Prologue and Chapter 1
Rated: PG
Summary: Harry and Snape are forced into hiding, Snape under orders to brew a protective potion from Harry's blood. In their forced exile, Harry and Snape learn many surprising things about each other. But will they survive their seclusion without killing each other?
INTRODUCTION
(FIRST DAY)
"Your room is over there! I will take this one!"
"Right..."
"I expect it will be the most satisfying solution if you just stay out of my way and I... do the same, basically!"
"What about the potion?"
"I will call you when I am ready!"
"R...right!"
"(impatiently) What are you waiting for?"
"It's just that... I... I have sort of..."
"(raises eyebrows)"
"I have a bit of a problem with... you know... obtaining the blood..."
"Which means...?"
"I don't think I will be able to carve up my own skin, really!"
"...Astonishing! (smirk) But we will have to see about that later, I am afraid!"
"O...okay!"
"Now leave! I need to set up the potion without delay!"
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THE BEGINNING
"Potter! Come over! And bring the knife! ... What are you staring at?"
"I was just surprised..."
"This, Potter, is called 'advanced potion brewing'! Not that you'll ever get that far... Sit!"
"But Professor, I..."
"Don't make such a fuss about this! We need to get the potion done."
"But I really..."
"If you don't want to use that knife, Potter, I will. It is as simple as that."
"I... well, okay."
...
"If you'd stop shaking like that we could actually make progress here. ... That's it! Just a bit more... Now give me the tube!"
"What does Professor Dumbledore need the potion for, Professor?"
"None of your business!"
"It contains my blood! I have got a right to know."
"Hold your tongue! ... (sneer) It's a tough life not having the faintest idea about Potions, isn't it, Mr. Potter?"
"(sigh)"
...
"This won't suffice. We'll need just a dash more of it."
"What? No way!"
"You are getting on my nerves, Potter!"
"But I can't - not again."
"(menacing smirk) Either you or me..."
"But you've already got a whole tube... all right, all right - Get off me! I'll do it!"
"(leer) You are squealing like a girl. ... Would you be so kind as to speed up a bit?
...
...
This is insane. Give me that knife!"
"No! All right - wait! I'll try the other arm."
"Very well. Take your time then. I'll put the remaining bat wings into the cauldron."
...
...
"You know, Potter, I would have thought you had more guts. If you could see yourself... completely despicable. Very much like your father, indeed..."
"Stop rambling about my... ouch!"
"Ah, there you go. Who would have guessed your arrogance could actually be helpful one day. ... Give it to me - no, wait, you might as well make yourself useful. Put it into the goblet over there! Yes, the one contining rat brain and runespoor scales."
...
"Uhm... this... er... Professor? Is the liquid supposed to turn blue?"
"Blue? Step aside! ..."
"Professor?"
"Shut up, Potter! I am trying to think!"
"(sigh)"
"We might need another tube of blood. Sit down!"
"But Professor, I..."
"Sit!
...
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Blue...
...
...
Blue indeed...
...
...
(snort)"
"Ah... Professor?"
"What?"
"The potion... I would really like to know what..."
"It will be used as a protection against the Dark Lord's curses. Your blood contains a very rare and very valuable substance, which, as you know, he has made use of already."
"When he took my blood for his rebirth?"
"Yes."
"But why my blood of all people?"
"Inheritance."
"You mean my parents..."
"Your father."
...
"Is that the reason why... Voldemort wanted to kill him - and me?"
"Among other things - yes."
"So why wasn't I ever told?"
"(smirk) Professor Dumbledore seemed to think that you would not be able to cope with it... just yet."
"Well, why are you telling me the?"
"I don't think it makes much of a difference now."
"I suppose not..."
"Besides, we are stuck in here anyway - probably until the end of the war. Except, of course, your saintly godfather chooses to tell on us... (nasty smile)"
"He wouldn't!"
"I know!"
...
"Would you?"
"What?"
"Tell on him - if you were his Secret Keeper?"
"That is certainly none of your... Finally! It is turning green."
"What?"
"The liquid. You are dismissed."
"But Professor, I..."
"LEAVE!"
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Posted by rockygirl at March 11, 2004 09:33 AM