The Odd Couple

By penpunk


Chapter 12: Sleepy Misgivings

"Is it just me or is the smell coming from the kitchen getting worse?"

Harry looked up from his animagus book at the sound of Sirius' voice.

"I don't know," said Harry. "I've gotten use to it."

"It's disgusting," said Sirius as he pulled the neck of his sweater up over his nose.

"It's just payback for the wet dog smell you made us suffer through," said Harry with a smile as he looked back down at his book.

"Oh shut up Potter," said Sirius, though it was muffled by his sweater.

"The potion should almost be done," said Harry as he looked at his watch. "It's been three hours."

"Thank Merlin," said Sirius.

Harry set his book down and got up from the sofa. He peeked in the kitchen and saw that it was empty except for the simmering potion. He turned around and walked up stairs.

Snape's door was shut as usual. Harry wasn't sure if knocking was the right idea. It seemed like Snape was always on top of things, but three hours had already passed and potions was to exact to let a few minutes pass.

Harry knocked on the door softly and waited for an answer. None came, so after a few moments of waiting, Harry knocked again.

"Professor Snape?" said Harry after there again wasn't an answer. Harry debated on whether or not to just go in. Maybe Snape wasn't even in there. He made up his mind and turned the doorknob cautiously. He opened the door slowly and peeked his head in.

"Professor Snape?" Harry whispered. There was no answer but by looking in the room, Harry could see a lump underneath the blankets on the bed in the corner. Harry walked in the room, careful to walk lightly to avoid causing the floor to creak. Harry looked around and noticed how bare and empty the room was. Other than the bed in the corner, there was only one other piece of furniture in the room; a small dresser covered with various vials, bottles, and other potions paraphernalia.

Harry walked to the side of the bed and peered at his professor. Harry thought it strange to see Snape asleep. His face was so relaxed and empty. There was no look of contempt or anger. Just... was it contentment? Indifference maybe? Harry didn't know but it was strange to see.

"Professor Snape?" said Harry a little louder. Snape didn't stir at the sound of Harry's voice. "Professor Snape?"

Harry reached out and gently shook Sever on the shoulder.

"Professor Snape, wake up."

Severus was startled out of sleep by the touch on his shoulder and the sound of a voice above him.

"Potter? What are you doing in here," said Severus, groggy with sleep.

"Sorry Professor, but it's time for the last ingredient in the potion."

Snape looked at his watch and saw that Harry was right.

"Oh, very well. I'll be down in a moment. Thank you, Potter," said Severus as he rose out of the bed. Harry turned and walked out of the room.

Severus rubbed his eyes with back of his fists. He didn't mean to fall asleep for so long. He had only lain down for a minute he thought. Apparently, his lack of sleep at night was beginning to affect him. He smoothed his hair down before grabbing an empty vial off his dresser.

Severus walked downstairs and saw Sirius sitting on the couch, the Daily Prophet in his hand and his sweater up over his nose.

"Stop being an idiot, Black," said Severus as he walked by. Sirius said something in return but Severus couldn't understand the words as they were muffled by the sweater. He walked in the kitchen and saw that the potion was still bubbling steadily. Harry was sitting at the table, watching potion.

"Is it shooting up green sparks?" asked Severus as he looked over the cauldron.

"No," answered Harry.

"Good, it hasn't been heated for too long. Are you ready to add the last ingredient?"

Harry nodded.

Severus set the empty vial on the table top and took out his wand. He picked up a chair and set it in front of Harry's, sitting down and facing him.

"Can you roll up your sleeve please, Potter?" asked Severus. Harry rolled back the sleeve of his left arm. Severus noticed the scar in the crook of Harry's arm that was left by Wormtail. It wasn't healing well, despite Madam Pomfrey's efforts.

"May I suggest using your other arm?" asked Severus as he looked up at Harry. Harry nodded as he rolled up the other sleeve.

"Alright Potter, this shouldn't hurt too much. Just don't move," said Severus. He gently held Harry's arm by wrapping his long pale fingers around Harry's forearm. "Are you ready?"

