Title: A Fruit Tree in
Winter
Author: Surprise!
Giftee: paperbacked
Word Count: 12,800 give or take a few
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HP/SS
Warnings: AU after book six. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just playing. If it was, I'd be richer than
the Queen
Summary: Severus Snape is not pleased when a new potions brewer opens
shop down the street from him.
Notes: Great thanks to my beta, she knows who she is. Everyone should
thank her really, since this fic wouldn't be what it
is without her. Happy Holidays, Paperbacked! I hope that you enjoy this. :D
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that
those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Harry Potter stretched and looked up at the ceiling and yawned. It was the same
ceiling that he'd stared at for years, but somehow on that particular morning,
it looked different.
"It's time to go home," he whispered to the peeling paint.
***
Severus Snape didn't pay much attention to the boarded up shop windows of the
former Quality Quidditch Supplies as he walked by it
on the way to his shop. His head was full of the various experiments he was
planning on setting up that afternoon while Granger watched the shop and did
what she did best: tell everybody within sight, excluding him, exactly what
they should do and then proceed to offer various reasons why based both on her
extensive research and just plain nosiness.
Hiring Granger had been one of the most brilliant ideas that he'd ever had. The
chit had a way with dealing with people that, while completely different from
his own, was off putting enough that she wasn't considered nice–and how
Severus hated that word.
There was only one downside to the whole Granger issue, and he was standing by
the counter when Severus walked in.
Weasley turned and frowned at Severus, but nodded
good morning anyway.
"Good morning, Severus. I was just doing the morning inventory."
Granger handed Severus a neatly organized list. "We're short on some of the
standard stock potions. I'll lay out the ingredients for you once you've given
me your brewing schedule for the day."
Severus nodded, and pushed through the door to the back where his small office
area was, with his desk and research books as well as a small alcove where
Granger had her own desk. The largest area was through yet another door to his
lab and storehouse for ingredients and finished potions.
Everything was proceeding just as it always did. And just as it always did on
mornings when Granger's husband accompanied her, there was no tea.
Grunting, Severus took to the task of brewing his own tea while looking over
Granger's list of what was needed as far as the basic potions were concerned.
They were unfortunately low on Contraceptus. And since
it was nearing the end of the summer, all the imbeciles that were attending the
upper years of Hogwarts would be in desperate need of said potion within a few
short weeks. The sales alone would fund Severus's
research for at least a month.
Poking his head out the door, Severus glanced around for Granger. She was
pushing Weasley out the front door finally in
preparation for opening. About ruddy time. "Granger!"
"Yes, Severus?" She flipped the sign on the door to open, and
pulled a functional apron over her head.
"I've decided that I need your help back here this afternoon. Owl that
woman you did last time about watching the front of the shop. And regardless of
what I have you doing, you'll have to find time to keep an eye on her."
A smile lit Granger's face at the news that she was going to be allowed to
brew. "Of course, Severus, I'll do so straight away. As soon as she
arrives, I'll meet you in the back."
***
"Yeah, it's through that door right there."
Harry grinned at Ron. "What, you're not going in with me? Don't tell me
that you're still scared of Snape after all these years."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Not at all. I'm not allowed
in during store hours. His Snarkiness won't say
anything before the shop opens or after it closes, but in between, I'm a
walking dead man. I can't even take her out to lunch. Why she insists on
working with that git, I'll never know."
"He does know a lot about potions--"
"Yeah, well, get in there and say hello to her. She'd be furious if you
didn't." Ron tapped him on the back and sent Harry on his way through the
door.
The bell above the door rang, but the front room was empty. There was no
Hermione like Ron had guaranteed. There was no one at all. Not even Snape.
"I'll be right there!"
Well, at least Harry knew that Hermione was in the building.
"Please tell me you're Miss--" Hermione stopped her sentence when she
caught sight of Harry standing in the doorway.
"Hate to disappoint, but I'm not a Miss anything." Harry gave
Hermione his best crooked smile.
"Harry!" She screeched and went running straight toward him. She
engulfed him in her arms. "You're here! In
Harry chuckled. "It was time to come home."
"I certainly would think so."
"Why, did it say so in Hogwarts: a History?" Harry pushed the
tip of her nose with one finger.
"No, you prat."
She smiled. "I suppose you saw Ron?"
"First thing. He pointed me in the direction I
needed to go to see you. Says he can't come in here
though."
Hermione chuckled. "No, he can't. Severus forbids it."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "Severus?"
"Granger! Is that chit here?"
"No, Severus. Just a customer." Hermione
called back over her shoulder. "I'll be right there. Just
a moment." Hermione sighed, the excitement draining from her
features. "Stupid cow. I get the chance to brew
and she has the gall not to show up. Now I'm juggling a potion and my duties in
the front."
"Um. I could do it. If all you need is someone to
watch the front. I know a thing or two about potions..."
"You'd do that? Even though you just got back?"
"I've nothing better to do. As long as you don't
think that Snape will blow a gasket or something."
"Oh, he won't. He'll never know." Hermione gave him a
conspiratorial wink. "The price list is in the drawer under the cash box.
We don't negotiate."
Harry nodded and took the stool behind the counter. Hermione would kill him if
she knew what he was planning. Taking out the price list he perused it.
***
Severus glared when he walked in and found Granger staring at a piece of paper
that she quickly shoved into her pocket when he came in. "You've been
acting awfully odd of late."
Granger worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment; never a good
sign. "I know. Severus, I wanted to talk to you."
"If it's about that shop that just opened down the Alley then I do not
want to hear it. Our customer base will return, I've
no doubt about that. It's just--"
"I've been offered a position there."
Severus jerked. He didn't know if he was more surprised that Granger had
interrupted him or because she was actually considering his employ.
"Excuse me?"
"I've been offered a position there as a brewer." Granger whispered.
Severus was silent for a moment before pushing past Granger into the backroom.
"Did you hear me, Severus?"
"Yes, I heard, what do you want me to say about it?"
"Anything!" Granger's voice was entering
that obnoxious register that set Severus's teeth on
edge.
"I wish you luck in your future endeavours."
"You're not going to offer me the same to keep me in your employ?"
Granger sounded disappointed.
"Of course not. You're not ready for the position
of a full time brewer. You've years more before you reach your potential to
work unsupervised. Whoever is running that sub par shop obviously knows nothing
about potions." A smirk turned Severus's lips up the barest fraction. "They'll be
shut down within a month."
"I'm not so sure about that, Severus. From what I understand, the
proprietor has been in the field since he left school and is considered one of
the brightest brewers of his age."
"Well, I haven't heard of any prodigies of late."
"He worked in the States."
"Backwater heathens. They know nothing." He
lifted his hand when Granger opened her mouth to start in on what would
probably be a tirade about how he shouldn't say such things. "Not another
word, Granger. If you want to go, go. I shan't keep you."
"Severus-"
"Just do me one favour before you leave and call
that woman you get to work the front of the shop. Offer her the position full
time."
"Yes, Severus. I'll do so by the end of the week."
***
"How is the research going?"
Harry rubbed his eyes, and dropped his quill. He'd have to go out into Muggle London and buy some proper pens. He didn't mind the
parchment so much, but quills lost their appeal after writing with them for
seven years.
"It's still all theoretical. I've some way to go before I can actually
start working on the final product, but I think that it's going quite
well."
Ron grinned. "Then can I take you and Hermione out for a bite to eat?
Think she can stop for a minute?"
"I don't know, I've left her alone since this
morning. She was in a mood when she came in. Ran into
Snape."
