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1. Chapter 1
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<p><em>Thanks to everyone who stuck with me through TPA and TPJ. Now prepare for
TPM!</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>The Potions Master</strong></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 1</strong></p>
<p>"So let's establish some ground rules," Snape said as he allowed his gaze to meet
each and every child now present in the sitting room. "You will all go to bed at a
decent hour, namely midnight at the latest. I will not have anyone running around
past that time or there will be severe consequences."</p>
<p>Snape was glad to see that he still instilled fear in at least some of Harry's
cohorts. Perhaps they would be able to keep the rest of the miscreants in line.</p>
<p>"Ms Granger, Ms Lovegood and Ms Weasley will be sleeping in the guest room at the
end of the hall. Under no circumstances are you allowed to mingle with the boys after
midnight. Break this rule and I will send you straight home, even if it is the middle
of the night. Your door must always be open –"</p>
<p>Harry groaned loudly and he let his head fall back in exasperation.</p>
<p>" – And the lights must be on for as long as you're awake," Snape said, glaring at
his defiant son. "I will tolerate no funny business whatsoever."</p>
<p>"Severuuuus," Harry whined, clearly annoyed with Snape's spiel.</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes and glared menacingly before speaking in a tone of voice
that many people who didn't know Snape all that well would consider dangerous. "Your
parents have entrusted all of you into my care," he said softly, "And I will make
sure that they do not have to regret that decision. I am well aware of what goes on
in the teenage mind –"</p>
<p>"Merlin, that's enough!" Harry interrupted, hastily jumping to his feet. Hermione
was stifling her laughter, covering her mouth with her right hand. Draco wasn't even
trying to cover up. He simply chuckled in amusement.</p>
<p>For Harry's birthday party, Snape had agreed that he would be allowed having
people over for a slumber party. The number of people he was allowed to ask had been
limited but already, Snape was wondering if he had allowed just a tad too much. All
in all, there were six people present which didn't seem like a whole lot but if you
considered them to be young adults, it put everything in perspective.</p>
<p>The fact that Harry would invite Ms Granger had been a given. The fact that he had
invited Ms Weasley had been nothing short of surprising. Subsequently, the redheaded
girl had apparently bothered Harry about inviting Ms Lovegood as well which Harry had
not refused for whatever reason. The youngest Weasley boy had also been a given but
Draco had been somewhat less obvious.</p>
<p>While the boy had become a good friend in Harry's sixth year, there had been the
most unfortunate events that had befallen the blonde and Snape hadn't been entirely
sure if Draco had recovered enough on an emotional level to be a part of such an
energetic occasion as this one. And yet, the boy had jumped on the opportunity and
was among the first to confirm.</p>
<p>"Have I made myself clear or need I repeat myself?" Snape asked, crossing his
arms.</p>
<p>"Yeah, we get it already," Harry replied, clearly wanting to escape this awkward
situation as fast as he could. Snape redirected his glare toward the other
children.</p>
<p>"Don't worry, Professor," Luna said dreamily, "I'm sure everyone understood.
Harry's just a bit shy, that's all."</p>
<p>"Very well," Snape nodded, "Then I permit you to go to your room and do whatever
it is that children to during a slumber party."</p>
<p>Not having to be told that they were free for a second time, the kids bolted
upstairs to Harry's room, nearly tripping over each other in their haste. Only Luna
had the common sense to walk like a normal person, waiting patiently for the pile of
people in front of her to clear up before ascending the stairs as well, but not
before waving goodbye to Snape with a somewhat disconcerting smile curling her
lips.</p>
<p>When all children had disappeared from sight, Snape sighed deeply and sunk into
one of his chairs. This was going to be a long night.</p>
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<p>"Muffliato," Harry mumbled as he pointed his wand. Now that he had finally turned
seventeen, he was legally allowed to use magic without any repercussions. And it's
not as if Snape had told him that he wasn't allowed to. Harry passed around glasses
of juice and chocolate biscuits as everyone either took a seat or laid down on the
floor.</p>
<p>"What does he even think we'll get ourselves into?" Draco asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"Sex, I assume," Luna said matter-of-factly.</p>
<p>It came so out of the blue that Hermione sputtered helplessly into her juice while
Ron all but choked on the biscuits he had already shoved in his mouth.</p>
<p>"Luna, that's mental!" Harry exclaimed, "There's six of us here! I doubt he would
think any one of us would try anything like that with an audience."</p>
<p>"Unless he expects an orgy," Draco offered.</p>
<p>Ginny frowned in disgust. "That's going a bit far, don't you think? Let's just
agree he has nothing to worry about."</p>
<p>"Naturally," Draco replied evenly, "The logistics simply wouldn't work."</p>
<p>"Yeah, <em>that's</em> the problem," Hermione replied sardonically,
"Logistics."</p>
<p>"So, who's up for a game!" Ron interrupted, his face still red and tearstained
from choking on the biscuits.</p>
<p>"A game sounds absolutely wonderful," Luna said airily. She leaned back and rested
her weight on her arms, sitting cross-legged on the floor.</p>
<p>"Got anything in mind, Weasley?" Draco asked, gesturing for him to go right
ahead.</p>
<p>"How about 'Never have I ever'?" Ron suggested.</p>
<p>"Do you even know the rules to that game?" Draco replied, "You're supposed to
drink if you've done what is suggested. We have no booze up here."</p>
<p>"We have pumpkin juice," Harry suggested.</p>
<p>"I believe that the joy of the game lies in getting to know each other better
rather than drinking ourselves into a stupor," Luna said happily.</p>
<p>Draco rolled his eyes at the airheaded Ravenclaw but she didn't seem to take
notice. Either that or she didn't really mind.</p>
<p>"I think it sounds like fun," Hermione said, "Let's try it!"</p>
<p>"It's your birthday, Harry, so you should probably go first," Ginny offered.</p>
<p>"Well okay," Harry said. He lay flat on his stomach in his bed, his head propped
up on his arms as he gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.</p>
<p>"Never have I ever worn a dress," he said.</p>
<p>"Lame!" Ginny shouted but she took a sip anyway. So did Hermione and Luna.</p>
<p>"Okay, my turn," Ron said since he was sitting to Harry's left. "Never have I
ever… seen a live Snallygaster."</p>
<p>"That's even lamer," Harry commented but he drank. So did Draco and Luna. Harry
blinked. He knew that Draco probably had to drink but Luna as well?</p>
<p>"My mother used to be friends with one," Luna said happily, "Though she turned
invisible when someone unfamiliar approached, she always showed herself for me."</p>
<p>"Sure…" Draco said, "If you say so. You're up Lovegood."</p>
<p>"Well, never have I ever kissed someone in a romantic sort of way."</p>
<p>Instantly, four faces became bright red as all five of the others sipped their
juice.</p>
<p>"What?" Ron all but shouted, "Ginny, you kissed some bloke? Who was it?"</p>
<p>"And you kissed someone as well!" Ginny retorted, "Care to elaborate on
<em>that</em>?"</p>
<p>"Way to go, Potter," Draco chuckled as he slapped Harry on the back, "Didn't know
you had it in you. When was this?"</p>
<p>"Hey, don't look at me!" Harry exclaimed, "Hermione also drank. Why don't you
harass <em>her</em> about it?"</p>
<p>"Oh, leave her alone, will you?" Ron said, "There's no need for this. We're all
grown up here. Well –" he eyed Ginny disapprovingly "- <em>Almost</em> all of us
are."</p>
<p>"There's only a year's difference between us," Ginny said haughtily, "It's not my
fault that you're a late bloomer."</p>
<p>"Never have I ever," Draco jumped in, "Fallen in love." He grinned as if that was
a good thing.</p>
<p>Once again, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all drank. Luna didn't but seemed quite
happy about that. From the corner of his eye, Harry tried to gauge Ginny's reaction
but didn't seem very able to place it. She was just blushing fervently but that could
be because of a number of reasons. He was so caught up in staring at her that the
didn't notice the awkwardness between Ron and Hermione.</p>
<p>When Ginny gathered her senses, she thought of her own question twirling her hair
around her index finger as she did. Her beautiful red hair that gleamed like a
summer's sunset, cascading down her slender neck.</p>
<p>"Never have I ever had a crush on a teacher," Ginny said. She grinned from ear to
ear as she looked at Hermione, wiggling her eyebrows. Ducking somewhat, Hermione
sipped her juice.</p>
<p>"What?" Ron exclaimed loudly, "Who?"</p>
<p>"Lockhart," Hermione admitted, "But that was before we found out he was a
fraud."</p>
<p>"Anyone else?" Ron asked, looking around the room, "No crushes on Snape or
McGonagall? Alright then, Hermione. You're up!"</p>
<p>"Never have I ever gone commando," Hermione said. The purebloods of the party
frowned.</p>
<p>"What's commando?" Ron asked curiously.</p>
<p>"Not wearing any underwear underneath your clothes," Harry supplied.</p>
<p>No one had to take a sip, that time.</p>
<p>"Good to know," Luna said, smiling tenderly.</p>
<p>Harry scratched his hand absentmindedly, thinking of a new question.</p>
<p>"Never have I ever…" he stalled, "received an allowance."</p>
<p>Everyone took a sip, even Ron and Harry grinned victoriously. "Ah, see? I suppose
I should be more Slytherin about this if I want to win."</p>
<p>"Is anyone even keeping score?" Hermione chuckled.</p>
<p>"I am," Draco said, "And I am winning."</p>
<p>"Oh, pish-posh," Ron said, punching Draco playfully in the shoulder. "Let's see.
Never have I ever used Snape's given name."</p>
<p>Draco and Harry shrugged at each other before drinking.</p>
<p>It was Luna's turn again, "Never have I ever almost died twice in a year's
time."</p>
<p>"Hold up," Draco said, "What qualifies as almost?"</p>
<p>"Be honest with yourself," Luna said, "If you feel you were in mortal peril at
some point, you probably were."</p>
<p>All five of Luna's friends took a sip.</p>
<p>"You know, it would appear I'm rather good at this," Luna chuckled.</p>
<p>"You definitely know how to get to us," Ron agreed, "It's a good thing this stuff
isn't fire whiskey or we would all be wasted already."</p>
<p>"We could always sneak a bottle from Severus' stash if you want to up the ante,"
Draco suggested slyly.</p>
<p>"Absolutely not," Harry objected, "Severus would throw a major fit if he found
out."</p>
<p>"He won't," Draco said, "I'm a Slytherin."</p>
<p>"Well, he's the master of all things Slytherin," Harry countered, "He would know
what you're trying to pull within minutes."</p>
<p>"Ugh, fine!" Draco said exasperatedly, "You're all acting like a bunch of
Gryffindors!"</p>
<p>"Thanks!" replied the golden trio in unison.</p>
<p>"Which reminds me," Draco said, "Never have I ever been sorted into
Gryffindor."</p>
<p>Four collective groans sounded before four outwitted Gryffindors took their
mandatory sip of pumpkin juice.</p>
<p>"I wonder if the sorting hat would still put us in our respective houses if it
needed to choose again," Ginny said.</p>
<p>"Oh, I will always be a Slytherin," Draco said proudly.</p>
<p>"I don't know," Luna said smiling brightly, "You can be very brave Draco. I've
seen it! You might do well in Gryffindor."</p>
<p>Draco made a face in disgust. "Don't say that, Loonie! He groaned.</p>
<p>"Don't call her that!" Ginny shouted all of a sudden.</p>
<p>"Yeah," Harry agreed, "That's not nice."</p>
<p>"Oh, it's quite alright," Luna said happily, "Isn't giving each other nicknames
something friends do?"</p>
<p>"Not those kinds of nicknames," Ginny grumbled, "Take it back, Malfoy!"</p>
<p>"Yeesh, fine!" Draco said, raising his hands in defence, "Sorry, Lovegood. I
didn't mean that. Just don't sort me into Gryffindor."</p>
<p>"Oh, I could never," Luna said dreamily, "Only the sorting hat can do that."</p>
<p>"Never have I ever called anyone a mudblood," Ginny said haughtily. Draco flushed
a bit but sipped his juice as he glared at the redheaded Weasley girl.</p>
<p>"Somewhat below the belt, don't you think?" He commented, "Perhaps you would do
well in Slytherin."</p>
<p>Ginny huffed but said nothing.</p>
<p>"Never have I ever handed in an assignment too late," Hermione said cheerfully.
The others groaned loudly and finished their drink.</p>
<p>"I've had quite enough of this," Ron said, "What about you, mate?"</p>
<p>Harry thought that the game might end up causing a fight between Draco and Ginny
sooner or later and would rather prevent that. Naturally, he would need to pick
Ginny's side and that would make Draco feel even more left out than he already was.
No, better to call it quits now.</p>
<p>"Yeah, I guess," Harry agreed, "Any other suggestions?"</p>
<p>"Truth or dare is a classic," Ginny suggested, "I hear even muggles play it."</p>
<p>"Isn't that a bit cliché?" Draco drawled.</p>
<p>"Well, what would <em>you</em> suggest?" Ginny snapped, "Hide and go seek?"</p>
<p>"With Potter and his invisibility cloak?" Draco huffed, "Never!"</p>
<p>"Okay, Harry," Luna said, "Truth or dare?"</p>
<p>"I would go with truth," Harry said since he did not feel up to doing much of
anything.</p>
<p>"Okay, Harry. What would you like to do once we're done with Hogwarts?"</p>
<p>"Luna!" Ron said, "What a waste! We all know he wants to be an Auror."</p>
<p>"I don't think that's true," Luna smiled.</p>
<p>Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably, swishing his glass of juice. It's true
that for a year now, he thought that becoming an Auror was no longer what he wanted.
He had faced enough dark wizards and creatures in mortal combat to last him a
lifetime. And even though many people would argue that he was particularly good at
duelling, he didn't think he wanted to make a living out of it anymore.</p>
<p>It was all well and good when there was still a very real chance that Voldemort –
and after that, Lucius – were going to kill him. For a long time, Harry thought he
wasn't even going to make it into adulthood. That made the statement that he wanted
to become an Auror all the more frivolous and easy to say. It was – in his mind
anyway – no more than wishful thinking.</p>
<p>But no. What he wanted now was a life of peace and quiet. He didn't want to
endanger himself anymore and what's more, he didn't want to endanger the people
closest to him.</p>
<p>When Harry noticed everyone was staring at him, he couldn't help but chuckle
helplessly.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry guys," he said, "I guess I don't want to be an Auror. I've kind of had
enough of that kind of thing, you know?"</p>
<p>"Of course, Harry," Hermione said, quick to understand. Harry was almost certain
that he saw a flash of relief in her eyes.</p>
<p>"Then what do you want to be?" Luna urged, "Or haven't you thought about it
yet?"</p>
<p>"I honestly have no idea," Harry said, "Is professional Quidditch player still an
option?" Harry laughed at his own joke but was somewhat annoyed with his
indecisiveness.</p>
<p>"I'm sure any team would be happy to have Harry Potter as their seeker," Ron
shrugged, "Why not? Go for it!"</p>
<p>"You'll know when you know," Luna said, patting Harry gently on his knee. Harry
glanced at Ginny who was looking at Luna with slightly narrowed eyes but not another
word was said.</p>
<p>"I guess that makes it my turn," Harry said, "Er… Hermione, truth or dare."</p>
<p>"Truth," Hermione said predictably.</p>
<p>Harry was already smirking in triumph, "Well then. Earlier, it was implied that
you had already kissed someone. Who was it?"</p>
<p>Hermione's eyes widened and her face went scarlet. Surprisingly enough, so did
Ron's.</p>
<p>"Wait," Harry gasped in realisation, "No way! You didn't!'</p>
<p>"It's true," Hermione admitted, "It was Ron."</p>
<p>For a few seconds, no one said anything but then Harry couldn't help but laugh and
soon, his friends joined in.</p>
<p>"Hold up," he said in between chuckles, "Was it a spur of the moment thing or is
there more going on?"</p>
<p>"You could say we're sort of… dating," Hermione said as she looked shyly at
Ron.</p>
<p>"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, "Did you think I would be mad?"</p>
<p>"You had other things to worry about," Ron said easily, "For an entire year, some
crazy murderer was after you – no offence, Draco – and the year before that was no
picknick either."</p>
<p>"You've been together that long already?" Harry asked in disbelief, "How didn't I
notice that?"</p>
<p>"You were preoccupied," Hermione shrugged.</p>
<p>"You're okay with it though, right?" Ron asked eagerly.</p>
<p>Harry thought about that for a moment. It was not as if he ever had those kinds of
feelings for Hermione so it's not as if he was jealous. And even if he thought there
might be a chance that their relationship could endanger their general friendship, he
couldn't help but consider that they had apparently been going out for over a year
already and Harry hadn't even noticed. If nothing changed for him, why would he be
upset?</p>
<p>"Of course I am," Harry replied, "Just try not to get too affectionate in my
presence, okay?"</p>
<p>"Deal," Hermione agreed easily. She looked around the room to decide on her next
target.</p>
<p>"Okay, Ron," She said slyly, "Truth or dare?"</p>
<p>Ron regarded her with a calculating look before deciding. "Dare."</p>
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<p>Snape had reread that same paragraph three times already and not a single word had
registered. It was far too quiet in the house, even though he had asked the rowdy
teenagers to keep the door slightly ajar. And they had done that. Snape had made
sure.</p>
<p>He was no fool. He knew very well what it meant that he heard nothing but murmurs
whenever he came close to Harry's room. He knew why he couldn't listen in to their
conversation. The spell Harry had no doubt used was one of his own creations, of
course.</p>
<p>Snape growled at no one in particular and took another sip of his fire
whiskey.</p>
<p>It's not as if he wanted to listen in to Harry's conversations. He had no desire
to be informed of which student dated which and in what way the teachers ranked from
most handsome to ugliest. He did not care a bit about teenage angst.</p>
<p>But the fact that Harry had felt the need to keep his discussion private was
precisely Snape's problem. What could possibly be important enough to keep hidden? If
the things discussed were indeed harmless, why bother covering up?</p>
<p>Snape groaned. He had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager. Had he ever
truly been one? He chuckled softly to himself and realized that whatever he thought
unimportant might still mean the world to those inexperienced youngsters.</p>
<p>He was just about to resume his reading when he heard something. The rustling of
robes. He sighed to himself but did not turn around. Whichever miscreant was sneaking
about – clearly up to no good – would not be getting off easy. As he pretended to
read, he could clearly pick up the sound of shuffling feet heading towards his lab.
