Drabble: The Beginning of Wisdom
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alisanneTitle: The Beginning of Wisdom
Author:alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (eventually).
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: G
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snarry100's prompt #566: Wisdom.
Warning(s): None, except I am apparently starting another Snarry series? *sigh* Not sure what I'm going to call it yet. Ideas?
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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The Beginning of Wisdom
~
Wincing, Harry rubbed his jaw. “Sore mouth.”
“Wisdom tooth,” said Hermione.
“Wisdom what?” asked Ron, eyeing Harry’s lunch.
Hermione frowned. “Surely wizards have wisdom teeth?”
Ron shrugged. “I’ve never heard of them. Harry, you done with those chips?”
Harry handed Ron his plate. “How do I fix wisdom teeth?”
“I’d suggest a dentist, but since there are no wizarding dentists—” Hermione sighed.
“I’ll get pain potion today and see a Healer tomorrow,” Harry said.
“Good idea,” Ron said. “Lunch again tomorrow?”
“Not if I can’t eat.”
“I can eat your lunch again.” Ron grinned.
He yelped when Hermione hit him.
~
Harry left work late evening. His usual potion shop closed, he slowed as he passed a Muggle apothecary. “A Muggle remedy tonight, it is,” he sighed under his breath.
“Yes?” someone called when he walked in.
“Got anything for a sore wisdom tooth?”
“Pain tablets are on the wall to the left.”
Scanning the selection, Harry picked one at random, taking it to the counter, which was empty. “Hello?”
“I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Harry frowned. The voice was familiar—
The curtain behind the counter parted, and he came face to face with Severus Snape.
“Fuck,” Harry said.
~
“Potter. Erudite as always,” Snape sneered.
“How…You were—”
“Dead?” Snape huffed. “That’s how I, or rather, Albus in his wisdom, planned it to look.” Eyes narrowed, he glared at Harry. “Are you alone?”
Harry nodded.
Snape waved his hand, and Harry heard the door lock. Turning on his heel, he tossed over his shoulder, “Well? Come on.”
Harry quietly followed him behind the curtain, finding a small potions lab. Snape was searching a shelf. “Are you truly in pain?”
“Yes.”
Snape nodded at the pills Harry was carrying. “Those only work on Muggles. I’ve pain potion.”
Harry sighed. “Brilliant.”
~
Once he’d downed the potion, Harry’s pain dissipated, and he relaxed. “Thanks.”
Snape nodded shortly, gesturing to the small sitting area. “Sit. No doubt you have questions.”
“Yes. I’m sure that’s a predictable reaction, though, since we all thought you were dead.” Harry smiled. “I’m glad you’re not.”
“Are you going to tell anyone?” Snape asked once they were seated.
Harry shook his head. “Not if you’d rather I didn’t. Although you were acquitted of all war crimes.”
“Posthumously,” Snape pointed out. “The wisdom of resurrecting myself right now is…debatable.”
Harry shrugged. “Okay, but I think you’d be surprised.”
~
They chatted well into the evening, Snape proving a decent host and conversationalist.
“Want to go get something to eat?” Harry asked about an hour in.
Snape snorted. “I’ve been hiding in plain sight for two years, Potter. Wisdom dictates I stay out of public spaces.” He hesitated. “You’re welcome to stay here for supper, however.”
Harry smiled. “Thanks, I’d love to. Can I help?”
“You can set the table.”
Soon, they were sharing a simple meal of beef stew and freshly baked rolls, after which Snape offered berries and cream.
When Harry got home that night, he was smiling.
~
Continued in Power Teeth (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisannePairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (eventually).
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: G
Challenge: Written for
snarry100/snarry100/snarry100's prompt #566: Wisdom. Warning(s): None, except I am apparently starting another Snarry series? *sigh* Not sure what I'm going to call it yet. Ideas?
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
The Beginning of Wisdom
~
Wincing, Harry rubbed his jaw. “Sore mouth.”
“Wisdom tooth,” said Hermione.
“Wisdom what?” asked Ron, eyeing Harry’s lunch.
Hermione frowned. “Surely wizards have wisdom teeth?”
Ron shrugged. “I’ve never heard of them. Harry, you done with those chips?”
