Secret Slytherin
Title: Cross Awakenings
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Genre: Humor
Warnings: not slash, despite Harry’s deliberate implications; possible hinting towards slight Severitus, but nothing defined
Author’s Note: Luckily, I managed to get out of this without alluding to any romantic or sexual relationships. If you like Harry/Severus, imagine to your fancy, but it’s not intended in the least. I thought it was just more humorous that way. I simply had to bring out Harry’s Slytherin side.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Another post-war night of Severus Snape calming Harry Potter’s nightmares, but the next morning brings amusing results.
“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.”
-Albert Einstein
Secret Slytherin
Cross Awakenings
“Severus!”
The door to his chambers slammed shut and Minerva McGonagall stormed into sitting room. He wasn’t there and he wasn’t answering, so she made a beeline towards the hall and into the bedroom.
“Severus,” she chastised at the lump under the covers. “It’s nearly noon. Get up! I have something extremely important to discuss with you.”
“Severus,” the lump complained, groaning. “How many times have I told you I get up when I feel like it, and no aguamenti is going to change that?” The lump turned, pulling the covers down enough for Minerva to get a good look at who was actually there. And, enough for Harry to see who had actually barged in on him, horrid eyesight notwithstanding. “Professor McGonagall? What’re you doing here?”
“Potter?” she gawked. What the hell was Harry Potter doing in Severus Snape’s quarters? His bed? Looking so quite at home as though he was actually living there, no less?
Harry rolled his eyes and, apparently deciding that for whatever reason she was there for wasn’t worth staying awake any longer, drew the covers back over his head and all but banished her from the room with a rude, dismissive “good night”. Regardless that it was hardly even morning still.
He seemed to be grumpy, first waking up.
-
“Tea, Minerva?” The Head of Gryffindor house snapped out of her daze, though not quite.
“Severus,” she hissed. “Harry Potter…”
He raised a sardonic eyebrow to her antics. “Does the boy have anything to do with this ‘something extremely important to discuss’ with me?”
Her eyes widened and she took the bait of his brief distraction, to his glee. “You’ve been here the whole time and you didn’t answer!” she accused, but his smirk only widened.
“I was in the kitchen,” he drawled. “I was enjoying the time we had apart, but I had figured that it wouldn’t be difficult to find me, considering I was just beyond an open doorway.”
It infuriated her when he spoke to her like that. That’s why he did it.
“Severus.” Apparently, she decided that her ‘something extremely important to discuss’ wasn’t as important as the fact that Harry Potter had spent the night. “Could you please explain to me why exactly Mr. Po-“
But she was cut off when the door to the chamber burst open again and Remus Lupin appeared. “Minerva? Oh, there you are.”
“Is there a reason people seem to feel so obligated to breaking into my quarters today?”
Remus ignored him. “What are you doing, Minerva? I thought you were going to grab Severus and bring him straight back to the Headmaster’s office?”
Severus sneered at the mention of being grabbed-Merlin forbid he at least use a more intellectual term, grasp, snatch, seize, acquire, obtain, achieve, attain, even get.
Remus turned to address him, confused at Minerva’s sputtering. Severus realized that Minerva must’ve walked into his guest room that had been recently-very nearly since the end of the war-confiscated by Harry, and had thought that it was Severus’ own room. She may have come to an unfortunate conclusion. “Harry’s missing. We can’t find him anywhere. According to his friends, he’s been sneaking off a lot lately, but when he comes back he’s always in a better mood.”
His smirk returned full force, a forebodingly delightful glint in his eye.
“Now Remus,” Minerva chided gently-though there was nothing to chide for, a sure sign that something was wrong-finally finding it within herself to speak, “perhaps we shouldn’t bother Severus any longer. I’m sure Harry is just fine.”
“No,” Remus refused, curiosity among other things getting the best of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but it died on his lips as Harry appeared in the doorway of a bedroom, clad only in his pants and an oversized button up that all present immediately recognized as one of Severus’.
“Remus?” he yawned lazily. “What’re ya doing here?”
The werewolf slowly closed his mouth, having not even realized that it was open, and in a strained voice, replied, “I could ask you the same thing.”
Harry blinked owlishly before coming to some realization, and Severus almost groaned. It was the same glint that Lily had gotten in her eyes when she was fully prepared to prank someone or, at the very least, tease mercilessly. Still, seeing as it wasn’t going to be directed at him, he decided to sit back and enjoy the show. The boy smirked, leaning forward conspiratorially. “What do you think I’m doing here?”
Remus’ eyes widened to the point that it looked almost painful and his cheeks turned pink.