Oh, whoever it was, was in big trouble.</p>
<p>The door opened and the teenager in question disappeared. Snape put down his book,
cast a disillusionment charm on himself and crept down the stairs. Down there, he
came across a certain familiar redhead that had clearly not been spooked enough last
Christmas. He was searching for something on the shelves, muttering under his breath
as he read the labels.</p>
<p>Snape went to stand right behind him and cancelled his charm. Ron still had no
clue though, so Snape crossed his arms and waited.</p>
<p>And he waited.</p>
<p>And he waited some more.</p>
<p>Eventually, Ron's reading skills alerted him to the potion he had been looking for
which was an ageing potion for some reason. He took the vial from the shelf and
turned around only to be met with the admittedly fearsome sight of the potion master
looming over him, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.</p>
<p>Ron yelled loudly in response and dropped the vial. Snape -who was entirely
prepared for that possibility – caught the potion and returned it to the shelf by
slowly reaching across Ron. The boy didn't dare move a muscle.</p>
<p>"Mr Weasley," Snape said silkily, "You must have an excellent reason to break into
my lab and steal an ageing potion."</p>
<p>Ron didn't say a word. He was leaning against the shelf and away from Snape as he
trembled in terror.</p>
<p>"I'm waiting," Snape said coldly, "Or would you rather I feed you a few drops of
veritaserum. I'm sure I have some lying about here somewhere."</p>
<p>"It was a dare, sir," Ron squeaked.</p>
<p>"Is that so?" Snape asked icily, "And who dared you to come here?"</p>
<p>Ron shrugged and stared back at Snape. For the first time, Snape saw defiance in
the boy's eyes.</p>
<p>"Covering for your friends, are you?" Snape said, "Very noble indeed. But it's of
no matter really, since you are the one who actually went where he doesn't belong. It
would be best if I –" Snape paused for effect " – made an example out of you."</p>
<hr size="1" noshade="noshade"/>
<p>"You know, you could've been easier on Ron," Harry said at lunch. His friends had
already gone home after a birthday party well celebrated, "It was just for a game of
truth and dare."</p>
<p>"Are you suggesting that I let you miscreants do whatever you please simply
because someone dared you to?" Snape asked incredulously, "I think not."</p>
<p>"I can't believe you fed him that potion, though," Harry chuckled, "Is there an
antidote?"</p>
<p>"There is not," Snape confessed, "But it will wear off in a couple of weeks, I
imagine."</p>
<p>Harry broke into laughter as he thought about Ron coming back from his
unsuccessful mission. His hair had been tinted in every colour of the rainbow,
changing colour at random. Depending on what, no one could figure out. Not only that,
but Ron had only been able to speak in Limericks.</p>
<p>He had come up with the gem:</p>
<p>When I went downstairs for the potion<br/>
Of Snape's sense of mind had no notion<br/>
Was caught by the bat<br/>
And that friends was that<br/>
And what rhymes with potion is motion</p>
<p>Naturally, they all had been in stitches and everyone had done their best to
strike up a conversation with Ron but he refused to say all that much for the rest of
the evening.</p>
<p>"I'm sure Fred and George will love spending time with him now," Harry
chuckled.</p>
<p>"I'm sure he will have learned his lesson after the potion wears off," Snape said,
"And if not, I always have more."</p>
<p>"Please give me some to take to Hogwarts," Harry chuckled.</p>
<p>"And have you create a bunch of poetically challenged troublemakers?" Snape
replied, "I think not."</p>
<p>"Suit yourself," Harry shrugged, "I can probably create something like it if I
want."</p>
<p>"You should focus on your studies," Snape urged, "Not go about creating silly
potions. Being an Auror is hard work and becoming one is no picknick either."</p>
<p>"Yeah, about that…" Harry said sheepishly, "I don't think I want to be an Auror
anymore."</p>
<p>Snape raised a curious eyebrow. "Is that right? I have to admit that that's quite
a relief to hear. Why not though? If you're insecure about your abilities –"</p>
<p>"It's nothing like that," Harry interjected, "I'm just tired of fighting. That's
all."</p>
<p>"Yes, I would imagine so," Snape said thoughtfully, "Do you have any idea what it
is you would like to be instead?"</p>
<p>"Maybe," Harry said hesitantly, "Could you perhaps tell me what it takes to become
a potions master?"</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 10</strong></p>
<p>The next morning, Harry felt much more rested. Since it was a Sunday, there were
no classes and Harry could take his time getting ready. He started his day by getting
breakfast with Snape.</p>
<p>"I heard you haven't been to any of the Quidditch practices yet," Snape commented
out of the blue.</p>
<p>Harry scoffed. "How did you even hear about that? You're not one to take an
interest in Quidditch."</p>
<p>"Have I not been to every one of your games thus far?" Snape countered.</p>
<p>"Sure," Harry said, "But I imagined you did that because you expect me to fall off
my broom every match."</p>
<p>"I will admit to that being a primary concern of mine," Snape said as he calmly
cut open his croissant. "I will never admit to wanting to watch you play simply
because you are very talented and a joy to watch."</p>
<p>"That <em>would</em> seem a bit uncharacteristic," Harry agreed calmly, "We would
need to check the skies for flying pigs."</p>
<p>"Perhaps you could do so during your next Quidditch practice," Snape suggested
slickly.</p>
<p>"Oooooh," Harry exclaimed, "Very smooth indeed. And I thought I had you that time
too."</p>
<p>Snape huffed indignantly. "It will be many years before you are able to distract
me from my purposes. Now, why is Professor McGonagall complaining to me that I don't
allow you enough time to practice?"</p>
<p>"Because she hasn't bothered to ask <em>me</em>, I suppose," Harry shrugged, "If
she had, I would have told her that the choice is my own. I'll talk to her
today."</p>
<p>"I am perfectly capable of dealing with your head of house by myself, Harry,"
Snape sneered, "What I want to know is why you're not flying."</p>
<p>"I'll still participate in the official matches," Harry assured him. He bit a
piece off his toast and chewed thoughtfully before adding, "I know what I'm doing. I
don't need practice."</p>
<p>"Don't talk with your mouth full, disgusting brat," Snape said jokingly, throwing
a napkin Harry's way. "And don't you think it's somewhat selfish to not go to
practice while your teammates are out there combating the elements?"</p>
<p>"I'd rather work on my potions," Harry argued, "And Ginny takes up a lot of my
free time as well. She –" Harry stopped talking and groaned, banging his forehead
against the table and leaving it there.</p>
<p>"Now what?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"I told Ginny I'd meet up with her yesterday, remember?" Harry asked, "I totally
forgot."</p>
<p>"You were indisposed," Snape pointed out, "Surely, Ms Weasley will
understand."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Have you met her?"</p>
<p>Snape sighed, not at all wishing to get himself mixed up in teenage drama or voice
his concerns regarding the only daughter of the Weasley clan. Instead, he readdressed
the issue at hand.</p>
<p>"All work and no play kills the potential of discovery, mastery, and openness to
change and flexibility and it hinders innovation and invention," Snape said
easily.</p>
<p>Harry blinked. "Are you actually telling me to focus <em>less</em> on my
apprenticeship?" he asked, completely baffled.</p>
<p>"What an odd thing to say," Snape said easily, swishing his pumpkin juice as if it
were fine wine. "I am merely sharing some wisdom with you. Make of that what you
will."</p>
<p>"Just come out and say it," Harry teased, "You're worried that I'm working too
hard. You want me to have fun."</p>
<p>"You're being quite insolent today," Snape remarked as he flipped a page of the
Daily Prophet. "Somehow, I don't –"</p>
<p>Snape's expression darkened as he read the paper. Harry frowned but rather than
ask Snape what was wrong, he moved to stand behind him and read the article over his
shoulder.</p>
<p><em>Muggle Hunting Continues</em></p>
<p><em>Yesterday evening, another twenty bodies were discovered in Abernethy forest.
They were all muggles who were out camping as a group the muggles refer to as
'scouts'. Most of the bodies were that of young children between the ages of twelve
and fifteen.</em></p>
<p><em>These continuous attacks have rekindled the muggle's interest and fear of
werewolves and large manhunts…</em></p>
<p>Snape closed the paper rapidly to keep Harry from reading more.</p>
<p>"Do you think it's Greyback?" Harry asked quietly.</p>
<p>"I'm almost positive it's him," Snape replied, "But I doubt he's alone."</p>
<p>With a great sigh, Snape got up from his seat and tucked the newspaper away in a
desk drawer. "In any case, it is nothing you need to concern yourself with."</p>
<p>"What are you talking about?" Harry objected, "These attacks are obviously
orchestrated by death eaters."</p>
<p>"And what makes you think that death eaters are your responsibility?" Snape urged,
raising that one eyebrow.</p>
<p>"Well, since they're affiliated with Voldemort, I thought –"</p>
<p>"Just because you were prophesized to kill the Dark Lord – with which I still
don't agree, mind you – doesn't mean you are responsible for wiping out each and
every one of his followers as well," Snape said dangerously.</p>
<p>"But we can't just let them carry on like this," Harry protested.</p>
<p>"Actually, I think you'll find we can," Snape said evenly, "We've paid our dues.
For once, we can leave this up to the ministry."</p>
<p>"But-"</p>
<p>"Enough, Harry!" Snape said sternly, his tone leaving no room for further
arguments. "I don't even know what you would be planning and how you would even begin
to go look for their whereabouts but I forbid you from attempting to engage them. For
once, put that Gryffindor bravery out of your mind and keep yourself occupied with
other things."</p>
<p>"Like Quidditch?" Harry said darkly, "while children are getting killed?"</p>
<p>"<em>You</em> are a child," Snape replied coldly, "And Quidditch seems like a fine
alternative indeed."</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry sighed, getting up to leave.</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape warned, "I need you to promise me not to do anything rash."</p>
<p>"I promise," Harry said easily, "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."</p>
<p>"None of us do," Snape admitted quietly, "But after all, the best thing one can do
when it is raining is to let it rain."</p>
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<p>When Harry emerged from Snape's quarters, his outer robes folded neatly over his
arm, he was so far gone in this thoughts that he didn't even notice a certain
Professor stand in the doorway and nearly knocked her over.</p>
<p>He grabbed her arm as she faltered and quickly steadied her. "I'm sorry,
Professor," Harry exclaimed, "I didn't see you there."</p>
<p>"That's alright, Harry," Bell said cheerfully, "Accidents happen."</p>
<p>"Are you lost again?" Harry asked, "Do you need me to take you somewhere?"</p>
<p>"You are too kind, Harry, but no," Bell replied, smiling fondly. "This time, I'm
exactly where I need to be. This is Professor Snape's office, right?"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Close, but not entirely. These are his private quarters."</p>
<p>Bell seemed slightly taken back by that. She gave Harry a searching look and
frowned for a fraction of a second, so quickly that Harry almost missed it.</p>
<p>"Would you like me to get him for you?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"If you would," Bell replied happily.</p>
<p>Harry opened the door and called out to Snape. "Professor!"</p>
<p>A grunt indicated that Snape was listening.</p>
<p>"Professor Bell is here to see you."</p>
<p>A few seconds later, Snape appeared next to Harry, raising an eyebrow when he saw
the brunette stand there with a smile far too cheerful this early in the morning.</p>
<p>"Yes?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Good morning to you too, Severus!" Bell replied happily, not at all undeterred by
Snape's dour attitude. Harry was unable to hide a small smirk. It would appear that
Bell's hesitance earlier this year in regards to Snape had all but vanished.</p>
<p>"You told me that I could come and get the requested potions today, remember?" she
asked.</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "Right," he said, "Though I also told you to meet me in my office
rather than lurk in the vicinity of my quarters."</p>
<p>Bell actually chuckled at that. "You know me!" she replied, "I'm hopeless. I'm
afraid I got –"</p>
<p>"- lost," Snape finished for her. "I gathered as much."</p>
<p>"Yup!" Bell nodded.</p>
<p>"If you'll follow me," Snape said evenly, pushing Harry lightly out of the way so
he could close his door. "Run along now, Harry. You're not needed here any
longer."</p>
<p>By now, Harry had known Snape long enough to know when the man was uncomfortable.
And this was him, severely unnerved. It was best not to cross him, he knew, so he
obeyed.</p>
<p>"See you later, Professor," Harry said, running off.</p>
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<p>When Harry entered the common rooms, everyone's conversation halted. At least
twenty different pairs of eyes landed on Harry, regarding him with a look that he
could not quite place.</p>
<p>Suddenly, many of them made up excuses to leave in a hurry, effectively emptying
out the common room until only Ron, Hermione and Ginny remained. Ron and Hermione
looked embarrassed about something but Ginny just seemed angry.</p>
<p>Harry sighed. He really was not in the mood for this.</p>
<p>"Harry James Potter!" Ginny shouted, "Where have you been?"</p>
<p>Putting on a mask of indifference – at least he thought it was a mask – Harry
looked Ginny in the eye, noting the anger and explosiveness that always seemed to be
somewhat present in the redhead before him.</p>
<p>"I was indisposed because of my lesson," Harry replied truthfully. He had not
expected the hex that was thrown his way a second later, narrowly dodging it. With a
bang, it collided with the wall behind him.</p>
<p>"You promised!" Ginny accused him.</p>
<p>Incredulously, Harry looked at his girlfriend. "Did you just try to hex me?"</p>
<p>Another flick of her wand, and another. Harry was ready for it this time and
sidestepped easily. When not in control of her emotions, Ginny's spellcasting left
much to be desired.</p>
<p>"Control yourself," Harry said coolly.</p>
<p>"You never have time for me!" Ginny screeched, never lowering her wand.</p>
<p>"Ginny, stop!" Ron said, but his voice betrayed uncertainty.</p>
<p>"Stay out of this, before I put you in a body bind," Ginny snapped.</p>
<p>And then it hit Harry as a wave of understanding flooded him. The Occlumency
lessons of the night before had made it all the more clearer to him. Behaviour such
as Ginny's was not something he wanted to condone any longer. She was volatile and
aggressive just like the Dursleys had been, even if in a lesser capacity. Just
because she was a girl younger than him and used magic as her weapon did not make it
okay. And he had suffered through enough violence and anger in his life. A girl like
Ginny was not right for him and never would be.</p>
<p>"Expelliarmus," he said coolly. Ginny's wand flew straight into Harry's hand. He
caught it with an icy glint in his eyes, not unlike the one that could often be seen
in Snape's.</p>
<p>He thrust the wand into Hermione's hands, never taking his eyes off of Ginny.
Disarmed as she was, the girl put her hands on her hips as if to signify that she was
not afraid. There was a fire in her eyes that Harry had once deemed attractive but
was now nothing more than a reminder of pain.</p>
<p>"It's over," he told her. His voice as steady as he could make it and his resolve
clear even if his heart couldn't help but ache when he uttered those words.</p>
<p>Ginny's defiant glare vanished immediately, replaced by surprise.</p>
<p>"Harry," she whispered, glancing at Ron and Hermione as if she was looking for
support. "You don't mean that."</p>
<p>"You clearly don't understand what I'm passionate about," Harry said coldly, "And
I have very little patience left to deal with your childishness. Unfortunately for
you, I am not shallow enough to be placated by a pretty face."</p>
<p>A sob resounded from Ginny's throat but Harry felt little want to comfort her.
Instead, he felt relief. He cast an apologetic look Ron's way and left the common
room again. He'd rather not be around for the next outburst that was sure to
come.</p>
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<p>Even though the heatwave had long passed, Hedwig had made herself quite
comfortable in the dungeons. Even when Harry had told her she was free to move back
into the astronomy tower, she had simply refused, turning her head indignantly.</p>
<p>So Harry had let her be with express permission from Slughorn who seemed more than
willing to provide Harry with what he needed.</p>
<p>Sighing, Harry took a large cauldron from the storage room and placed it on the
grate, filling it with water. As he watched the clear liquid swirl, just waiting to
absorb ingredients and magic in the creation of something wonderful, Harry felt his
shoulders quiver. He held onto the edge of the cauldron for support and stared into
the water, meeting his green eyes as they were reflected back to him.</p>
<p>Had he been too harsh? Too quick to judge? Angrily, Harry swiped at this
reflection. No, there was no reason for him to put up with that kind of behaviour.
Even if a small voice in the back of his mind told him that he was used to it. That
it was nothing. That maybe he deserved it.</p>
<p>Quickly banishing those thoughts from his mind, Harry walked over to the
ingredients cupboard and got what he needed. Maybe creating a potion would relax him.
He grabbed the carefully preserved liquid silver and the wolfsbane.</p>
<p>Back at his station he started angrily crushing the moonstone into tiny fragmented
pieces, not stopping until the slivers he was supposed to get out of them turned to
dust. He looked up when a soft hoot startled him.</p>
<p>Hedwig had flown over to him and was now sitting on the edge of the cauldron, her
head slightly tilted as she looked at her master.</p>
<p>"I know Hedwig," Harry said quietly, "I ruined the moonstone."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted softly and fluttered over to sit on the desk.</p>
<p>"It's really not that warm anymore, Hedwig," Harry said, trying to sound cheerful
as he started cutting up the mistletoe. "You can go now."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted indignantly and nipped at Harry's fingers.</p>
<p>"Ow! Careful, Hedwig. Mistletoe's poisonous," Harry argued, swiping the plant out
of Hedwig's reach. Hedwig hooted again.</p>
<p>"No, I don't think she'll be coming here anymore," Harry replied to his familiar,
"It's not like she ever cared about potions anyway."</p>
<p>Hedwig clicked her beak, hopping a bit closer.</p>
<p>"You're right. I didn't either, at first," Harry admitted, "But I had so many
things to think of. Voldemort seemed a tad more important than potions at the time,
you know?"</p>
<p>Hedwig screeched as she unfolded her wings a bit.</p>
<p>"No need to be angry, he's gone," Harry assured her, "Which is why I can now focus
on my studies. I wish I realized potions was this interesting a long time ago."</p>
<p>Hedwig flew over to perch on Harry's shoulder and seemed to snuggle up to him,
fluffing up her feathers in contentment.</p>
<p>"You're not going to tell me that you think I'm neglecting you too, are you?"
Harry accused lightly. Hedwig rearranged his hair with her beak in response, hooting
all the while as if she was fussing over her owlet.</p>
<p>"Is that why you're not leaving?"</p>
<p>Hedwig took flight and flew straight into the ingredients cupboard that Harry had
forgotten to close again.</p>
<p>"Hedwig," Harry said sternly, "Get out of there."</p>
<p>Hedwig emerged a moment later, and landed back on Harry' desk, depositing a new
moonstone.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Quit babbling and get back to brewing, is it?" he said. Hedwig
hooted contently in response, pecking at Harry's mortar.</p>
<p>"I will, you silly owl, no need to attack my instruments," Harry said, taking the
mortar away from his owl. He eyed her appraisingly for a while, noticing that Hedwig
almost seemed proud of herself.</p>
<p>"You're a very clever bird, aren't you?" he asked seriously, "Maybe one day I
might invent a potion to talk to you."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted in response and ruffled her feathers, preening them in contentment
while Harry got back to work, brewing the wolfsbane potion to clear his head.</p>
<p>He was halfway through creating the base when the door to the lab opened.</p>
<p>"There you are," Snape commented as he strode inside.</p>
<p>"Where else would I be?" Harry greeted him heartily.</p>
<p>Snape eyed Hedwig for a moment as she sat half-snoozing near Harry before walking
over to the cauldron and peering into its contents.</p>
<p>"Wolfsbane?" he said curiously, "Got any werewolf friends I don't know about?"</p>
<p>"Just the one," Harry chuckled, throwing in a dash of ground pepper.</p>
<p>"I heard about your altercation," Snape said.</p>
<p>"You are turning into quite the gossip, Severus," Harry growled as he stirred his
potion. "What else have you heard through the grapevine?"</p>
<p>"Oh, you're just hilarious," Snape bit back, "Where do you think your little
friends go when they think you're upset?"</p>
<p>"I would hope that they don't go crying to any teacher – guardian or not – for
something stupid like a break-up," Harry said matter-of-factly. "Hedwig, would you
hand me those cloves?"</p>
<p>Snape frowned as he watched Hedwig do exactly as Harry asked but made no comment
about it.</p>
<p>"Apparently you were somewhat upset," Snape urged.</p>
<p>"I wasn't the one who started throwing hexes," Harry said coldly. He chopped up
the cloves and threw them in the cauldron. "So if anyone was upset, it was Ginny. Why
don't you go comfort her?"</p>
<p>Snape summoned a stool and set it next to Harry's desk, claiming it to watch Harry
work. "Ginny is not my daughter," he said frankly, "And I care not for her. Not one
bit."</p>
<p>"That's harsh," Harry commented, stirring his brew slowly, "Because she's a
Gryffindor?"</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "That might be part of the problem yes," he admitted, "Though if
the past has proven anything, Gryffindors tend to have a way to worm themselves into
my heart."</p>
<p>Harry snorted, "Like parasites?"</p>
<p>"Exactly so," Snape agreed, "But Ms Weasley could never. She's far too…"</p>
<p>"Careful now," Harry warned, "It's best that you don't badmouth students in front
of their peers."</p>
<p>"She was never right for you," Snape said simply, "She was probably suitable for
soothing any teenage urges you might have had but –"</p>
<p>"No, stop!" Harry interrupted, "Not this again!"</p>
<p>Snape grinned. "But she was never on par with you intellectually. Not even when I
still mistook you for a dunderhead."</p>
<p>Harry sighed. "You're probably right. But it still hurts."</p>
<p>Snape grabbed a few cloves of garlic and started mincing them. "Each time our
heart is broken, we should learn a lesson and not repeat the same mistakes. However,
often there is nothing we could have done to save the relationship."</p>
<p>"And what mistakes should I learn from," Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Don't judge a book by its cover," Snape said easily. "What lies beneath the
surface of shallow waters? Nothing. It's only when you go deeper that the ocean comes
alive. The deeper you go, the more mysteries and surprises await."</p>
<p>Harry sighed, seemingly getting tired from Snape's advice.</p>
<p>"It will get better, Harry," Snape insisted.</p>
<p>"Will it?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes fixed on Snape's. He seemed to be
searching for something in the man.</p>
<p>"Careful," Snape warned Harry, "I know that you're not feeling particularly
pleased right now, but I advise against voicing your current thoughts."</p>
<p>Harry threw in the splinters of the moonstone he had now carefully crushed.</p>
<p>"It's better this way, I guess," Harry shrugged, "I'll have more time to focus on
my studies. And –" he grinned at Snape, "- to play Quidditch as well."</p>
<p>"Oh joy," Snape deadpanned, "Professor McGonagall will be ecstatic to hear and I,
in turn, will be pleased to not have her turn up in my fireplace anymore."</p>
<p>"She's been doing that?" Harry chuckled.</p>
<p>"She's always been a competitive person," Snape shared with Harry, "And she needs
you if she wants to stand a chance against the Slytherin team."</p>
<p>"Can you really handle losing again?" Harry asked, performing the very last
intricate stirring pattern there was to the potion.</p>
<p>"The way I see it, I win either way," Snape said playfully, "Either my house wins
or my son does."</p>
<p>"So you can be at the victory party no matter what," Harry said happily, "Unless
Hufflepuff wins."</p>
<p>"If they win this year, I'll resign," Snape said seriously.</p>
<p>"A bit too late for the Defence against the Dark Arts curse to befall you, isn't
it?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"It's no longer in effect," Snape said, "Since the Dark Lord died."</p>
<p>"Good thing too or I would still need to teach the DA," Harry said, "And I don't
have the time for it."</p>
<p>Harry hauled the cauldron off the fire, allowing it to cool. "What do you think?"
he asked, "Is it acceptable?"</p>
<p>"Outstanding as always," Snape said, "Do you need it all for your werewolf friend
or shall I give some to Lupin?"</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes as he bottled whatever portions he could get out of the
potion. "Do with it as you please," he said, "My werewolf friend doesn't really need
it anyway. He has a friend that is a Potions Master, you see."</p>
<p>"I see," Snape replied. He looked over at Harry who was now cleaning up his
working space. Hedwig had flown back to her perch, allowing Harry the space.</p>
<p>"You're certain you're okay?" Snape asked one last time.</p>
<p>"I will be," Harry said, smiling honestly. "There's no need to worry."</p>
<hr size="1" noshade="noshade"/>
<p>The lack of the full moon did not make Greyback any less dangerous. He loved
tearing people apart, even in his human form. And they really didn't need to be
muggles or mudbloods for him to appreciate their anguished shrieks and panicked
flailing. Licking his lips in anticipation, he released the girl he had captured
before and watched her flee into the thick arboreal path. Exactly fifteen seconds
later, he gave chase.</p>
<p>"Talk, Mr Pippin," Bellatrix said sweetly, "And I suggest you do it quickly before
Greyback catches your daughter. He's not exactly what one would call… friendly."</p>
<p>A smirk that rivalled that of a Cheshire cat split her face in half as she
laughed. The man beneath her grovelled and pleaded, his wand long snapped in half
when he had tried to protect his family. His wife already lay still next to him, her
throat clawed out and her limbs broken, displayed in an unnatural fashion as if she
was a puppet that was dropped by her puppeteer.</p>
<p>"Please," he pleaded, "I told you all I know!"</p>
<p>"So you're telling me that there are no imminent orders from him?" Bellatrix asked
snidely, "No potion ingredients? Nothing?"</p>
<p>"No!" Pippin said truthfully, "Nothing yet. Please. Please let my daughter
go!"</p>
<p>At that moment, a high-pitched screech filled the air and Bellatrix laughed
hysterically before shutting her mouth with a click and shouting; "Greyback!
