Potions and Snitches
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THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED.
Cleared Vision

Severus’ hand paused on Harry’s leg as he stared at the pale teen. “What? Are you absolutely certain this wasn’t a dream, that it was really Narcissa?” he asked quickly, feeling his heart sink as he realized it couldn’t possibly have been a dream because of the potion.

“I’m fairly certain, sir. I’ve only seen her once or twice, but I’m sure it was her. Mal – Draco looks just like her…” Harry said as he wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

It was the first time in a long while that Harry had been inside Voldemort’s mind, and was the very first time he had witnessed the Dark Lord actually kill someone. Even Cedric Diggory had been killed by Wormtail and not Voldemort himself. He was still a bit shaken up about it, but was starting to feel himself calm down.

Severus scooted a bit closer to Harry and looked him straight in the eyes. “Harry, I need you to describe where this took place. Was there anyone else there, anyone at all?”

What he really needed to know was if Draco had been there, and where there was. With Lucius in Azkaban and Narcissa apparently dead, his Godson was at the mercy of the Dark Lord and his followers.

Harry closed his eyes as he tried to remember all the details of what he saw, horrible as it may have been. There was a large, white room with bookshelves covering the walls. A huge fireplace with a roaring fire beside a tapestry that looked similar to the Black tapestry at Grimmauld Place, though it had a different coat of arms and had different names, most ending in the same last name; Malfoy.

“I think it was the Malfoy Manor, Professor. It was a big white room, with lots of books and a big fireplace. There was a green tapestry with lots of names on it that ended in Malfoy. There were only two other people besides Mrs. Malfoy and Voldemort. I think one was Rodolphus Lestrange and the other was most certainly Bellatrix Lestrange.”

Severus stood up quickly and pulled his wand out. “That is indeed Malfoy Manor; the library, to be precise. I must go, Harry. From what you have told me, Draco Malfoy may be in great danger,” Severus explained.

Harry was slightly bemused by that, but did nothing but nod his head slowly. He watched as Snape walked briskly across the room and left through the floo. Harry slid back down in the covers, but soon realized that the Dreamless Sleep had been interrupted and would no longer work. He had no desire to have nightmare after nightmare, so he got out of bed and decided to explore the small cottage. Everything was still blurry to him, since he still did not have his glasses back.

The living room wasn’t that big, but it looked even smaller with a large four-poster bed in the middle of it. Harry realized that the bed he had been in before must have been Snape’s own, and Snape had been attempting to sleep in the living room. He felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach that he soon recognized as gratitude for the Potions Master. Could his summer get any stranger?

Harry moved around the four-poster and saw a door leading to what he figured must be the kitchen. He discovered that the cottage must be scarcely lived in, for the kitchen held barely a dish in the cupboard, and no food save stale and molding bread in the cabinet. He didn’t dare open the small ice box for fear of what he would find. He’d simply have to wait for Snape to come back for any food. Harry pulled his wand and gave it a complicated flick, making a steaming cup of tea appear on the kitchen counter. He was extremely glad he had taken the time to learn that particular spell, now.

Snape’s bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen seemed to be the only rooms in the cottage, but with Wizards, especially secretive Slytherin Wizards, you never knew if there were hidden rooms or not. Harry dared not try to find any for fear of being flayed alive by Snape if he found out. Instead, he took his cup of tea and went back into Snape’s bedroom where he sat down on the bed.

The room was dark and little bit drafty, but it was also strangely comfortable. The walls were lined with books and dusty tomes, and there was a small desk in the corner covered in parchment and ink wells. There was a large book on the bedside table entitled ‘Beginners Guide to Occlumency’. Harry found it strange that Snape would have such a book, considering he was supposed to be a Master Occlumens and Legilimens. He had a niggling feeling that the book had something to do with him, which didn’t bode well.

