[Takes place about a week after this.]

( Show me what you've learned )

Severus was the first to wake up the following morning and after completing his morning abolutions, he went to his library. If Harry was going to learn -- well. Lecturing had never been the way to do it and while the Granger girl learned best by books, theory was required before actual work began ( Read more... )

( And finally... sleep )

[OOC: M/M sex in this part. Don't like, don't read.]

( Still no rubber duckie to be found )

Harry was sitting by the foot of Snape's bed, reading a book he'd picked up somewhere in the manor. Turning a page, he made a face at the way his cuff caught the light, and rolled his eyes. He really only minded when he was reminded that he was a Slave, let alone Snape's Slave. Sighing, he scratched his bare chest, wondering why there were more ( Read more... )

Severus sat in his chair, one hand gripping the arm too tightly, the other still on his wand as he completed the spell that would transfer the small part of the soul left in the spectacles into the body he'd found. One body, conveniently lacking a soul due to dementors, was easy enough to find. Albus' glasses had been an unexpected treasure though ( Read more... )