Ron narrowed his eyes. "Bet he was rude. Should have
offered her the position of brewer when you did. You might be one of her
best mates, but if Snape had offered to promote her, she'd have stayed working
for him."
"Oh, I know, but I also knew that Snape would never offer her the position
of brewer. It's just not done as far as he's concerned." Harry pushed away
from the desk and toward the door that separated the offices from the labs.
"I'll go see if she can stop." The door swung shut behind him leaving
Ron in the office area. The deal that he'd cut with his friend was that he
could come into the shop when he wanted and could even come into the back
offices, but the labs were absolutely off limits.
Hermione was hunched over a cauldron. She swatted a lock of hair out of her
face irritably. "Stupid potion," she muttered.
"What's wrong?" Harry pulled the potion formula from where it was
lying next to her on the workbench and took a look. The potion was one of their
biggest sellers, which had been why Harry had assigned it to Hermione in the
first place.
"It's not changing to pale teal like it's supposed to."
Harry nodded and dipped a ladle into the cauldron pulling up a sample. He
sniffed it and then dripped a bit onto the tip of his tongue. It was slightly more bitter than it should have been. Looking down at the
ingredients, Harry picked up the vial of dragon blood, and added a drop at a
time, stirring the potion five times between each addition until the color
turned. "It should be fine. We can leave it for a bit. Want to go for
lunch? Ron stopped by."
Hermione nodded and took the ladle from his hand and took it over to the sink
to wash it. "Only if you explain why you added more dragon blood."
"I'll write it all out for you when we get back from lunch. Basically it
was bitter, and the taste told me there was too much beetle wing. I'll have to
talk to our supplier. I know you always check your weights, so there might be
something off in the quality."
Hermione shook her head. "You really did learn while you were away, didn't
you?"
Harry smiled his lopsided grin. "I didn't have anything better to
do."
***
Severus,
I know that you weren't expecting to hear from me, but I really wanted to tell
you a bit about this place. It's nothing like what you'd expect. In reality
there are only a couple of major differences between how you run your shop and
how this one is run. I'm sure that's not what you wanted to hear, but
nevertheless it's true.
The proprietor here doesn't do all the brewing himself: he oversees us, and
gives us his potions formulas for brewing, but in the end we stand or fall on
our own. He personally checks all the potions before Justin or I am allowed to
bottle them.
He's also heavily research minded, like yourself, and
he spends a lot of his afternoons slaving away over his own cauldron with his
experiments. He keeps muttering about how he needs to find another potions
specialist to collaborate with, and I keep thinking of you. I think that you'd
work well with him, if you gave yourself the chance, but I know that you won't,
so I haven't brought up the possibility to him.
I do wish I had had the opportunity to learn more before I came here. I could
have benefited from more of your knowledge. I wasn't as prepared for the switch
as I thought I was. As you had said.
All the best,
Hermione
Severus grunted and put the letter at the bottom of his pile of papers. He had
enough to do without having to pay attention to some sentimental tripe
scribbled down by some silly girl. All his grooming to get Granger up to snuff
on the main potions they sold was being used by some other brewer now. There
were more important matters to be dealt with, like the potions maker who had
started to write articles in some of the major potions journals about the same
thing that Severus was researching himself.
The worst part of the whole thing was that this other potions maker was further
in his research than Severus was.
This was disastrous. He'd spent years coming up with the premise and had only
told one other living person of it, but now, here it was, splashed across the
pages of the Journal for Therapeutic Potions that he subscribed to.
Severus already despised this HJ Evans fellow. His language was rather mixed,
he used terminology that Severus had never heard of before as well as methods
that weren't approved by the Wizarding Society for
British Potion Brewing, but he was still being published. Granted, the journal
wasn't only for British potion brewers, but - in Severus's
opinion - they were the only ones that really mattered.
Pulling a piece of parchment out of his desk drawer, Severus dipped his quill
into the nearby inkpot and started to pen a letter to the journal, asking for
an address to direct correspondence to HJ Evans.
***
I must admit that I never thought that Severus Snape would contact me
regarding my research. I'm pleased to know that my subject matter has been well
accepted by our colleagues, but the true measure of its worth is its being
addressed by you.
You are without a doubt, the foremost expert in this particular branch of
potions, and I couldn't, in good conscience admit to not being the least bit
inspired by you. I'm sure you're thinking that I'm just going the flattery
route, but I assure you that is not the case. I have no intention of doing so.
My desire to work in this field is completely selfish, having watched a dear
werewolf friend of mine pass away recently due to complications with his
lycanthropy.
As our interests are mutually aligned, I was hoping that you might not be
opposed to meeting to discuss the research I'm sure we're both conducting.
Yours,
HJ Evans
Proprietor
Lightning Quick Potion Solutions
Diagon Alley
"Of all the miserable luck!" Severus slapped a piece of clean
parchment onto the desk and wrote two words in his neat black writing before
sending it off.
This was much worse than expected. The person who had bought the old Quality Quidditch Supply store and turned it into a potions shop,
the person who'd stolen Hermione Granger from his employ, and the person that
Severus had been struggling to find out about for over two bloody months was
only a few steps away from his doorstep and just propositioned him about
discussing their mutual research. The nerve of the fellow.
It was unconscionable.
Severus spent the rest of the day fuming.
***
"'Certainly Not.' I'm going to assume that this
is from Snape. He must not have liked the fact that I set up shop down the
street from him."
Hermione sighed, and straightening her shoulders, added the next ingredient
drop by drop waiting for the change in colour
impatiently. The problem with running this sort of experiment was not knowing when the potion would react to the next
ingredient added. Sure Harry had a guess, but that wasn't
quite as good as knowing for sure.
"Nothing." Hermione jotted down her
observations, and pushed the beaker aside. "Why'd you owl him in the first
place?" Ladling out another 600 millilitres of
base into a new beaker, she took up the next ingredient. "And are you sure
I can only add up to fifty drops?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, trust me, you don't want to add too much of anything.
Take things slowly, and if no reaction has happened by fifty drops, none is
going to." Harry ladled another 600 millilitres
of base into a beaker and pulled it toward himself as well. "You don't
need to help me, you know, though I do appreciate it."
"I know. I don't mind it actually. It's interesting. I'm learning a lot,
Harry, even if I'm a bit put out that I didn't learn all of this before
you."
"Well, I had a reason to." Harry paused at his fifth drop and looked
toward the door. Hermione knew that he was looking at the picture of him and Remus that sat on the corner of Harry's desk. When she
heard about Remus's death, she'd been broken up about
it, and she knew that what she'd felt could only have been a drop in the bucket
compared to how Harry must have felt.
"How long do you suppose until we find the right combination?"
Harry shrugged. "If it's not one of these, then I'll have to go back to
the theory. I wish Snape had agreed to meet and discuss things."
"Well, you are stealing all his business."
"And you'd think that'd be enough to drag his Snarkiness
out, if only to belittle me for his own peace of mind." Harry laughed.
"I bet that he's just put off about the Boy-Who-Lived knowing a thing or
two about potions."
Hermione paused and stared down into the liquid for a minute. "Actually,
Harry, I don't think that he realises he's dealing
with you."
***
Severus,
I fear I have reached a dead-end in my research. The only work I have found
dealing with the issue has been published by you, and even that was
theoretical. I was hoping that we could meet to discuss your work in the field.
I think that we're striving toward a mutual goal, and our individual expertise
can help each other rather than hinder.