Harry nodded as he kept his eyes on Severus' wand. Severus watched Harry watch him as he held the top of his wand I the middle of Harry's forearm. A jet of light shot from the tip and hit Harry's skin. He flinched a little but otherwise kept still. A tiny spout of blood began to trickle down his arm. Severus set down his wand and grabbed the vial. Holding the glass tube to the cut, Severus caught the running blood. It didn't take long before the vial was filled. Severus corked it before taking his wand and healing the cut.

"Is that scar giving you any trouble?" asked Severus as he watched Harry roll his sleeves back down. "Doesn't look like it's healing properly."

"It hurts occasionally," said Harry as he looked down at it. "Nothing too bad."

"Doesn't look that way to me, Potter," said Severus as he poured Harry's blood into the potion. "You're opening yourself up to infection if that doesn't heal right."

The potion bubbled a bright blue color before calming to a glassy surface. Severus took the cauldron off the heat source and set it aside to cool.

"Is it done?" asked Harry.

"Just about," said Severus. "It needs to cool a bit before you drink it. In the meantime, let's do something about that cut on your arm."

"No Professor," said Harry, standing up from the table. "It's fine. Really."

"Sit down, Potter," said Severus, sternly. He walked out of the kitchen, through the living room and up stairs. He dug through the different vials and bottles that littered his room, finally coming across the one he was searching for. He picked up the bottle containing a blue paste and fingered it. He thought it strange that he had been so quick to offer care to Potter. Seeing the scar on shi arm was a reminder of how much the boy had been though and how much danger he was actually in. He tried to think that caring for the boy was merely doing his job but Severus was beginning to think that he was actually feeling some attachment to Potter. The thought was repulsing to Severus but didn't seem very farfetched.

He shrugged to himself before making his way back downstairs. As he walked through the living room, he noticed that Black was no longer in his seat. He walked in the kitchen, seeing Black peering in the cauldron.

"Get away from there, Black," said Severus as he returned to the seat in front of Harry.

"What are you doing?" said Sirius as he looked over Severus' shoulder.

"I am trying to get this cut to heal properly," said Severus as he took his finger and dabbed it in the blue paste in the jar. He held Harry's arm out and gently spread the paste thickly over the cut.

"What's wrong with it? Why didn't you say anything?" asked Sirius as he looked at Harry.

"Because he's stubborn," said Severus. "You should know something about that, Black."

"Stuff it Snape," said Sirius. "What's wrong with it? Why didn't it heal right?"

"I'm not sure," said Severus as he used his wand to wrap bandages around the cut. "It should heal with his. It's pretty powerful."

"How about we get Harry a cup of this potion," said Sirius as he stirred the potion a little. "I think it's ready to go."

"Are you ready for it Potter?" asked Severus. Harry rolled his sleeve down of the bandages and looked up at his professor.

"I think so," said Harry.

"Is that a yes?"

Harry nodded.

Severus stood and walked over to the potion. He took a glass from the cabinet and spooned the potion into it. He handed the glass to Harry, who looked at it cautiously.

"It's not going to kill you," said Severus.

"Drink it Harry," said Sirius. "The sooner you drink, the sooner we can get started on getting you to your transformation."

Harry looked at the glass once more before downing it. It tasted horrible. Harry screwed up his face as he struggled to swallow it.

"I forgot how horrible that stuff tasted," said Sirius with a grin at the sight of the grimace on Harry's face.

"Thanks for the warning," said Harry thickly as he swallowed. As the potion slid down his throat, a strange tingling started to flood through his body. "I think it's working."

"Do you feel a tingling sensation?" asked Sirius.

Harry nodded.

"Oh no," said Sirius. He clapped a hand onto Harry's forehead and then forced his mouth open, looking inside.

"What? What's wrong?" said Harry as Sirius checked Harry's pulse.

"Something must have gone wrong with the potion," said Sirius. "This is not good."

"What are you going on about, Black?" asked Snape. "I did the potion perfectly."

"Are you sure?" asked Sirius, sounding more worried. "This is not good at all."

"What Sirius?" said Harry, his face full of worry. "Am I going to be okay?"

Sirius took a deep breathe as he looked around the kitchen.


Sirius turned his back to Harry. A snickering could be heard and this caused Harry to push Sirius on the shoulder.