Return".</p>
<p>It couldn't have been more than a minute later that the werewolf returned with the
girl. He was dragging her with him by holding on to her right foot while her left was
kicking the air in a desperate attempt to break free.</p>
<p>"Oh dear," Bellatrix said sweetly as she approached the girl. She couldn't have
been more than seven. "Are you scared of this big man?" she asked, "Did he hurt
you?"</p>
<p>The girl sobbed uncontrollably, clearly overcome by terror.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry dear, but we had no choice," the former death eater said, kneeling next
to the girl. "Your father simply does not want to cooperate."</p>
<p>"Mum," the girl cried, "I want my mum!"</p>
<p>"Certainly," Bellatrix said, smiling broadly. She snapped at Greyback who dragged
the girl towards her parents and threw her to the ground right next to her mother's
mangled body. She screamed and tried to get up but Bellatrix cast a body bind on her.
She tutted as if she were reprimanding a young child. "Now now," she said, "You said
you wanted your mother. Here she is."</p>
<p>"Let her go!" Came Pippin's furious exclamation. He tried to get to his feet,
seemingly forgetting that his legs were broken.</p>
<p>"Should I?" Bellatrix asked as if she were contemplating it. "Give me one good
reason."</p>
<p>"Painite," The man said, "I'm supposed to contact him once I've received Painite.
He's been asking for it."</p>
<p>"Your point?" Bellatrix asked, tilting her head as if she was trying to
understand. Tears were leaking from the petrified girls' eyes.</p>
<p>"I will tell him that I got some," Pippin said desperately, "He'll come for it. I
know he will!"</p>
<p>Bellatrix clapped her hands together. "Excellent!" she said happily, "See, I knew
we could make some sort of arrangement. You do that, and we shall return your
daughter to you."</p>
<p>"But-" Pippin wanted to argue.</p>
<p>"Let us know the time and place," Bellatrix told him, "If anything goes wrong,
like you tipping him off or him not showing up, your daughter will stay with us. My
husband and brother in law will surely wish to have their way with her."</p>
<p>She gestured towards Rodolphus and Rabastan who sat away from the action, glancing
at her when she mentioned them.</p>
<p>"But if you succeed in bringing him to us, we will release your precious
daughter," Bellatrix continued. "But you'd best hurry," she added darkly, "Or she
might not come back to you in one piece."</p>
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<p><em>There you are dears. Ginny is gone. Told you all it wouldn't last! I hope
you're not too mad at me for it either way. What do you reckon is going through
Maya's mind right now and who is Bellatrix trying to capture? Please tell me what you
think and what you liked/disliked. I welcome all reviews!</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 11</strong></p>
<p>Harry was strongly aware of the warm sunlight on his face coupled with the strong
winds that flew past him as he raced around the Quidditch pitch.</p>
<p>"Ronald Weasley managed to stop the quaffle again," came Luna Lovegood's
commentary, "He's doing this weird move that makes him look like a starfish. It
seemed entirely accidental to me at first but since he keeps doing it, I no longer
think so. Either way, no one has managed to score yet."</p>
<p>She was right. They had been in the air for about thirty minutes if Harry's
estimates were somewhat correct and neither team had managed to score a single
goal.</p>
<p>The Ravenclaw team had done some restructuring and since Cho Chang had graduated,
they replaced their seeker as well. Harry wasn't sure if she was any good yet since
this was the first game of the school year but he knew better than to underestimate
his opponent. Currently, she was circling the pitch the same way he was but on the
opposite end. At one point she had made an admittedly clumsy attempt at a
'<em>Wronsky Feint'</em> that Harry had simply ignored.</p>
<p>"Ginny Weasley got the quaffle and she's rushing towards the goalposts. Oh – Oh
dear, the bludgers are closing in. Careful Ginny or they'll get you."</p>
<p>Ginny looked over her shoulder to try and spot the threat Luna had perceived and
therefore missed the approach of the bludger right in front of her. It collided with
her shoulder, causing her to spin uncontrollably for a few seconds until she regained
control of herself.</p>
<p>"I told you to watch out," Luna said airily, "Roger Davies got a hold of the
quaffle this time. I wonder if he's still in touch with Fleur. I never did ask him
how that ended up. Did you all know 'Roger' means 'famous spear'? It might mean he
will become a famous chaser one day. Or perhaps a famous spearman. Are those still
around? Ah, he couldn't get the quaffle past Ron. Those Weasleys are really good,
aren't they?"</p>
<p>Harry laughed. He really loved Luna's commentary. While not very useful and to the
point, it kept his mind occupied and entertained.</p>
<p>Harry whooshed past the stands to see if any of them were hiding the snitch but
came up empty. He saw that McGonagall looked amused and not at all as annoyed as she
had been with Luna when she only just begun commentating. Even Snape seemed to be
entertained by her antics. Probably because he was not really a Quidditch fan and
appreciated Luna's dreamy monologues.</p>
<p>When Snape caught Harry watching him, he pointed towards the pitch as if to tell
him to get back to it. Harry gave him one of his cheekiest grins, glanced around one
last time and returned to his post. In doing so, he passed Ginny who gave him a
murderous glare. Harry rolled his eyes and kept scouring the grounds, ignoring the
song that was erupting from the Gryffindor stands.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Weasley is our King,</em><em><br/></em><em>Weasley is our
King,<br/>
He didn't let the Quaffle in<br/>
Weasley is our King.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Weasley can save anything,<br/>
He never leaves a single ring,<br/>
That's why Gryffindors all sing:<br/>
Weasley is our King.</em></p>
<p>Harry smirked. How fantastic was it that the Slytherins had given the Gryffindors
the opportunity to hail Ron in song. They had only needed to change some of the
words.</p>
<p>But then again, the Ravenclaw keeper was pretty good himself. Suddenly, Harry
caught Ron waving at him with all the subtlety of an ostrich in a tea shop. When
Harry looked at him, Ron waved vaguely at an area behind him. Harry didn't need to be
told twice.</p>
<p>"It almost looked as if Ron Weasley was performing some kind of mating dance,"
Luna said happily, "Perhaps he was trying to regain Harry's interest for his sister.
Either way, it seemed to have worked because Harry is quickly headed his way."</p>
<p>Harry noticed that the Ravenclaw seeker was not following him. Perhaps she thought
that Ron simply wanted a word about something. The beaters – however – seemed to be
sharper of wit and they both launched a bludger Harry's way. He dipped dramatically
in order to evade them, then pulled up sharply in between both beaters, laughing
joyously as he did so.</p>
<p>No matter what, Quidditch always made him feel alive. Even when it almost killed
him.</p>
<p>Finally, the Ravenclaw seeker caught on but it was far too late. Luna was yelling
something with much excitement but the wind rushing past Harry's ears left him nearly
deaf for everything else around him. He rushed past Ron who smirked triumphantly
while the Gryffindor beaters knocked a bludger straight into the rival seeker's path,
slowing her down even more.</p>
<p>It wouldn't have mattered anyway. By now, Harry had spotted the snitch fluttering
somewhere near the edge of the pitch and snatched it out of the air, making a U-turn
to show off his catch as Ron nearly jumped him while they were still in mid-air.</p>
<p>"Harry caught the snitch for all the points," Luna said dreamily, "I suppose it's
all over now. Gryffindor wins. Thanks for coming and I hope to see you all again next
time."</p>
<p>Harry landed his broomstick and was swarmed by the rest of his team. Davies shook
Ron's hand politely, the two boys smiling at each other.</p>
<p>"Nice keeping, Weasley," Harry heard Davies say.</p>
<p>"Your keeper was bloody brilliant as well," Ron said amicably, "This could've been
anyone's match, really."</p>
<p>"Not when your seeker is Harry Potter," Davies chuckled, "Good game anyway."</p>
<p>"Yeah, good game."</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help but notice how much Ron had matured.</p>
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<p>Snape was on his way to his private quarters where Harry was waiting for him to
get started with his next Occlumency lesson. He was rather unhappy with the prospect
of hurting Harry more like this as well as viewing those horrible memories of his
childhood that never failed to fill his own heart with anger but there was nothing to
be done. This was what Harry wanted and Snape did not want to deprive him of the
opportunity.</p>
<p>That didn't mean he had to like it though. And his displeasure with the situation
was clearly manifested on his face as he swept through the corridors, his fierce
glare enough to force most of the people who would cross his path to move away.</p>
<p>Yes. Most of them.</p>
<p>"Severus, do you have a moment?"</p>
<p>Of course, Professor Bell was not to be swayed by his malice. Couldn't she get
lost somewhere? Preferably in the vicinity of the forbidden forest or something?</p>
<p>"No," he replied curtly, not halting his movement. And yet, the persistent woman
did not falter behind. In fact, she kept up with him even if that meant somewhat
skipping or half-running to do so.</p>
<p>"Come now, Severus," she said, huffing with the fast steps she was forced to take.
"I just want to talk to you."</p>
<p>"I'm not available right now," Snape said, glaring darkly at the spritely woman,
annoyed when she simply smiled sweetly at him.</p>
<p>"I just want to talk to you about Harry."</p>
<p>That stopped Snape dead in his tracks. It took Bell a few moments to realize his
arrest and almost tripped over her own feet as she turned around to face him again,
her hair swaying as she moved.</p>
<p>"What about him?" Snape growled, narrowing his eyes at her. "Is something
wrong?"</p>
<p>Bell seemed to think that question over for a moment. Not at all sure of how to
respond to that. "Well –" she said hesitantly, "I was wondering if you could
enlighten me about the relationship between the two of you."</p>
<p>"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked, quirking his eyebrow. "Whatever do you
mean?"</p>
<p>"It just seems a bit odd," Bell continued as she brushed a stray strand of her
hair behind her ear, her gaze seeking Snape's. "And I'm probably wrong about this but
I'd rather be wrong and embarrassed at the end of this than be right and not have
done a thing about it."</p>
<p>Snape's earlier foul mood was lifting slightly as he felt amusement at what Bell
was saying. She couldn't actually be implying…</p>
<p>"And what – pray tell – is this situation you speak of?"</p>
<p>Bell seemed to steel her resolve as her fierce gaze bore into Snape's eyes. She
tilted her chin ever so slightly and Snape couldn't help but cross his arms and lean
against the wall he was standing near as he watched her gather herself. <em>Oh, this
would be good</em>.</p>
<p>"Is it normal for an Apprentice to seek refuge in his Master's private chambers as
often as Harry does?" Bell asked.</p>
<p>Snape exhaled sharply as he tried not to laugh. He couldn't believe she had
actually gone there. "No," he said easily, "Not at all."</p>
<p>Bell frowned, staring at Snape as if he were some anomaly she couldn't quite
figure out. "Then, what are you doing with him?"</p>
<p>Snape pushed himself away from the wall and continued walking. "Follow me," Snape
said briskly, "And I will show you just what it is we do together."</p>
<p>It didn't take long for Snape to hear the tell-tale sound of another pair of shoes
hastily trying to keep up with him. Ever so slightly, he slowed down. Not enough for
her to notice what he was doing, but enough to be sure he wouldn't lose her along the
way.</p>
<p>"Are you saying he's there now?" Bell asked.</p>
<p>"Of course," Snape supplied, "Where else would he be?"</p>
<p>"In Gryffindor tower," Bell snapped, "In the library? Anywhere else."</p>
<p>"Oh, but he so much rather spends his time with me," Snape said maliciously.</p>
<p>"He always looks so tired when he returns from you," Bell accused, "Just what are
you doing to him?"</p>
<p>"Nothing he hasn't asked for," Snape replied. Oh, how he was enjoying this back
and forth. It was fun to tease this woman who was obviously quick to mislead. Had
truly no one told her about the relationship between Harry and him?</p>
<p>"Here we are, Maya," Snape said, smirking as he opened the door to his quarters
where Harry was already sat on the floor as he read through one of his books. There
was obvious surprise in his eyes when he looked up.</p>
<p>"Professor Bell," he greeted half-heartedly, quickly getting up from the floor and
brushing himself off. Harry glanced at Snape, clearly seeing the amused twinkle in
the man's eyes, not quite understanding what was happening.</p>
<p>"Why has all your furniture been moved aside?" Bell asked as she stepped
inside.</p>
<p>"We need a lot of room," Snape replied, "for when we –" he walked over to Harry
and casually draped an arm around his shoulders. "-Practice."</p>
<p>Harry groaned when he finally realized what Snape was up to. Unfortunately, Bell
seemed to take that noise of annoyance as something entirely different.</p>
<p>"Are you ready for today, Harry?" Snape asked more caringly than he had ever done,
"Or haven't you quite recovered yet?"</p>
<p>Harry decided to play along. "I'm still a bit sore," Harry said pitifully, "but
I'll do as you say, sir."</p>
<p>"Harry!" Bell exclaimed, "What's going on here?"</p>
<p>Snape snorted and at that moment, Harry couldn't keep it together anymore. He
burst out laughing as he teasingly pushed Snape's arm away. Snape chuckled and
ruffled Harry's hair roughly enough for Harry to bend his head slightly.</p>
<p>For a moment, Bell was shell shocked but then she departed, slamming the door shut
as she went.</p>
<p>"Oh uh," Harry said, "You might've gone too far."</p>
<p>Snape shrugged. "Let her be," he said, "She's the one who wanted to meddle in
things that weren't her business."</p>
<p>"You can be really heartless sometimes, you know that?" Harry said, "I'll be right
back."</p>
<p>Not listening to Snape's objections, Harry left the room and went after Bell. If
anything, she was still his history teacher and he did not want to end up in her bad
books.</p>
<p>Lucky for him, Bell never got very far, already confused at the first tangent.</p>
<p>"Professor!" Harry called out. Bell saw him approach and sighed.</p>
<p>"Mr Potter," she greeted, "What more have you to say to me?"</p>
<p>"Professor, I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."</p>
<p>Bell looked a little bit frustrated. "I just don't understand," she said, "What's
going on between the two of you?"</p>
<p>Harry smiled warmly at her. "I suppose no one told you yet," he said, "But Severus
– well – he got me out of a really bad spot."</p>
<p>Bell's expression softened as she listened to Harry. "What do you mean?"</p>
<p>Harry scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as he sought for the right
words. "You see," he said, "The family I was living with, they… they were bad for
me."</p>
<p>Bell frowned. "Bad? Harry, did they –"</p>
<p>But Harry shook his head furiously. "It doesn't really matter, Professor," he
said, "But I was in a bad way and Severus got me out of there. He offered me a home
–" Harry couldn't help his voice from trembling as he went on, "- He offered me a
family, even if it was small. He still allowed me to call it my own." Harry wiped at
his face with his sleeve, something he knew Snape would reprimand him for. "And last
Christmas –" Harry swallowed thickly and met Bell's compassionate gaze. "- He adopted
me."</p>
<p>The smile that crept on his face was unstoppable and seemed to warm Bell's
heart.</p>
<p>"Harry," she said, "I didn't know."</p>
<p>"He used to be much harsher, you know," Harry chuckled, "He was the fearsome
dungeon bat of Hogwarts, though I suppose he still goes by that name."</p>
<p>Harry shook his head at the image of him and Snape fighting in the classroom,
before… well, before everything. "I think <em>he's</em> happier as well," Harry said,
"Maybe still not as happy as I would like him, but better."</p>
<p>Bell smiled at him warmly, and without warning, she drew him into a tight hug.</p>
<p>"Oh, you silly child," she said, "You're so sweet I could squeeze you to death
right now!"</p>
<p>Thankfully, she didn't. She let go and quickly wiped at her eyes. Harry graciously
pretended he didn't notice. "But why did you feel the need to trick me like that? My
heart nearly stopped!"</p>
<p>"I think Severus just wanted to mess with you a bit," Harry said, "He has a weird
sense of humour."</p>
<p>Bell rolled her eyes. "I'll say. You can tell him that I'll get even with him for
that!"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "I will. And if you need help with that, I'm your man!"</p>
<p>"Interesting," Bell said as she thoughtfully ran a finger across her lips. "I'll
keep that in mind. Now, where do I go from here?"</p>
<p>"Just go left, Professor," Harry chuckled, "And then you go straight ahead. Call a
house-elf if you get lost."</p>
<p>"Will do," Bell said cheerfully and she disappeared behind the bend.</p>
<p>Glad to have that over with, Harry returned to Snape.</p>
<p>"You're bloody mental, you know that?" Harry said after he closed the door.</p>
<p>"Language," Snape droned.</p>
<p>"Says the man who implied a sexual relationship between the two of us to a
completely innocent Professor."</p>
<p>Snape laughed. "And where did you gather she is innocent of anything?"</p>
<p>"She just looks like it," Harry shrugged.</p>
<p>"Of course," Snape, "A solid foundation to build your trust on, the way someone
looks. Tell me, were you more enamoured by her long locks or by her amber eyes? No,
perhaps it had more to do with the chest area."</p>
<p>Harry grinned maliciously "Ah, so you <em>are</em> aware of the finer things in
life," he said, "And here I thought you were blind to any such observations."</p>
<p>"You are quite wrong," Snape said, undeterred, "I would have made a lousy spy had
I not been able to grasp the finer details of my colleagues and their interests in
others, male or female."</p>
<p>Harry stood there grinning for a while before playfully hitting Snape on the
shoulder.</p>
<p>Snape took it without flinching. "What do you think you're doing?"</p>
<p>"Just thinking," Harry shrugged, "About the possibilities."</p>
<p>"Mind your cheek, brat," Snape said, "Or I'll give you the undiluted version
already."</p>
<p>"No you won't," Harry said easily, plopping himself back down.</p>
<p>"And what makes you so sure of that?" Snape said as he grabbed the diluted Drink
of Despair off the shelf.</p>
<p>"Because you're my family," Harry said matter-of-factly, "And I know you because
of it."</p>
<p>The somewhat delighted expression on Snape's face made Harry look away as he felt
himself flush.</p>
<p>Snape cleared his throat. "Well, shall we begin?"</p>
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<p>It was a dreary Tuesday when Harry found himself seated next to Hermione and Ron
in the morning, picking at his scrambled eggs. Ginny sat a few spots further away.
