Study Buddies: who knew we could have so many?!

[harryjamespotter]

Harry had hoped the library would be quiet when he and Hermione met there (well, more empty than quiet, as their librarian insured), but he was not so lucky. The large room was busy with students milling about like it was some sort of café, although with his and Hermione's entrance, the librarian had finally seen enough.

"Alright, any one of you who isn't here to study or get books out, shoo, shoo!" A few of the students looked puzzled or affronted, and Harry glanced cautiously at Hermione, risking a small smile. Good lord were they lucky they were there for one of those two very reasons.

"So how many people have you met that we already knew?" he asked her with a voice no higher than a whisper as they found themselves a spot near the back of the library, nestled between the Potions and Quidditch section. "I've already met Sirius myself, but that wasn't very different an experience. He was the same as he's always been, just younger," he admitted with a chuckle. His face became a lot more serious when he started in on who else he'd met that very same day. "I've also managed to meet my Mum and my Dad. That was pretty interesting--Dad was hungover, but my Mum and I actually had a pretty interesting conversation."

Harry leaned down and took a large tome out of his bag, the subject of their study for the moment, cracking it open and laying it on the table. It was something he and Hermione did together now, and had been doing since they started their Fifth Year. Harry needed to study more and get his marks up if he ever wanted to become an Auror, and Hermione was the best person he could think of to share studying time with. Not to mention, he figured she enjoyed having her best friend's company while doing something she enjoyed for once, not just things he and Ron liked.


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[mione]

This is a life you can't deny yourself.

Ah, the library. Was it possible that it smelled even more wonderful? In this time, it looked newer, though she doubted that it had changed much in only a couple of years. She jumped a little when the librarian yelled for students to get out. Her thoughts had been broken and she could only stare back at Harry and shake her head. Of course, she was here for all the right reasons. When would she ever be kicked out of the library anyway?

She made a beeline for a table in the back and listened to Harry as she set her things down. She had to admit that it was hard being in this time. They couldn't mention some things and sometimes it was very hard to tell some people from others. "I had a little run in with Lucius Malfoy." she muttered, not too happy to remember the encounter in the Ancient Runes classroom. He had been snobbish and obnoxious. Something he had passed down onto Draco. "I would have rather been stuck in a corner with Peeves."

Her books and quill were already out and open before Harry had finished his sentence. She had thought it weird at first that he had asked to study with her. He knew how she was in the library, so he had better be prepared to be here for a long time. "Drunk?" she questioned. Though she was just more disgusted then she would like to admit. She smiled though when he mentioned having a decent conversation with Lily. It was a good thing that Harry was getting to know his parents. She just wished they all weren't going through puberty.

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[severustobiassnape]

Severus couldn't recall exactly how he'd ended up in this situation, much like he couldn't quite trace what had occurred since his meeting with Lily in the library. It had been a week since he'd kissed her, and now when he thought it had been glazed over by time, The Tattler's newest issue had to go and ruin everything for him.

As for his current situation, he'd let Slughorn talk him into tutoring. Tutoring! As if he could tolerate his classmates as it were, let alone try to teach them! They were incompetent fools, and though the professor had assured him that these were students from the other time period and looking to study well beyond their years, he wasn't convinced. Then again, Severus hated people.

He sighed as soon as he crossed the threshold into the library, trying to remind himself that the students he was planning on tutoring had to be, at the very least, intelligent. They were looking to study things in Seventh Year coursework and beyond in Potions, Defense, and from what Slughorn said as much as they could be taught. Severus was lucky enough to be an avid reader and practitioner of various forms of magic himself and was therefore his Head of House's perfect candidate for the job.

He spotted the two students he'd be teaching, able to pinpoint the curly hair Slughorn had described. A sense of irritation knotted in his stomach as he suddenly realized who was with her--the Potter's boy no doubt, as Potter himself didn't study--and that they more than likely read the article detailing his... dealings with Lily that had been released that morning. Well, not that he really cared: if they were so inclined as to mock him for it, he would have no need to help them study.