Harry handed Ron his plate. “How do I fix wisdom teeth?”
“I’d suggest a dentist, but since there are no wizarding dentists—” Hermione sighed.
“I’ll get pain potion today and see a Healer tomorrow,” Harry said.
“Good idea,” Ron said. “Lunch again tomorrow?”
“Not if I can’t eat.”
“I can eat your lunch again.” Ron grinned.
He yelped when Hermione hit him.
~
Harry left work late evening. His usual potion shop closed, he slowed as he passed a Muggle apothecary. “A Muggle remedy tonight, it is,” he sighed under his breath.
“Yes?” someone called when he walked in.
“Got anything for a sore wisdom tooth?”
“Pain tablets are on the wall to the left.”
Scanning the selection, Harry picked one at random, taking it to the counter, which was empty. “Hello?”
“I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Harry frowned. The voice was familiar—
The curtain behind the counter parted, and he came face to face with Severus Snape.
“Fuck,” Harry said.
~
“Potter. Erudite as always,” Snape sneered.
“How…You were—”
“Dead?” Snape huffed. “That’s how I, or rather, Albus in his wisdom, planned it to look.” Eyes narrowed, he glared at Harry. “Are you alone?”
Harry nodded.
Snape waved his hand, and Harry heard the door lock. Turning on his heel, he tossed over his shoulder, “Well? Come on.”
Harry quietly followed him behind the curtain, finding a small potions lab. Snape was searching a shelf. “Are you truly in pain?”
“Yes.”
Snape nodded at the pills Harry was carrying. “Those only work on Muggles. I’ve pain potion.”
Harry sighed. “Brilliant.”
~
Once he’d downed the potion, Harry’s pain dissipated, and he relaxed. “Thanks.”
Snape nodded shortly, gesturing to the small sitting area. “Sit. No doubt you have questions.”
“Yes. I’m sure that’s a predictable reaction, though, since we all thought you were dead.” Harry smiled. “I’m glad you’re not.”
“Are you going to tell anyone?” Snape asked once they were seated.
Harry shook his head. “Not if you’d rather I didn’t. Although you were acquitted of all war crimes.”
“Posthumously,” Snape pointed out. “The wisdom of resurrecting myself right now is…debatable.”
Harry shrugged. “Okay, but I think you’d be surprised.”
~
They chatted well into the evening, Snape proving a decent host and conversationalist.
“Want to go get something to eat?” Harry asked about an hour in.
Snape snorted. “I’ve been hiding in plain sight for two years, Potter. Wisdom dictates I stay out of public spaces.” He hesitated. “You’re welcome to stay here for supper, however.”
Harry smiled. “Thanks, I’d love to. Can I help?”
“You can set the table.”
Soon, they were sharing a simple meal of beef stew and freshly baked rolls, after which Snape offered berries and cream.
When Harry got home that night, he was smiling.
~
Continued in Power Teeth (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2017-03-10 05:22 pm (UTC)Um, why would Harry get a wisdom tooth (or at least the pain) if wizards don't know about those?
Thank you for this first chapter, dear alisanne! ^^
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Date: 2017-03-11 08:14 pm (UTC)I haven't decided what yet.
Thanks, hon!
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Date: 2017-09-06 10:17 pm (UTC)I'm partial to imagining that wizards call the little trouble-makers "_____'s Teeth". Because some people never get wisdom teeth they were believed to be someone else's teeth, moved to your mouth by some (usually impersonal) magic. (It sounds so creepy when you think of 'em that way that I'm sure they'd sometimes be called "_____'s Curse" too.) Wisdom teeth usually erupt in one's later teen years so maybe they were thought to have something to do with becoming adult at 17, or the fanon 'maturing of one's magic' at that time. In modern times Healers & scientific-minded wizards, like Snape, would know that wisdom teeth are your own, erupting years later than the rest of your permanent teeth; but it's easy to believe that the credulous or uninterested, like Ron, might remember & more than half believe the old tales. ;-)
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Date: 2017-09-07 04:17 pm (UTC)Yes, I knew some of that history of wisdom teeth but not all.
That would make for a fun meta discussion.
Thanks so much!