She didn't seem angry anymore but she seemed distant. That was fine with Harry. Ron
didn't even seem to fault Harry for anything for which Harry was grateful. The
redhead had indeed matured.</p>
<p>When Harry looked up at the ceiling, he became aware of the pouring rain that was
going on outside. Dark clouds blotted out the sky so much, it almost seemed like the
middle of the night. Every now and then, lightning struck in the distance, followed
by the ominous roar of thunder.</p>
<p>"Blimey," Ron said, "It's a good thing we don't have Quidditch practice today. We
would probably be thrown off our brooms if we tried to fly."</p>
<p>"Trelawney seems to agree with you," Harry said, nodding towards the high table
where Trelawney was standing next to Flitwick, dramatically motioning towards the
skies and jumping with every approaching rumble.</p>
<p>"Maybe she's just scared," Hermione said.</p>
<p>"Or mental," Ron mumbled, shoving another spoonful of porridge in his mouth.</p>
<p>Harry was in the midst of peeling a banana when the doors to the great hall flew
open dramatically. The hall was illuminated by another strike of thunder, revealing
the form of two shadowy creatures in the doorway. Some students yelped in surprise.
Others drew their wands. But none were prepared for the people who strutted into the
great hall as they dripped all over the floor.</p>
<p>"Everyone, listen up!"</p>
<p>"And gather round,"</p>
<p>"For I, Fred,"</p>
<p>"And me, George,"</p>
<p>"Have returned from our glorious mission!"</p>
<p>"It's Fred and George," Ron exclaimed unnecessarily, "What are they doing
here?"</p>
<p>The Weasley twins looked beyond awful. Not only were they dripping wet, they were
also dirty beyond belief. They were smeared with mud, stinking clay and even blood.
Some barely healed scratches were visible on the both of them and Fred seemed to be
favouring his right leg. They looked thinner than they were before and honestly, they
looked like they've been to hell and back. And yet, underneath the muck, grime and
obvious fatigue, they were both grinning ecstatically.</p>
<p>The twins bowed exaggeratedly and made their way to the high table, parading
proudly as if they were peacocks, ready to impress their potential mate.</p>
<p>"Hello, ickle Ronniekins," Fred said, ruffling Ron's hair as he passed.</p>
<p>"Good to see you, sis," George grinned, patting Ginny's hair.</p>
<p>"I can't believe it," Harry smirked when he noticed George carrying a book of
sorts. He looked at Snape and saw that the Potions Master's face was a mask of
indifference. He seemed cool and collected and not at all surprised to see the
Weasley twins. But Harry recognized that glint in his eyes. Snape was very pleased
indeed.</p>
<p>Dumbledore's eyes twinkled but he made no move to greet the Weasleys. It was
almost as if he already knew that they weren't there for him.</p>
<p>"Here you are, Professor," George said as he dropped the book onto the high table
with quite the exaggerated bang.</p>
<p>"Told you we could do it," Fred said proudly.</p>
<p>Snape raised his wand and used it to scan the book that was practically dropped in
his lap. When nothing happened, he opened the book and scanned its contents.</p>
<p>"Did you copy all of it?" he asked evenly, staring into Fred's eyes as he
answered.</p>
<p>"Every single thing," Fred sighed, obviously exhausted.</p>
<p>"Well –" Snape said as his lips curled into a smile, "- you obviously lack
subtlety but I commend you on a job well done. Your mother has received the formula
some weeks ago. You may retrieve it from her."</p>
<p>"What?" George exclaimed, "You already sent it?"</p>
<p>"But what if we had failed?" Fred asked in disbelief, "You thought we couldn't do
it! You said so yourself."</p>
<p>"Did I?" Snape asked, "Well, you've certainly proved me wrong, gentlemen." He
smirked as he perused some more of the pages. After a while, he noticed that the
twins were still standing there, looking quite dumbfounded.</p>
<p>"Well?" Snape asked, "What more do you expect? A kiss on your cheek and a hug
goodbye?"</p>
<p>"Severus!" Dumbledore admonished, "Fred and George have obviously been through
much."</p>
<p>The headmaster faced the twins with a cheerful smile and opened his arms wide in
greeting.</p>
<p>"Please," he said, "Take a seat and eat with us. You are most welcome."</p>
<p>"Thanks, Professor," George said, taking a roll from the bowl that stood in front
of Snape.</p>
<p>"We'll take you up on that offer," Fred agreed, winking at the headmaster.</p>
<p>They walked back over to Ron, Fred pulling him close in a one-armed embrace,
rubbing his knuckles over his baby brother's head. "Missed us?"</p>
<p>"Not one bit," Ron grumbled, "Get off, you smell awful!"</p>
<p>"Scourgify," Hermione muttered as she cleaned the twins as best she could,
sniffing in disgust at the puddles they left behind.</p>
<p>"Where have you been?" Ron asked, "And what was that recipe Snape was talking
about?"</p>
<p>"Ah, little brother," George said, "Prepare for a fascinating tale of trials and
mischief. Filled with wonder and amazement."</p>
<p>"Monsters and ancient magic," Fred added, "As well as love gained and lost."</p>
<p>It almost appeared as if the entire student body was leaning in to listen to the
tales spun by the twins, while Snape was happily perusing his texts, vaguely aware of
Bell looking over his shoulder with much interest.</p>
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<p>It had been merely a few days since the Weasley twins had shown up in such ominous
circumstances – that many agreed on the twins must have been waiting for – to provide
Snape with what everyone seemed to think was an ordinary book. Harry knew better but
wasn't about to spill the beans to anyone except his best friends. But – truth be
told – he didn't know that much. Not even Hermione was able to tell Harry what the
book could possibly be about. All she knew was that Pythagoras had been an
alchemist.</p>
<p>"Isn't alchemy just another word for potions?" Ron had asked.</p>
<p>"Don't be daft, Ron," Hermione chided, "Alchemy is so much more than just potions.
It's a meta-skill of sorts which combines all of the different magics in its
process."</p>
<p>"But it is a very difficult skill to master," Harry supplied, "and takes years of
practice and an understanding of magic that I – to be fair – do not have."</p>
<p>"Does Snape?" Ron asked.</p>
<p>Harry wasn't sure. He had never really asked Snape if he was an alchemist simply
because it had never come up.</p>
<p>"I'll ask him," Harry said.</p>
<p>Since they were in the Gryffindor common room, and Snape was nowhere nearby, Harry
wrote on his cuff.</p>
<p>'<em>Are you well-versed in the art of Alchemy?'</em></p>
<p>It took a while before the answer came and Harry snorted at the words.</p>
<p>'<em>Yes. And you can tell Ms Granger that the book is none of her
business.'</em></p>
<p>Hermione blushed when Harry relayed the message. "I was just curious."</p>
<p>"And he's just teasing," Harry said, "It's what he does. You know him."</p>
<p>"Say, what is Bell doing outside of the portrait?" Ron asked. He had been lazily
perusing the marauder's map for no other reason but to cure his boredom.</p>
<p>"She is?" Hermione asked. "Let me see."</p>
<p>"It's not even like she's patrolling or something," Ron said, frowning, "She just…
standing there."</p>
<p>"She might just be lost," Harry said, "I'll go see what she needs."</p>
<p>When Harry opened the portrait and met the warm gaze that was professor Bell's, he
knew that she was not lost. This was exactly where she had intended to come.</p>
<p>"Harry!" she said happily, "I can't for the life of me remember the password but I
really wanted to speak with you."</p>
<p>Harry climbed out of the portrait hole and faced the History Professor with an
amused smirk.</p>
<p>"Oh?" he said, "I this what I think it is about?"</p>
<p>Bell wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "It is, young accomplice if mine. Oh yes,
indeed."</p>
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<p>The following morning, Harry woke up bright and early to go to breakfast as soon
as he possibly could. But he would need to make a small detour first. Using his
invisibility cloak – just to be sure – he snuck down to the dungeons and into Snape's
office which was connected to his private potions lab.</p>
<p>Luckily for Harry, his presence did not trigger any of the wards. He smirked to
himself. Snape was losing his Slytherin touch if he allowed Harry to just enter here
on all hours of the day.</p>
<p>He crept into the potions lab and walked over to the rack where each and every
bottled concoction was neatly lined up in order of use, their labels facing forward
in a neat fashion. Harry started turning some just a tiny bit. It was not noticeable
to anyone who didn't pay attention to such things but Harry made it so that when
facing the rack, you could not make out the entire first letter on the label.</p>
<p>After that, he moved a bottle of skele-gro to a shelf above where it was supposed
to be. He didn't take time to inspect his handiwork. Instead, he crept back out and
made to leave when he noticed a stack of papers on Snape's desk. He took the top
piece of parchment and put it in the pile completely at random. That should do it for
the day. Harry left, closing the door behind him and raced towards the great hall,
hoping that there wouldn't be too many people yet.</p>
<p>And true enough, when he arrived there, there was only one other person already
occupying her table as she read the quibbler.</p>
<p>"Hi Luna," Harry greeted.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Harry," Luna replied warmly, "You're here early."</p>
<p>"Yes," Harry replied, smirking all the while. "There was something I wanted to
do."</p>
<p>"Something mischievous, perhaps?" Luna asked airily, "The Gronkulls told me that
Professor Bell visited you last night."</p>
<p>Harry sat down next to the blonde Ravenclaw with a loud thud. "Hush, Luna," he
whispered, the sounds of their voices reverberating loudly while there was no one
else in the hall. "She did, but you can't tell anyone. Especially not Professor
Snape."</p>
<p>Luna smiled brightly. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not one to spoil your
entertainment. And Professor Snape really needs to have some fun sometimes."</p>
<p>Harry laughed. "I don't think fun is in his dictionary."</p>
<p>"Perhaps," Luna said, "Or perhaps he needs to be reminded of its meaning." She
tilted her head slightly as she regarded Harry carefully. "You know, I think you
might be the one to do it."</p>
<p>"Do what?"</p>
<p>"You are the chosen one," Luna replied carefully, "And you will deliver Professor
Snape from his worry and sadness."</p>
<p>Harry frowned, ignoring Luna's odd choice of words. "Do you really think he's
sad?"</p>
<p>"He always has been," Luna said empathically, "It's become better over time but
I've rarely seen him just happy. There's always some underlining tone of something
darker there."</p>
<p>"I think that's just his act you're seeing," Harry supplied, "He's a lot looser at
home."</p>
<p>"A mask tells us more than a face," Luna replied knowingly, "He wouldn't hide
himself away if he didn't feel like he needed protection."</p>
<p>"From what?" Harry asked, blinking in confusion.</p>
<p>Luna smiled sadly. "From caring for others," she said, "And from being cared for.
I feel that he's suffered tremendous emotional pain already."</p>
<p>"He's got <em>me</em> though," Harry said.</p>
<p>"He does," Luna agreed, "And I think that's all he'll allow himself for now. Don't
you?"</p>
<p>Harry sat there somewhat flabbergasted at Luna's words while she continued reading
her quibbler, humming an unknown tune under her breath as she did.</p>
<p>It was only a few minutes later that other people started to come into the great
hall, yawning and stretching as they walked.</p>
<p>As Harry had expected, Snape was one of the first Professors to arrive for
breakfast. He quirked a surprised eyebrow when he saw Harry sitting there already and
took his own seat at the high table.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Harry," Snape said. Since there weren't a lot of people present
yet, they could easily hear each other. "Defecting to Ravenclaw, I see? How will the
Gryffindor quidditch team ever survive this blow?"</p>
<p>"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Harry said, "Well don't worry. I'll be around
to kick Slytherin –"</p>
<p>"Language," Snape warned.</p>
<p>Now Bell and Flitwick came in together – Flitwick clearly serving as Bell's guide
– and sat down at the table as well.</p>
<p>"See you around, Luna," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Be careful of the ravens, Harry," Luna warned, "The Gronkulls told me they have
it in for a stag."</p>
<p>"I'll keep that in mind, Luna," Harry replied. He waved to her and walked away.
But instead of heading back to Gryffindor Tower, he walked straight up to the high
table and went across it to stand next to Snape.</p>
<p>"Have you gotten so little sleep that you've forgotten where your house sits?"
Snape asked, "Do I look like a Gryffindor to you?"</p>
<p>"Not one bit," Harry admitted, "I just wanted to wish you a very happy Wednesday!"
And without warning, Harry took a step forward and hugged Snape awkwardly and
shortly. Before Snape had even processed Harry's movement, the boy had pulled away
and flashed him an amused grin.</p>
<p>"Professor Flitwick," Harry greeted as he passed by. "Professor Bell." At her, he
actually winked and she acknowledged him by shaking her head in disbelief. With her
back turned towards Snape, she clearly mouthed 'subtle' and rolled her eyes to which
Harry bowed graciously before running off and sitting at the Gryffindor table where
Ron and Hermione had arrived by now.</p>
<p>"And you say the hat thought you might have done well in Slytherin?" Hermione
asked incredulously, "What was that?"</p>
<p>"He has no idea," Harry chuckled, "Don't worry. Maybe he'll think I'm sick or
something but he'll never suspect foul play."</p>
<p>"I still think you have a death wish, mate," Ron said, "Snape may have warmed up
to you but I don't think he'll let you off the hook when he finds out."</p>
<p>"<em>If</em> he finds out," Harry corrected him. "Don't forget. It's Professor
Bell who is the mastermind at work."</p>
<p>All three of them sat on the right side of the Gryffindor table where they had a
clear view of the high table and everything that was going on there. They filled
their plates with the breakfast foods of their choosing and ate absentmindedly as
they kept an eye on their defence teacher.</p>
<p>Snape seemed to sense their staring and looked at the golden trio, arching his
eyebrows in a questioning look. They averted their gaze to look at their food but
went right back to staring as soon as Snape refocused his attention on breakfast.</p>
<p>He poured himself a cup of tea but had poured a bit too harshly, causing at least
half of the scalding liquid to jump right back out of his cup and land on the
tablecloth and partly on his robes. The man looked around as if to check that no one
had seen his little mishap – Harry had seen this reaction coming and pretended to
have a conversation with his friends - and removed the spillage with a wave of his
wand.</p>
<p>Next, he wanted to grab two lumps of sugar – as Harry knew was his usual amount –
with the tweezers that were meant for them. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as Snape
obviously wasn't able to get a firm grasp on the lumps. After a few tries, he mumbled
something to himself and set the sugar aside, not bothering with it anymore.</p>
<p>Bell had noticed his predicament though and – much to Snape's mortification -
added a lump of sugar to his tea. She asked him something but he seemed to snap
something back at her rather rudely which she took in stride. She glanced over at
Harry and when she saw he was looking she alternatively held up one and two fingers
with a questioning glance.</p>
<p>Harry held up two fingers in response. Bell nodded and added a second lump of
sugar to Snape's tea who simply shoved the cup away and filled a glass with pumpkin
juice which caused no accidents.</p>
<p>"He seems grumpy," Ron said, "Maybe you shouldn't have done this on a defence
day."</p>
<p>"Please," Harry said in a low tone of voice, "It'll be fine."</p>
<p>Dumbledore had joined right when Snape was attempting to butter a piece of bread
but had pressed just a tad too hard, his knife going straight through the bread.
Snape stared at it, almost dumbfounded and Harry couldn't help it. He laughed loudly.
Snape turned his head sharply to see his son laughing at him and Harry could only
barely make out the annoyance in his eyes. It only made him laugh harder. Meanwhile,
Dumbledore had replaced Snape's piece of bread and put a hand on his shoulder, saying
something softly. Snape frowned but took the bread. He didn't attempt to butter it
anymore but simply put a slice of cheese on it and ate it.</p>
<p>"I know I've asked you this before, but he's not a morning person, is he?"
Hermione commented.</p>
<p>"He definitely is not," Harry agreed, "Especially not when he's being picked on by
a bunch of Gryffindors."</p>
<p>Snape didn't stay long at all. As soon as he was finished eating, he got up
brusquely and went to sweep out of the hallways, glaring daggers at Harry as he
went.</p>
<p>"I think he suspects something," Hermione said.</p>
<p>"He's just upset that I laughed," Harry said. "What would he even think I
did?"</p>
<p>Harry look over at the high table once more and saw that Professor Bell was
beaming at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye that reminded Harry of the
twins.</p>
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<p>That brat must have done something! What it was, Snape could not possibly imagine
but oh, it was him. The <em>bloody</em> golden trio had been staring at him from
before things had gone wrong. They <em>knew</em>!</p>
<p>Or was he getting paranoid? He must be. This was probably just a rough morning.
These mishaps could happen to anyone. Though they rarely happened to himself. Could
it have been a potion? No, he thought not. Harry knew very well that he was to report
every new potion he even attempted to create to Snape and he had brewed nothing that
would clarify what Snape could only explain as a lack of luck and an increase in
clumsiness. And Bell had certainly seemed pleased with herself when she offered to
add the sugar to his tea <em>for</em> him. As if he were four! Maybe she was in on it
too!</p>
<p>Snape sighed. No, he was really looking too much into this.</p>
<p>There was still an hour before he would have to go teach his first defence class.
He would stop by his private potions lab for a calming draught real quick and he
would be ready for the third graders who thought they were ready to face
boggarts.</p>
<p>From his office, he swept into his lab and searched the labels for the calming
draught. Wait… that's not where he put the skele-gro. Was it? Perhaps Harry had
mistakenly put it there after he was done brewing. Snape moved the potion to where it
belonged and took the calming draught.</p>
<p>He stared at his potions for a moment longer. Something didn't feel right. But he
couldn't put his finger on it. He shook himself, dispelling the thought.</p>
<p>He tried to pull the stopper out of the bottle but didn't quite succeed the first
time. Instead, his nail got stuck behind the cork, tearing it slightly. It was small
but enough to annoy him greatly. With a huff of disapproval at his own inelegance,
Snape removed the stopper on the second try and downed the potion.</p>
<p>He kicked off his boots and sat behind comfortably behind his desk, quite sure
that no one would dare disturb him yet. He glanced at the stack of assignments on his
desk. He frowned only slightly when he noticed the discrepancy but it didn't seem to
bother him as much. He must've really been out of it the previous day. Could it have
been the fire whiskey? He had only had one glass though.</p>
<p>After he took a while to gather his senses, Snape cast a quick 'Tempus' to check
the time and sighed when he realized he needed to get going. He put on his boots,
growling to himself when he accidentally tried putting the left one on his right foot
the first time – and left to go teach class. It was only after he closed the door and
tried to take a step that he noticed that his robes got stuck. It was with great
self-restraint that he didn't blast the door to pieces.</p>
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<p>By the time Snape arrived in Harry's defence class – which was the last class of
the day – he was absolutely furious.</p>
<p>"Uh-oh," Ron whispered quietly as Snape swept past them to the front of the class,
"I think you unleashed the beast, mate."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled, "What I wouldn't give for his memories of today."</p>
<p>"What are you talking about?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>"Oh right, we didn't have the chance to tell you," Harry said, "We've –"</p>
<p>"Be silent," Snape snarled at his son and godson, "Or – so help me – you will be
repainting every inch of Hogwarts."</p>
<p>Harry and Draco wisely kept their mouths shut but smiled at each other as soon as
Snape's back was turned.</p>
<p>"Today," Snape spat, "You will be learning about detecting as well as breaking
curses. If you all read the required chapters as I had instructed, you will be fine.
If not –" A malicious smile formed on the Professor's lips, "- You will suffer the
consequences."</p>
<p>Non-verbally, Snape levitated a whole slew of inconspicuous looking items out of a
bag, placing them on each student's desk. Harry received a tattered looking plastic
doll that looked like it could easily star in a horror movie. It missed its right arm
and eye and its dress was dirty and torn.</p>
<p>Harry had, in fact, read the requested chapters and was focusing on the object of
his current consternation, vaguely aware of Snape keeping a watchful eye on him. He
cast a simple '<em>Revelio'</em>, full well expecting that to not work. And so it
didn't. He could practically feel Hermione rolling her eyes at him.</p>
<p>"It can't hurt to be thorough," Harry said, shrugging all the while. On Hermione's
desk sat a black boot, acting entirely innocent.</p>
<p>Harry went through an entire sequence of spells he could think of. It didn't take
long for Neville to discover what was amiss with his 500-piece puzzle and Draco had
been able to solve the conundrum that was his Chinese puzzle trap within minutes.</p>
<p>It took Ron and even Hermione a lot longer to detect their problems and Harry
couldn't help but wonder if Snape had purposely given them the hardest ones to crack.
