annoyance and weariness into those short words.
"Ah," Dumbledore said, tactfully turning his back on the open door to give Snape his privacy. His gaze fell on Harry, stooping behind the couch. Harry gulped as the headmaster looked down at him with a frown on his face. "Shall I come back at a more convenient time?"
There was a splashing sound as Snape sank deeper into the water. "Is there such a thing?" He sighed. "Nothing happened tonight."
Harry rose to his feet, unable to meet Dumbledore's eyes. "Do you want me to call Poppy down to see you?" Dumbledore asked even as he glared down at Harry.
"Don't you dare," Snape said with a splash. "I'll be fine in the morning."
"I'll just have to take your word for it," Dumbledore said. His eyes flickered to the door, silently ordering Harry to move. "So, shall I leave you to your bath?" With those words, Dumbledore began to herd Harry towards the door.
"Wait," Snape said as he sat up. He stared suspiciously at Dumbledore as he pushed his wet hair behind his ear. "What are you hiding from me?"
Dumbledore looked over at Snape and smiled. "What do you mean?"
"You're usually more interested in my excursions, Headmaster," Snape said.
"Well, I felt that, since you've been through quite a lot lately," Dumbledore said, "it wouldn't hurt to check up on you before I turn in for the night. Was it wrong of me to do so?"
Snape was looking to the side, silent for a moment. "You should be in bed, yourself," he said finally.
"Well, I can sleep peacefully, knowing that you've returned," Dumbledore said. Snape stared at Dumbledore, his face unexpressive and practically unimpresssed by the headmaster's words before softening with exhaustion.
Snape sank back into the bath with a sigh. "Good night, Albus," he said as the faucet magically turned itself off.
"Good night, Severus," Dumbledore said, nudging Harry towards the door. "And don't forget to read the materials I left you. I'd like them back as soon as possible."
There was a bit of splashing from the bath, but that was the only response from Snape as Dumbledore opened the door for Harry. Harry meekly stepped back into Snape's office, trying not to look behind him as Professor Dumbledore closed the hidden door behind them.
"Come with me," Professor Dumbledore said, not looking at Harry as he led the way out of the dungeons and up to his office. The gargoyle leaped out of their way and the spiraling staircase seemed especially long that night. By the time Harry entered the headmaster's office, he was cold and shaking with nerves and adrenaline.
"Take the Cloak off, Harry," Dumbledore said as he settled into his chair behind his desk. Harry dragged the Cloak off his head. He held the fabric at his side, his grip on it painfully tight, as Professor Dumbledore stared at him from over the top of his glasses. "Why were you in Professor Snape's rooms, Harry?"
"I wanted to see if he was all right," Harry said, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes. "He cancelled my detention tonight, and I didn't think that was normal, so..."
"So you decided to wait for him to come back as well?" Professor Dumbledore said. There was a faint smile on the headmaster's face. "I'm glad that you are showing concern for Professor Snape's health, but I'm starting to worry about the way you're showing it." The faint smile faded away. "This is the second night in a row you were found breaking curfew and following Professor Snape, Harry."
"It was with good reason, Professor," Harry said.
"Was this reason also why you sneaked into Professor Snape's quarters tonight?" Dumbledore countered, his expression stern. "Consider yourself fortunate that Professor Snape did not realize that you were there. It would have made things much worse for you." He glanced over at the office door. "Ah, just in time. Come in, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall let herself in. Her gaze went first to Harry before she turned her attention towards the Headmaster. "You wished to see me, Professor?"
"I apologize for the late hour, but Harry here was found in the dungeons tonight," Dumbledore said.
"In the dungeons," McGonagall echoed, confused.
"To be more specific," Dumbledore said, "in Professor Snape's quarters."
"Snape's-" McGonagall said with a shout before turning towards Harry. "What were you doing in Professor Snape's quarters?"
"I wasn't doing anything," Harry said in a low voice.
"Did Professor Snape know he was there?" McGonagall said, turning back towards Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor Snape was unaware that Harry was there, no," Dumbledore said, "and considering his latest round of troubles, I can understand how that was possible. He had been going through some hardships lately. So, I leave it to you, as his Head of House, to punish him accordingly."
McGonagall's lips were thin with disapproval as she turned back towards Harry. "Well, come along, Mr. Potter," she said. Harry followed McGonagall, feeling as he managed to gotten out of the pan, only to fall into the fire.
... Then I realized that Dumbles not telling Snape would be weird? So after a bit of editing, and a lot less stripping on Snape's part, I got the final version.
Gee, wasn't that fun?
Love and Peace! <3