"That's not funny," said Harry.

"I thought it was," said Sirius. "You fell for it, too. Both of you."

"So what's next?" asked Harry to Severus, ignoring his snickering Godfather.

"You start to put what you've read to use. Concentrating and working on transforming. You are not to try it unless one of us is with you, is that understood?" said Severus. "We cannot afford to allow something to go wrong. We do not have the Reversal Squad at our disposal so you have to be careful."

"I will be," said Harry. "You can shut up now, Sirius."

Harry turned and punched Sirius, who was still laughing at his own joke, in the shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry," said Sirius. "I'm done now."

Harry went to bed late that night, after spending time with Sirius and Severus, working on transformation. He didn't get anywhere with the transformation but Sirius told him he had done well for his first time.

As Harry fell asleep, his mind drifted back to the night in the graveyard. That's where his dreams always went. Something about the cut Wormtail had given him was causing his thoughts to become darker than usual. He felt as if he were back at the graveyard. Everything that happened felt ten times worse than what had happened in actuality. The Cruciatus curse hurt ten times worse. Wormtail's cut went ten times deeper. Seeing Cedric's dead body was ten times as haunting. Harry's voice was raw with screaming as he watched Voldemort kill his parent's ghostly images.

This isn't how it happened, thought Harry. He won in the graveyard. As Voldemort and his Deatheaters closed in around him, he felt frozen. He couldn't move. He couldn't run and grab Cedric's body. Cedric's parents would be so disappointed in him. Voldemort kept the Cruciatus curse on him longer than ever. He screamed in pain, wanting to die more than anything in the world. Then he saw a green light and everything went dark.

Severus awoke when the screaming started. He jumped out of bed and ran into the room next to his. Sirius was already with Harry, holding his flailing arms and trying to get the boy to wake up.

"What's going on?" yelled Severus as he ran over to Harry and Sirius.

"He dreaming," said Sirius as he tried to hold Harry close.

"Wake him up, then," said Severus, his eyes wide as he watched Harry twist back and forth in his Godfather's arms.

"I can't," said Sirius. "Something is happening that has drawn him in. It's really hurting him."

Severus ran out of the room and into the bathroom. He grabbed a pitcher and filled it with cold water. He came back in the room and poured the cold water over Harry. The shock of the coldness caused Harry to freeze and then stop moving.

"Harry? Harry, wake up," said Sirius as he wiped the water off Harry's face. "Come on, Harry. It's Sirius. Wake up."

Severus stood back and watched, the empty pitcher hanging at his side. Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but his voice was so raw from screaming that only incomprehensible screeches came out. Sirius quieted him as he held him and rocked him back and forth.

"It was just a dream," said Sirius. Harry shook his head violently.

"No it wasn't," whispered Harry. The scratchiness and pain of his voice cause shivers to run up Severus' spine. He left the room and went into his, searching his dresser for some kind of potion to make Harry feel better. He grabbed a vial with a yellow liquid in it and returned to Harry's room.

"Here, Potter, drink this," said Severus as he uncorked it and held it out to Harry.

"What is it?" asked Sirius as Harry grabbed it from him.

"It's for his throat and the pain," said Severus. Harry swallowed it.

"What happened, Harry?" asked Sirius as he laid Harry back down in his bed.

"Voldemort cursed me," said Harry, his voice much improved. "It was real. I could feel it. It felt ten times worse than it ever has before."

"It was just a dream," said Sirius, trying to reassure Harry.

"No it wasn't, Sirius," said Harry. He was still shaking from the pain. "I can still feel the curse running through me. It hurt too bad to be a dream. My scar is burning worse than ever. Something's happened. Or Voldemort's very close."

"I think you're right about something having happened," said Severus suddenly, his voice tight. He was holding his arm.

"Are you being summoned?" asked Sirius as he looked from Harry to Severus. Severus nodded.

"I shall return," he said as he walked out of the room, slightly bent over as the pain of the Dark Mark burned his arm.


It's been over a year since I've updated. Writer's block sucks. Hopefully this is just the beginning of more updates. I'll try not to let you all wait anymore. I'm very very very very very very very very very very very very very very sorry it took me so long.