Harry had just raised his cup of tea to his lips when the flames roared in the fireplace and Snape stepped out, his cloak covered in soot. He looked distressed and just a tad bit more pale than usual, and that was saying something when it came to Snape’s vampire-esque visage. Harry was afraid to say anything, so he stayed quiet and Snape began to pace. He didn’t expect what came next; Snape was actually venting – to Harry.

“I can’t believe the nerve of that wretched woman! Her own nephew, for Merlin’s sake! I swear, if one hair on that boy’s head is harmed, she will regret the day she was born! She leaves some ransom note like a common Muggle kidnapper and just leaves her sister’s body lying on the floor like a slaughtered pig. It’s appalling, disgusting!” Severus shouted as he paced in front of the fireplace. He hadn’t really paid much heed to who he was talking to, he simply just started yelling.

Harry cautiously set his tea aside and stood up. “Professor? What’s happened? Is Draco alright?” he asked, trying not to sound as if he really cared, though he had no idea why he did, really.

Severus looked over at Harry as if he had just realized the boy was there. He had forgotten about him being there in all the hustle of trying to find Draco. He stopped pacing as he shook his head slowly. “I could not find him, but Bellatrix left a lovely note beside Narcissa’s body,” he said as he passed the crumpled and slightly bloodstained paper to Harry, who took it cautiously and began to read it out loud.

“‘To Whom It May Concern, the boy has been taken to his rightful Master, where he shall learn what being a pure-blood is really like. The scum who have raised him and filled his head with nonsense and lies about tradition and etiquette will no longer stand in his way. The blood of the innocent shall not be spilled, but his mother we could do without. Do not come looking for him, for you will not find him. From henceforth, Draco Malfoy is property of the Dark Lord. Love, Bella.’ That’s just sick. Isn’t Bellatrix Narcissa’s sister? How could she say such things about her own blood? How could she take Draco to that monster?” Harry said as he handed the vile letter back to Snape.

It was point proof of how disgusting Voldemort and his Death Eaters really were that Bellatrix could contribute to the murder of her own sister and the kidnapping of her nephew, though it didn’t really surprise Harry that much.

Severus shook his head and placed the note on the desk behind him. “You don’t understand, Potter. When you join the Dark Lord, family becomes nothing. If He tells you to kill your whole family for whatever reason, you damn well better do it, and without complaint. But with Bellatrix…she’s a twisted one, she is. Her mind is so poisoned by the Dark Lord’s beliefs that she can do things like watch her sister be murdered and not be bothered at all. Her heart is black, and Draco is no exception to her coldness. He’s not her nephew; in her eyes, he’s just another young recruit for the Dark Lord.”

Harry shuddered slightly at the very thought of Bellatrix Lestrange. ‘Twisted’ was an understatement, in his opinion. “Do you have any idea where they’ve taken him? What’s…what’s going to happen to him?” Harry asked, feeling extremely sorry for Malfoy, which was an odd feeling indeed.

Severus shook his head slowly as he stopped pacing and looked around at Harry. The boy seemed like he was actually concerned. Leave it up to Harry Potter to worry about even his rival’s safety. “They’ve taken him to the Dark Lord, wherever he may currently be. He moves around a lot to avoid detection. He’ll most likely be tortured for things his parents have done, then he will most definitely be Marked. I do not think he will be killed; he’s too valuable as someone to convince other Slytherin’s your age to join ranks. The only thing I can do now is hope the Dark Lord calls me to Him and leads me to Draco so that the Order can try to rescue him.”

Harry nodded slowly, though he felt horrified by what he was just told. No one his age should have to go through that, though he himself had gone through quite a bit of hell at even younger ages. No matter how vile Malfoy had been to him in school, he didn’t deserve this. “I’m sorry, Professor. I hope he’ll be ok.”

Severus just stared at Harry for a few seconds, amazed at the boy’s ability to care so damn much. He was so like Lily, yet he looked so like James. It was a thoroughly irritating. “Thank you.”

