Harry enters his second year as an Auror Apprentice. Harry was quite pleased to see him. Ron shrugged and took the seat beside Harry. Snape," he said, greeting Candide. Candide gestured with a rasher-laden fork.

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Harry enters his second year as an Auror Apprentice. You can find them on this website by clicking on the author name somewhere on this page. To quickly catch you up: Harry is nineteen in this story and an Auror Apprentice.

He lives with his adoptive father, Severus Snape, in the mythical village of Shrewsthorpe. As the story opens, the characters are dealing with the aftermath of the most recent prophecy and the destruction that accompanied it. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. A magically enlarged umbrella stretched over him, reducing the hot sun to manageable brightness. Red, blue and green bands of light discolored his chest and more obviously, the white bandages encasing his left arm.

Snape did not reply, simply rose from the awkwardly low beach chair and crossed the white rocks. Unlike the others, who had donned swimwear, he wore shorts and a white starched shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Snape tapped Harry on his unbandaged shoulder, saying, "It is time again. It was as though he had been dreaming his surroundings and some time was required to adjust to the coincidental reality. If nothing else, he wanted to finish his nap. He tugged a shirt on but skipped buttoning it, and instead ran his fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

The sunlight sparkling on the water made him squint and he gratefully turned away from it to follow Snape up the beach. The pervasive scent of briny water was stronger inside the small hotel room. Snape selected from the supplies spread out on the tiny dresser. Harry looked around at his things layering the room and considered that he was going to have to make some space when Ron arrived the next day.

He held still while the current bandage was unwound with care because they had to reuse it. The skin was almost normal, just lacked hair.

They felt farther away than two yards. Harry gave him more scrutiny. See how you cope. He felt revived after being out of the sun and his eyes had relaxed in the dimmer light. A stiff breeze blew in off the Mediterranean, ruffling the promotional brochures lined up on a side table across from the front desk. Snape dropped the rubber-edged, heavy brass key on the desk as they walked by it. Outside, the wind bullied along the curved, cobblestone street and on the shady side it was almost chilly, but as they reached the quay the heat and light poured on once again.

Harry returned to his former seat after assuring Candide that he was fine. He clasped his hands over his abdomen, and stared out at the red and white ferry boat passing by just below the horizon. Despite the high-pitched squeals of children playing nearby, he fell back to sleep. On the road, the locals were reopening shops for the evening, rolling up gates and unlocking glass doors. Pizza was nearly the only option for anyone wanting to eat before p. After a quick clean up they were settled in at a small place open wide to the pavement.

While they waited for their order, Harry watched bicycles roll by and the occasional car, that he instinctively believed must have been charmed to fit on so narrow a road. Frequent horn honking—which echoed violently in the canyon of stone buildings—seemed a requirement of driving through the narrows of the old town. Harry sighed. He had finally relaxed and found some perspective on recent events.

It made him feel more confident that should he need to, he could force things to work out again. Pizzas arrived. Harry downed two slices in rapid succession, wondering how he could have grown so hungry for not having moved all day.

Snape nodded and Harry moved to consolidate her pizza with his on his plate. He ate another piece while the two of them sat comfortably across from one another, sharing a second beer. Harry felt comfortable with this too and mildly regretted that Ron was arriving the next day because it would disrupt the rhythm the three of them had settled into. By the time they were walking back to the hotel, though, the thrumming of the various small night clubs vibrated through the night air, calling him to spend some time out late.

He had decided to wait for Ron before exploring the night scene and looked forward to his arrival on that account. Instead of exploring on this own, Harry left the others and went to his own room to attempt some assigned reading. He propped a book on the windowsill in the glow of a streetlamp and sat on a chair, hunkered over the pages. Outside the open shutters, motor scooters whined, bicycles dinged, conversations outside the shops drifted up to the window; all of it fortified by the unceasing wash of the sea waves surrounding the peninsula.

As lulling and relaxing as it was, it made Ministry evidence handling policy a rather meaningless, or at least remote, topic. Harry read as long as he could bear to and then lay on the bed. The plaster above him had an organic feel as though he were inside a big handmade clay pot rather than a building. Harry imagined his own room at home and considered that he could probably just return there in an instant.