"So," he began softly as he approached their spot, pulling a chair over for himself at the round table. "I believe you requested additional assistance in academic matters?" he asked smoothly, resting his long, slender fingers on the table in front of him, with very much a manner he'd later hold as a professor, though there was no menace within his eyes or demeanor. He addressed Hermione only, for she was more in his line of sight and he did not feel inclined to spend much time speaking with anyone related to Potter. Besides that, she was the one who'd put in the request, not Potter.


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[harryjamespotter]

"Oh I'm sure that was a blast," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Lucius was a real piece of work, and meeting the younger version of him was not high on most people's lists of priorities. "Now I don't feel so bad about listening to my father whine about how much better Sirius is at drinking games than him," he said, shaking his head. "I was hoping you'd get to meet someone you like--McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley, anybody. How'd it end up being him?" he asked, still astonished at her terrible luck.

"Yeah, a corner with Peeves covered in cuts doused in lemon juice would be better... alright, that was extreme, I think," he admitted with a smile. "Not sure where that all came from. Anyway, weren't we supposed to meet someone here?" he asked looking around, not wanting to start in before their tutor arrived--whoever it was.

Hermione had arranged for one of the older students to teach them different things in various subjects, and with the chance of putting himself in a better position than others to go out for Auror training, Harry couldn't pass up her invitation to join her. "Ah yeah--well, drunk at one point, anyway. He was only suffering the after effects of being drunk when I met him." Harry smiled slyly, eager to use everything he'd heard his father and godfather say against him. After all, what good was having your father around if you couldn't tease him?

When their tutor arrived, Harry's eyes widened a little, and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair without even thinking twice. Either Snape always had that effect on people, or he was so effective as an adult at snapping people in line that even his teenage form evoked such a reaction. "You were talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday, 'Mione, did you want to start off there? I really don't mind either way," he said, hardly perturbed that Severus was ignoring him. He was far too used to it by now for it to bother him anymore.

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[mione]

This is a life you can't deny yourself.

Hermione didn't want to think about her bad luck any longer. Though it had been kind of surprising that the first person she should run into would be the future father of the thorn in her side. Besides Ron, sometimes. "I stayed back after Runes class the other day and got lost in a book. He wouldn't leave me alone." she mumbled, looking around. She had asked someone to come and help them. She wanted to get out of here and she knew she couldn't do it alone.

She smiled at Harry when he spoke fast, he had been doing that a lot lately. Her smile seemed to grow when Snape showed up and Harry snapped to. She couldn't tell if it was just a normal reaction or not, but she was amused nontheless. She tried to give Snape, or was it Severus, a smile, but Harry had gone on about Defense so fast that she could only nod.

"Yes, I wanted to know of some more advanced defenses. I don't want to be caught in a bad situation and not know what to do. Right, Harry?" she asked. Dear Merlin, she hoped that he was still thinking about Voldemort at every corner here. Just because he was in a different time, didn't mean that he wasn't around.

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[severustobiassnape]

"Hm," he replied simply through close lips, glancing at the two students but otherwise offering no additional comments for their conversation. Impersonal and dismissive as always, one of the main traits that got him picked on the most, he rapped his fingers gently against the table.

"Well that certainly is a vague request," he finally said, voicing his mild disapproval of how the tutoring was going already. He had to work to teach them--he shouldn't have to tell them what they wanted to learn on top of that! He thought about what they'd have already learned, wondering exactly where to pinpoint their studies and lead from. More than likely they wouldn't have touched on wandless magic, or any offensive spells. Defense was essential, yes, but one couldn't throw up shields constantly and expect to win a wizard's duel.

He continued thinking, glancing over the shelves he'd become so accustomed to in the past, before smirking suddenly. "So you don't want to be caught in a situation where you don't know what to do..." He snorted. Right, as if that was even possible. He couldn't think of any situation he'd ever been in where he knew what to do.

"Well, that, I must tell you right now, is impossible," he said, wandlessly summoning books one at a time from various places in the library as if he knew exactly where they were located. "There's no way to ever prepare one's self for a situation, not the way you're describing." Much like himself, she seemed to want a logical, set, routine way to respond to a given situation. As he learned already, and she would learn to, life simply did not bend to the wills of the logical.

