Average Heroes
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bleedingangel84Title: Average Heroes
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 331-Erudite, Intangible, Extension
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I’ve no idea where Harry/Severus came from, but that’s what the prompts screamed at me this week, and since I tend to obey my muse, well, here you have it. Forgive the topical references, but it seemed appropriate given our current circumstances.
Summary: Severus catches Harry making a potion.
“Potter! What in Merlin’s name are you attempting to do?”
“I’m trying to make a cleansing potion, Severus. I’m concerned over this virus that’s going round, so I thought I’d try my hand at it.”
“We’re wizards. We’re immune to most viruses.”
“My relatives aren’t. Dudley keeps telling me everyone is hoarding loo rolls for some odd reason. Do they not realise that the human race went quite some time without having any loo rolls at all?”
“Fear is an intangible thing, Harry, but it is powerful.”
“Panic is an extension of fear, and it makes people behave in silly ways.”
“Like you trying to make a potion? You know you’ve never been the most erudite potions scholar, Potter. Leave the potions to me. You’re much better at other things.”
“Like what, pray tell?”
‘Like quidditch. And cooking.”
“I like quidditch and cooking. I never did get the knack of making potions, especially when you were my professor. You were too distracting.”
“How was I distracting?”
“Well, at first it was because you reminded me of a snarky, overgrown bat swooping about. Later, it was because your voice did indecent things to my insides. It was your voice that made me realise I even liked men as well as women. It’s like dark, rich velvet.”
“You flatter me, Mister Potter.”
“It’s not flattery, Severus. I’m merely speaking the truth.”
“So you think I look like an overgrown bat, Potter?”
“I was a child when I thought that. These days, I’d say you’re more of a superhero.”
“And you are quite prone to hyperbole.”
“Maybe, but you did save my life on numerous occasions; I’m entitled to call you a superhero.”
“I should think that was a more apt description of you, given that you actually saved the entire wizarding world.”
“I’m not a hero. I’m just Harry. You never let me forget that. If I’d actually believed my own hype growing up, I’d have gotten a swelled head. But thanks to you, I stayed grounded.”
“I unfairly took my anger at your father out on you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’ve more than made up for that, Severus. I love you.”
“Likewise, Mister Potter.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 331-Erudite, Intangible, ExtensionDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I’ve no idea where Harry/Severus came from, but that’s what the prompts screamed at me this week, and since I tend to obey my muse, well, here you have it. Forgive the topical references, but it seemed appropriate given our current circumstances.
Summary: Severus catches Harry making a potion.
“Potter! What in Merlin’s name are you attempting to do?”
“I’m trying to make a cleansing potion, Severus. I’m concerned over this virus that’s going round, so I thought I’d try my hand at it.”
“We’re wizards. We’re immune to most viruses.”
“My relatives aren’t. Dudley keeps telling me everyone is hoarding loo rolls for some odd reason. Do they not realise that the human race went quite some time without having any loo rolls at all?”
“Fear is an intangible thing, Harry, but it is powerful.”
“Panic is an extension of fear, and it makes people behave in silly ways.”
“Like you trying to make a potion? You know you’ve never been the most erudite potions scholar, Potter. Leave the potions to me. You’re much better at other things.”
“Like what, pray tell?”
‘Like quidditch. And cooking.”
“I like quidditch and cooking. I never did get the knack of making potions, especially when you were my professor. You were too distracting.”
“How was I distracting?”
“Well, at first it was because you reminded me of a snarky, overgrown bat swooping about. Later, it was because your voice did indecent things to my insides. It was your voice that made me realise I even liked men as well as women. It’s like dark, rich velvet.”
“You flatter me, Mister Potter.”
“It’s not flattery, Severus. I’m merely speaking the truth.”
“So you think I look like an overgrown bat, Potter?”
“I was a child when I thought that. These days, I’d say you’re more of a superhero.”
“And you are quite prone to hyperbole.”
“Maybe, but you did save my life on numerous occasions; I’m entitled to call you a superhero.”
“I should think that was a more apt description of you, given that you actually saved the entire wizarding world.”
“I’m not a hero. I’m just Harry. You never let me forget that. If I’d actually believed my own hype growing up, I’d have gotten a swelled head. But thanks to you, I stayed grounded.”
“I unfairly took my anger at your father out on you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’ve more than made up for that, Severus. I love you.”
“Likewise, Mister Potter.”