[Harry]

[useabezoar]

Continued from here.

He hated brooms. He hated flying. He hated everything that had to do with any of that mess, but he was fascinated by this. A broom, flying, with no magic. He wanted to take it apart and figure out how it worked. Oh, he wasn't so ignorant of the Muggle world that he wasn't aware of airplanes, but this was different.

Snape's mind spun with the possibilities. If Muggle technology could be harnessed to make a working, flying broom, then perhaps there were other things that could be taken from Muggles to make things more, well, familiar.

With some effort, Snape hauled himself up off of the ground. "Well," he said, eyeing the broom more than Harry, "be more careful next time." He brushed dirt off of his long coat, grimacing in disgust. "You wouldn't want to ruin your precious broom."

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[theboywholived]

"No, I wouldn't," Harry agreed, trying very hard to soften the terse reply and only somewhat succeeding. Snape had that uncanny ability to make even the most innocuous of words sound as though they were dripping with condescension. It made it hard for Harry to remember how much he owed him. Would owe him.

He noticed the other man's dark-eyed gaze however. That was a little funny. "Except I bet it wouldn't be that difficult to fix. It's not like you need a complicated spell and a great deal of talent. You just need to follow directions."

[useabezoar]

Snape stared hard at the broom. If he kept doing that, he could ignore the fact that it was Harry Potter on the broom, grown and alive and with Lily's eyes.

"So now we'll have legions of Muggles, flitting about on brooms," he said irritably, "if it's that easy to just..." He waved his hand vaguely in the air. "...concoct." Brooms, flight, were special things, they were magic, and they belonged to wizards, not the imbecilic masses on the island.

But still. The gears were turning in his mind and it was hard to hide it. He didn't want a broom to flit about, but he wanted to make one to prove that he could do it, that he could have just some semblance of his real life back, alive and thrumming under his fingertips.

[theboywholived]

"Well not legions," Harry protested, as much for Snape's choice of word and tone as the logic behind the statement.

"I was only given fourteen Firebolts," he explained with remarkable patience given the circumstances (namely being in Snape's presence and a little bit cold thanks to falling on freezing stones). "And Ron was only given enough parts to make those brooms and the balls fly. It's not like we have tons of spare parts lying about that anyone could just throw together and make fly."

Now, whether or not Tony Stark could fabricate those parts with the scraps that he had, Harry didn't know. He didn't know either if someone could just throw the pieces together to make them work and Ron and Harry were simply too stupid to figure it all out. But Snape hadn't asked about that.

[useabezoar]

Snape thought it was a little unfair that the island just up and gave Potter and Weasley things. The island hadn't given him anything save for a hard time, and these two were just handed tools to make their lives somewhat normal again.

"So you just... woke up some time and found all of the parts to bring some semblance of our world here." A frown flickered across his lips before he schooled his face back into its natural state, one of extreme disgruntlement. "Lucky you."