"I believe the best thing for you to learn before any spells or theory are brought up is flexibility." Kindness didn't come easily to Severus, but the way he spoke, calm and nonjudging, his words straight and honest, were perhaps the best ways to teach a person. "Once you learn that, you may find that the simplest of spells, charms, and dare I say potions can be all that you need in even the worst of situations."

He paused for a moment to sit and 'cut' the stack of books he'd summoned in half, setting them in two shorter piles. "The second step is to actually teach you to fight. Something not taught here at Hogwarts--even in our later years here. Not just simple shields and stunning spells. Still interested?" he asked with a quirk of his brow. He wasn't even talking about using dark arts yet and already knew he was touching a sore spot for many peoples' morals.

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[harryjamespotter]

Harry sighed. "Merlin, Hermione, and I thought staying late in class was good for you. If you run into people like Lucius Malfoy by doing it now, though, you might want to consider casting some silencing spells and studying in the Common Room," he suggested seriously. Sure the thought of her trying to study, silencing spells or not, with rambunctious Gryffindors running about was funny, but it was a better alternative to spending time with a Malfoy--or worse, a young Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Oh yeah, definitely," Harry said with a nod, almost missing Hermione's question for him. He was too distracted worrying about what being tutored by a young Severus Snape would entail. Would he be as cruel a teen as he was as an adult? That was Harry's only concern: he knew Snape was skilled, but he was never friendly, especially not after Harry had stuck his nose where it didn't belong and saw the memory Snape kept in his pensieve.


He didn't need to confer to Snape that he was paying attention, because the boy was already pushing into his 'lecture'. With or without Harry's attention, he'd move along, it seemed, at the same steady pace he did as a professor, which could prove to be both good and bad. If Harry was following him it would be great, but he hoped he didn't fall behind or have difficulty understanding something. If Snape was anything like he'd be in the future, he wouldn't have the time nor the patience the backtrack for Harry.

So far, though, what the Slytherin had to say made perfect sense to him. He nodded, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, that makes perfect sense," he replied. He, being impulsive by nature, already grasped the idea of being flexible easily, but after dodging death like a bullet a few times already, he knew first hand how important it was to be flexible. If he stood there and tried to think of a book he'd read or a spell he'd learned in school while staring Voldemort in the face or trying to take down a troll in the girl's bathroom, he would have been dead a long time ago.

Harry nodded and looked relieved when Snape mentioned learning offensive spells. He'd taught the DA a lot of defensive spells, but ones that actually involved fighting back were a bit above their range of study. After all, as Severus had said, Hogwarts had always stuck to shields and stunners, nothing to harm people. "I think that's a great idea--maybe we can try to get the DA back together and teach them some of these spells too, Hermione. You know, if you want, you'd be welcome to join it too," he said to Severus, though he was unsure how his invitation would be taken.

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[mione]

This is a life you can't deny yourself.

Just the very idea of trying to open a book in the common room made her shudder. She gave Harry a look that hopefully told him to shut up and forget it, because that was never going to happen in a million years. The last time she had tried to study in the common room, Fred and George had almost set her parchment on fire. She hadn't been very happy that day. She had taken to studying in the library, it was quiet and it smelled like books, which was heaven to her. So she had a moment of weakness in the Runes class, big deal. "I think I can take care of myself with the Malfoys, Harry." she said, though not in an angry way.

As Severus spoke, Hermione couldn't tell if he was being pompous or if that was just the way he spoke. Either way, she had to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep herself from telling him off already. He was her future professor and he was actually trying to help it seemed. If only he could be a little bit... nicer about it. It wasn't like she was stupid, but she had no idea on where to start let alone where to go after that. This was a whole new area for her. But Harry was getting excited about it. Books flew in front of her and she couldn't help but scan the titles as they came to her.

Why would Harry be excited about books? Oh, that's right, because she would be reading them, it seemed, as Severus went on about actually practicing them and doing it the verbal way. Which made sense of course. His 'smarter-than-you' attitude was getting to her though. "We could. But have you even seen Ron since we got here? He's kind of disappeared lately." she said. his invitation for Snape to join actually surprised her, but maybe he was just being nice?