It didn't escape Harry's attention at all that Snape hadn't so much as lifted a
finger during this entire class. He was simply standing there, with his arms crossed,
nodding occasionally when someone had been able to break their curse. But his eyes
kept fluttering back to Harry and it soon became clear that the doll was one of two
things. It was either not cursed at all or it was cursed at a level that was far
beyond that of a Hogwarts student.</p>
<p>Interesting. So Snape must have realized that Harry had something to do with what
had clearly been a bad day.</p>
<p>Eventually, Harry smirked, crossed his arms and leaned back.</p>
<p>"Mr Potter," Snape droned, "Do you give up?"</p>
<p>"Give up?" Harry repeated, "I would never. I simply solved it."</p>
<p>"You solved it," Snape said icily, "And you expect me to believe that? When would
you have done that?"</p>
<p>"At the moment you inspected Hermione's boot, sir," Harry replied easily, "That's
when it hit me."</p>
<p>Harry fearlessly met his mentor's eyes and felt the subtle push of his Legilimency
but Occluded without a problem.</p>
<p>"So pick it up," Snape said, smirking sadistically.</p>
<p>Harry had anticipated this response and already knew exactly how to act. He moved
to grab the doll but bumped his desk unceremoniously, causing the doll to fall off.
Snape – with reflexes he honed by years of catching glass vials and potion
ingredients that found themselves into the clumsy hands of students – caught the doll
before it landed and looked at Harry just in time to meet his triumphant smirk.</p>
<p>There was a poof. There was smoke and then, Snape was gone. Harry frowned, not
knowing what had happened. Had Snape disappeared? Did he teleport to the amazon
forest or something? But then a couple of the girls screeched and jumped on their
chairs. Harry leaned over his desk to see a small grass snake slithering on the
floor.</p>
<p>"Well, well," he said in parseltongue, "Who knew you would make such a cute
snake?"</p>
<p>"Don't jusssssst ssssstand there, brat," the snake hissed. Anyone who didn't speak
parseltongue – which was the entire Hogwarts populace minus Harry – would think the
snake upset and ready to attack. And perhaps, that wasn't too far from the truth.</p>
<p>"What am I supposed to do even?" Harry asked innocently, "Unfortunately, I'm not
too good at curse breaking, and this one seems to be rather high level."</p>
<p>"Blasssssst it all! Jussssst bring me to a Professsssor before I bite you."</p>
<p>"Alright, alright. Don't get your coils in a twist," Harry chuckled, "Come
here."</p>
<p>Harry extended his arm and the snake slithered onto his wrist, squeezing so he
wouldn't fall off.</p>
<p>"Class dismissed, I guess," Harry said. He waved his wand and got all the cursed
objects to float back into the bag which he closed and took with him just in case
some poor first grader came in for some reason and saw that awesome soccer ball to
play with.</p>
<p>Slytherins and Gryffindors alike laughed heartily at the situation at hand but
they quickly made themselves scarce when Snape the snake hissed threateningly.</p>
<p>"This is what you get, you know," Harry chided, "For trying to trick me."</p>
<p>"I did no sssssuch thing," Snape argued, his forked tongue flicking in and out of
his mouth.</p>
<p>"Oh really?" Harry said, raising a sardonic eyebrow in the same fashion Snape
always did. "So you're saying that this curse is on an equal level with the
jelly-legs curse you so graciously bestowed on Zabini?"</p>
<p>"You are better than Zzzzzzabini," Snape hissed.</p>
<p>"You know, I could just leave you a snake," Harry said.</p>
<p>"And perhapssss I could cut off the blood cccccirculation to your wrisssssst,"
Snape replied, squeezing tightly.</p>
<p>"You're a grass snake," Harry chuckled, "You can't do a thing in this state."</p>
<p>"Don't tesssssst me, child," Snape hissed, "I'll have you dicccccing
Flobberwormssssss until Chrisssssstmasssss."</p>
<p>"Hey, I'm going, aren't I?" Harry said to the snake, still smiling. The students
he encountered in the hallway regarded the pair with either interest or disgust. One
lone Hufflepuff boy even took off screaming at the sight.</p>
<p>"Maybe this will get the 'The heir of Slytherin' rumours started again," Harry
said. There was only humour in his voice though.</p>
<p>"That'sssss far more acceptable than sssssstudentsssss knowing I've been coiled
around your arm," Snape said.</p>
<p>"To you maybe," Harry replied easily, "Well, here we are."</p>
<p>"Brat," Snape hissed shortly, "Find sssssssomeone more capable."</p>
<p>"She's very capable though," Harry replied, "And she's the closest by."</p>
<p>"I refussssssse," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Quite frankly, Severus, you don't have a choice in the matter," Harry said just a
tad too happy about the situation. He knocked on the door of the History
classroom.</p>
<p>"Come on in," resounded the kind voice of Professor Bell.</p>
<p>Harry opened the door and found Bell sitting at her desk, perusing a book. A stack
of sloppily piled books sat atop her desk, some of them with the edges of pieces of
parchments sticking out.</p>
<p>"Hi, Harry!" Bell greeted him, "Oh, and who is this? Is this your new pet?"</p>
<p>She placed the book she was reading on top of the pile and moved closer to Harry,
leaning forward to get a better look at the snake.</p>
<p>"It's beautiful!" she cooed, "What's his name?"</p>
<p>"Severus," Harry deadpanned.</p>
<p>Bell frowned. "That's a tad formal for a snake, don't you think?"</p>
<p>Harry laughed. "Actually, Professor, this is Severus. He cursed himself when he
tried to curse me with an object. I think he's mad at me."</p>
<p>"Nonsssssensssse," Snape hissed, "I tried no sssssuch thing."</p>
<p>Bell just started laughing. "You don't say!" she said, tears running down her
cheeks, "How unfortunate of him to pick today of all days to work on curse
removal."</p>
<p>"What isssss ssssshe talking about?" Snape hissed.</p>
<p>"I wonder what he's saying," Bell said.</p>
<p>"Remove thisssss curssssse and I ssssshall tell you myssssself?" Snape hissed
dangerously.</p>
<p>"Can you remove it?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Of course I can, Harry," Bell said easily, "Nothing to it. If you're ready?"</p>
<p>"I think it's time," Harry agreed, "We've had our fun."</p>
<p>Bell nodded and waved her wand elegantly as Harry kneeled to allow Snape to
slither unto the ground again. Finally, Bell pointed her wand at Snape and broke the
curse non-verbally. When Snape was transformed back into his old body, she crossed
her arms and leaned against her desk, smirking triumphantly. Snape's glare was
murderous but Bell seemed completely undeterred.</p>
<p>"Will you two finally tell me what's going on before I horribly disembowel one of
you?" Snape growled.</p>
<p>"It's only fair!" Bell exclaimed, "You pranked me before. And by Merlin, you got
me good."</p>
<p>Snape's gaze softened just a little. Harry thought he was probably the only one
who noticed.</p>
<p>"So, I decided to get back at you," Bell continued, "And since Harry helped you
with your own ploy, I thought it prudent to have him help <em>me</em> as well."</p>
<p>"Traitor," Snape spat viciously but Harry detected the amusement underneath.</p>
<p>"Oh, just turn around already," Bell said.</p>
<p>"Excuse me?" Snape replied in surprise.</p>
<p>"Turn around," Bell repeated, chuckling as she did. "I'll remove the rune that was
applied to your robes."</p>
<p>"You use runes?" Snape asked, but he did turn around which Harry thought was a
remarkable sign of trust when faced with someone who Snape's only known for a few
months tops. Especially considering how untrustworthy new teachers had often turned
out to be.</p>
<p>Bell waved her wand over Snape's robes and revealed a piece of paper that sort of
looked like a cut-out stick figure. A strange symbol was drawn on it. It stuck to
Snape's robes but Bell peeled it off and showed it to him.</p>
<p>Snape took it from her and ripped it up, a satisfied smirk on his face when he
dropped the pieces to the ground.</p>
<p>"And the application was no doubt Harry's rather obvious… theatrics this morning,"
he said.</p>
<p>"Subtlety does not appear to be a Gryffindor trait," Bell agreed, "But yes indeed.
You should be able to add sugar to your own tea again."</p>
<p>"I must say, that was very well played, Bell," Snape said, holding out his
hand.</p>
<p>"Glad to be considered a worthy adversary, Snape" Bell replied, shaking the
offered hand.</p>
<p>"Oh, we'll have to see about that," Snape said mysteriously.</p>
<p>"Bring it," Bell said, tilting her head in mock defiance.</p>
<p>It was not entirely on the same level as three first graders bringing down a troll
together, but Harry sensed that this too might be the start of a new friendship. Even
if it seemed to be a bit of a rivalry.</p>
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<p>Saturday morning was upon them fast as it always was when the week was
interesting. And this year, every week was interesting.</p>
<p>Snape had gotten up early – as was his habit – but had not seen Harry appear at
breakfast. It wasn't entirely strange to see. Nothing short of Quidditch practice
could wake the boy up before ten in the weekend. In fact, of the golden trio, only
Granger was eating breakfast at a respectable hour, chatting amicably with the
Weasley girl over a piece of toast.</p>
<p>Snape had gotten a very interesting message earlier that week. He looked over the
letter he had been sent with hungry eyes.</p>
<p><em>Professor Snape,</em></p>
<p><em>You've asked me to inform you before anyone else when I received a lump of
painite. It is rather small, for which I apologize but as you know, the jewel is
rather rare.</em></p>
<p><em>If you are still interested, I request you to send me a reply at your earliest
convenience. I would expect to have the painite in stock on Saturday. If you can't
come by that day, I'll be forced to sell it. It would be too much of a liability to
have lying around in the shop you see.</em></p>
<p><em>Yours,</em></p>
<p><em>P. Pippin</em></p>
<p>It had been years since Snape had asked the man to alert him should the rare jewel
ever arrive. Frankly, he had started to think that he had been forgotten. But the
letter had finally come and Snape could not hide his excitement.</p>
<p>"What are you so happy about?" Maya asked, nudging Snape slightly. "You're
practically salivating over that letter. Got some hot admirer?"</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "Nothing of the sort, Maya, I've just been invited to pick up some
painite back in the apothecary in Hogsmeade."</p>
<p>"Amazing!" Maya replied, "I've never actually seen it but I've heard it's really
beautiful."</p>
<p>"I don't need it for its beauty," Snape said, "I need it for its function."</p>
<p>"Always the practical man, aren't you?" Maya teased, "Could you show me the jewel
though? Before you splinter it into dust or whatever you do with it."</p>
<p>"If that appeases your appetite for shiny things, let it be so." Snape
complied.</p>
<p>So it was that after breakfast, Maya and Snape both walked to Hogsmeade. Snape in
silence, and Maya making remarks about every unremarkable thing they encountered on
the way, much to Snape's annoyance.</p>
<p>"Would you kindly refrain from making any more observations about the surrounding
area?" Snape asked coldly, "I am very much aware of its structure and contents, thank
you very much."</p>
<p>"What are you so grumpy about?" Maya asked, "I thought this was a happy day for
you."</p>
<p>"I wish to get to Hogsmeade sooner rather than later," Snape replied, "And your
dilly-dallying makes that sufficiently challenging."</p>
<p>"Oh, you're such a killjoy," Maya chided, "Fine. First, we get your precious stone
and then we cherish the view."</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "Or <em>you</em> cherish the view and <em>I</em> keep on
walking.</p>
<p>"I could get <em>lost</em>," Maya pointed out in mock horror.</p>
<p>Snape smirked ever so slightly, "Sleeping here might give you the insight in the
area that you seem to want to know more about. I'm merely granting you the
opportunity."</p>
<p>"Just go and get your stone already," Maya huffed as they arrived in Hogsmeade,
"We don't have all day."</p>
<p>Snape rolled his eyes and walked into the apothecary, walking straight over to the
counter to meet Mr Pippin. The old man almost seemed shocked to see Snape there. He
was sweating profusely and had a guilty look on his face.</p>
<p>"Don't tell me you've already sold it," Snape grunted, "We had a deal."</p>
<p>"I'm so sorry, Professor Snape," Pippin said, "I had no choice. They have my
daughter."</p>
<p>Before Snape could reply, he felt the presence of several people behind him. He
whirled around, wand already in hand to come face to face with Bellatrix Lestrange
and her husband.</p>
<p>"Hello Sevvie!" she greeted, "Out on a date, are you?" She inclined her head
towards the other end of the shop where Greyback had grabbed hold of Maya's arm and
was sniffing her intently. Maya slapped the werewolf in the face but the man did not
relent.</p>
<p>"Why don't you come with us, right now?" Bella asked, "And we won't hurt your new
toy."</p>
<p>"Oh, come off it, Bitch!" Maya hollered, "Who do you even think you are? You Death
eater rejects!" This time, she elbowed Greyback in the solar plexus and forced her
wrist towards the gap between Greyback's fingers and thumb as she shifted her weight,
effectively removing herself from his grasp.</p>
<p>"Get out of here," Snape yelled.</p>
<p>"I don't think so," Maya said sternly, brandishing her wand.</p>
<p>"Fool," Snape muttered. He pointed his wand at her and the history teacher was
blasted out of the shop, leaving no one but Snape, the four death eaters and Mr
Pippin in the apothecary.</p>
<p>Snape's wand arm was grabbed from behind by a strong hand, the limb twisted
painfully behind his back.</p>
<p>"Let's go on a trip, shall we?" Bellatrix said sweetly and with the loud cackle of
her sick laughter, the five death eaters disappeared with the sounds of a car
back-firing.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 13</strong></p>
<p>It only took a few seconds for Snape to determine just how much trouble he was in.
They had landed in a clearing in the middle of a forest. On impact, Rabastan had
immediately snatched Snape's wand away from him, releasing his arm when it posed no
more threat. Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Greyback had joined instantly after Snape's
forced side-along apparition. To his dismay, a young girl – not even old enough to be
attending Hogwarts yet – lay on the ground a few feet away. She was not dead but she
lay very still, her eyes fixed on something in the distance. She was not bound but
then again, that hadn't been necessary by the looks of it.</p>
<p>Carefully, he eyed his former colleagues, trying to find an opening. Perhaps he
could figure out their plans for him and perhaps he could still get out of here. If
he was fortunate enough, he would be able to take that girl with him as well. When
his eyes met Bellatrix', she grinned maliciously.</p>
<p>"Aww, don't look at me like that, Sevvie," she teased as she wiggled her index
finger in front of his face. "I know what you're thinking! Dear old Bella must be
involving me in some nefarious scheme! If I can figure out what that is, I can still
escape." She laughed at her own deduction. "But alas, Snape," she spat, "My goal
today is nothing but your pain and death. Except maybe to lure that Potter boy to
your rescue just in time to see you die."</p>
<p>"There's no way he would come willingly," Snape growled, his eyes darting around
the scenery. Perhaps if he found a large branch or sufficiently big rock, he could
get rid of at least one of his four adversaries. Perhaps even two, if he took
advantage of the stunned confusion that would surely follow."</p>
<p>"Oh, please," Rodolphus said, "You seem to be forgetting that the boy has a
Gryffindor heart. Have you already forgotten how readily he charged into danger to
try and save that godfather of his? I have no doubt he would do it again."</p>
<p>Snape's heart clenched tightly in his chest. Of course Rodolphus was right, and of
course, Snape knew this. He had only hoped that this band of randomized death eaters
might not be intelligent enough to solve a crossword puzzle together, let alone
understand what was in Harry's mind.</p>
<p>Maybe a change of subject would leave them all sufficiently distracted. "I take it
that it was the four of you who were behind the muggle attacks?" he asked smoothly,
taking a few steps away from Rabastan. The man did not follow. Yet.</p>
<p>"But of course!" Bellatrix replied, "It was all in good fun really. And when
Rookwood let slip that even those filthy muggles were celebrating the Dark Lord's
unfortunate death – a brilliant man of whom they knew nothing! – I just couldn't
control myself."</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "Rookwood is behind all this?" he asked. If that was the case,
Snape was in even more trouble than he had already realized.</p>
<p>"No," Bellatrix said in annoyance, "But he cares enough about the wellbeing of his
brothers and sisters in arms to stop by every now and then. Unlike some
<em>traitors</em>." Her eyes glinted menacingly.</p>
<p>Snape took another step towards a rock he had spotted. Its edges seemed
delightfully sharp. He might even be able to throw it to save himself some precious
seconds. If his aim was true, perhaps he could even kill.</p>
<p>"You realize he's playing you, right?" Snape said casually, "There's no other
reason for him to still come and find you."</p>
<p>"You're the only one here who plays those sorts of games, Sevvie," Bellatrix
cooed. Snape suppressed a snort. How daft was she really?</p>
<p>"Tell me, Snape," Rodolphus now said, '"Had you always been planning to betray the
Dark Lord or was it a spur of the moment thing?"</p>
<p>"You must think very little of me to even entertain the thought of me being so
impetuous," Snape replied easily. "I was never his. Everything I did was for the
light."</p>
<p>"So instead of the Dark Lord's servant, you were Dumbledore's," Rodolphus
continued, "Not a very big difference is there?"</p>
<p>"I don't think you will ever understand," Snape sneered, "since the four of you
clearly enjoy torture and murder." He gestured towards the little girl angrily.</p>
<p>"Oh, <em>her</em>," Bellatrix said, as if she was only now reminded of the
crumpled heap of human that she had no doubt positioned there herself. She turned
towards the girl and Snape took his shot. He picked up the rock which was now located
near his right foot and drew back his hand, ready to throw the blasted thing at
Bellatrix' snide face.</p>
<p>"<em>Crucio</em>!"</p>
<p>Snape's body spasmed in pain he hadn't felt in a very long time but had never
quite forgotten. His legs were suddenly unable to carry his weight anymore and his
knees buckled, dropping him to the ground. He was only vaguely aware of the sound of
his own screams. The feeling of his nerve ends burning with all the pain of a
fourth-degree burn was more of a priority to his mind. His legs contorted beneath him
and unwillingly, his body curled up on itself.</p>
<p>And then it stopped. A small trickle of blood made it past Snape's lips and he
realized he had bitten the inside of his cheek at some point. He panted and tried to
push himself upright again on trembling arms but a heavy foot positioned itself on
Snape's back and pushed him back down.</p>
<p>"You didn't really think you would be able to lay a finger on any of us, did you?"