Consider it.
Yours,
HJ Evans
"Of all the stupid-" Severus glared down Diagon
Alley at the other shop. This was getting him nowhere. Now that he knew where
the charlatan was located, he should have gone and told him to cease and desist selling and researching potions.
The fool obviously knew nothing about potions whatsoever regardless of his
rather insightful articles written in the Journal of Therapeutic Potions. In
fact, Severus had every intention of going over there immediately and setting
the upstart straight.
Storming out of the shop, he made a beeline for the other shop, not paying
attention to the witches and wizards that were flinching away from him right
and left. He'd taught quite a few of the imbeciles; they should be perfectly
aware of his volatile temper.
A bell jingled as he shoved the shop door open. It was, unlike Severus's, very well lit, and - much to Severus's
chagrin - like Severus's, very well organized. The
proprietor had put quite a few more extra or alternative potions out than what
Severus had, and Severus could only assume it was due to the fact that he'd
stolen Granger right from under him.
Dennis Creevy stood behind the counter ringing up the
purchase of what Severus was sure was an inferior potion. He waited, not
patiently since being patient was not his forte, but he waited nonetheless, his
toe tapping on the polished wood floors as his gaze swept across the rows of
shelves.
"Can I help you, Professor?"
"I am no longer a professor, Mr Creevy."
Creevy flinched, but continued, "I know that,
sir, but calling you anything else just seems wrong. What can I do for
you?"
"You can direct me to the proprietor of this establishment." Severus
couldn't keep the sneer off the last word.
"I'm sorry, sir, but he's not here right now. I can get Hermione or Justin
for you, though."
"Bring Granger out at once!"
Creevy nodded, and scurried through the door behind
the counter. "Hermione! You've a visitor--"
Snape paced to the closest shelves. Brightly coloured
bottles denoted the strengths that were then written out neatly on a label with
a helpful note at the bottom: Have any allergies? Ask one of us if you can
take this! Severus snorted. Idiots shouldn't buy potions if they didn't
know what went into them.
Creevy came back out, wiping his palms on his apron.
"She'll be right out; she just has to finish something off. She and Justin
are really busy today since-"
The door swung open cutting Creevy off. "Can you
excuse us, Coli- I'm sorry, Dennis."
"Sure thing. I'll just go and pull that box of Contraceptus down to restock it."
"Thank you."
Hermione watched as Dennis went into the back room. "I keep confusing him
with his brother, but I don't think he minds." Hermione sighed. "It's
good to see you, Severus, though I can't say that I'm surprised."
Severus crossed his arms over his chest. "So you know that your employer
has been owling me?"
"Of course." Hermione met stare with one of
her own. "He complains to me every time you turn him down to meet. He's
stuck, you see."
"And I should give a rat's arse, why?"
Hermione shrugged. "Remus Lupin
went to him after he became allergic to the Wolfsbane.
Came up with a few other potions that eased the transformation, some even
helped him stay sane. None of them worked as well as the Wolfsbane
though, he knows that."
"That is because you can't remove the actual wolfsbane
from the potion."
"But-" Hermione shook her head and sighed again. "Yes, well,
he's not going to stop trying."
"When will your employer return?" Severus tapped his fingers on the
top of the counter.
"Next week, he's attending a potions consortium in
"I shall return next week to talk to him then."
"You could just wait for the conference in
"He's the other on the panel?" Severus hadn't been informed of
this. He would have refused had he known.
Hermione nodded. "I wish I could attend, but if he's gone Justin and I
have to stay, in case there is a need for more orders. We're all to go to the
British consortium beginning of next year, though. I'm looking forward to
it."
Severus didn't reply, just turned on his heel and made his way out.
Returning to his shop, Severus pulled the old journals off the shelf, marking
each article that HJ Evans had written and started dissecting them. The first
was co-authored with a man who's initials were RL, and now that made sense. Remus Lupin. Hermione said that this HJ Evans fellow had
worked to create a potion that would work like Wolfsbane
without the key ingredient. It was something that Severus himself was trying to
perfect. A synthetic Wolfsbane
that wouldn't degrade the health of the person taking it.
It was the modern equivalent to finding the alchemic miracle of turning lead
into gold.
So Severus shouldn't be surprised that he wasn't the only potions brewer out to
find it, but it rattled his nerves that Lupin had
helped another brewer. Lupin was his guinea
pig and no one else's. After all that tripe about how he just wanted to be off
the potion before the toxins destroyed all of his internal organs. How he just
wanted to spend his remaining months living. After all of that, he let some
other person test potions on him. The liar.
Severus swallowed. Maybe he should meet with HJ Evans at the
***
There was nothing like meeting with hundreds of other like minded individuals,
Harry thought as he stepped off the Portkey arrival
platform and lugged his suitcase to the front of the hotel to check in.
The best part of it all was that no one in the potions community really cared
that he was the Man Who Did In Voldemort
or whatever they were calling his heroic exploits this year. No, potion brewers
only cared about one thing. Potions. If he was known
it was only because of his work in finding an alternative to Wolfsbane.
The original Wolfsbane created by Damocles Belby and the further adjustments made to it by Snape had
been marvels of accomplishment when the articles were first published. Snape's work had been solid and fixed many of the issues
that were inherent in the original potion. He'd been lauded in his field, and
it was that singular accomplishment more than anything else that had boosted
him to his position in the community. He didn't need to follow it up with any
extensive research, but he had and it had increased his recognition among
brewers.
When Harry realised this after he'd taken an interest
in potions due to Remus's illness, he'd read
everything the man had written on the subject as well as most of his other
books as well, finding elements in them that related to the Wolfsbane
potion whether he was meant to or not.
With that knowledge and the statement that Severus had made that it could be
possible to find a replacement for the key ingredient in Wolfsbane
as he and Remus packed up to go somewhere, anywhere
that wasn't England, Harry started his own research into the matter. Just tinkering really. It gave him something to keep his
mind busy as he took care of Remus.
He never thought that he'd make it his goal after Remus
died, or that he'd be fighting to hold his own against Snape in the spotlight.
But he was, and it wasn't such a bad place to be.
"Here you are, Mr Potter. Your room key and a map of the
grounds." The front desk clerk glanced down before looking up at
him again, and Harry got an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. "You
aren't the Harry Potter, are you? The Man Who--"
"Of course not, I'm Harry Evans, the man who's speaking against Severus
Snape at this meeting. How good to know that you follow Potions. I must be off
now!" Harry grabbed his key and fled.
Wiping his hand against his forehead, Harry rested against the outside wall of
the in hotel bar. A firewhiskey wouldn't be so bad
right about now, but Harry didn't want to drink. He hadn't picked up a glass of
alcohol since his potions mentor in the States had pried the last one out of
his hands over two years ago when Remus died. He'd
promised the old man that he wouldn't drink anymore, and he didn't.
Harry caught sight of the sweeping black robes that Snape still wore out of the
corner of his eye and watched as he approached the lift to take him up to his
room. Harry could only hope that his room was on the other side of the hotel.
There was something about Snape that still made him nervous and probably always
would. If he could just get through the discussion, then he'd be fine.
Maybe things would turn out better than he thought. It wouldn't take much.
***
Severus folded the piece of parchment according to the directions, and launched
it out the window. At least the hotel didn't bother with owls or messenger
pigeons or any of the other undesirable things that Severus had found perched
in the corner of his room as a way for room to room connection.
