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Who? Harry Potter
What? Being the pain in Snape's arse that he always is.
Why? Because it's as much his destiny as the rest of that prophecy rubbish.
When? A day or so after the D.A.'s mission.
Title:Touchable
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry is lurking in the shadows, listening just close enough to hear Snape brag to Hermione that he is untouchable. Harry Potter decides it's time to teach his former Professor a lesson.
Author's note: Oh like Snape mun didn't expect something to come from that. Honestly.
He walked up on them by accident. It was on his way to check in with Ginny and Neville and he heard the conversation. Hermione was twisting the words as weapons, and Snape was trying to act as if he was unaffected. But neither of them were unaffected by the other. Because the fact remains they were still tied to Snape as much as he was tied to them. Perhaps he truly believed he was untouchable. Perhaps he really believed his family, his master, could protect him from this war. Perhaps he was indeed protected from the Order and the D.A. But had he honestly forgotten that the deaths that destroyed him most last time had mostly been caused by the Death Eaters?
Harry waited to mull it over. Kept his focus on the mission that he was completing with Ron and Hermione. It was easy to push past it and save it until later. Later turned out to be after he'd finally managed to get some sleep. He woke up in his bed at 12 Grimmauld with those words rolling around in his mind. 'Untouchable.' Really, Severus? You believe so do you? Right then.
It wasn't all that hard to find what he needed. The album was bought at a local shop. The inscription done by a flick of the wand. It read simply: Touchable.
Inside the album were photos. Photos from years ago with smiling faces. Children in the castle doing what children do. Laughing, learning, being young and full of life. The problem was that each of those faces belonged to one of the fifty that did what soldiers do.
Died on the battlefield.
Beyond those pages were more portraits. More glimpses of children that were currently still doing the things that children do. Laughing, learning, being young, and still breathing. Pictures of Harry's children. Pictures of Catherine. There was a picture of Sebastian with his daughter that he managed to secure from Iz. There was a picture of Sebastian with Cathy that he managed to take himself.
The album began to fill up quickly. Pictures he borrowed from various people without explaining why he needed them. Pictures he found in the files of the castle. Pictures of Minerva with her students. Pictures of Flitwick with his. Pictures of the staff room where the professors were as relaxed as they could be. Pictures of the castle itself in all it's glory. Vibrant, beautiful, and showing no signs of the blood that had been shed there nineteen years before.
But Severus would see it. Just as Harry could still see it. Just as anyone who walked away from that battle could see it.
There was a picture of Neville with his hand on Luna's stomach even though she was not yet showing, Neville could feel the life that was growing there. The look between them, that look of life and happiness, it was too clear to miss. And beside it a picture of them younger. From their days practicing as Dumbledore's Army.
Pictures of Ginny with Reg and Emma. The children that Severus lost out on meeting. Pictures of the twins that Ron and Hermione had. The little girl with her head on Ron's shoulder. The little boy sitting on Hermione's lap. Pictures of Lily with Catherine. Catherine alone. He filled that book with anything and everything to drive the point home.
There were final portraits of the new D.A. Portraits that Harry asked Al and James to collect for him. A new generation of students who were preparing to be soldiers. Not that Harry had any intention of letting them fight, but the fear was there. The same fear that he knew that Severus, Minerva, and anyone else who lived through the last war felt.
That they wouldn't have a choice. That the war would make it's way to Hogwarts again. That students would be forced to leave their innocence in the classrooms and dorms as they marched like the cattle that Severus called them to defend themselves. To protect the school that they called home.
The note that was slipped into the front of the albums read:
Severus,
Perhaps you are not touchable physically. However I imagine if the last pages of this book turn into a memorial such as the first pages of this book you will find that heart of your impossible to quiet. As long as you care about anyone inside these pages. As long as you associate this school as yours, and I know that you still do, then you are as touchable as the rest of us. Perhaps you should quiet that mouth of yours and listen to your heart once and awhile.
Until then. Enjoy the book.
Careful with letting the Carrows stumble upon it though. I read that people like Amycus have a thing about trophies. He'd possibly see the first pages as just that, and the final pages as a challenge.
I may be cattle, but at least I know I'm touchable. Don't be foolish, arrogant, and cocky then. You're better than that.
-Harry
The album was sent with a school owl. Harry smiled his first real smile as he watched the owl take off in flight. Twenty points from Slytherin then for a foolish former Professor forgetting that the pawns in the war had much more to lose than the masters controlling the table.