“I borrowed your shirt Sev,” Harry said laughingly, strolling into the kitchen, and Severus condoned the use of the detested nickname for the sake of the act only, he told himself. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Genre: Humor
Warnings: not slash, despite Harry’s deliberate implications; possible hinting towards slight Severitus, but nothing defined
Author’s Note: Luckily, I managed to get out of this without alluding to any romantic or sexual relationships. If you like Harry/Severus, imagine to your fancy, but it’s not intended in the least. I thought it was just more humorous that way. I simply had to bring out Harry’s Slytherin side.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Another post-war night of Severus Snape calming Harry Potter’s nightmares, but the next morning brings amusing results.
“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.”
-Albert Einstein
Secret Slytherin
Cross Awakenings
“Severus!”
The door to his chambers slammed shut and Minerva McGonagall stormed into sitting room. He wasn’t there and he wasn’t answering, so she made a beeline towards the hall and into the bedroom.
“Severus,” she chastised at the lump under the covers. “It’s nearly noon. Get up! I have something extremely important to discuss with you.”
“Severus,” the lump complained, groaning. “How many times have I told you I get up when I feel like it, and no aguamenti is going to change that?” The lump turned, pulling the covers down enough for Minerva to get a good look at who was actually there. And, enough for Harry to see who had actually barged in on him, horrid eyesight notwithstanding. “Professor McGonagall? What’re you doing here?”
“Potter?” she gawked. What the hell was Harry Potter doing in Severus Snape’s quarters? His bed? Looking so quite at home as though he was actually living there, no less?
Harry rolled his eyes and, apparently deciding that for whatever reason she was there for wasn’t worth staying awake any longer, drew the covers back over his head and all but banished her from the room with a rude, dismissive “good night”. Regardless that it was hardly even morning still.
He seemed to be grumpy, first waking up.
-
“Tea, Minerva?” The Head of Gryffindor house snapped out of her daze, though not quite.
“Severus,” she hissed. “Harry Potter…”
He raised a sardonic eyebrow to her antics. “Does the boy have anything to do with this ‘something extremely important to discuss’ with me?”
Her eyes widened and she took the bait of his brief distraction, to his glee. “You’ve been here the whole time and you didn’t answer!” she accused, but his smirk only widened.
“I was in the kitchen,” he drawled. “I was enjoying the time we had apart, but I had figured that it wouldn’t be difficult to find me, considering I was just beyond an open doorway.”
It infuriated her when he spoke to her like that. That’s why he did it.
“Severus.” Apparently, she decided that her ‘something extremely important to discuss’ wasn’t as important as the fact that Harry Potter had spent the night. “Could you please explain to me why exactly Mr. Po-“
But she was cut off when the door to the chamber burst open again and Remus Lupin appeared. “Minerva? Oh, there you are.”
“Is there a reason people seem to feel so obligated to breaking into my quarters today?”
Remus ignored him. “What are you doing, Minerva? I thought you were going to grab Severus and bring him straight back to the Headmaster’s office?”
Severus sneered at the mention of being grabbed-Merlin forbid he at least use a more intellectual term, grasp, snatch, seize, acquire, obtain, achieve, attain, even get.
Remus turned to address him, confused at Minerva’s sputtering. Severus realized that Minerva must’ve walked into his guest room that had been recently-very nearly since the end of the war-confiscated by Harry, and had thought that it was Severus’ own room. She may have come to an unfortunate conclusion. “Harry’s missing. We can’t find him anywhere. According to his friends, he’s been sneaking off a lot lately, but when he comes back he’s always in a better mood.”
His smirk returned full force, a forebodingly delightful glint in his eye.
“Now Remus,” Minerva chided gently-though there was nothing to chide for, a sure sign that something was wrong-finally finding it within herself to speak, “perhaps we shouldn’t bother Severus any longer. I’m sure Harry is just fine.”
“No,” Remus refused, curiosity among other things getting the best of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but it died on his lips as Harry appeared in the doorway of a bedroom, clad only in his pants and an oversized button up that all present immediately recognized as one of Severus’.
“Remus?” he yawned lazily. “What’re ya doing here?”
The werewolf slowly closed his mouth, having not even realized that it was open, and in a strained voice, replied, “I could ask you the same thing.”
Harry blinked owlishly before coming to some realization, and Severus almost groaned. It was the same glint that Lily had gotten in her eyes when she was fully prepared to prank someone or, at the very least, tease mercilessly. Still, seeing as it wasn’t going to be directed at him, he decided to sit back and enjoy the show. The boy smirked, leaning forward conspiratorially. “What do you think I’m doing here?”
Remus’ eyes widened to the point that it looked almost painful and his cheeks turned pink.
“I borrowed your shirt Sev,” Harry said laughingly, strolling into the kitchen, and Severus condoned the use of the detested nickname for the sake of the act only, he told himself. “I hope you don’t mind.”