It was times like this that Severus wondered how long it would take before the Wizarding World incorporated a telephone system. It probably
would happen about the same time that they introduced Wizarding
programs on the telly. There were some things that
were just too Muggle.
It didn't take long for a paper airplane to come soaring into his room, and for
that Severus was glad.
Of course.
I knew you were bound to come around sooner or later.
He had another hour or so until he would meet HJ Evans down at the bar, and
Severus spent his time wisely, refreshing himself on all the research that the
man had published and girding himself for an argument about many of the points
that he thought could be clearer or were outright wrong. Then at the end, he'd
demand to see the man's early research notes.
There was little that could go wrong.
***
Something did go wrong straight away. Harry bloody Potter was sitting at the
hotel bar. Severus found a seat as far away from him as possible and stationed
himself so he could keep an eye on the two entrances.
Growling low in his throat, he watched as Potter caught sight of him, picked up
his glass and made his way over. Without so much as a by-you-leave, he pulled
out the chair across from Severus and sat down.
"It's been a while."
"And it should be even longer. I am waiting for someone, Potter."
Potter narrowed his eyes in the same manner that Granger had at their last
meeting.
"What is it? You're acting as if I'm missing something that should be
dreadfully apparent."
"Well, I just thought that we'd arranged to meet for drinks and discuss
things, but obviously I'm mistaken."
"Potter, I don't know what fantasies you've been entertaining, but I
guarantee you that the last place I want to be is at a bar with you drinking
and discussing things."
"Really? Then maybe you need to do more research
into who you're inviting to meet with you to do just that, don'tcha
think?" Harry stood, his glass still in hand.
"Let's try this again." Reaching out his hand toward Snape, he
introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Harry James Potter, but I don't publish under
that name. I publish under my mother's last name. HJ Evans. Sorry for the
confusion. You're Severus Snape, right? I've read everything that you've
published and not only on the Wolfsbane potion
either. You're expertise in the field of therapeutic analgesic potions is
really astonishing. I can't believe that I learned from one of the foremost
potions experts of his generation. I might have paid more attention in class if
I had known." Potter grinned sheepishly. "Who am I kidding? I would
have been just as rude and obnoxious because I hated you when I was a kid. And
though I know it makes no difference, I don't hate you anymore."
Severus stared at the hand extended to him with disgust. He motioned toward the
seat that Potter had been sitting in prior to his reintroduction.
With a raised eyebrow, Potter sat back down.
"What is the meaning of this, Potter?"
"I don't get what you mean. I've been trying to arrange a meeting for
months to discuss the Wolfsbane potion with you, but
you've been rather recalcitrant on the matter."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm here for one reason and one
reason alone, and that is to demand that you show me the early notes you took
when you were testing your experiments on Lupin."
A shadow crossed Harry's features, and his shoulders tensed. "Even if I
wanted to give you those notes, which I don't, I can't. I don't have my copies
anymore."
"What?!" Severus set his glass down with a
bang.
"I don't have my copies of them any longer. I destroyed them along with
most of my early research, back before I even thought about publishing
anything."
Severus was appalled. "You destroyed-"
Potter shrugged and gave a rather self-deprecating smile. "Yeah, I did.
Set fire to the lab and caused a huge explosion. The local authorities were
rather narked at me."
"Why would you do such a thing?" Severus leaned forward despite
himself. The destruction of research was only done by the desperate and for
desperate reasons.
"I wanted nothing to do with potions after Remus
died. And I certainly wanted nothing to do with the work I had done on the Wolfsbane. So one night when I was astonishingly drunk -
there were many of those nights at the beginning - I decided to send everything
up in smoke. I wasn't expecting the explosion; I'd forgot about the volatile
components I kept locked up in the lab. Woke up in hospital
handcuffed to the bed and charged with arson." Harry shrugged.
Severus just blinked; there really wasn't anything to say to that.
"Spinner, the old potions instructor that I had worked with occasionally,
explained to the police that it was an accident. That I was working in my
private lab on something or other and the reaction got out of hand. The charges
were dropped and I was released once my burns had healed. Spinner wasn't too
pleased with me, and was even less so when I told him that I was discontinuing
my research. Said that being sentimental had no place in
work. But I was adamant that I didn't want to work on the potion
anymore. Three months later the first paper was published."
His brow creased, Severus stared at Potter. "But your first paper was
co-written with Lupin."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, we'd been working on it while he was still alive. I
had given a copy to Spinner along with a copy of my notes to go over. We wanted
someone to look it all over. He sent the paper to the journal without telling
me."
"So your notes and your preliminary research are gone?" This meeting
wasn't going as Severus had planned at all.
"Not really. Spinner just doesn't trust me with the copies anymore. He
kept them and I had access to them whenever I needed them. He thought, and
sometimes I think that he might be right, that I'd try to destroy it all again,
if those notes and journals were in my hands. He owled
a set to Hermione and told her to keep them locked up in her flat except for
when I needed them." Potter shrugged. "It works. Keeps me from
getting sentimental, I suppose. I treat those notes and journals like I would
anything else I check out of the great bibliothèque
de Hermione."
"Is that why you stole Granger from me? So she could be your personal
librarian?"
"Not at all. She's my friend, she's smart, and
eventually I'd like to bring her into a more active role in the research. She
does run some of my tests for me. She's learning, though she says she's not happy
to be learning from me." Potter smiled again. "I think she'd rather
be learning from you."
"No doubt you're an awful instructor."
Potter laughed. "I wouldn't know. She says it's because she's supposed to
be the smarter one, so it gets on her nerves when I tell her that what she's
doing won't work or I fix one of her mistakes. I don't have a problem accepting
that as an excuse."
Severus paused. This really wasn't going at all how he planned, but no one
could ever say that he didn't know how to adapt to an unexpected situation and
Potter wasn't being nearly as insufferable as Severus would have expected.
"I have a proposition for you, Potter."
***
Severus,
I really don't know what to do. Harry hasn't come back to the shop since he
went to
Some of the customers are quite displeased; I was hoping that I could send them
over to you. I'm sure that you need the business.
Hermione
Severus grunted and let the sheaf of parchment drop onto the desk. "Stupid girl."
"Hmm?"
"If you pulled your nose out of that book, you'd know that I
received a letter from your disgruntled shop girl and that you've sent her into
a panic with your rather unsurprising disappearance."
"Oh." Harry turned the page without looking up.
"Are you listening to me, Potter? I dislike being ignored." Severus
crossed his arms and glared at the mop of hair sticking out from behind the
thick tome that he'd settled into that morning. "Owning a shop takes
responsibility. You've orders that you've not filled, and your customers are
annoyed."
Potter waved his hand, holding up one finger signaling for Severus to hold on
for a minute.
"Potter!"
The book snapped shut and was slammed down on the desk. "You are the most
impatient bugger that I've ever met. No wonder it was impossible to learn
anything from you." The chair skidded back and bumped against the table
that held the remains of lunch, tipping over the pitcher of ale.
Flexing his fingers, Severus wondered again - for the first time in some years
- what it would feel like to strangle the Boy Who Lived.
"You should be happy, Snape, you'll get your business back. Though, I
suppose you're right. I should be going." Grabbing the book and shoving it
under his arm, Potter grabbed the last remaining meat pie and shoved it into
his mouth before brandishing his wand and banishing the mess. "I'm borrowing
this," was muttered around a full mouth as Potter stalked from the back
room and left the building.
Severus watched his progress down the street, pointedly ignoring the thought
that it was somewhat pleasant seeing Potter absorbed in something productive
and decidedly not troublemaking.
