Author has written 1 story for Harry Potter.You are confused; but this is your normal state -RO
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Snape glared at him and then hissed, "Potter, what are you doing?"
Harry looked down at the scarf he had wrapped around the neck of one of Blaise's boys to throttle him, trying to ignore the blood streaming down his face from his nosebleed. "Um... I am strangling - what's your name, please?"
"Mark," grunted the boy.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Mark what? And what house are you in?"
"Mark Erith," he panted. "I'm a Ravenclaw."
Harry hesitated for a moment, then wriggled free of Snape and leapt on Mark again, landing another few good punches and yells of, "I'LL TEACH YOU TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND!",
"Is wood edible?"
"No," said Hermione, sniffily.
"I suppose we'll find out soon," Ron said, vaguely, taking another swig from his goblet. "What if somebody poisons the water supply?"
"Then we'll be very ill in a week," said Hermione. "Dead soon after."
"Oh good," said Ron, pleasantly. "Harry, if somebody poisons the water supply, I think we should just kill each other and make it quick."
Harry nodded. "Alright. I'm not drinking from toilets. I don't care how bad the water gets, no way am I drinking from toilets, or puddles, or the lake."
"I wonder what giant squid tastes like," Ron mused, smiling pleasantly, apparently caught up in his own little world.
"Get a stick," said Harry. "Let's go find out."
~exerp: story ID 1420986
Harry gulped. “Did you just….”
“Yes you did, you just…”
“No, I didn’t,” Snape growled.
"Yup, this conversation never happened. Gotcha. But Harry, you're a good kid, you know that? I'm glad I picked you out for Ron's friend and Ginny's future husband, oh look, you've even got a sort of Weasley blush there," Fred pointed out.
"Ginny and I…"
"…are just friends," Fred finished for him. "Right." He rolled his eyes and got to his feet.
"Mind if I come back with you to congratulate Ron?" Harry asked.
"Come on, you crazy Seeker," Fred said, giving Harry a hand up. "You know, I don't know why all those Death Eaters want to kill you. I'm rather fond of you, myself."
Harry laughed and the two left the clearing.
“This is nice.”
Severus blinked. “What? What’s nice?”
“This. Not having to do something, or talk about something or be somewhere. Me doodling. You keeping a watchful eye on my disturbing art. You keeping after me. Making sure I’m doing my work. That I’m eating properly. You know, doing parent type stuff. It’s brilliant. I always hoped it would be like this, you know? It was never about the big moments for me. Just these little ones. You know what I mean?”
Surprisingly, Severus knew exactly what Harry meant. He felt the same way.
exerpt: One Good Turn (no longer on fanfiction.net)