Snarled Greyback. "In case you've forgotten how to count, there's four of us and only
one of you."</p>
<p>Snape laughed bitterly. "It would appear that it's not me who has forgotten how to
count."</p>
<p>His blurry vision was starting to become clearer when he noticed that Bellatrix
sat hunched in front of him.</p>
<p>"Oh?" she said, "Are you delusional enough to think anyone is close by enough to
help you out? Or did you think that this girl was going to throw a surprise killing
curse at one of us?"</p>
<p>"It's the four of you – well, I suppose five if you count Rookwood – against
everyone else. That's why you're skulking around like rats, isn't it? <em>That's</em>
why you pick off muggles instead of lashing out at the wizarding world. Because you
have no one left and all you can do is run. I know that you know this."</p>
<p>"My dear old friend," Bellatrix purred. She took out her wand and moved it slowly
along Snape's cheek, a deep cut appearing as she moved. "You can try to provoke me
into killing you all you want but it won't work. You see, while I do want you dead, I
have longed to cause you a great deal of pain for a very long time."</p>
<p>Snape scowled at her, not allowing himself to react to the fresh wound being
inflicted to his face. He could feel the blood trickle down his neck and could smell
copper.</p>
<p>"It's an honour to be the most important object of your thoughts, Bella." Snape
drawled, "Though I do realize just how infrequent a thought is able to occupy your
diseased mind, it's still quite the compliment."</p>
<p>"Don't talk to her like that," Rodolphus growled, punching Snape square in the
face. Snape glared icily at the man.</p>
<p>"What's this, Rodolphus?" he asked snidely, "Protecting your wife? Why, last I
remembered, you were talking about how insane she was and how you wish she would just
get herself killed already."</p>
<p>"That's not – He's lying, my love!" Rodolphus said panic-stricken.</p>
<p>"Am I?" Snape smirked, "Just peer into his mind and you will see that I'm
correct."</p>
<p>Bellatrix smiled sweetly down at Snape and twirled her wand in her hand. A sign of
uncertainty, Snape knew. "He's just trying to bring a wedge between us, pet,"
Bellatrix said evenly, "Rookwood warned us about this."</p>
<p>"You've certainly traded in for a new 'Dark Lord' rather quickly, dear Bella,"
Snape purred, "You must not have truly loved Voldemort very much."</p>
<p>Snape knew he was pushing it but was still surprised when Bellatrix' boot
connected firmly with his jaw, sending him sprawling once more.</p>
<p>"Don't you <em>dare</em> speak his name!" Bellatrix roared, "Don't you
<em>dare</em> talk about him. You shouldn't even be <em>thinking</em> about him after
what you've done."</p>
<p>Snape's jaw ached terribly but he ignored the urge to bring up his hand. He wanted
to show as little weakness as possible.</p>
<p>"I loved him more than anything," Bellatrix continued, "He was my world and you
and that Potter child tore him away from me. I can never forgive you for that!"</p>
<p>"Oh, that poor husband of yours," Snape said, trying his best to nor slur his
words because of his aching jaw. "It's no wonder he sought a way out."</p>
<p>The satisfaction that came over Snape when he saw the flash of anger in Rodolphus'
eyes helped alleviate the pain a little bit. Especially when he realized that the
anger was not entirely meant for him.</p>
<p>"Have you noticed, Rodolphus," Snape continued, "That while <em>you</em> call her
<em>love</em>, <em>she</em> calls you <em>pet</em>? It is a rather telling sign of
what you mean to her, is it not? Tell me, do you believe yourself above or below the
werewolf when it comes to rank?"</p>
<p>"That is enough out of you!" Greyback suddenly roared. He picked Snape up as
easily as he would a rag doll and slammed him into a tree. Snape managed to allow
himself only a grunt.</p>
<p>"You. Talk. Too. Much," Greyback spat word for word, allowing a pause between each
one to let his fist collide with Snape's face. The third or fourth one definitely
broke Snape's nose and he found himself appreciative of the werewolf's lacking
vocabulary.</p>
<p>Snape spat out the blood that filled his mouth, already partially seeping through
his lips and turned his determined gaze on Greyback.</p>
<p>"She's using you, you know," he grunted with more difficulty than he cared to
admit.</p>
<p>"One more word and I will tear your lips off with my teeth," Greyback hissed.</p>
<p>Snape knew that the werewolf was not kidding and wisely shut his mouth. They
stared at each other for a few more seconds before Greyback released Snape, allowing
him to fall to the floor and turned his back on him.</p>
<p>"I suggest you do something about that mouth, Bella," Greyback growled, "Before he
sways one of them –" he inclined his head meaningfully towards the Lestrange brothers
"- to betray you."</p>
<p>"You're right, of course," Bellatrix admitted, "Though I do so love to hear him
scream. How about one more Crucio and <em>then</em> I seal those lips?"</p>
<p>"You're the boss," Greyback shrugged.</p>
<p>Bellatrix laughed gleefully and pointed her wand squarely at Snape's chest. The
Potions Master braced himself but couldn't stop himself from screaming through the
agonizing curse that took hold of his body. He wrapped his arms around himself to try
and stop them from flailing but Bellatrix didn't release the curse until they
did.</p>
<p>When she had gratified her sadistic urges, Bellatrix kneeled before Snape and
cupped his chin gently with her left hand. Snape wanted to slap it away but could
barely lift a finger. Instead, he groaned.</p>
<p>"Hush now," Bellatrix said gently, "It will all be over soon. For today anyway. We
still need to alert a certain somebody to your whereabouts."</p>
<p>Before Snape could react, Bellatrix leaned forward and kissed him long and hard.
When she pulled back, her mouth was smeared with his blood. She licked her lips in
delight and Snape had to do his best not to empty his stomach.</p>
<p>"Suturis," Bella whispered.</p>
<p>Snape thought he couldn't move anymore. He had been convinced that his body had
been broken and that he would be unable to react to any more torture that day.</p>
<p>He realized just how wrong he was when he felt the invisible needle impale his
lips up and down, up and down, until a magical thread sealed his mouth shut. His
brain screamed at him, telling him to stop the agony however he could and soon he
found himself scratching at his face, attempting to stop what he knew he could
not.</p>
<p>And Bellatrix had taken her sweet time, that sadistic witch. She relished in
Snape's agony as was evident by the ecstasy on her face.</p>
<p>When she was finished, she took out what seemed to be a chipped cup and held it
under Snape's chin, gathering some of the blood that was dripping down at an unsteady
pace. Soon, the hand she used to hold Snape's face in place was covered by the red
substance but she clearly couldn't care less.</p>
<p>"You'll have to forgive me," she said when she saw Snape's cold stare. "But we
don't exactly have any inkwells in this forest. Your blood should do nicely though.
Did you have anything you wanted me to tell Potter?"</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes and glared to the best of his abilities.</p>
<p>"Oh, you want me to tell him to come to rescue you?" Bellatrix said in mock pity,
"Don't you worry. I'll tell him you said just that."</p>
<p>Snape would've lunged forward had his body not been so heavy but even if he could
have done just that, it would've amounted to nothing.</p>
<p>"Rabastan, watch the prisoner," Bellatrix ordered, "I have a message to write, and
I don't want to be disturbed by any moaning or flailing."</p>
<p>"Yes, Bella," Rabastan agreed flatly. The witch disappeared out of sight, followed
on her heels by Greyback. Rodolphus occupied himself by staring at the small girl
that still lay motionless on the floor. Snape shook his head in dismay. The
monsters.</p>
<p>"You don't know what it's like out here," Rabastan told him. Snape glared at the
man.</p>
<p>"You were regarded a hero because you were on the right side of history," Rabastan
continued, "And we now hide away like common thieves, scrounging up food wherever we
can."</p>
<p>Snape grunted and inclined his head towards the girl. Rabastan followed his gaze
and grimaced.</p>
<p>"One would say she was a necessary evil," Rabastan said after a while, "Others
would say that luring you into a trap was not necessary at the least but simply a
dangerous act to get revenge on you."</p>
<p>Snape nodded in agreement to the second.</p>
<p>"It's not like I have that much choice, you know," Rabastan said quietly, "I know
what I can do and surviving on my own out here is not it. It's either this life or
Azkaban – oh don't look at me like that. Azkaban would be infinitely worse."</p>
<p>Rodolphus glared their way before moving to the campfire, throwing in some more
wood.</p>
<p>"You're right about one thing though," Rabastan shared willingly, "Rodolphus does
not like to be around his loving <em>wife</em> at all. She's insane."</p>
<p>Snape couldn't help but wonder why the man next to him was spilling thoughts as if
he drank Veritaserum and questions were asked that only he could hear. On the other
hand, perhaps he needed a sounding board and what better use was a man whose lips
were literally sealed.</p>
<p>"One day she'll kill us," Rabastan continued, "I know that. I'm not stupid. She'll
get me first. Probably after I disagree with her on something stupid. She'll have had
enough and she'll kill me. I can only hope it will be painless. As for my brother –
well – that all depends. If he reacts too strongly to my death she'll kill him right
after. Otherwise, it'll probably be a few months. Unless he escapes before that
time."</p>
<p>Snape couldn't help himself. He shot Rabastan an incredulous look that he normally
saved to stare at the work of his most dunderheaded students.</p>
<p>"Oh, and where would I go if I ran now?" Rabastan answered his unspoken question.
"Go to Rookwood? He doesn't want company and quite frankly, he uses people."</p>
<p>Snape glanced at the little girl and back at Rabastan.</p>
<p>"Yes, Bella uses people as well. I know!" Rabastan replied. The volume in his
voice was increasing and Snape became worried that Bellatrix might hear him. "But at
least <em>she's</em> upfront about it. There are never any surprises. She means what
she says and her orders are straightforward."</p>
<p>Snape tried to smirk but found that he couldn't. Pain was his only response to the
attempted curling of his lips. He suppressed a groan and tried to move himself into a
better position. Rabastan regarded him carefully.</p>
<p>"You look pathetic," he said, "You know that, right?"</p>
<p>Snape rolled his eyes. What had they expected cornering him four against one? He
didn't know what Rabastan was trying to provoke with his childish taunting but he
should realize that Snape was unable to answer, even if he wanted to. So Snape
motioned across his mouth and looked darkly at Rabastan.</p>
<p>"I know you can't speak," Rabastan said, "That question was rhetorical, you
know."</p>
<p>He eyed Snape again and added: "Something tells me that the old Severus Snape
would never have allowed himself to be ambushed like that. Have you gone soft or
simply careless?"</p>
<p>Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. <em>That</em> question was definitely
<em>not</em> rhetorical.</p>
<p>"A bit of both, I suppose," Rabastan answered for him, "That's what you get when
you're lounging about the impenetrable safety of Hogwarts. You have a warm bed to
sleep on, good food on your table morning, noon and evening and you even have company
that doesn't look at you as if you were a cockroach."</p>
<p>Snape snorted at that last addition. Perhaps not anymore but once most of his
colleagues had regarded him exactly so. Now only a very small minority still did. And
even that seemed to be ebbing away with every time Snape went to watch one of Harry's
matches; every time someone caught him looking at the boy with a sense of pride.
Maybe he <em>had</em> gone soft.</p>
<p>"Well, if you do it's your own fault entirely," Rabastan said, "You don't exactly
have the most pleasant personality. It's really off-putting."</p>
<p>Snape frowned at the man in front of him. <em>That</em> was certainly a case of
the pot calling the kettle black.</p>
<p>"Don't give me that look," Rabastan chided, "I didn't lay a hand on you except to
bring you here. Nor did I torture that little girl. I don't relish in violence the
way Bella and Greyback do. For a long time, people actually found my company rather
delightful."</p>
<p>Snape snorted again.</p>
<p>"Don't laugh," Rabastan said, "It's true. But now – well – when you walk with
trash, you end up smelling the same."</p>
<p>Snape nodded solemnly. This was good. He could use this. Rabastan clearly wanted
out of this little arrangement. If only he could speak, he would be able to offer
terms. He could offer to talk to Dumbledore about granting them clemency. Not that
the old man would be able to hold off the righteous judgement that hung over their
heads quite like the sword of Damocles, but Rabastan didn't need to know that.</p>
<p>Snape grabbed a twig and started writing in the sand.</p>
<p><em>I could help you.</em></p>
<p>Rabastan laughed heartily as if Snape had just told him a hilarious joke. But the
glint in his eyes had been unmistakable. Snape erased the sentence and looked at
Rabastan expectantly.</p>
<p>"And how would you be able to help me?" Rabastan said softly, "Not to mention,
why?"</p>
<p>Snape exhaled strongly through his nose in exasperation with being asked two
questions at once and picked up his twig once more.</p>
<p>He wrote a number one in the sand with next to it the word '<em>Dumbledore'</em>
and below that he wrote the number two and next to <em>that</em> the word
<em>self-preservation</em>. He then looked up meaningfully.</p>
<p>"If self-preservation had been anywhere on your list of personal goals, you would
have never become a spy," Rabastan noted cleverly, "What changed?"</p>
<p>Snape erased his previous writing and wrote '<em>Harry'</em>.</p>
<p>"You have got to be kidding me," Rabastan sighed, "You loathed the boy so strongly
for all those years but now you would help me stay out of Azkaban for his sake? It
must be a cold day in hell."</p>
<p>Snape erased Harry's name from the sand and fixed Rabastan with a piercing glare
as if to say '<em>well</em>?'</p>
<p>Rabastan seemed to be in doubt but shook his head. "Let me think on it Snape," he
said, "For one, I don't think I could leave my brother behind. If I disappeared,
Bella would surely kill him in her rage."</p>
<p>More would have been said but Bella re-emerged from the trees, with Greyback on
her heels. Privately, Snape wondered if they had been doing more than letter-writing
in the thicket but quickly erased that vile thought from his mind.</p>
<p>"Oh, Snape, isn't this delicious?" Bella said, "By tomorrow, I am sure we will
have Harry Potter in our grasp to suffer as much as you will. Surely, you're looking
forward to his company?"</p>
<p>A deep noise crawled its way up Snape's throat. No words could be distinguished
but the threat was clear. Bella simply laughed.</p>
<p>"Do you honestly think you scare me?" she said, "That you scare any of us? You are
a dead man, Snape. You just don't know it yet."</p>
<p>She whistled once and a large barn owl swooped down, landing on a low-hanging
branch in Bellatrix' reach. It proudly extended its foot and she gleefully tied the
letter to it.</p>
<p>"Bring this to Harry Potter," she ordered. The owl hooted once and flew up, its
strong, wide wings carrying it across the sky in a swift manner.</p>
<p>"Don't worry, Sevvie!" Bellatrix said when the owl had disappeared from sight, "We
have not forgotten about you. In fact, we have cleared our busy schedule just to have
a bit of fun with you."</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes at the disturbing woman in front of him, his decorum not
faltering when she revealed a large knife.</p>
<p>"Now, what fingers would you mind losing the least?"</p>
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<p>Harry had had a very confusing day, yesterday. He had known that Snape was out
buying potions ingredients with Professor Bell but neither of them had returned yet.
And sure, it had been a Saturday, so there wasn't really a reason for either of them
to be back on time but this was very uncharacteristic for Snape.</p>
<p>What was even more confusing, was the message he had received on his cuff around
three in the morning. It had nearly disappeared by the time he was awake enough to
understand what was happening but he had still been able to make out the words.</p>
<p>'<em>Ignore the letter you will get this morning. Do not test me on
this.'</em></p>
<p>The penmanship had obviously been Snape's even if it had been less neat than
usual. Perhaps a side-effect from writing a message in the middle of the night. Maybe
Snape had indulged in too much fire whiskey. Perhaps, he had sent Harry an
embarrassing message that he didn't want repeated.</p>
<p>He hadn't even bothered writing anything back because he was too tired but now –
as he sat down at breakfast, noticing that Snape was still not here – he wrote him a
message.</p>
<p>'<em>Where are you? And where is Professor Bell?'</em></p>
<p>Ten minutes later, he still hadn't gotten a reply so he just shrugged and dug into
his breakfast. There were croissants today.</p>
<p>The answer to Professor Bell's whereabouts was answered at that moment. She barged
into the great hall, looking severely dishevelled as she hurriedly made her way to
the high table, not even regarding Harry with a passing glance.</p>
<p>Harry watched her approach Dumbledore, whispering hurriedly with her head bowed
closer to his. Curious and slightly worried as he was, his attention was soon
disturbed when a large barn owl landed right next to his plate and extended his foot.
Glancing at the high table once more, Harry removed the attached letter and
absentmindedly shoved some bacon and eggs towards the owl. He opened the scroll and
gasped slightly when he saw that the message was written in blood.</p>
<p>"Everything alright, Harry?" came the familiar drawl of a certain Slytherin
blonde. Ron and Hermione weren't down yet seeing how it was Sunday, but Draco never
skipped breakfast. "Wait, is that –"</p>
<p>"I think so," Harry frowned, allowing his eyes to scan the parchment as his
expression grew darker.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>My dear Potty,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I would like to cordially invite you to a party that I know you
can't wait to attend. Sevvie – for one – is simply dying to see you. Quite literally
in fact! I'm sure you wouldn't want to prolong his agony so I want you to come to
Hogsmeade as soon as you can. One of my party guests will be there to pick you up! If
you want to bring a plus one, you are welcome to. A girlfriend perhaps? The more, the
merrier! Just don't bring anyone over the age of twenty. We have enough of those
already, you see. If you do, my guest will be forced to leave prematurely and will
not come back until the next day.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Since you will be dearly missed if you refuse to show up, we will
send you a present every day. We simply can't carry on without you, you know? Today,
you will have to be satisfied with the blood Sevvie has quite unwillingly provided to
write this letter with. Tomorrow, I think I might send you a finger.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Don't run late! We might run out of body parts if you do.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>With much love,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Bellatrix Lestrange.</em></p>
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<p>Thank you all so much for your reviews! To answer a question many of you have
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 14</strong></p>
<p>Harry's eyes widened considerably at the sadistic message he received. His heart
clenched painfully and instinctively, his gaze shifted to the high table where he met
the headmaster's gaze. He quickly looked away, remembering Bellatrix' warning and
turned to Draco.</p>
<p>"Harry," he said softly, "What are you going to do about this?"</p>
<p>"I have to go, of course," Harry replied determinedly, "I'm not about to let those
cruel bastards hurt Snape anymore than they already have."</p>
<p>Harry got up from his seat and made to leave when Draco grabbed his arm.</p>
<p>"Would you stop and think?" he hissed, "Or is it not obvious enough that you're
walking right into a trap?"</p>
<p>"Of course it is!" Harry shouted, "But what do you expect me to do about this? I
can't very well just sit here."</p>
<p>"Typical Gryffindor," Draco spat. Harry pulled his arm free and tried to leave
again when Draco moved in front of him. "Look," he said, holding out his hand, "I
know you have to go. I understand! But I'm going with you."</p>
<p>"Absolutely not," Harry responded, "As you said, this is clearly a trap and I'm
not putting anyone else in danger."</p>
<p>"Is everything alright, Harry?" came Dumbledore's sudden voice. Harry looked up
and stopped himself from meeting Dumbledore's gaze just in time. He wasn't about to
allow Dumbledore a peak in his mind, especially when he was undoubtedly too emotional
to block him.</p>
<p>"No," he said honestly, "Severus hasn't returned and now Professor Bell comes back
without him. What am I supposed to think?"</p>
<p>"Severus seems to have been taken but we will sort this out," Dumbledore said, "I
will help him, this I promise."</p>
<p>"How?" Harry asked. This time, his eyes sought Dumbledore's in desperation but he
didn't feel the tell-tale sign of a Legilimens in his mind. "You don't even know
where he is."</p>
<p>"I will work something out," Dumbledore said, placing a comforting hand on Harry's
shoulder. Harry noticed that Draco was looking back and forth between Harry and
Dumbledore as if looking for a sign as to what to do or say but he didn't speak a
word.</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry said. He turned around and walked away brusquely with Draco on his
tail, leaving a concerned Dumbledore in his wake.</p>
<p>"Harry," Draco urged again, "We need a plan."</p>
<p>"There is no 'we' Draco," Harry said sternly, "I'm going alone and there's nothing
you can do to stop me."</p>
<p>"Oh, isn't there?" Draco said slyly, "I'm going <em>with</em> you and there's
nothing <em>you</em> can do to stop <em>me</em>."</p>
<p>"Petrificus Totalus," Harry snarled, his wand raised in the blink of an eye. But
Draco was not bad himself. He had raised a shield just in time to protect himself and
the spell fell flat.</p>
<p>"You imbecile," Draco growled, "Would you stop for just a few minutes to think
about what you're doing?"</p>
<p>"And what happens to Severus in those minutes?" Harry asked as he kept walking,
"You've experienced the Cruciatus curse, you know what a few minutes of that feels
like."</p>
<p>This time, Draco grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and whirled him around, forcing
the distraught Gryffindor to look at him.</p>
<p>"You're only going to get yourself killed at this rate," Draco said in
exasperation, "Do you believe – even for a second – that they're going to let Severus
go the minute you show up?"</p>
<p>"It's me they really want," Harry replied evenly.</p>
<p>"Oh, don't flatter yourself," Draco spat, "You're the boy-who-lived, that's true.
But Snape is a traitor in their eyes. Not only that, but he was also a big part of
the Dark Lord's demise." He sighed without releasing Harry and glanced towards the
door they had just used to get out.</p>
<p>"I think you should tell Dumbledore. He will probably know what to do."</p>
<p>"If whoever is waiting for me sees Dumbledore, they will leave," Harry said, "I
don't want to be responsible for Severus losing any fingers. He'll never forgive me
for that."</p>
<p>"He would forgive you anything!" Draco replied harshly, "Especially the things
that aren't your fault."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged himself loose but didn't continue walking. His desperate and
forlorn expression now locked onto Draco's, seeking refuge in the calm and certain
expression Draco wore.</p>
<p>"What do I do?" he asked, sounding very much lost.</p>
<p>Draco smiled slightly and casually sat down on the front steps, patting the space
next to him for Harry to sit on.</p>
<p>"Let's figure that out," Draco said. Harry obediently sat next to the blonde and
put his head in his hands, looking absolutely distressed.</p>
<p>"First of all," Draco said, "Stop worrying so much. Yes, Bellatrix is batshit
crazy but Snape has been in these kinds of situations often enough. Not only does he
know how to get out of them, he is also perfectly capable of ignoring the pain."</p>
<p>"I don't want him to have to, though," Harry frowned, "Those days are supposed to
be behind us. Why is it always us?"</p>
<p>"It's not," Draco replied, "They went after a whole bunch of muggles first."</p>
<p>Harry didn't know what to reply to that so he just nodded dejectedly.</p>
<p>"Now. We know that Bellatrix is among the group. She's dangerous but predictable.