It took him a few minutes to realise that Potter had
indeed left with one of his rare first editions on potions. He'd kill the brat
yet.
***
"Creevy! Go get Potter!" Dennis jumped from
behind the counter where he was writing up an order for an elderly witch. His
eyes bugged out, but he didn't move. "NOW!"
"Go on, dear. I'm sure the grumpy man has his reasons." The
diminutive witch patted Creevy's hand before the
whelp took off, the door to the back room swinging in his wake.
It wasn't Creevy that returned moments later, but a
rather flustered Granger. Brushing her hair out of her face, she glared.
"Must you terrify Dennis, Severus?"
"Where's Potter?"
"Working. I can't bother him now. He has three
potions going and he's reading some really dusty thing. If I talk to him, I
think he'll blow the place up."
The little witch that was still waiting at the counter squeaked and started
heading toward the door.
Severus ran his hand across his face. "That's my 'really dusty
thing' that he's reading and I'd like it returned immediately."
"Yours?"
"Yes, Granger, mine."
The door to the back room swung open again. "Stop squawking. I said I was
only borrowing it. If you hadn't tried to tear me a new one, I would have
finished the section I was reading and been on my way." Harry pulled a
handkerchief from a pocket in the utilitarian apron he had on and wiped his face.
"Hermione, can you please go back there and help Justin. I have him
stirring the custom orders, but I think the timing is going to overlap, and
it'd help to have two people back there. Steady strokes."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, but started toward the backroom regardless.
"Tell him that he shouldn't scare away our customers."
"Sure, Hermione." Harry waited for the door
to close before he turned and stared at Severus for a long moment. "I have
a proposition for you, Snape."
Severus jerked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "What?"
"I think that we should combine our shops. You can come and work for
me." Harry gave him that ridiculous lopsided grin he had a tendency to
release when he thought it could get him something that he wanted.
"I think not. Now, if you'll just return my property to me, I'll be on my
way, and I will cease to terrify your customers."
"Actually, I'd be fine if you just stopped terrifying Dennis. I'll run
short of calming draughts if you don't, and then where would my fledgling
business be?" Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "Why
not? You've not even heard the terms of my offer yet."
"I know you well enough that I don't need to hear them to know that I
don't want to." Severus crossed his arms.
Harry started ticking reasons off on his fingers anyway. "You wouldn't
have to deal with the accounting any more. You could work on your research and
custom potions only. You'd have a steady income that wouldn't fluctuate
depending on sales."
"I thought your business was just budding?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, Harry took a deep breath.
"But I have more capital than you."
Severus snorted. "I find that hard to believe."
"My reward for killing Voldemort was quite
substantial, so much so that I don't need to work, but I like brewing potions,
so I started this shop. It will be lucrative eventually. More so if I can bring
you in. But that's not my main goal in offering you the position."
Severus settled one long finger against his lips. "And what, pray tell, is
your main goal? The use of my vast potions knowledge to
further your research so that you can become even more famous? I'm sure
the prospect appeals to you."
"Actually, I just want access to your library. I've seen enough of it over
the last week to know that I need those books to further our research. Equal credit, Snape. Take it or leave it."
He didn't move for a moment, his eyes locked with Potter's. As Potter had
learned that he needed Severus's library of potion
manuscripts, Severus had learned that he needed access to the early research
that Potter had done while working in the States with Remus.
The discovery that he needed Potter was disconcerting enough to make him
ill. The discovery that he wanted to work with Potter was enough to
shock him into moving. Without a word, Severus turned on his heel and stomped
out of the shop.
He managed to hear Potter's sigh before the door closed behind him.
***
"Harry, stop."
Shaking his head, Harry rubbed at his tired eyes. "Can't.
I'm almost there, Hermione. I can feel it. Something is going to work, and if I
go to sleep, then I'll never get there."
Hermione sighed. "You're in the same place that I left you last night when
I left. Hours after the store closed, mind you."
"I'm not. I've made it through 3 trial base runs. That's-" Harry
squeezed his eyes shut for a minute. "That's about 12
hours of work."
"Physical place, Harry. Why are you pushing yourself so hard? I
just don't understand. You can't love potions that much." She sounded
worried.
Harry swallowed. His throat felt incredibly dry all of a sudden, as did his
eyes. Any moment they were going to start watering, he just knew it. "I'm
fine, Hermione, really. Can you just get me some coffee, please? Strong and black preferably. Thanks."
Huffing and muttering that she was going to get Ron and maybe even owl Severus,
Hermione took off through the door, snapping at Justin to keep an eye on their
boss while she ran her assigned errand.
There was a long pause before Justing came over.
"You all right, Harry?"
Harry sighed. "Fine, Justin. You know Hermione. She just worries."
"Yeah…"
Harry realised that he wasn't tired enough to miss
the uncertainty lacing Justin's words.
***
It was all wrong. All of it. Three nights of steady
work and it was all shot to hell because of one fucking faulty reaction.
He'd never look at another fucking potion again. He swore it.
***
"I knew something was wrong. I shouldn't have gone to get the coffee like
he asked. I knew, Ron!" Hermione drew in a shaky breath. 'I should have
just grabbed his arm and Apparated him straight to
his flat, but I didn't. Why didn't I?"
Ron ran his hand up Hermione's back. "Come on, love, I'm sure it's not as
bad as all that. It was probably an accident. You've seen what Neville manages
to get himself into, it's probably something just like
that."
Hermione stiffened. "He flung the cauldron across the room, Ron! Justin
was there. He could have destroyed the whole building! He was too tired to
focus properly. Stressed out from all the work he's been doing and the dead
ends he keeps slamming up against. I've been watching him, but I haven't done
anything!" Hermione finally collapsed against Ron's chest and sobbed.
Not knowing what to say to any of that, or maybe knowing that nothing he could
say would stop her tirade, Ron combed his fingers through Hermione's hair and
just let her cry it all out against his jumper. It wasn't like Harry was going
to die, or like he burned the whole shop to the ground. A minor explosion in a
room designed for containment of a blast wasn't something to get as worked up
about as his wife seemed to think.
Harry hadn't done the smartest thing, but a bloke had to let out his
frustration somehow, and Ron knew that Harry certainly wasn't doing so in the
sack. He'd told him that much.
That's what he'd have to do then. First, he'd go to Harry and ask about taking
Hermione on vacation. He had some time due to him at work, and Hermione
probably did as well. Then when they got back, he'd start setting Harry up on
dates. He was certain that there'd have to be a handful of eager blokes willing
to boff Harry Potter.
The door to the lounge opened and Snape stalked through. "Do stop your
caterwauling, Granger. The imbecile will live yet, I'm told. Nothing can do in
the magnificent Potter. If blowing up a building didn't keep him down for long,
I doubt a little conflagration like this would do it."
Pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket, Hermione sniffled into it before
coughing a bit and smoothing out her skirt. At least she was trying to pull
herself together even if her eyes were still red and puffy and her face was all
splotchy. Ron loved her anyway. He pressed a kiss into her hair.
"Severus, you came!" Hermione pulled in another shaky breath.
"I'm so glad. You've got to talk to Harry. He's pushing himself too hard.
It's not even clear why."
"Nothing in this universe or any other will ever be able to explain
Potter, it's a fruitless endeavour. You could spend
the rest of your days aimlessly striving toward that goal and all you'll meet
is failure."
"Severus!" A bit of the worry had left Hermione's voice only to be
replaced with exasperation.
"Do shut it, Granger, I was in the middle of a tirade about Potter."
