Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

Chapter 17 Disclaimer: not mine Snape looked up at the sound of the knock on his door, and set aside the essay he had been grading. An abysmal effort by a second year Hufflepuff, barely worth the parchment it had been written on. He opened the door to see Black standing on the other side. Sirius tried not to let any apprehension show. "Snape. You wanted to speak with me?" Snape nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for the Defense professor to enter his office. Once the two men were inside, Snape put up several privacy wards. That act done, he leaned against his desk, and observed his onetime nemesis. Black looked composed. He was wearing his public face, the one Snape had seen staring up at him in an article in the Prophet a few weeks ago, when Umbridge had been arrested, Fudge ousted from office, and Bones named Interim Minister. His expression gave nothing away. Severus knew he would have to be the first one to speak here. He had, after all, been the one to ask Black for a word. His conversation with Minerva had been rather enlightening, and he knew that she was right. It was time to let it go. Black may have been a prat, and the bane of his existence back in school, but he had to admit, he had seen how much the man had changed. The Sirius Black at fifteen, or sixteen, or even seventeen, was nothing like the Sirius Black, Harry Potter's guardian, fiancé to the Interim Minister of Magic. After several minutes of silence, Snape finally spoke. "I talked to Minerva a few weeks ...

... ago," he admitted gruffly. Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he queried blandly. Snape nodded. "I've had some concerns about Albus for a while, and I thought she should know. As it turns out, she was already aware of most of it." "And the rest?" Sirius asked, crossing his arms across his chest and shifting his weight to one leg. Snape shrugged. "Albus wants me to teach Potter Occlumency this term." Sirius furrowed his brow. "Harry's already mastered Occlumency," he informed the potion's master. Snape nodded. "I know. And I would bet anything that Albus knows that as well. So why ask me to teach him?" "And just how do you know that Harry's mastered the subject?" Snape bit his lip. "I read cursory thoughts and emotions on occasion," he admitted. He saw Sirius gearing up to tear into him, so he hurried on with his explanation. "I never go deeper without permission, but sometimes hearing those surface thoughts can stop something from happening. Especially in the past, before Potter's club united the majority of the school." Sirius nodded slowly. "I understand. I might not like it, but I do understand. Does Albus do this as well?" Snape shrugged. "I'm sure he's tested Potter's defenses, but I haven't been able to get anything from the boy in over a year, not even surface thoughts, so I doubt he has either." Sirius smirked internally, knowing that no one would have been able to see anything once Harry had begun wearing his charmed bracelet; the Blacks were a paranoid bunch, and their ...