It's highly unlikely that she has some scheme going on that's multi-layered and
complicated. The problem is that she's probably not alone."</p>
<p>"No," Harry agreed, "There's at least one more death eater among her group. That
guest she was speaking of."</p>
<p>"Exactly," Draco said, "Not only that but if I believe the articles written about
the slaughter of those muggles – as it has been portrayed in many different
newspapers – I can honestly say that Greyback is probably among them as well."</p>
<p>"How can you tell?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Once you have seen the way Greyback works, you can recognize it immediately,"
Draco responded darkly. "However, I very much doubt that even Bellatrix is stupid
enough to send Greyback out into Hogsmeade. The man has no self-control and would be
a liability. Chances are that if he – for example – saw Dumbledore emerge, that he
would sooner attack than retreat as Bellatrix promised they would do. Therefore, I
think it's safe to conclude that there's at least three of them.</p>
<p>"That puts us at a disadvantage," Harry said.</p>
<p>"I should say so," Draco agreed, "Especially since Snape has no doubt been
disarmed. That's why I think we should bring an extra wand for him to use just in
case we can manage to slip it to him."</p>
<p>"Where are we going to find one?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"I'll swipe one from the firsties," Draco said dutifully.</p>
<p>"As for Dumbledore," Draco then said, "Do we have any Polyjuice lying around here,
perchance."</p>
<p>Harry was very much aware of the stock and inventory of both the school's potions
and those of Snape. At home, he might have some but here at Hogwarts he most
decidedly didn't. So he shook his head.</p>
<p>"That's a shame," Draco said, "And we can't very well wait a month to brew some.
So I guess you're right and that we can't ask Dumbledore for help. Would you be open
to asking Professor Bell what happened, though? It would save us the time of asking
around."</p>
<p>"I guess that's not a bad idea," Harry admitted, "We just can't tell her what
we're doing."</p>
<p>"Maybe not yet," Draco agreed, "I would, however, advise you to let Dumbledore
know what we're doing before we actually meet up with this death eater, at least.
Maybe you can send a Patronus his way once we're ready to go? I know you can cast
that modification that allows for communication."</p>
<p>"I can do that," Harry said, "It should give us enough time."</p>
<p>"Okay, so that's settled then," Draco said, "I'm going to get myself an extra wand
and afterwards, we'll go talk to Bell."</p>
<p>"Or I do that while you go get that wand," Harry offered, wanting to waste as
little time as possible.</p>
<p>"I could recognize our opponents from her description if it's good enough," Draco
explained, "You could probably not."</p>
<p>Harry growled under his breath, knowing that Draco was right.</p>
<p>"Fine," he said, "But hurry up, okay?"</p>
<p>Without another word, Draco darted across the hallway, heading to the dungeons.
For a moment, Harry considered going by himself, after all, leaving Draco safe at
Hogwarts but he knew that he needed the blonde's help. Especially if he wanted to get
both him and Snape out of there alive.</p>
<p>Frustrated with his own lack of cunning, Harry crossed his arms and leaned against
the wall, waiting for Draco's speedy return. Before the Slytherin could, though,
Professor Bell exited the great hall and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw
Harry.</p>
<p>"Harry!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Are you waiting for someone?"</p>
<p>Harry uncrossed his arms and met Bell's worried gaze.</p>
<p>"Yeah," he admitted, "I'm waiting for Draco."</p>
<p>"Well, while I have you here, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am."</p>
<p>"What for, Professor?"</p>
<p>"For letting them – wait, do you even know what happened?"</p>
<p>"No, I don't," Harry admitted, "I would appreciate it if you could tell me when
Draco gets here though. He's Professor Snape's godson and is also very worried about
him."</p>
<p>"Of course," she said.</p>
<p>They stood in awkward silence for about ten minutes, waiting for the Slytherin to
return. Harry noticed that Bell was injured. Nothing too bad but she sported a fairly
large bruise near her collarbone and she had a nasty cut above her right eye.</p>
<p>"I'm back," Draco announced, drawing Harry out of his thoughts. "Oh, Professor,"
he added.</p>
<p>"Mr Malfoy," Bell greeted courteously, "I thought it would be fair of me to tell
you both what happened back in Hogsmeade."</p>
<p>"That would be appreciated," Draco replied. Harry looked at her expectantly.</p>
<p>"We were going to the apothecary, you see," she said, "To pick up some rare
ingredient but it soon became clear that Mr Pippin did not, in fact, have the jewel
but had lured Professor Snape into a trap."</p>
<p>She swallowed thickly and frowned as she continued. "Anyone would recognise
Bellatrix Lestrange from the papers," she said softly, "As well as that foul
werewolf, Greyback. There were two others whom I didn't recognize. Greyback grabbed
me but I managed to escape him. I wanted to help. I really did! But Sev – Professor
Snape basically threw me out of the apothecary. By the time I was able to rush back
inside, they were gone."</p>
<p>"It was not your fault, Professor," Harry said.</p>
<p>Bell smiled at him wryly. "Thank you, Harry, but I can't help but feel somewhat
responsible. Perhaps if Severus hadn't taken the time to get me out of harm's way, he
would have been able to save himself."</p>
<p>"Not from four death eaters," Harry said softly, "Not when they had planned for
this so obviously."</p>
<p>Harry took a shuddering breath, clenching his fists tightly. He had shopped at Mr
Pippin's often and had always thought the man to be kind and respectful. How could he
have betrayed Snape like that?</p>
<p>"Did Mr Pippin say why he did what he did?" Harry asked softly, anger obvious in
his voice.</p>
<p>"His daughter was taken," Bell replied darkly, "He was promised her return after
tricking Snape but by the time I left, they still hadn't."</p>
<p>"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned, "What is wrong with those people?"</p>
<p>"Could you describe the two death eaters you didn't recognize?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>"One was a tall, thickset man with very dark hair," Bell replied, "And the other
man was quite thin, the same dark hair as the other."</p>
<p>"The Lestrange brothers," Draco hissed, "That makes sense, I guess. Rodolphus is
married to Bellatrix, after all."</p>
<p>"What a fool," Harry spat.</p>
<p>"Yeah well, they all are," Draco said. "Thanks for the information,
Professor."</p>
<p>"I just know that professor Dumbledore will find him," Bell said encouragingly.
Harry thought she might even be believing her own words and he was not about to
disillusion her of that notion.</p>
<p>"Yes," he replied, "He will."</p>
<p>Bell nodded, glanced over Draco and Harry one last time and hurried back inside
the great hall, no doubt to talk with Dumbledore some more.</p>
<p>"Get your invisibility cloak and we can be off," Draco said.</p>
<p>"They are expecting me, you know," Harry replied flatly.</p>
<p>"Not for you, you dunce," Draco spat, "For me. Whatever advantage we can get, we
should take, don't you think?"</p>
<p>"You're right, of course," Harry said, "I'm sorry. I'm not thinking straight. I'm
just so –"</p>
<p>"I'm worried as well," Draco interjected, "But we can do this. Get your cloak and
meet me outside the castle. Someone is bound to ask questions if I linger here."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry nodded and went to retrieve his cloak.</p>
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<p>Amazingly enough, Ron had still been asleep. So all Harry had to do was not make
any noise and get his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. Luck must've been on his
side because the redhead merely turned around in his sleep, chewing on his pillow as
he mumbled something incoherently.</p>
<p>Hermione had not been around either so Harry had quickly made his way back out of
the tower and down to the castle gates.</p>
<p>When he met Draco's gaze, the two boys nodded to each other in understanding and
Harry handed over his cloak.</p>
<p>"I think it's best that I wear it immediately," Draco said, "We can't know just
where our escort will be and from how far away they can see our approach. I'll keep a
hand on your shoulder at all times so I am apparated with you, even if it should
happen suddenly.</p>
<p>"Sounds like a plan," Harry replied shortly. He was quite sick of talking already.
The thought of Snape in more pain with every precious second they were wasting, made
him physically ill. As soon as he felt Draco's hand on his shoulder, he started
walking. Neither of them said another word until they reached Hogsmeade.</p>
<p>Before they entered the town, Harry dutifully cast his Patronus and told it to
tell Dumbledore that he and Draco were going to save Snape and to perhaps have some
medical attention at the ready in Hogsmeade.</p>
<p>Harry heard Draco take a deep breath as if the boy was steeling himself for what
was to come. The hand on his shoulder was trembling slightly but Harry could not
blame the boy. He was pretty nervous himself.</p>
<p>In a flash, Snape's warning to just ignore the letter flashed through Harry's mind
and he chuckled wryly to himself. Hopefully, they would both be able to get out of
there alive enough for Harry to take his punishment in stride.</p>
<p>A slight shove from behind him urged Harry to keep on walking. The boy looked
around, half expecting to be jumped at any moment but saw no one.</p>
<p>"Harry!" came a sudden jovial voice that Harry didn't recognize. He looked to his
right to see a thin man with dark hair approaching him with a big grin on his face.
Draco's hand tightened on his shoulder, warning Harry of the presence of the death
eater.</p>
<p>"So good of you to come," the man said happily, "Follow me if you please."</p>
<p>Harry didn't say a word but followed the man into a narrow alleyway that seemed to
be completely deserted.</p>
<p>"You didn't bring a plus one?" the man asked and Harry thought he saw
disappointment in his eyes. Fewer people for him to torture and kill, he
supposed.</p>
<p>"Well, I'm Rabastan and I will be your escort today." He elegantly extended his
arm towards Harry who took it without a doubt in his mind. The only thought that went
through his head was that it was rather odd for the death eater not to take away his
wand but he counted his blessings and just went with it.</p>
<p>The feeling of being sucked through a narrow tube was one he would never be able
to get used to. He felt the hand on his shoulder grasp him very firmly and was very
relieved when his feet finally met with solid ground.</p>
<p>The first thing he heard was the same maniacal cackle he had heard the night
Sirius was killed. It made him want to just walk up to the witch it originated from
and snap her neck just to shut her up.</p>
<p>Instead, he stood calm and collected, awaiting what would happen next. Draco had
let go of Harry's shoulder and his presence had gone away. Wherever the boy had
skulked off to, Harry didn't know. But he trusted in Draco's abilities.</p>
<p>"Hello, Potty!" Bellatrix greeted cheerfully, "So nice of you to join the party! I
was wondering if you would show up today."</p>
<p>Harry glared at her darkly before allowing his gaze to roam across the area. Right
next to him stood Rabastan who had been kind enough to introduce himself. Bellatrix
stood about ten feet in front of him with Greyback to her right and Rodolphus to her
left. Near the edge of the clearing lay the body of a young girl. Harry could not
tell if she was alive or not. Probably not. On the other side of the clearing lay
Snape, slumped against a tree. His eyes were wide-open and spat fire in Harry's
direction. Worry overcame Harry when he noticed the pained way in which Snape carried
himself, the blood that was smeared across his skin and the fact that the man hadn't
uttered a word yet.</p>
<p>"I can see that you missed him," Bellatrix teased when she caught Harry staring,
"Don't worry. He's still in one piece. Mostly."</p>
<p>She laughed again and threw something in Harry's direction. It landed in front of
him and Harry clenched his jaw when he recognized it for what it was. A finger.</p>
<p>"You're a monster," Harry said, "Just as much as Tom was."</p>
<p>Bellatrix stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes at Harry.</p>
<p>"You dare!" she screeched, "You dare refer to him by his father's name. He hated
that name."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "He hated many things. By that standard, there isn't all that much
we can talk about anymore."</p>
<p>Greyback frowned and for a second he looked over his shoulder as if inspecting
Snape. Harry panicked for a second, thinking he might have heard something but when
Bellatrix shrieked again, he returned his attention to her.</p>
<p>"You won't be talking much at all anymore, Potty," Bellatrix spat, "But don't
worry. Soon you will see that godfather of yours again."</p>
<p>"I will make you beg for your life," Harry growled, "Just like I made Tom beg for
his."</p>
<p>"You LIE!" Bellatrix shrieked so loudly that both death eaters behind her took a
step back. "He would NEVER beg for mercy!"</p>
<p>"Ah, but you weren't there now, were you?" Harry said cheekily, "No, he died all
alone. Surrounded by his enemies. We crushed him, you know. We crushed his body and
his spirit."</p>
<p>"I don't believe you," Bellatrix cried, covering her ears with her hands and
stomping her feet as if she was throwing some kind of tantrum. "I DON'T BELIEVE
YOU!"</p>
<p>Harry kept his eyes trained on Bellatrix but noticed it when Snape stiffened
nonetheless. Draco must've made it to him.</p>
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<p>Snape didn't know if he should be furious with Harry for falling for what could
only have been a trap without even thinking of bringing any back-up or saddened by
the fact that he was here and would now most likely suffer the same fate he had.</p>
<p>He wanted to move. To manoeuvre himself to stand with his son if at all possible,
but even if his body would have been willing to cooperate, he was magically bound to
the tree he was sitting against. He couldn't even speak to Harry with the curse that
bound his lips together.</p>
<p>He winced when Bellatrix started screaming at Harry. Greyback glanced over to him
for a second, as if to check if he was still there but where would they even suspect
him to go now? Snape allowed his gaze to wander, desperately searching for a way out.
If he could only access his wand but it had been snatched and stowed in Bellatrix
robes somewhere.</p>
<p>Why was Harry egging that lunatic of a woman on? Now she was screaming at him at
the top of her lungs and the boy just stood there, looking as cocky as ever. He had
his wand in his hand. Rabastan didn't take it from him? Good. Perhaps he could count
on the man just yet.</p>
<p>He stiffened when he felt another presence in his direct vicinity. Something
touched his hand but he couldn't see it. Despite his restraints, Snape smiled
lightly. Harry <em>had</em> brought someone. Sneakily, a wand was slipped into his
hand, which he hid away instantly. He performed a series of short wand movements,
trying to remain inconspicuous as he did, removing the bonds that bound him to the
tree.</p>
<p>He glanced towards his adversaries, making sure that they hadn't noticed. When he
was satisfied that their attention was on Harry entirely, he focused on removing the
curse from his lips. It too fell to his expertise.</p>
<p>Excellent. Things were suddenly moving at a much faster pace than he had
anticipated but he could work with this. His eyes searched Rabastan's and found them
immediately. It was as if the man was waiting for him. When their eyes met, Snape
flicked his gaze towards Rodolphus and glanced back at Rabastan, glaring fiercely. He
did this a couple of times before Rabastan nodded ever so slightly, only enough to be
noticed by someone looking for it.</p>
<p>Harry seemed to have noticed that Snape was good to go. Or at least, as good to go
as he could possibly be a the moment. The boy raised his wand while Bellatrix was
still shrieking, her attention severely diverted and shouted.</p>
<p>"Expelliarmus!"</p>
<p>As distracted as Bellatrix was, that might have been effective had Greyback not
lunged forward at that exact moment, knocking Bellatrix off balance but also out of
the way.</p>
<p>"You didn't take his wand?' Bellatrix screeched but her attention could not stay
on Rabastan too long for she was almost hit with a stunning hex from behind which she
only narrowly managed to dodge, partially because of Greyback's earlier interference.
Rodolphus was about to help Bellatrix out but Rabastan moved to the left of Harry so
he was in his brother's line of sight and struck him with a stunning hex that easily
hit its mark.</p>
<p>Greyback might have been a wizard, but he was also a werewolf. And where Remus
always did his best to suppress the beast within, Greyback was clearly more the type
to embrace it. Which is why – rather than brandishing his wand – he had leapt forward
and nearly grabbed Harry by the throat. The boy was fast enough to evade the man's
grabby hands and dodged to the side.</p>
<p>He cast a nonverbal stunning hex in the werewolf's direction. Greyback twisted his
body slightly, causing the hex to fly right by his shoulder. He growled and lunged
forward again but Harry cast a shield charm which Greyback slammed into harshly.
Enraged, he shouted all sorts of profanities while Harry took some more steps
backwards to increase the distance between him and his opponent. If he would happen
to end up in close combat with this man, it would all be over within seconds.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Bellatrix was doing her best to dodge hexes that seemingly appeared out
of nowhere. She tried to give as good as she got but only managed to blast the trees
in the distance, missing whatever target was hiding from her. Snape had carefully
righted himself, still leaning against that tree and aimed his wand, trying to keep
his hands steady but not quite succeeding.</p>
<p>"Sectumsempra," he roared and a cutting curse – that seemed to come as a complete
surprise – severed the index finger of Bellatrix' left hand as well as a portion of
her middle finger. She screeched in either pain or range when she aimed her wand at
Snape.</p>
<p>"Time for you to DIE!" she screamed, aiming her wand at Snape's chest but before
she could utter her next spell, she was forced to dodge another curse that was thrown
her way out of nowhere.</p>
<p>"Coward!" she yelled, "Show yourself before I slaughter you for your
impudence!"</p>
<p>Harry tried as best he could to ignore Bellatrix screeching. The enemy he was
facing was not to be trifled with. He wasn't sure what exactly had caused Rabastan to
curse his own brother and withdraw from the fight, but he was very thankful for the
apparent change in allegiances. By now, Greyback had drawn his wand and was firing
blasting curse after blasting curse Harry's way. While not refined, there was a large
amount of force behind each spell and it was all Harry could do to keep himself from
falling to the ground, even when erecting a proper shield.</p>
<p>When Greyback cast the killing curse, Harry dove aside, seeking shelter behind a
nearby tree. He wouldn't let the werewolf advance on him though, so he took a chance
and cast a nonverbal '<em>Incendio'</em> in his way.</p>
<p>Greyback was taken by surprise and hissed painfully when his arm was set ablaze
but he cast a quick Aguamenti and doused the flames. Soon after, another blasting
curse was thrown Harry's way and he made the wise decision to leap forward because
the tree he was seeking shelter behind was ripped to shreds.</p>
<p>"Impetus Tempestatis!" Bellatrix screeched. She lifted her wand above her head and
made large, exaggerated circles in the air. A forceful wind appeared and picked up
speed, swaying the trees dangerously and causing all sorts of loose branches and
debris to take flight. Unfortunately, so did Harry's invisibility cloak, revealing
Draco beneath it.</p>
<p>"You!" Bellatrix yelled, beside herself with rage. "Another traitor joined the
party!"</p>
<p>Draco ignored her and tried getting her with another stunning hex but was too
slow. Bellatrix retaliated but was met with Draco's shield.</p>
<p>Harry dodged curse after curse, firing back whatever he could. Many of his spells
hit their target, wounding Greyback severely but the man didn't seem at all fazed by
his injuries. They only seemed to enrage him more. No words or intelligent taunts
came from him. There was only the snarling of a mad beast. With all this dodging,
Harry was coming dangerously close to the area where Draco and Snape were fighting.
And Snape did not look as if he would be able to fend off a raging werewolf as well
as a maddened Bellatrix.</p>
<p>"Stricta!" Harry bellowed, aiming true. Greyback suddenly halted his progress, his
body engulfed by a large black sphere that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.
Harry knew it would only be temporary though. Satisfied that his distraction would
probably last long enough, Harry focused on the tall oak tree behind him.</p>
<p>"Vivet Arbor," he chanted, placing his wand against the trunk of the tree in a
horizontal fashion. Greyback was pounding against the black sphere that surrounded
him, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as he raged. He had become so feral
that he was injuring himself as he tried to claw his way out of his prison. Harry
tried not to allow the werewolf to break his concentration. He focused as hard as he
could, chanting the spell over and over again until he heard a snap, followed by the
thunderous footsteps of the furious death eater, ready to tear him to pieces.</p>
<p>Harry removed his wand and prepared to raise a shield, painfully aware that he
would be too late when the werewolf was once again stopped in mid-air. Thick branches
curled around Greyback's limbs as they raised the man into the air. For the first
time since the start of the battle, Harry could detect fear on Greyback's face. Good.