The fire in the grate flashed green suddenly, surprising both student and teacher. Remus Lupin spun into existence, stepping out of the fireplace and brushing ash from his robes as he looked over at Harry and smiled, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Harry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t have been there last night…”

Severus rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why yes, Lupin, you can break into my home and completely ignore me to get to the boy, of course.”

Harry stood up and walked over to the werewolf, giving him a tight hug. He and Remus had been through a lot together, what with both of them going through the pain of losing Sirius only a month ago. “It’s ok, Remus. At least you arranged for somebody else to come for me when you couldn’t. Snape saved my life.”

Remus glanced quickly over at Snape, his eyes flashing with gratitude. “Professor Snape, Harry. I’m very grateful that Severus was there to help you,” he said as he hugged the teen back. “Are you alright, though?”

Harry pulled away from Remus and resumed his seat on the bed. He shrugged his shoulders as he averted his eyes to the fire flaring in the grate. “I’m fine. You know they never treated me right…I didn’t really love them, nor did they me. I guess it’s just the fact that I have no one now…” Harry trailed off as his voice started to break.

Remus walked over and sat beside Harry on the bed, putting an arm over his shoulders. The poor thing had been through so much in the last month. It was ridiculous that someone so young had to have all this pressure on them, and got nothing but heart ache in return. “Oh Harry, you know that’s not true. You may not have any blood relatives, but you have me, you have your friends, and you have the Order to protect you. You are not alone, Harry, never alone…” Remus whispered as he turned Harry’s face towards his and looked directly into the emerald green eyes that so matched those of his late mother.

Harry nodded as he curled close to Remus and buried his face into his shoulder, his frame shaking a little as he cried. He felt so drained all of the sudden, and if felt good to have someone there to comfort him. Snape had tried at least, but this was what Harry had really needed.

Remus looked over at Snape, who had been watching to whole scene from the other side of the room. He met the man’s black eyes and read what the man could never admit; he cared about Harry, and he was worried. Remus took a deep breath before mouthing the words ‘Thank you’ at Snape, who nodded slowly, his expression no longer guarded.

It was twenty minutes later that Harry had finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep against Remus. Remus laid him gently down in the bed and covered him up before looking around the room and realizing Snape must have left at some point, because he was not there. Remus walked out into the living room and saw the Potions Master sitting on the couch, reading a Potions journal and drinking a cup of tea. Remus walked over and sat down beside Snape, sighing heavily.

“Thank you, Severus. Harry would most likely be dead if you hadn’t gone to him.”

Severus took a sip of his tea and closed his book before leaning back and looking over at Remus. “It’s my job to protect him, Lupin. Not only am I under the Vow, you asked me to watch over him when you could not. Call me un-Slytherin, but I am loyal to the promises I make,” he said as he studied the werewolf’s worn and scarred face. The man was not aging gracefully, but Severus wasn’t exactly beauty personified either. At least Remus had even had a life partner. Up until a month ago, that is.

Remus let out a soft laugh as he rubbed a hand over obviously tired eyes. He hadn’t gotten very much sleep, and had come to Harry straight after being told what had happened by Dumbledore. “Call it what you will, Severus, but you saved Harry’s life and I will be forever grateful. You would not have made the Vow in the first place if you did not care just a little bit about the boy’s safety, correct? There’s no need to put up your heartless front around me; I know better than that. Who do you think Lily confided in at school, eh? James? No, she came to me, as I went to her. I know somewhere deep inside there, you have a heart, and it’s a good one.”

Severus blinked a few times as he stared at Remus. No one had ever said anything like that to him save Dumbledore, but he knew the old man had a knack for lying to make people feel better. Remus, on the other hand, was a very honest man and would sooner tell you the harmful truth than a protective lie.

“I – thank you, Lupin. It was not so much care for Harry, but for Lily, that made me agree to make the Vow. I do not know what lies Lily implanted in your head, but she obviously made me out to be much more than I was, especially back then. We were all foolish teenagers, even Lily.”