Hermione glared. "Why can't you do something to help him?"
Severus sighed and stalked to the door of Harry's room. Pushing it open, he
poked his head through and growled, "I accept your damn offer, Potter, so
stop trying to blow yourself up. It causes Granger to suffer a nervous
breakdown, and I don't want her medical bills diminishing the amount of my pay.
I'll start Monday at
***
"Finch-Fletchley, you're free to go once you
bottle those three potions you've been working on. Label the boxes, but leave
them out for Creevy to shelf in the morning. Those
will now be standard stock potions that you'll be responsible for keeping track
of."
"Yes, sir. I'll do that and then be on my way. Have a good night,
sir."
Severus grunted as Justin walked through the door separating Snape's lab from Harry's.
Justin smiled at Harry where he was standing over a sheaf of parchments
scribbling on them with one of his pens. "See you tomorrow, Harry. Don't
work too hard."
"Thanks, Justin, have a good night yourself." Harry looked up.
"Hey, how is Su Li working out?"
"She's doing fine. Not so comfortable around Snape, though."
Harry hummed. "Think she can handle some calming draughts and Pepper-Up on
her own?"
Justin nodded. "Thinking of keeping her around? We've been even busier
since Snape came on board."
"I've been thinking about it. Hermione comes back next week, but from
Ron's conversation, it sounds like I might have to have her working the front
for a while." Harry lifted a finger to his lips and winked.
Justin laughed.
The door separating the labs swung open as Severus stalked through.
"Potter, I demand that the next person you hire be a former Slytherin and older than yourself."
Harry shook his head. "Goonight, Justin."
Justin made good on the opening for his escape.
Turning back to look at Severus, Harry said, "I'll think about it."
He pushed away from the bench and follwed Severus
back into his lab. Looking over his shoulder into the cauldron, Harry tried to
figure out what the man was working on.
Snape was shaking his head. "This isn't working either. I'll have to scrap
the whole lot, I can't even rework it into something
that we can sell."
Harry paused and picked up the piece of paper lying on the top of the bench.
"But will it kill plants?"
"What?" Severus glared.
"Sprout wants a miracle growing fertilizer. If it won't kill plants, than
we might be able to use it as a base for that, or at least as a starting point.
If your ingredient list is anything to go by, anyway."
"Just tell the old cow to spread some threstral
dung on them and be done with it. I don't have time for that silly old bint."
"You want to write the letter to her or shall I?" Harry rolled his
eyes.
Harry couldn't tell if Severus gave a huff or a small laugh. "You, of
course, I only get paid to brew custom orders and conduct important
research."
"When is your contract up for negotiations, again?"
"We decided that I was free to go whenever you became too much of a
bother, which I can now guess will be precisely one week after we finish our
research which will give me just enough time to steal all of it and claim it
for my own."
Harry laughed.
***
Harry pulled down a silver cauldron and poured some water from his wand into
it.
"What are you doing, Potter?"
"Working?"
"On a love potion? I can't think of anything else you'd currently
be working on that requires a silver cauldron. It's obviously not Wolfsbane related."
"Think outside of the box, Severus." Pulling a piece of paper from
his pocket, Harry eyed it before going over to the shelves and finding the
pre-measured ingredients he had Su Li prepare before she left for the day.
"I believe the goal of this research was to keep a werewolf's health from
deteriorating due to long term exposure to Wolfsbane."
"Yes, we're working on combating the effects of Wolfsbane
poisoning. Your point?" Harry poured the contents
of one jar into the cauldron and watched it bubble for a minute before adding
the next as he stirred counter-clockwise.
"I don't believe that switching Wolfsbane
poisoning with silver poisoning will be conducive to our research,
Potter."
"You're probably right, Severus. Good thing that what
I'm doing won't lead to silver poisoning in a werewolf."
"How do you know?"
Harry spooned the next component slowly keeping a close watch on the colour. After it turned a muddy red, Harry looked up.
"It's an old potion; one of the bases that I worked with about four or
five years ago."
Severus took his cauldron off the heat and set it aside before walking over to
where Harry was working. Leaning against the opposing table, he watched Harry
weigh ingredients and add them into a second cauldron
with an acidic base solution slowly heating in its depth. Turning back to the
silver cauldron, he stirred it again before turning the heat down.
The glass titration set with its basic solution was already ready, and Harry
moved the small cauldron under it. His fingers turned the small glass knob
slowly, letting a stream of blue liquid fall into the cauldron until he reached
30 millilitres and then he turned it off before
setting it to drip one drop every 5 seconds.
The formula came out of Harry's pocket again. "Are you just going to stare
at me all night?"
"I am not staring at you; I am watching your experiment in progress."
"Sure." Formula back in pocket, Harry moved to grab another stirring
rod. He let it slip through his fingers until he grasped the small ball at the
end between his thumb and forefinger. The ball at the opposite end had just
touched the top of the liquid, and Harry pulled it back out. Placing the drop
on a small glass slide, Harry held it up to the light.
"Expecting to find little organisms wondering around in your still acidic
sludge, Potter?"
"Nope. And don't tell me you've never done this, I've seen you."
Severus huffed. "But you've an entire process that makes no sense."
"It makes perfect sense to me. Besides, you're one to talk, half the
things you do make no sense to me." Harry repeated the process with the
stirring rod three more times, five minutes apart. "Hah, the bead is
holding." Stopping the titration, Harry moved the cauldron out from under
the glass pipe and started to pour it into the mixture inside the silver
cauldron.
"So tell me, Potter, did this cack
actually work?"
"Depends upon your definition of work."
"Meaning?"
Harry shrugged. "It didn't do what I had originally hoped it would, but
yes, it worked in its own fashion." Harry grabbed a thick glass spoon in
his hand and slipped it into the mix to start stirring. For some reason beyond
his understanding, Severus found himself interested in the way that Harry
stirred. Which was ridiculous. He stirred just the
same. Or did he?
Harry had a casual hold on the handle of the spoon. The grip allowed for the
handle to slide through his fist as the potion resisted the movement-- quite
unlike Severus's own firm grip that met the
resistance and forced the potion to mix.
Unexpected - to Severus alone, apparently - the potion started to congeal and
Harry pulled the spoon out.
"It'll be ready to work with in the morning. You done?"
Harry waved at the cooled cauldron that Severus had set aside when he went to
watch Harry work.
"In a moment." He moved back to his cauldron
and decanted the now clear liquid into a glass beaker and held it up to the
light looking for any cloudy residue. There was none. Perfect.
"Want me to wait?"
"For what?"
"I thought that we could maybe grab a bit to eat at the Leaky
Cauldron before calling it an evening. I skipped lunch, and so did you."
Severus didn't agree verbally, just nodded and set about to scraping the
precipitate out of the bottom of his cauldron before filling it with soapy
water. Rolling up his sleeves, Severus scrubbed the cauldron quickly and rinsed
it before setting it out to dry overnight.
When he turned around, he was surprised to find Harry staring at him.
"What is so fascinating, Potter?"
Harry shrugged. "You make cleaning cauldrons look so easy. Not like
school."
"This was easy because the reaction proceeded as planned. Things rarely
proceeded as planned while teaching a room full of--"'
"Dunderheads." Harry finished for him. "I'm sure. I'll never
teach. I hate it."
Severus shrugged, and grabbing Harry's shoulder, he directed him out of the lab
before his eyes lit on something else he wanted to do before leaving. "You
are buying, you realise that, Potter."
