It is late in the evening, but Severus Snape is finally ready to sit back in his chair beside a steaming cup and contemplate. Because Merlin's beard, is there a lot to contemplate. He finally lets himself feel the emotions churning mutedly inside him as he stares into the flames hissing in his hearth. Nothing that happened today is what he expected, and he is not prepared, not at all prepared, for a Potter in his house...
31 Jan 2018 - Updated:
28 Mar 2018
1. Chapter 1 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 2] (1994 words)
2. Chapter 2 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 5] (3140 words)
Harry's first Potions Class...
3. Chapter 3 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 2] (1073 words)
First-year Slytherin boys talk about the upcoming classes, and Harry receives a curious gift...
4. Chapter 4 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 2] (4135 words)
I know this has been sort of a slow build, but things start heating up now! Because really, do things ever stay nice and calm for Harry for very long?
5. Chapter 5 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 4] (3911 words)
Wherein it all hits the fan
6. Chapter 6 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 3] (2453 words)
More discoveries for Snape...
7. Chapter 7 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 1] (3135 words)
Harry has a warm moment with Blaise and Theo, and Snape is forced into a decision...
8. Chapter 8 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 3] (3794 words)
Next-to-last chapter, I think, ya'll! Severus confronts Dumbledore, and Theodore Nott is abstruse, as always...
9. Chapter 9 by ChoicesWeMake [Reviews - 3] (3809 words)
Oh my gosh, guys!! This is it! I can't thank ya'll enough for reading and commenting! While I've always meant to leave this ending rather ambiguous (partly to leave it open for a sequel, fingers crossed!), I hope it's satisfying all the same ^-^
"You're late, Potter."
Harry's eyes dart toward the figure seated at the desk. The man isn't even looking at him, just scribbling on some papers, but his eyes have narrowed all the same.
"It wasn't my fault," Harry mutters, fingers clenching into his sides.
"Speak clearly, Potter!"
Harry works at loosening his jaw, the words grinding out. "I said, I'm sorry, sir."
"You're an abominable liar, Potter, but you can trust you will be very sorry by the time I'm done wi-" Snape's head comes up and he stops abruptly. He rises tersely to his feet, towering, dark and imposing as ever.
"What do you mean by coming in like this, Potter?" He hisses.
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