Remus shrugged and sighed at Snape’s defiance to admit he cared. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Severus. Believe what you will, and I will believe what I will. Now, I’d like to discuss options for where Harry is to stay until Hogwarts starts up again. I would like to take him to live with me, if that would be alright.”

Severus thought for a moment about that as he finished his cup of tea and conjured two fresh ones; one for him, and the other he handed to Remus.

“I would think that would be fine, as long as wherever you take him is safe and secure. This will all have to be passed by Dumbledore, of course. He makes the final decisions regarding Harry, as you know. For now, Harry should stay here where we know for a fact that he is safe.”

Remus nodded in agreement as he sipped at the tea Severus had handed him. It was obviously a unique charm, for it had just the right amount of crème and sugar for Remus’ tastes. “I’m supposed to meet with him again tonight. I’ll ask him then. I must be on my way, however. Please tell Harry that I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye.”

Severus nodded as he stood up and walked Remus into his room, where the werewolf held out his hand for the floor powder. Severus sprinkled some into his palm and nodded shortly at Remus before stepping back so he could travel through the floo. “Let me know what Dumbledore decides.”

Remus nodded as he threw down the floo powder, the flames turning green. His destination remained silent as a Fidelius charm kept the location Privet.

Severus turned to go back to the living room, but saw that the sound of the floo had awoken Harry. “Lupin just left. He said he’s sorry he left without saying goodbye,” Severus said, delivering the message as Remus had asked him to.

Harry rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, yawning widely. “How long was I asleep?” He didn’t feel very rested, and his head was still aching from crying for nearly half an hour.

“Not very long, maybe an hour or so. Are you feeling ill? You look a bit pale,” Severus said as he walked closer to the bed to get a better look at Harry. The boy looked peaky and exhausted, but Severus couldn’t blame him.

Harry shrugged as he rubbed at his eyes some more. “My head hurts a bit, and I’m kind of hungry.”

Severus sighed as he watched the teen curl up on the bed. He was so thin and small for his age. An anger deep in the pit of his stomach flared as satisfaction that the boy would never be mistreated by those muggles again reigned him in. He shook his head slightly, thoroughly confused as to why he even cared that much. “Of course you’re hungry; you haven’t eaten in a while, I presume.”

Harry blushed as he looked away from the Potions Master and wrapped his arms around himself. It was true; it had been quite awhile since he’d eaten anything constituting a meal. He was so used to being hungry, though, that he hardly recognized the feeling as anything but normal now.

Severus sat down on the corner of the bed as he watched Harry closely. So he was right, the boy had probably not eaten for some days. He had to make sure that Harry could actually handle a meal before providing him with one, however. “When was the last time you ate a full meal, Harry?” he asked as gently as he could.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably as he avoided the man’s gaze still. He hated to seem so weak, so desperate in front of Snape, but he was so hungry. He knew it was time to swallow his pride and allow someone to take care of him, even if it was someone who supposedly hated him. “Hogwarts End of Term feast, but I didn’t eat very much. I wasn’t hungry, not after what happened to – ” Harry cut himself off before saying Sirius’ name, the memory still very raw and painful.

Severus’ eyebrows shot straight up as he looked at the boy. It was much worse than he had expected. “The End of Term feast? Harry, it’s nearly the end of July. Term ended almost two months ago. How on earth have you managed to survive without food for so long?” he asked worriedly. That was much too long to go without food, that he was absolutely sure of.

“Ron and Hermione always send me food over the summer holidays; they know my aunt and uncle sometimes punish me by taking meals away. This summer was worse than usual. I think it’s because of the warning that the Order gave my uncle at the train station…He was furious. I was locked in my room right away, and he didn’t let me out to use to loo for three days. I wasn’t stupid enough to ask for food; I knew I’d get a thrashing if I did. I sent Hedwig to Ron and Hermione and told them what had happened; they sent along as much food as they could. It was mostly sweets and pies from Ron, and health foods from Hermione, but it was food nonetheless.”

