Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... place my hatred for your father on you. I have no excuse for that." Harry cocked his head to the side slightly. "Something changed last year though, didn't it." It wasn't a question, even if it was phrased as one. "You used to pay a lot more attention to me in class. You picked on me for three solid years. So what's different now? What changed?" One side of Snape's mouth quirked upwards. "You did. Something about living with Minerva and Black brought out the Lily in you. Or at least, it opened my eyes to the realization that you are so much more like your mother than I had realized." "How so?" Harry asked curiously. Sirius had told him a lot about his parents, but he was interested to hear what Snape thought. Snape smiled reminiscently. "Lily was a kind and caring person, who tried to see the good in everyone. I believe that leaving your muggle aunt and uncle behind allowed you to open up more. You've become more outgoing, something all the professors noticed. Just like Lily. Your schoolwork has improved significantly. Lily was incredibly gifted, particularly in Potions and Charms, two areas I believe you inherited her talent." Harry raised an eyebrow. "After three years of calling me a dunderhead, you're now changing your mind?" Snape shook his head. "Your work improved a great deal last year. I'm assuming you spent some time revising the subject?" Harry snorted. "You could say that. My aunt and uncle always punished me when I did better than Dudley in school, so I guess ...

... subconsciously, I was still holding back. Aunt Minerva took me to Flourish and Blotts and helped me pick a bunch of books on Potions. It was so much easier once I knew more about why cutting ingredients and stirring certain ways was important. Potions was the subject I was looking forward to most when I came here, until you started in on me immediately, in my first class. How was I supposed to know the answers to those questions? I looked them up later. Those questions wouldn't have come up until third year at the earliest." Snape winced. "Not one of my finer moments," he admitted ruefully. "I do apologize for that. But I can see, now, how your talent in the subject has emerged. The mark of a good brewer is intuition, and I can see that in you. To that end, I will promise you to stop subjecting your grades to bias. I hope you can understand that I will need to maintain a public dislike of you, for those children of Death Eaters who still report back to their parents, but I won't go too far, and I'll give you the grades your work deserves." "Can you maybe lay off the Gryffindors as a whole, at least a little?" Harry asked reasonably. "I know you've got that image to maintain, especially if any change might get back to Voldemort, but just… tone it down, all right? I've had to work really hard on Neville's self esteem, something you've contributed negatively to for years. He's actually not that bad, without you breathing down his neck." Snape let out a breath of air. "I'll try," he ...