***
It was easier working in the same lab after closing, Harry thought before
calling out "Was that the type B that you were working on last
night?"
Severus raised one eyebrow. "I left my brewing diary on your desk, why
don't you tell me."
Harry looked up and glared from where he was rolling the now putty-like solid
out into a thin layer.
"Yes, Potter, it was." Severus paused in his next step to watch Harry
for a moment. "What are you doing? Making cookies?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Can I have about 100 millilitres
of the type B when it's ready?"
"Whatever for?"
"For the experiment I'm running. I already have a sample of type F
and type M. Those are the ones that I think will work best. So can I?"
Severus nodded.
"Thanks."
Once again, Severus found his eyes drawn to Harry's hands and the way they were
cutting the opaque putty into neat squares. Pulling two vials out of his
pockets, Harry started pouring the liquid into a makeshift cup that he created
out of the squares.
Severus shook his head. He'd never understand Potter. Ever.
***
Harry dropped a Knut-sized disk onto Severus's desk. "It's a week before the full moon.
You've anyone lined up?"
"A handful, as we've agreed. Why and what is this?"
"The stuff I want to try out. The disk will dissolve on the tongue. It's
that weird experiment that you've been watching me run. The putty acts as a
purifier, or a magnet if you'd rather, it pulls the non essential components
out of the solution and absorbs them - including the water - and congeals the
rest into a homogenous mixture."
"And what gave you this great idea?"
Harry ducked his head, but Severus could still see the flush climbing up neck
and behind his ears. "Nothing. Just a crazy idea
I had one night."
Very curious. Severus narrowed his eyes. "I see.
Are you sure?"
"That I want to test it? Of course."
Severus sighed. "All right, Potter, we'll test it."
"Thanks, Severus."
***
Hermione coughed. "Severus is packing up his desk, Harry. What
happened?"
Harry looked up from the collection of data they'd collected from their trials
with the werewolves over the last few months. Hermione looked worried.
"What?"
"He has a box and he's putting all of his things into it."
A lump settled into the pit of Harry's stomach and pushed off the stool he was
sitting on. "Watch that," he snapped.
Harry rushed into the offices and stared at Severus as he placed object after
object into the box that Hermione had mentioned..
"What are you doing?"
"Packing."
"Why?! You're not allowed to quit."
Severus gave a heartless laugh. "It's over, Potter. You win."
"Win what?"
"Everything. You're the one that solved the
mystery. It was your gelatinous muck that made the whole thing possible."
"But I couldn't have done it without you." Harry swallowed. "We
needed the type B to make it work. My gelatinous muck didn't work by
itself."
"If I remember correctly, you were highly involved in creating type B. My
overall contribution to project was less than yours. You shall have the glory."
"I don't want the damn glory! I've enough of that."
"Of course, how could I forget? Potter, the martyr.
Always so willing to sacrifice the limelight."
Placing the last bauble from his desk (a gleaming silver paperweight that
Potter had given him for Christmas) Severus shoved the lid on the box and
straightened. "Maybe I don't want you to share the spotlight this time,
Potter. This way I get out of helping you write the paper."
"The paper is nothing now that the research is done. We've spent months
working together on this, and just because I remembered some stupid accident
that happened back when I was first starting and turned it around to work for
us, you get all huffy. I thought that we were in on this together."
Severus shrugged and picked up the box. Without looking back, he walked out of
the office area and out of Potter's potions shop.
***
Aconite Vacuus
Severus Snape and HJ Evans
A look into the possible solution for a Wolfsbane
Potion equivalent without long-term degenerative effects on subject.
Severus slammed the journal down onto his desk.
Bloody Potter. He just couldn't leave well enough
alone.
***
"What the hell were you thinking, you bloody fool?" Severus slammed
the journal down on the bar.
Harry blinked up blearily at him. "Severus, I don't know what fantasies
you've been entertaining, but I guarantee you that the last place I want to be
is at a bar with you drinking and discussing things."
Severus snatched the whiskey glass cradled in Potter's hands and slid it back
toward Tom. "He's not to have another drop, do you hear me?"
Tom nodded and quaffed the remaining whiskey himself before turning and sliding
the glass into the tub of soapy water he kept behind the bar.
"That wasn't on, you know. Stealing a man's alcohol like that."
"You wrote the paper and put my name on it, you idiot."
Harry shrugged. "Mine was on there as well, in case you didn't
notice."
"Mine was first. I don't know what kind of imbecile you are-"
"I couldn't have done it without you, all right. I never would have
thought to try the putty if it wasn't for you. So just shut your mouth and
enjoy it, you cranky wanker." Harry tilted his
head toward Tom. "Hey, can I have another?"
Severus pulled his wand behind Harry and pointed it at Tom.
Tom coughed. "Sorry, Harry, but your mate there doesn't want you to have
anymore, and I think that maybe he's right."
Harry was about to protest, but Tom took off, muttering an apology about how a
customer at a table in the back was signalling for
his attention.
"You're a right shit, Severus, you know that."
"You have a tendency toward alcoholism. I will not support your
addiction."
Harry harrumphed and pushed himself away from the bar. "That's all right. Bloody fine. I'll just go and see Ron and Hermione. The baby
is almost here, you know. Just a couple more months.
Ron and I will share a celebratory drink." Sighing, Harry slid to the
floor.
"How much did he have?" Severus glowered at Tom.
"Dunno, six or seven, neat."
"That's just bloody perfect. Help me get him into a room upstairs. NOW!" Severus snapped when Tom hesitated. "Unless you want an unconscious Potter to be photographed in
your pub looking half dead. Just think of the way that blasted Skeeter woman could spin that story."
Jumping into action, Tom grabbed Harry under one arm while Severus managed the
other and between the two of them, they dragged his body up the stairs and down
the hall. Harry only managed to lose one trainer on the way.
***
"I think I'm going to be ill." Rolling onto his side, Harry curled
into as compact a position as possible, hugging his sides and rocking.
"Tell me, Potter, when was the last time that you drank?"
"Three years, two months and 12 days."
Severus quirked an eyebrow.
"Shut up."
Dropping an ice pack on Harry's head, Severus leaned back and watched Harry
groan and whinge. "Do not think that your
theatrics will get you out of this situation, Potter. You're a grown man, and
it's about time that someone held you accountable for your actions."
"You're treating me as if I was a sixteen year old little shit again. I'm
not."
Huffing, Severus moved to the doorway and crossed his arms. "If you want
to be treated like the adult that you say you are, Potter, it would behoove you
to behave as one. This does, unfortunately for your diminutive behavioural intellect, mean that throwing a fit, publishing
a paper under a name that you had no permission to use, and then proceed to get
pissed out of your bloody mind are not things that you should do." He
slammed the door on the way out.
***
The snow in winter was the largest pitfall to the whole mess. The greying slush stuck to his boots and the edges of his robes
as he climbed the hill to small shop he kept huddled next to other Wizarding shops outside of
He banged the toe of his boot on the bottom step before climbing the three
steps onto the landing to unlock the door. The only problem was that the door
was already unlocked. Drawing his wand, he edged inside and stood still,
letting the darkness shield him. There were reasons that he always wore black and
at least the bit of snow that had fallen was no longer shining bright on his
robe, having melted away.
Someone was moving about in the back of the shop where Severus did his
research. He cursed. He'd just published the first of a series of articles in
the Journal for Therapeutic Potions last month and, no doubt, someone was
trying to steal it all! Wand out, he pushed the door open, only to find Harry sodding Potter sitting behind his desk, stocking-clad feet
propped up on the work surface, thumbing through his notes.