Severus just stared at Harry for a few seconds, trying to digest the information Harry had just provided him. So it was a common occurrence for the Muggles to treat him like some abused rat instead of an innocent child? Good riddance they were dead, then! One thing didn’t make sense, however. “Why on earth didn’t you contact the Order straight away, Harry? You knew that if you were in trouble, we would come help you. That was why we had warned your uncle in the first place, you foolish boy!”

Harry cowered slightly and flinched as Snape raised his voice. He was shaking very slightly as he continued to avoid Snape’s gaze. “I didn’t want to be taken back to Grimmauld Place…I didn’t want to be in the place that Sirius hated so much…”

“So you’d rather starve yourself nearly to death than live safely in Grimmauld Place, even if your precious godfather did hate the bloody place? How foolish, how ridiculously irresponsible!” Severus shouted as he stood up and glared at Harry, who was trembling violently now and hiding his face in his hands. Severus stood stock still as he heard what was unmistakably a sob. He moved forward and placed a hand on Harry’s shaking shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I did not mean to shout at you, but you must understand that not informing the Order of your mistreatment was the most foolhardy thing you could have done. You would have been most likely placed with the Weasley’s at the Burrow, not at Grimmauld Place,” Severus explained. He felt bad for shouting at the boy, who seemed to crack so easily under pressure lately. It was as if this Harry was a completely separate person than the one Severus taught at Hogwarts. Where was his Gryffindor pride? His reckless behavior was still fully intact, though, apparently.

“I’m sorry…I wasn’t thinking clearly. I just – I didn’t want to think of Sirius at all. It’s bad enough that I see him every night in my dreams, falling through the veil, helplessly. I miss him…” Harry croaked as he tried to hide his tears from the Potions Professor.

Severus sat down next to the trembling boy, his hand still on his shoulder. “I’m sure you do, Harry, but leaving yourself in that dangerous situation was not something Black would have wanted you to do. He would have wanted you to seek help, not allow yourself to be mistreated like that,” Severus said softly, trying to comfort the boy, but not exactly sure he was succeeding.

“I know…I’m so stupid,” Harry whispered as he finally looked up at Snape, his eyes bloodshot and still moist.

Severus felt that familiar squirm of pity in his stomach as he looked into the boy’s bright green eyes. He realized something then; Harry was more like Lily than he had ever realized before, though he looked extremely like James. One more epiphany; Harry was still missing his glasses and was probably half blind.

“You’re not stupid, Harry, you just make foolish mistakes, same as the next person. You are only human; you’re allowed to make mistakes. Come now, Harry. Let me make you something to eat and see to replacing your glasses.” Severus stood up, offering his hand to Harry to help him up.

Harry hesitated for only a second before taking Snape’s hand and allowing him to help him up. “I can’t see worth a damn, you know. You’re going to have to help me.”

Severus rolled his eyes as he placed a hand firmly on the boy’s shoulder and helped direct him towards the door. “What do you think I’m doing, you idiot child? I’m not holding onto you for sympathy’s sake.”

Harry chuckled as he entered the small living room, Snape’s hand still on his shoulder. “I hope whatever food you’re making doesn’t come from that kitchen. I snuck around a little earlier and looked around the cupboards. You don’t usually live here, do you?”

Severus sighed. There was the Potter he had grown to know and hate at Hogwarts, shining through at last. He pushed his feelings aside, however. “No, I usually spend the majority of my holiday in my Hogwarts rooms and not this cottage. An advantage to being a Hogwarts Professor is the ability to call house elves, even while we’re away from the school. Dobby!”

A loud crack graced the end of Snape’s speech as Dobby the house elf appeared beside Harry.

“You called, sir – Harry Potter! It is wonderful to see you! How is Harry Potter?” the house elf asked excitedly as he moved forward to take Harry’s hand in his own.

