A new beginning

Spells and other things

I know this is a shorter chapter but I hope you enjoy it!

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"Are you serious? asked Harry, not able to contain his excitement.

"I do not recall insinuating I was not." Snape stared at the child. It was strange to think that Potter would be this happy. Not too long ago, he had punished the child, leading to tears and sniffling. If it had been him in Potter's place, the last thing he would have agreed to was spending time with his punisher- his father. But the child was eager to go along with it, regardless of the fact that they would spend some time together. Potter and him. The head of Slytherin.

"What are you teaching me then?" continued Harry, too happy to care about anything else.

"As I said mere moments ago," Snape let a breath out, really taking in the state Potter was in and therefore regretting ever thinking this was a good idea, "I will be teaching you a spell." He was a fool for convincing himself that he needed to do something to lift the child's mood. They would not be able to get through this without wanting to throttle each other. There was no way. But perhaps- "I will make something clear to you, Potter," Snape's eyes darkened after another breath, "if you wish to continue to learn spells during the break, you must pay attention to everything I say." The child was seconds away from nodding his head in excitement once more. It was disgusting. "I am not playing around. It will not do for you to ignore my instructions as you do in class. I do not have time to waste, so if you do not take the lesson very seriously it will not be repeated."

"Yes," Harry rushed to exclaim as soon as Snape was done talking. "Yes, I will listen and do everything you say." He lifted his right hand, palm out; smile widely plastered on his lips. "I promise."

"Sorry." His smile faded almost immediately. Snape was staring at him with a look that said he had already messed up. His hand moving behind his back.

Snape let out one sharp breath. He was definitely mad to think this was a good idea.

"Come along then, Potter." Snape headed in the direction of the door, expecting said child to follow.

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"Concentrate Potter," urged Snape from across the room.

Harry took a breath. He was supposed to be making Snape unable to move, but he had yet to make the professor feel a thing. He shifted his feet, tired from standing in the same position for so long. Wand ready, he tried one more time.

"You are not even trying," said Snape. For all the excitement Potter had displayed before, it was as if he was not even interested in learning a new spell.

"I am trying," whispered Harry from in between clenched teeth. "But maybe," he waved his wand, "you are just not," another wave "a good professor. "

An orange spark shot out of the tip of his wand. Straight at Snape. Hitting him right it the shoulder. A loud crack was heard, like a firecracker. At the same time, Harry felt as though he had been pushed backward. His shoes sliding on the floor until his elbow collided with the wall behind him. One of his heels also made contact, making him stumble to the ground and his hip to scrape against the stone wall as he fell.

Harry scrunched up his face. His whole arm felt numb. His right hand quickly travelled to his elbow, trying to ease the sharp pain. Slowly he stood up.

Snape took a step backward from the unexpected impact, hissing slightly at the sore spot on his shoulder. That was not supposed to happen. No sparks nor harm was to come from the spell Potter was learning. He stood straight once more, fixing his robes with sharp movements, walking straight towards the child.