The thought made him feel less distant from home than he wanted to actually be. On the other hand, he could go visit Tonks, which sounded highly appealing and indeed his core warmed at the thought. Except she did not know that he had worked out a kind of Apparition to go such distance and Snape did not want him to tell anyone who did not absolutely need to know. But Harry would not mind her learning about it, and he could spend a few hours with her—if she were not on duty—and return back and Snape would not know the difference.

Harry mostly resisted because afterward he would truly not feel properly separated from home the way one on a holiday should be.

As he mused upon this, a knock sounded on the door and it opened. Harry sat up suddenly; he had forgotten about his next treatment and was grateful that he had not gone anywhere.

As Snape worked at unwrapping his arm, he said, "I believe this is the last treatment your forearm will need. Observe how well it is healing now that you are resting it. Harry took that in until his surprise passed. He sighed and propped his arm up to be rewrapped. Harry did, but his mind was Occluded. Daft to have it not heal right because I wanted to go dancing one night. He left Harry alone again and Harry returned to reading in the window, this time rereading a book on advanced double blocks.

Conversation from the next room drifted in, and despite wanting to pull back out of hearing range, he held still. A chair scraped the floor. A scooter sounded in the distance, blotting out everything else, and Harry returned to his reading, nearly forgetting he could overhear if all else was quiet. Quiet descended again and between the calls of a nightingale Harry heard Snape saying in a low tone as though specifically not to be overheard, "There will come a time when he will simply cease to obey.

Harry ran his fingers through his salty hair, curled unusually in the humidity. He did not mean to concern Snape so much. He did not mean to be difficult.

He was glad he had given in on the sling so easily and very glad he had not Apparated back home and gone missing. That narrowly missed possibility gave him a spark of panic.

No one could control him. I merely am concerned that he may not submit even to guidance long enough to come to terms with his own power. Snape continued, "At least he understands that he must hide his power, but I fear circumstances will continue to force him to reveal more of it. He took his book to bed and sat back with it, but he did not recall what he read after that.

Harry tried not to behave subdued the next day, but large thoughts weighed upon him that he could not shake off even with a bright sunny hot day at the shore ahead of him. He was glad to have something to plan. At breakfast he said, "Ron is supposed to come in by portkey a few miles up the coast. Then he is catching the bus. Petersburg, and indeed looking peaked—Harry was glad for his company. As soon as they returned to the hotel, Ron fell straightaway onto his narrow bed and lay there moaning until Harry fetched him something from the chemists that Snape recommended.

Ron fell back on the bed and, within minutes, began to snore. The next day flew by. Each new day did this as though it were half the length of the last. Ron spent the day under a large black umbrella, wearing a broad-brimmed hat. He did not seem to mind keeping company with Snape as Harry had feared he might. The day was exceptionally hot and they swam frequently to cool off, especially mindful of the sea urchins hiding, black and spiky, among the crevices as they climbed out.

Harry had a waterproofing spell on his bandage, but the edges of it still became wet and salty and by the afternoon, he was grateful to have it changed. Harry sat on the bed, less tired from the sun than previously, while Snape bent to untie the wrappings. He pulled out the tin of Thewsolve and Harry asked, "Any chance I can lose the bandage today? Moving home, for example. Harry would have disregarded this comment, previously. He wanted to say something, to reassure his guardian, but did not want to give away that he had overheard anything.

He held up the borrowed wand from the Ministry that he was using. It was short, only 9 inches, and made of ash wood.



An affectionate smile was ruining her serious demeanor. Her black hair was braided with ribbons like a crown on top of her head. Harry fluffed his feathers the way Hedwig did after landing, then transformed and brushed off his robe and cloak. He came inside and shuffled some files and took a seat and shuffled them some more, looking for something. Full Moon Harry tries to reach the Australian visitor before she transforms. Rabbit Hole Harry has a tiff with Tonks that clouds his judgment. She gave Harry a resolhtion expression.


Snape retrieves an injured Harry from the Dursleys-- only this time, the damage is more permanent, and Snape is not prepared to be cuddly. Resolution reviews Sequel to Resonance and Revolution. Harry enters his second year as an Auror Apprentice. An additional chapter to Resonance in the form of a short story.

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