Harry smiled down at the slightly blurry elf and knelt down beside him. “I’m doing alright, Dobby. How are you doing at Hogwarts?”

Dobby beamed at being asked about his well being. He was always amazed by Harry’s ability to care for house elves when nobody else ever did. “Dobby is doing just fine, Harry Potter! Dobby even got Winky to start eating recently, though she still drinks quite a lot,” Dobby hung his head sadly as his ears drooped.

“Well that’s good, Dobby. Maybe she’ll get better as she starts to eat more,” Harry said with an encouraging smile.

Severus watched the exchange with something akin to wonder before snapping back to reality. “Dobby, I would like you to make Harry and I a meal. Something simple, onion soup and some bread, perhaps. I’m afraid Mr. Potter’s stomach cannot handle anything more than that.”

Dobby nodded up at the Potions Master, his ears flapping excitedly at the thought of cooking for Harry Potter. “Of course, Professor Snape, sir. Shall I bring the materials here and make it, or have it made in Hogwarts’ kitchens?” Dobby asked.

Severus thought for a moment. Harry would probably being stay here for a few more days at the least, which means they would need sustenance, and calling Dobby to help them every time they needed a meal prepared just wasn’t very convenient. “Bring the materials here, and while you’re at it, bring enough food for about two weeks. It would not be very convenient nor safe to keep calling you here.”

Dobby nodded and stepped away from Harry, who had resumed his standing position. “Yes, sir. Dobby will be right back with all the needed things, sir.”

“Thank you, Dobby.”

The house elf nodded his understanding and snapped his fingers, a loud crack reverberating through the small cottage at his disappearance.

Severus turned back to Harry, who was watching him curiously. The boy was probably shocked by his manners with the elf, but that didn’t bother Severus. There was much about himself that Harry did not know, and would probably learn if they had to spend very long together. As transparent as he made himself seem as a Hogwarts Professor, Severus Snape was a very complicated man.

“While we are waiting for your elf friend, why don’t we get started on trying to make you see again? You wouldn’t happen to know what your eye-glass prescription is, would you? That would be very helpful. When was your last exam, as well?” Severus asked as he sat down in an armchair, motioning for Harry to sit on the couch across from him.

Harry blushed slightly as he sat down, a headache forming from not eating and struggling to see. “I haven’t had an eye exam since I was five years old, Professor. I haven’t the slightest clue what my prescription was, but I know I could hardly see with my glasses before.”

Severus shook his head as he studied the boy. What was he playing at, not telling anyone he had needed new glasses for many years? It was as if the boy was frightened to ask for help. “Harry, why did you never tell Madam Pomfrey that you needed a new prescription? She could have easily updated your glasses for you.”

Harry looked up and stared straight into Snape’s eyes, his own eyes looking haunted. “I don’t ask for things I know I won’t get, Professor.”

Severus was slightly bemused by this comment. What did the boy mean? Pomfrey would have helped him out, no problem. Apparently Severus wasn’t the only complicated man in the room. “Well lucky for you, I have mediwizardry in my background, as I’ve told you before. Don’t ask me why they thought Hogwarts Professors needed to give eye exams, but that was part of the training.” Severus pulled out his wand and transfigured a book into an eye exam chart, fixing it to the wall across from Harry.

“Stand, please. Cover your left eye and read the top line for me.”

Harry stood up and covered his left eye, taking a step back as Snape motioned for him to stand a bit further away. He squinted his right eye, trying to focus on the extremely blurry shape. It wasn’t too difficult to make out that it was an ‘E’, but it amazed him just how blurry that ‘E’ was. “It’s an ‘E’.”

Severus nodded, timing just how long it took Harry to answer him. “The fourth line, then.”

