A Different sort of place

chapter 11

At the start of Harry's 6th year.

Severus was in a mood,  he stormed into the headmaster office "That Potter boy is so arrogant, he doesn't follow any of the rules. He thinks I have feelings for him, I really don't know where he got that imagination from?"

Albus notice how Severus's feelings changed around Harry. He wondered "Severus, you're constantly talking about him, nagging me about how arrogant, how self-centred he is, yet', and Dumbledore scratched his head, 'you seem to try to fool me that you don't feel for him. I know you do. since you kissed him in his first year .'

"What?" Snape asked and Dumbledore seemed to know his face was flushed with colour.

"Oh don't blush Severus, it makes my nerves tingle," he said smiling, "To have a Death Eater blush, is one of the rarest things I find normal."

Snape reached out with his hands and held onto the concrete railing before him, trying to steady himself. He could feel the wave of emotion rising inside of him as he again thought about Harry and wished it would stop. Looking up at the sky, he became quite flushed as he wondered what James was probably thinking of him at the moment.

"You love him don't you?" Dumbledore asked with a slight twinkle in his voice.

"Yes," Snape quietly said, his head bowed and his hair falling like a curtain around his head.

"I'm always right on such matters. As much as you try to block your mind from me Snape, I do have other ways of finding out things. What are you going to do about it?"

Later that day Harry had detention with Snape.

Harry fought (he had no idea how his obsession with Snape had begun. When did that icy voice first make him shiver? When did the inscrutable black gaze first cause something to twist so strangely and pleasurably in his heart? When did he first begin dreaming about Snape at night?)

He slips love potions in his tea while he was talking to Slughorn.

Snape sipped his tea slowly. "What's the matter, Mr Potter? You are staring at me." Harry flushed. "I'm sorry, sir..." The tea was finished now. It was going to happen. Any moment now, Snape would gaze into his eyes, the customary cold hatred replaced by tenderness and desire. Any minute now, he would reach out and run his fingers longingly over Harry's burning skin. Any minute now, he would throw his arms around Harry and mutter declarations of love.

He glanced up and met Snape's icy stare. The potion is not working. Merlin, why is the potion not working?

"You may go now, Mr. Potter." Snape's voice was frosty. Harry swallowed. He got up and walked slowly to the door. "Professor?" He paused with his hand on the door handle. Snape had begun writing on a piece of parchment. "What is it, Mr. Potter?" Harry hesitated for a moment, struggling to find his voice. "Can I... can I ask you a question about potions, professor?" "Perhaps it has escaped your attention that I am no longer your potions teacher. If you had been awake in class, you would have noticed that I now teach Defence against the Dark Arts. I suggest that you bring your no doubt potions questions to Professor Slughorn." "Professor Slughorn doesn't know as much about potions as you do, sir." Harry flushed as Snape glanced up in surprise. "I have a question about amortentia, sir." "The love potion." Snape raised an eyebrow. "Professor Slughorn told us that amortentia always has an overpowering effect on the one who drinks it, but a... a friend of mine slipped someone the potion, and it had no effect at all. The person who drank it still feels the same way about my friend as before. How... how could that be, sir?"

Snape sighed deeply. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, Mr. Potter! Even you should know better than to fiddle with powerful potions like amortentia." He put his quill down. "I know I will regret asking, but what unfortunate young lady did you attempt to poison with your imperfectly brewed love potion? I have seen your miserable potions work, Mr. Potter, and I am not at all surprised that the object of your affections did not fall swooning into your arms after drinking your ill-brewed amortentia. I have no idea how you have managed to hoodwink Professor Slughorn into believing that you are a talented potions maker, but I have seen enough of your sorry concoctions over the years to be free from that particular delusion."

Harry swallowed. "There was nothing wrong with the potion, sir." His voice came out as a whisper. "I... I stole some of Professor Slughorn's amortentia, which he had brought to class to show us. Yes, I know ten thousand extra lines... But I still don't understand why the potion wasn't working. Is it possible for someone to dislike another person so intensely that love potion won't have any effect on them?" "You stole the love potion from Professor Slughorn?" Snape stared at him. "I hardly think ten thousand lines will suffice, Mr. Potter. I need a little time to think of a more suitable punishment for your outrageous offense." He shook his head slowly. "I suppose the young lady in question was lucky to drink Professor Slughorn's expertly brewed potion rather than your own; she is likely to suffer fewer peculiar side effects. As for why she was not affected by the potion, I can only assume that you neglected to add a strand of your own hair to the potion to direct her affections towards you. A very basic error, but I have come to expect those errors from you, Mr. Potter."

"I added the hair to the potion, Professor." "Did you?" Was there a slight glint of interest in Snape's black eyes now? "In that case, the potion must have had the desired effect. Anything else would be impossible." Harry looked at the carpet. "It didn't."

"Intriguing..." Snape's voice was soft. "Assuming that you are telling the truth - and I am the first to admit that this is a rather far-fetched assumption on my part - there is only one explanation possible."

"What?" Harry glanced up. "Amortentia," said Snape quietly, "always induces a powerful obsession in the one who drinks it. It will cause a person to become consumed with desire for another. The afflicted person will spend all his or her waking moments pining away for the beloved, longing for the other's presence, yearning for a kiss, for a touch. It is not possible to remain unaffected by the potion. It is easy to tell when someone has drunk love potion; the victim's behaviour changes radically. He or she will stop sleeping and eating, and think of nothing besides the one desired person. The only circumstance I can imagine under which someone could consume the potion and appear to be unaffected would be..."

Harry whispered: "What, Professor?"

Snape sighed. "Well, I suppose this is good news for you, Mr. Potter. A person could theoretically appear to be unaffected by the potion if the feelings induced by the amortentia are indistinguishable from the emotions he or she had before. In other words, the amortentia you surreptitiously fed your victim would have no effect on someone who is already obsessively in love with you." "What?" Harry felt dizzy. "But that's not possible..." He tried to read the master's face, but his features were expressionless. Snape picked up his quill again. "I assume that the object of your affections is your studious friend Miss Granger? She is to be commended for trying to conceal her unhealthy obsession from you. I am pleasantly surprised to learn that she possesses that level of self-control."

"The potion doesn't work if someone's already in love with me?" Harry stared at Snape, heart beating furiously. Snape looked up, irritably. "I believe that is what I said, yes. For Merlin's sake, get out of my office now, Mr. Potter. Go and find Miss Granger and live out your little adolescent fantasies." His lips curled in an expression of distaste "ok thank you, sir see you later"

On the 5th of September during Snape class he put an   inhabitationpotion in his tea and it kick in the next time he saw Harry that evening.

Harry went to see Snape and got him and kissed him. The inhabitation potion work a treat Snape said quietly "Lets go to my room, you can sleep in my bed tonight since it's a bit late for you" They both headed back to Severus's dorm and they slept in the same bed.

Early that morning Harry woke and saw an angry Dumbledore standing beside him. He marched  Harry to his office and expelled him.

 "You Know Who" decided he would go to Azkaban. He had been there for a while now but it wasn't official until the newspaper said so. It was in an article saying that Voldemort is seeing a physicist to change the way he thought off Muggles and muggleborn children.  The physicist convinced him to take all the Death Eaters marks away. They could find better jobs or join him and help him concur the problem.