You'd think he would know better by now.
What? Being the pain in Snape's arse that he always is.
Why? Because it's as much his destiny as the rest of that prophecy rubbish.
When? A day or so after the D.A.'s mission.
Title:Touchable
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry is lurking in the shadows, listening just close enough to hear Snape brag to Hermione that he is untouchable. Harry Potter decides it's time to teach his former Professor a lesson.
Author's note: Oh like Snape mun didn't expect something to come from that. Honestly.
He walked up on them by accident. It was on his way to check in with Ginny and Neville and he heard the conversation. Hermione was twisting the words as weapons, and Snape was trying to act as if he was unaffected. But neither of them were unaffected by the other. Because the fact remains they were still tied to Snape as much as he was tied to them. Perhaps he truly believed he was untouchable. Perhaps he really believed his family, his master, could protect him from this war. Perhaps he was indeed protected from the Order and the D.A. But had he honestly forgotten that the deaths that destroyed him most last time had mostly been caused by the Death Eaters?
Harry waited to mull it over. Kept his focus on the mission that he was completing with Ron and Hermione. It was easy to push past it and save it until later. Later turned out to be after he'd finally managed to get some sleep. He woke up in his bed at 12 Grimmauld with those words rolling around in his mind. 'Untouchable.' Really, Severus? You believe so do you? Right then.
It wasn't all that hard to find what he needed. The album was bought at a local shop. The inscription done by a flick of the wand. It read simply: Touchable.
Inside the album were photos. Photos from years ago with smiling faces. Children in the castle doing what children do. Laughing, learning, being young and full of life. The problem was that each of those faces belonged to one of the fifty that did what soldiers do.
Died on the battlefield.
Beyond those pages were more portraits. More glimpses of children that were currently still doing the things that children do. Laughing, learning, being young, and still breathing. Pictures of Harry's children. Pictures of Catherine. There was a picture of Sebastian with his daughter that he managed to secure from Iz. There was a picture of Sebastian with Cathy that he managed to take himself.
The album began to fill up quickly. Pictures he borrowed from various people without explaining why he needed them. Pictures he found in the files of the castle. Pictures of Minerva with her students. Pictures of Flitwick with his. Pictures of the staff room where the professors were as relaxed as they could be. Pictures of the castle itself in all it's glory. Vibrant, beautiful, and showing no signs of the blood that had been shed there nineteen years before.
But Severus would see it. Just as Harry could still see it. Just as anyone who walked away from that battle could see it.
There was a picture of Neville with his hand on Luna's stomach even though she was not yet showing, Neville could feel the life that was growing there. The look between them, that look of life and happiness, it was too clear to miss. And beside it a picture of them younger. From their days practicing as Dumbledore's Army.
Pictures of Ginny with Reg and Emma. The children that Severus lost out on meeting. Pictures of the twins that Ron and Hermione had. The little girl with her head on Ron's shoulder. The little boy sitting on Hermione's lap. Pictures of Lily with Catherine. Catherine alone. He filled that book with anything and everything to drive the point home.
There were final portraits of the new D.A. Portraits that Harry asked Al and James to collect for him. A new generation of students who were preparing to be soldiers. Not that Harry had any intention of letting them fight, but the fear was there. The same fear that he knew that Severus, Minerva, and anyone else who lived through the last war felt.
That they wouldn't have a choice. That the war would make it's way to Hogwarts again. That students would be forced to leave their innocence in the classrooms and dorms as they marched like the cattle that Severus called them to defend themselves. To protect the school that they called home.
The note that was slipped into the front of the albums read:
Severus,
Perhaps you are not touchable physically. However I imagine if the last pages of this book turn into a memorial such as the first pages of this book you will find that heart of your impossible to quiet. As long as you care about anyone inside these pages. As long as you associate this school as yours, and I know that you still do, then you are as touchable as the rest of us. Perhaps you should quiet that mouth of yours and listen to your heart once and awhile.
Until then. Enjoy the book.
Careful with letting the Carrows stumble upon it though. I read that people like Amycus have a thing about trophies. He'd possibly see the first pages as just that, and the final pages as a challenge.
I may be cattle, but at least I know I'm touchable. Don't be foolish, arrogant, and cocky then. You're better than that.
-Harry
The album was sent with a school owl. Harry smiled his first real smile as he watched the owl take off in flight. Twenty points from Slytherin then for a foolish former Professor forgetting that the pawns in the war had much more to lose than the masters controlling the table.
You'd think he would know better by now.