Harry squinted even more. Now this was a bit challenging. He could see that the line above it had at least a very blurry ‘T’, but he was having great difficulty figuring out the other two letters, let alone any of the letters on line four. He struggled to focus his eyes, squinting so much his eye was practically closed. He sighed heavily and dropped his hand from his left eye. “I can’t read it at all, sir,” Harry said, feeling slightly disappointed in himself. Though he had had to wear glasses for the majority of his life, he felt worse now for needing them, as if he was imperfect, and that was unacceptable. He shook his head, trying to clear his head of such mundane thoughts.

Severus nodded and motioned for Harry to sit back down. He had all the information he needed. “Twenty/five-hundred Harry, is extremely bad vision. You’ve been walking around, playing Quidditch and competing in the Triwizard with the incorrect prescription for twenty/five-hundred vision? No wonder you always add the incorrect amounts of ingredients in potions; you can’t see the bloody measuring cups!”

Harry glared slightly at the Potions Master. Way to add insult to injury, Snape. “I was fine. I wasn’t walking into walls, was I?” Harry asked, a bit snappier than he had intended.

Severus rolled his eyes as he sat down in the arm chair and pulled an old coaster towards him. He pulled out his wand and transfigured the metal coaster into simple, yet fashionable eye-glass frames. They were a tad more square than Harry’s last pair, and the metal was black instead of silver. “Will these do?” Severus asked as he held out the frames to Harry.

Harry took the frames and examined them. It was the first time he got to pick what he wanted his glasses to look like, so he figured he might as well do some playing before picking what he wanted. “Can you make them plastic and a bit wider?” Harry asked as he passed them back to the Potions Professor.

Severus glared and took the glasses back, tapping them with his wand and transfiguring them to Harry’s instructions. “Better?”

Harry took the frames and tried them on, testing out how they felt. He looked over at Snape, who tried to hide his smirk behind his hand. “What? Do I look like Percy Weasley? I feel like I look like Percy Weasley.”

Severus couldn’t hold in the chuckle that escaped his lips as he looked at Harry. He indeed resembled the past prefect of the Weasley family. “Not your look, I think. Metal was better.”

Harry handed the frames back to Snape with a chuckle of his own. He watched as Snape transfigured the frames back to wire, though they stayed more square than round. “I like them like that.”

Severus nodded his head and handed the frames to Harry, standing up and disappearing through a door that Harry had not noticed before. A few seconds later, Severus walked out with two empty potions bottles and sat them down on the table. “I need to concentrate hard to make these come out correctly, so don’t speak or move until I say so, alright?” He waited for Harry’s nod before waving his wand at the two bottles, muttering under his breath a spell he had learned a long time ago.

Oculus Genero Infragilis Nullus Malum.” Severus took up the two lenses that now lay on the table and sat them on top of each other. He had just gotten an idea that would greatly help the boy in the future. “Congruo ut Oculus.” The lenses bent slightly and shimmered blue for a second before going back to normal. He placed the lenses in the frames and waved his wand one last time. “Suggero Propius. There you are. These are special lenses, Harry. I only just got the idea now, but I think this is better than giving you a single prescription. These lenses are unbreakable, impenetrable to any sort of curse and will change to be whatever prescription your eyes grow to need. They’re also permanently attached to these frames, so I hope you like them.”

Harry took the glasses that were being handed to him with wide eyes. He’d never owned anything so…magical before. Well, that was a bit over an overstatement; his cloak and the map certainly counted as very magical, not to mention his wand. It was just a wonder to be handed something so amazing and to be told it was yours. Especially if this item was handed to you by a man who had seemingly hated you since the first moment he had met you. “Thank you, Professor,” Harry said as he slid the glasses onto his nose and looked around. It was amazing, how much detail and how far he could see with these new glasses. He hadn’t seen this clear since he had been handed his first pair of glasses at the age of five.

Severus couldn’t help but let a little smile sit on his lips as he watched Harry look around, amazed at all he could see. “No problem, Harry, no problem at all.”

Dobby Apparated at that moment, laden down with pots and pans and packages of many types of foods. Harry jumped up at once and took Dobby into the small kitchen, smiling widely as he enjoyed his new ability of sight.


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