"What the bloody fuck do you think that you're doing, Potter?"
Potter shrugged. "Well, I was looking for you, but I got here too early
for your shop to be open, and, in case you didn't notice, it's blistering cold
outside--" He closed the notebook, keeping his finger trapped tight
between the pages. If he got any grease or dirt or Merlin knew what else on the
pages, Severus would kill him. "Why the fuck did you pick
"And without a proper brewer since my mother passed.
There was a need to be filled. I had the talent and the inclination. And as
long as your little shop remains in business, Diagon
Alley will not be a suitable location for me to do business." Severus
moved to turn up the other lamps in the office. "Now, if you don't mind,
please see yourself off. And if you manage to slip on your way down the steps
and break your neck, I'd appreciate it.
Potter chuckled. "At least you still retained your sense of humour." He paused to lick his lips. "I read your
article."
"Excuse me if I'm not surprised. You do, after all, subscribe to the
journal it was published in."
"You didn't have to send in that retraction regarding the Aconite Vaccus."
"I assume the sales are well? Since you still own the proprietary rights
to the formulae and no other brewer can make it, you must be making quite a
pretty penny."
"Not really. I sell it at cost including brewing time. No profit
whatsoever to speak of. I don't want to make money off of it. I worked on it
for Remus." He paused. "I'm not the only
one who can brew it. The rights on the formulae contain your name as well, you
know. A retraction in a scholarly journal can't change that." Raising his
hand to the back of his neck, Harry gave a sheepish grin. "I might have
forgotten to mention that fact the last time that we talked."
"You--"
"It's not like you have to sell it at cost. Charge as much as you like.
It's not what I came here to discuss."
Severus grabbed the utility apron off the hook and made his way into his lab,
pushing up the sleeves of his shirt as he went. "I don't think that we
have anything to discuss, Potter. You got yourself in, now you can get yourself
out."
Potter followed him into the back lab. "We do, actually. I never explained
why I was so upset at you."
"I believe it was decided that it was due to your immaturity."
"No. You decided that it was due to my immaturity. I decided that I
was upset that all of it only meant the potion to you."
"Do attempt to make sense, Potter."
"All that time and the only thing that you cared about was the potion. That the research came out. You were narked
when it wasn't you that figured it all out, but what you don't get is that it
was because of you." Harry drew in a deep breath. "All
those conversations on theory and application and everything else. I
couldn't have refined the technique for the purifier if it weren't for those,
and I never would have though of a two component system if we hadn't worked so
well together."
Severus turned away from the table that he was staring at and focused on Harry.
He was looking down at the juvenile trainers that he still insisted on wearing
and pulling at a loose thread hanging from his sleeve. "Your
meaning?"
Harry shifted. "Well, once we got over the initial bumps, we worked well
together. You had more theoretical knowledge on how everything worked, but I
had these stupid ideas that weren't accepted. It was still trial and error, but
I say that the stupid ideas would never have come about without you there to
tell me how stupid and idiotic they were and that I should do something
productive with my brewing time. It made me want to prove you wrong, see?"
"Not in the slightest."
Groaning, Harry turned away. "Well, no one can say that I didn't try. By
the way, Hermione and Ron are looking into buying a house near
"And the silly bint can't ask me herself?"
"She thinks that you're still mad that she left your shop in Diagon for mine. I do suggest that you hire her as a brewer
primarily. It'd be a waste otherwise." Harry stepped out of the lab, and
Severus listened for the banging of first his office door and then the jangle of
the bell over the front door as it opened and closed.
Leaving the lab, Severus collapsed into his chair behind his desk and opened
the research that he'd taken with him from Harry's shop to start reading it
over.
***
"What are you doing out here, Potter?" The noise of Granger's and Weasley's housewarming party drifted out of their new
house. It was much quieter and there were no obnoxious former students that he
had to deal with. Just Harry.
Harry shrugged and pushed off of the tree he was leaning against. "Catching my death, no doubt. Go ahead, lecture. I'm
waiting for it."
Shaking his head, Severus brushed past Harry and looked down the hill toward
the lights of
"Really?"
Severus knew he moment that Harry came to stand next to him, but not from any
innate sense of the man's presence, he told himself. It was just that the wind
died down on his right, and Severus could feel the heat radiating off Harry
from where he was standing. "Yes."
"I read your rebuttal of my recent work."
"Well, someone had to point out your idiocy."
"You could do it better and more often in
Looking over, Severus caught sight of Harry looking at him from the corner of
his eye. His face was still turned toward the orange glow of the city, but his
attention was completely on their conversation. It was rather pleasing, in Severus's opinion, not that he would ever tell Harry such a
thing. "I cannot leave the new shop. We've expanded."
Harry's eyes left him and a bit more colour crept
into his already red stained cheeks. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It
seems like quite the thing. You wouldn't be having this party in the bitter
cold of February if that wasn't the case. Doesn't mean that a
bloke can't wish." He paused. "I could always come and work
for you."
He couldn't help himself. The tiniest chuckle escaped from between Severus's lips. "You're the better businessman,
Potter. Your shop in Diagon is more successful that I
would have ever managed to make mine, and it's not the novelty of buying
potions from you that made it that way. You're decent at it, truth be told."
"That's practically a compliment."
"Well, do not get used to them. I have every intention of pointing out
your idiocy whenever possible."
"Over dinner?"
Severus stopped and turned to look at Harry through narrowed eyes. Harry's
fists were stuffed into his pockets and he'd pulled up his scarf so that it hid
the lower half of his face from view as well, and the hat perched on Harry's
head did the rest. It couldn't hide his slumped shoulders or the way the toe of
his boot was pushing the snow into small pile in front of him. "Dinner?" Severus asked.
"Yeah, dinner. Better than flirting through a
scholarly journal, don't you think?"
"I do not flirt."
Harry glanced at him for a single second. "But I do. Don't make me
embarrass myself, all right."
Severus snorted. "Oh, I don't know, Potter, I think you're doing a
marvelous job so far."
"You're a right git." He coughed. "I
wouldn't mind dinner, you know. I wouldn't mind a bit more than dinner,
actually, but I'll settle for dinner."
"Settle for it?"
"Yeah. I figure I can work on you until you give in. It worked before,
didn't it?" Harry shrugged again and looked up until he caught Severus's gaze. "Didn't it?"
"I believe I only gave in because you practically blew yourself and your
lab up."
Harry's grin got a bit bigger. "I could try doing that again."
"I would not recommend such a course of action."
"If it gets the desired results. We brewers are
an unscrupulous lot, you know."
The silence that fell between them wasn't as uncomfortable as Severus thought
it would be. Everything uncomfortable about it was focused on the fact that
Severus could not manage to stop looking at Potter. He'd missed their repartee
as well. He hated the whelp for that.
Harry shuffled from one foot to another and then coughed. "You--"
"Shut up, Potter; I'm thinking."
Harry's tongue darted out to moisten his dry lips.
Severus nodded, decision made. "I do not approve of fraternizing with a
colleague."
"Right." Harry turned away.
"Which is why you cannot, under any circumstances, come
to work for me."
A grin turned up the corner of Harry's lips. "I thought it was because I
was a good businessman."
"Don't argue with me, Potter."
"Flirt. I think I'm flirting, but if you want me to stop."
Severus's
hand fisted in the scarf at Harry's throat. "Don't."
"Right."
They didn't notice the snow start to fall as they kissed.