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[severustobiassnape]

Severus wasn't stupid: he knew his attitude was putting off the girl, but he also didn't show any signs of noticing or caring. She was clearly biting her tongue a lot of the time through his short speech, the first of what he figured would be many, and he was ready for any verbal assaults she may have for him whether he looked that way or not. He was, after all, entirely accustomed to dealing with such things.

The Potter boy eagerly agreed with him, no doubt bred from an impulsive nature he'd received from his father, but that wasn't the person he was most hoping to hear from. It was the girl, so clearly stuck on logic and theory, that he needed to hear it from. And she seemed more interested in knowing where her friend was. He bit his tongue, not wanting to get into their personal matters in any way, but wondered how she, if finding her friend was so important, was sitting here studying and not actually looking for him. Well, if she would not be receptive to his tutelage then he would be spending a lot less time than he'd arranged with her. After all, attempting to teach a stubborn girl would be as pointless as talking to a brick wall.

He ignored their conversation as they spoke, so engrossed in his own thoughts as he scanned through the pages of one of the books. With a decisive mutter, he took out his wand, and began waving it over certain pages, going through one book, setting it aside, then doing the same to the rest in turn. He offered no explanation for his actions as sheets of parchment, full of words and diagrams, began stacking themselves neatly nearby. Each had the exact contents of the pages he'd waved his wand over, and there were three copies made of each one. With another flick of his wand the books returned to their places and the stacks of parchment organized themselves into three different piles, all containing the same information. One settled in front of Potter, the other in front Granger, and the last in front of himself.

"The first page I want you to look at," he began, riffling through his own papers, stopping at one a quarter of the way through the pile, "is page... seventy three from Moste Potent Potions. You'll find it behind the page from.." He rolled his eyes, seeing Powers You Never Knew You Had and What to Do With Them Now That You`ve Wised Up. "..the long one," he said, feeling much too lazy to utter the entire title. It was longer by far, about three times the length of the second longest title he'd grabbed, and it would therefore be easy enough for them to figure which one he meant.

He could easily have had them simply number the pages and make the jumble of excerpts from many books one singular entity, but it would be wasteful use of their time. They'd just have to follow along with what he'd pulled together for today.

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[harryjamespotter]

"Alright, fair enough," Harry replied, holding his hands up in surrender. Clearly he'd hit a soft spot there and wasn't about to keep prodding. Hermione could get ugly when she was mad. She didn't seem angry--not yet--but he had learned that sometimes it was best to stop pestering girls before they got angry. Especially girls like Hermione or Ginny.

"No, I haven't seen him. I just figured he was off snogging Lavender Brown--haven't seen her in a while, either," he joked, picking at Ron's fling with the girl during their first run through Fifth Year. She was right in asking, though: it would hardly be the same Army if it didn't have the core members like Ron. He also hoped to at least get Ginny, Neville, and Luna back on board before he started talking about holding any new meetings.

Harry began looking through the sheets of parchment he'd been given as Snape did, making thoughtful hmms as he glanced over what their 'professor' planned on covering. All in all the information Snape layed out before them seemed at worst very practical and in most cases exciting to learn. Of course, anything that was presented to Harry as a tool to help in awful, life-threatening situations was great news for him.

"Oh, cool," he said, reaching the page Snape had talked about. It detailed all sorts of volatile potions concoctions used, he gathered, for a wizard's grenade. He learned a lot about Muggle weaponry from Dudley, who often paraded around the house trying his new toys on Harry, bragging about the different guns and explosives he knew about. They seemed to range, the potion based 'grenades', from simply stunning people to injuring or even making them disappear for a short time.

He blinked at that one, then a smile quirked his lips. If only they could make that last one a permanent effect... then he'd have just what he needed to get rid of Voldemort and his lackeys. "So Professor--erm, Severus.." he said, jumping right into his normal title for the boy then, unfamiliarity with the name clear on his lips, correcting himself with the lad's given name. "Have you met anyone of interest from...well, my time?" he asked, glancing curiously up at the teenaged Snape.


He personally hadn't seen Snape the Professor yet, but maybe the younger Snape had? It was unrelated to the task they'd been given by the Sixth Year and completely of a personal nature, but Harry's curiosity was sometimes hard for him to contain.

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