This fear must have been what all the muggles had felt when he tore them to
shreds.</p>
<p>Harry looked on without remorse as the tree tightened its grip and pulled
strongly. Harry could hear the snapping of tendons, the breaking of bones and the
tearing of flesh. With one gruesome yank, the tree had effectively torn off
Greyback's right arm. Blood streamed freely as the werewolf howled in pain. But Harry
was not yet finished. The tree retained its hold on Greyback's legs and pulled
harshly in opposite directions. It was not soon after that the right leg gave way
with an audible pop of the thighbone that was removed from its socket. This limb too
was carelessly tossed aside. More blood erupted from the werewolf's body and Harry
knew that he would not live long. The tree froze again with the death eater still in
its grasp as he slowly bled out. Harry walked away, refocusing his attention on
Bellatrix.</p>
<p>All three parties involved in the fight were injured and Harry noticed that Snape
could barely stand. A whirlwind swirled around Bellatrix, effectively shielding her
from most attacks but preventing her from doing any further damage herself.</p>
<p>"Give it up, Bellatrix," Harry yelled in an attempt to raise his voice above the
sound of the harsh winds. "Your werewolf is dead. Your lackies have abandoned you.,
You're all alone."</p>
<p>"NO!" she screeched, "I will never be alone! I have HIM!"</p>
<p>"He is dead!" Harry responded, "There is only one more option for you and that is
Azkaban."</p>
<p>Bellatrix laughed uncontrollably, the strong winds only picking up in speed.</p>
<p>"I will <em>never</em> go to Azkaban, boy!" she cried out, "But you will find
yourself dead! And so will those traitors behind you!"</p>
<p>Snape slumped somewhat against the tree and Bellatrix seemed to see this as her
chance. With a flick of her wand, she stopped the whirlwind, debris flying in every
which way due to the momentum it had.</p>
<p>"Frango!" Bellatrix cried, aiming her wand in Snape's direction but Harry was
faster. He leapt to the right so he was closer to his father and cast a nonverbal
Protego. The spell rebounded on Bellatrix who shrieked and narrowly dodged. A crack
seemed to appear in her wand.</p>
<p>"Secare!" Came the next hex. Harry blocked it easily while he approached the witch
in front of him. Bellatrix seemed to have lost her mind entirely and the spells she
cast were as unhinged and unfocused as she was.</p>
<p>"Bombos," she cried and Harry reflected it again, taking more steps in her
direction, glowing with a confidence he didn't know he had. More of the wand's wood
splintered in Bellatrix' hand.</p>
<p>"Give it up," Harry said coldly. "You lost."</p>
<p>"Avada Kedavra!"</p>
<p>At point-blank range, it was impossible for Harry to dodge the killing curse. His
eyes widened when he realized that his life was over. Somewhere to his right, he
could hear Draco scream and suddenly his vision was filled with nothing but green
light.</p>
<p>When the light faded, the lifeless body of Bellatrix Lestrange lay in an inelegant
heap before him, her wand broken in half.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 15</strong></p>
<p>Harry stood there in a daze, still reeling from the knowledge that he had come
very close to death once more. His eyes were fixed on the limp form of Bellatrix,
searching for a sign of life. When he found none, he released a breath he didn't
realize he was holding.</p>
<p>"Is she –" came Draco's doubtful voice.</p>
<p>"As a doornail," Harry replied softly. He felt sick to his stomach. With a sudden
flood of realisation, he turned around to face his mentor. Snape was breathing
heavily, holding himself upright against the tree he had been bound to before. He was
deathly pale and Harry knew that they needed to get back to Hogsmeade now.</p>
<p>"Do you know how to apparate?" he asked Draco.</p>
<p>Draco frowned. "I do," he replied, "But I've never tried side-along apparition. I
think I could take one person with me but that's it."</p>
<p>"I believe I could be of assistance," noted a voice.</p>
<p>Harry swirled around so fast he thought he might've given himself a whiplash. His
wand was still drawn and he trained it on Rabastan Lestrange. The death eater simply
raised his hands in surrender, smiling kindly.</p>
<p>"Come now, Mr Potter," he said, "I think there's been enough death for one day,
don't you?"</p>
<p>Harry said nothing. He stared at the man who was standing next to the stunned form
of his brother and remembered that he had contributed nothing to the fight.</p>
<p>"What's your angle?" Harry spat.</p>
<p>"I made a deal with dear old Severus," Rabastan said. "Go ahead and ask him. Why
do you think I allowed you to hold on to your wand? And why do you think I took out
my brother?"</p>
<p>Harry glanced at Snape, not sure if he would be able to get a valid response out
of the man but their eyes met and Snape nodded.</p>
<p>Harry still didn't trust the man. He was a death eater after all. But he realized
that he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. If Snape didn't get medical
attention soon, he might still die.</p>
<p>"You take Severus," Harry told Draco. If anything went wrong, at least Snape would
make it to Hogsmeade.</p>
<p>"Harry –" Draco said but Harry held out his hand to stop him.</p>
<p>"We have no time to discuss this," he said, "Go now. We'll be right behind
you."</p>
<p>"Out of the – urgh – question," Snape protested but Harry simply looked at him
with fierce determination.</p>
<p>"This time, you have no say in the matter," he said and nodded to Draco to signify
that they should leave. The blonde did not fight him anymore, grabbed Snape's arm and
with a loud bang, he disappeared.</p>
<p>Harry summoned his invisibility cloak to him as well as Snape's wand that was
hidden in the folds of Bellatrix' robes. After a moment's consideration, he summoned
Severus' severed finger as well.</p>
<p>"We're taking the girl with us as well," Harry said coldly.</p>
<p>Rabastan glanced at the lifeless body of their victim and frowned. "I honestly
don't see the point but whatever you say, champ."</p>
<p>Harry lifted the girl into his arms and went to stand next to Rabastan who was
kneeling next to his brother.</p>
<p>"If this is a trap," Harry growled, "You can be sure that your fate will be worse
than that of your werewolf friend."</p>
<p>"A bit dark but duly noted," Rabastan replied much too cheerily in Harry's
opinion. "Well, grab hold, I would say," the man added.</p>
<p>Harry grabbed Rabastan's shoulder tightly while he struggled to keep the girl
balanced properly in his arms. Rabastan took hold of his brother's arm and apparated
out of the clearing.</p>
<p>When Harry popped back into existence, he was slightly overwhelmed by the crowd
surrounding him as well as the noise that emanated from it. They were surrounded by
Aurors who were – in turn - surrounded by curious civilians. Dumbledore stood
somewhere to the side and had looked at Harry intently when he came back. He smiled
at him before turning back to whatever he was doing. Harry couldn't tell because of
the crowd surrounding him but since he didn't see Snape anywhere, he presumed that
Dumbledore was tending to him.</p>
<p>Rabastan raised his hands in the air, surrendering himself and his brother.</p>
<p>"Gently, fellows," he said, "I did help your golden boy, after all."</p>
<p>Harry sneered and wanted to say something when someone broke through the crowd,
hurrying towards Harry.</p>
<p>"Suzie!"</p>
<p>It was Mr Pippin. When he saw the still body in Harry's arm, he released a
strangled cry and sank to the floor. Harry kneeled next to him and handed the man his
daughter.</p>
<p>"She's still alive," he said softly. But that was all he could say. Frankly, he
didn't expect the girl to ever recover from this state if Neville's parents were
anything to go by.</p>
<p>The Aurors took Rabastan into custody and awoke Rodolphus before doing the same to
him. The befuddled death eater was completely confused and glared wildly at the
surrounding crowd but when he looked at Rabastan, his brother merely shook his head
in resignation.</p>
<p>"It's over," he said solemnly.</p>
<p>"Thank Merlin," Rodolphus replied.</p>
<p>Harry made his way through the bodies that surrounded him. Some people parted
immediately for him while others seemed to insist on checking him over to see if he
was alright. But all he wanted to do right now was reach Snape and make sure that he
would be alright.</p>
<p>Finally, he broke through the crowd and reached Dumbledore who was now kneeling
next to Snape. Draco stood there, looking decidedly lost. Pomfrey, as well as some
Aurors that had received medical training, were tending to him fervently.</p>
<p>"Excuse me," Harry interrupted, feeling quite silly for what he was about to do.
When one of the Aurors looked up, he produced the finger out of his pocket and handed
it over. "I managed to take this with me."</p>
<p>"Oh Harry, there you are," Pomfrey said when she recognised his voice. She glanced
towards the finger in Harry's hand and frowned. "I'm sorry but I fear that it's far
too late for that."</p>
<p>"Oh," Harry said, dropping his hand. "How is he?"</p>
<p>"We've managed to stabilize him for now," Pomfrey answered, "But he will need time
to recover. I would send him to St. Mungo's –"</p>
<p>"He would hate that," Harry interrupted.</p>
<p>"Yes, well, quite frankly I think it's rather ridiculous to agree with the
patient's wishes in a case such as this but the headmaster –" she inclined her head
towards Dumbledore sharply, "- seems to agree with your sentiment and has made it
clear that Severus is to stay at Hogwarts."</p>
<p>"He will be safer here, Poppy," Dumbledore said, "There are still more death
eaters out there. I can't be sure if they too would seek revenge but if they do, St.
Mungo's is the first place they would check."</p>
<p>Harry kneeled next to Snape where he still found some room to do so and took hold
of his hand. Snape's eyes remained closed and he was completely unresponsive. Harry
hated seeing him like that. He felt the unmistakable sting of tears trying to force
their way out but he refused to allow them to fall. He squeezed Snape's hand a bit
tighter and inhaled deeply.</p>
<p>"Please be alright," he said softly. "Please, dad." In an attempt for comfort, he
placed Snape's hand against his own cheek, holding it steady, finding at least some
smidgen of hope in the warmth of his palm.</p>
<p>"Please move aside for us dear," an Auror told him. Begrudgingly, Harry let go of
Snape and got back up, not even noticing it when Dumbledore put a hand on his
shoulder.</p>
<p>"I'm so sorry, my dear boy," Dumbledore suddenly said, "I neglected to ask. Are
you hurt in any way?"</p>
<p>"Just some scrapes and bruises," Harry mumbled, "Nothing life-threatening."</p>
<p>"Only because you're so damn lucky," Draco growled.</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"You know <em>what</em>. If Bellatrix' wand had been just a fraction less broken
or if she had cast that spell sooner, you would be dead now."</p>
<p>"But I'm not," Harry countered.</p>
<p>"How do you keep finding yourself in these types of situations," Draco sighed,
"Can't you ever have a normal year?"</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "Draco, I assure you that Severus will make sure to lecture and
punish me properly once he feels up to it. Besides, you came along as well."</p>
<p>"Only because there was no stopping you," Draco countered.</p>
<p>"Let's take him to the castle," Harry heard Pomfrey say. She levitated Snape into
the air and started walking, accompanied by three Aurors as she went. Harry was about
to go after them when he Dumbledore's hand squeeze his shoulder. He sighed, not
really wanting to speak with Dumbledore right now.</p>
<p>"Harry," he said sadly, "Why didn't you leave this up to me?"</p>
<p>"There was no time," Harry replied evenly, "You would have taken too long and
Severus would have lost more than a finger."</p>
<p>"Perhaps if you had informed me of your plan, I could have helped you."</p>
<p>"Or they would have spotted you – or whomever you would send along for help – and
apparated away, just like they said they would."</p>
<p>"You can't know that," Dumbledore said kindly.</p>
<p>"With all due respect, sir, neither can you," Harry replied, finally glancing up
to look into Dumbledore's eyes. There was no sparkle and the wizard look every bit
his age at the moment.</p>
<p>"No," Dumbledore agreed, "But if I might be less than humble for a moment, I do
have quite a few more years of experience than you. I know which risks I can take and
which I can't."</p>
<p>"I don't think I would've agreed with your choices," Harry said quietly, "I just
didn't want Severus to suffer."</p>
<p>"As noble as that might be, you put yourself in harm's way. Do you think Severus
would have agreed to that?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry said, "But why is it <em>his</em> choice? Especially when he was
incapable of making any decision at that point. I know he would rather have died than
allow me to come but I would never have been able to live with myself if he did."</p>
<p>Dumbledore sighed deeply. "My boy, will I ever be able to convince you to leave
these sorts of things up to the adults in your life?"</p>
<p>"I'm legally an adult myself, now," Harry retorted.</p>
<p>"And a fine one you have become indeed," Dumbledore said. "Your parents would have
been proud of you and even though Severus will no doubt be very upset with you, I
know that he too is proud of who you have become."</p>
<p>"I'll keep that in mind when I'm scrubbing cauldrons," Harry said glumly.</p>
<p>"And Draco," Dumbledore said as he put a hand on the Slytherin's shoulder. "Your
courage today was worthy of that of a Gryffindor." Dumbledore chuckled when Draco's
face turned sour.</p>
<p>"Oh come now," he said kindly, "That's a compliment."</p>
<p>"Honestly sir," Draco said, "I was hiding under Harry's cloak most of the time.
There was no courage in that."</p>
<p>Dumbledore looked at him fondly. "The way I see it, much of someone's real
character lies in what they won't admit about themselves."</p>
<p>"He's right," Harry said, "Thank you for coming with me. I couldn't have done this
without you."</p>
<p>"Don't get all mushy, Potter," Draco growled, "Before you start blubbering."</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes. "Have it your way Malfoy. I thought you would appreciate
having a Gryffindor indebted to you."</p>
<p>Dumbledore laughed and Harry was pleased to see the twinkle back in his eyes. Even
in his darkest moments, it was never that far away.</p>
<p>"What say you we go and visit Severus now," Dumbledore said.</p>
<p>"Don't we need to explain what happened to the Aurors?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Draco already gave them a brief account of the events," Dumbledore explained, "If
they require any more information than that, they will simply have to wait. For now,
all of us need to recover from today's events."</p>
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<p>It took a while before Snape even woke up. Harry had stopped brewing all together,
only going to the dungeons to visit Hedwig and make sure that she had access to fresh
food and water. He skipped his classes but dutifully did his homework when Hermione
brought it to him. He simply did so while sitting at Snape's bedside.</p>
<p>Harry spoke to Snape often, knowing full well that the man could probably not even
hear him. He would've held his hand but refrained from doing so. His hands needed to
heal. Out of the nine fingers Snape had left, all of the fingernails had been ripped
out so they would be sensitive to any sort of touch. The finger Snape had lost was
thankfully just his pinkie finger. Snape would be peeved but he would get over
it.</p>
<p>Many of his bones had been broken which explained why Snape had manoeuvred so very
little during the battle. It had honestly been a miracle that he had been able to
raise his wand at all. Since Bellatrix was quite fond of the cutting curse, it was no
wonder that Snape's body was littered with lacerations all over. It had taken Pomfrey
hours to tend to all of them. Even his lips had been severely damaged and if that was
not enough, he had been dehydrated as well.</p>
<p>The fourth day after the incident, Harry was scribbling away as he focused on his
potions essay for Professor Slughorn when he was startled by a gruff voice.</p>
<p>"Shouldn't you be in class?"</p>
<p>Harry dropped his quill and immediately pulled his chair closer to Snape's side,
relief evident on his face. "You're awake!" He exclaimed.</p>
<p>"Your skills of observation are as keen as ever," Snape said icily, "Now what are
you doing here?"</p>
<p>"Why don't you use <em>your</em> observation skills to figure that out?" Harry
replied, "Surely, the answer is not that difficult to deduce."</p>
<p>"Don't argue with me. I –"</p>
<p>"Hold that thought," Harry said before getting up and rushing into Pomfrey's
office to inform her of Snape's revival. He came back a few minutes later, the
mediwitch close behind him.</p>
<p>"I'm glad to see you re-joined the living, Severus," she said, "How are you
feeling?"</p>
<p>"I've been better," Snape replied.</p>
<p>Pomfrey rolled her eyes and ran a diagnostic. "You're very lucky that Harry and
Draco acted when they did," she said, "Not that I condone their rash behaviour in the
slightest, mind you but their interference probably prevented a lot of lasting
damage."</p>
<p>Harry did not miss the malicious glare Snape sent his way which he responded to
with a cheeky smile.</p>
<p>"How much longer must I stay here?" Snape asked gruffly.</p>
<p>"I would say at least another week," Pomfrey told him.</p>
<p>"That's absurd," Snape growled, "Who is going to teach defence?"</p>
<p>"I'm sure your students can manage without you for a while," Pomfrey said, "It's
not like a half-dead teacher would do them any good."</p>
<p>Snape attempted to sit up but Pomfrey placed a hand on his chest and shoved him
back down.</p>
<p>"If you manage to lie still as much as possible, you might be able to heal up
enough to get out of bed within five days. But if you act like a certain someone else
I know –" her gaze shifted to Harry momentarily who protested with a loud 'Hey!' "- I
will be forced to keep you longer."</p>
<p>"Understood," Snape sighed. He raised his left hand and grimaced slightly when he
counted only four fingers.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Severus," Harry said, "I brought your finger back with me but it was
too late."</p>
<p>"I could have guessed as much," Snape mumbled, "You shouldn't have wasted any time
on it."</p>
<p>"A normal person would say thank you," Pomfrey chided.</p>
<p>"Quite frankly, Poppy. This sort of thing doesn't happen to normal people," Snape
replied easily.</p>
<p>Harry snorted and shook his head. He was happy that Snape was back to his snarky
self already. Even if he wasn't quite healed yet, it made Harry feel a lot more
relaxed.</p>
<p>Pomfrey handed Snape five different vials. "Drink these," she said, "And don't
give me that look. You brewed these yourself. You know very well what they're
for."</p>
<p>"I'm quite sure I didn't say anything," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Drink the potions," Pomfrey repeated. "And Mr Potter, I believe it's time for you
to leave. This isn't your common room and I don't want you getting too
comfortable."</p>
<p>"But Severus just woke up!" Harry complained, "Can't I have a few minutes with
him?"</p>
<p>Pomfrey sighed. "Fine," she conceded easily, "But make it short."</p>
<p>"Oh sure," Snape growled, "Him, you placate." Pomfrey chuckled and walked
away.</p>
<p>"The perks of being the boy-who-lived-twice," Harry joked before he realized what
he said.</p>
<p>Snape glared at him. "Indeed," he growled.</p>
<p>"Oh, don't be so grumpy," Harry chided lightly, "Everything turned out alright in
the end."</p>
<p>Snape stared at Harry, unnerving him tremendously. His jaw was clenched and so
were his fists, which must have undoubtedly been hurting him.</p>
<p>"Severus, stop," Harry said, grabbing one of his hands and unfurling his fingers.
Snape yanked his hand back from him and looked the other way.</p>
<p>"Would you stop?!" Harry said loudly, his own frustration bubbling to the surface,
"I sat by your bedside for four days, waiting for you to wake up and this is how you
behave when you finally do? I did nothing to deserve this treatment!"</p>
<p>"I told you not to come," Snape said quietly.</p>
<p>"What?"</p>
<p>Snape suddenly sat up straight and made to grab Harry by the collar of his shirt
but Harry stepped back. "I told you to ignore that letter," Snape snarled, "There is
no way that even you could have misinterpreted my message like that. I didn't want
you there!"</p>
<p>"Well, not everything is up to you, is it?" Harry growled, "And I'm of age. I can
make my own decisions."</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "Of age," he spat, "Only barely and you still make all the wrong
decisions."</p>
<p>"Well, what would you have done?" Harry retorted, "The roles could have easily
been reversed. Are you telling me that you would have left me there to rot? That you
would have calmly waited for Dumbledore to come find me."</p>
<p>"The difference is that I know what I'm doing," Snape said, "I had a plan."</p>
<p>"Well isn't that just fantastic?" Harry spat, "Plan or not you do realize that you
were practically half-dead when we got there, right? There's no way you would have
survived much longer."</p>
<p>"I would rather have died than put you into harm's way."</p>
<p>"Hypocrite!" Harry shouted, "If I say the exact same thing, I'm a dunderhead that
doesn't act his age but when <em>you</em> say it I should just accept it? No, don't
you dare. Just shut up! You are my father and I will never – do you hear me – NEVER
abandon you when you're in need. And I don't <em>bloody</em> care that you don't want
me to. You can just suck it up and deal with it."</p>
<p>"What is going on here?" Pomfrey suddenly shouted, "Mr Potter, when you asked to
stay here I didn't expect you to start screaming at the top of your lungs. Severus
needs his rest."</p>
<p>"Fine!" Harry said harshly, "I'm not wanted here anyway." He gathered his books
together in a messy pile and shoved them unceremoniously into his bag.</p>
<p>"Don't you dare walk out on me," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Try and stop me," Harry snarled. He flung his bag over his shoulder and stomped
out of the infirmary leaving a very angry Snape behind.</p>
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<p>Harry stomped off to the potions lab and threw his books into a corner. He knew
Snape was going to be angry at him but he was still so infuriating at times.</p>
<p>"Argh!" Harry exclaimed loudly. Hedwig ruffled her feathers in dismay at her
master's tantrum but stayed on her perch.</p>
<p>"Can you believe him?" Harry asked Hedwig. "He doesn't even see it! He doesn't
understand that he always acts exactly the same but does he ever get reprimanded for
it? No, because when Professor Snape does something, he has some bloody fantastic
reason for it that negates any argument that he uses against me."</p>
<p>Hedwig tilted her head to the side as if to indicate that she was listening.</p>
<p>"I know that he means well," Harry told her, "But I do too and he doesn't seem to
realize it. How could he possibly expect me to just sit there and do nothing?
Sometimes I think that he doesn't know me at all."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted softly. Harry chuckled. "You're right," he told her, "It's not
exactly fair of me to shout at an injured man who can't even follow me. The stairs
into the dungeon would probably be too much for him."</p>
<p>Hedwig spread her wings and flapped a few times.</p>
<p>"I'm not going to apologize," Harry told his owl, frowning as if she just asked
him to rehouse himself into Hufflepuff. "I don't regret what I did. I would do it
again in a heartbeat. I just wish I could've gotten there sooner. He must've been in
so much pain."</p>
<p>Hedwig flew over and nipped gently at Harry's finger.</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "Yes, the man has just been tortured," Harry agreed, "So maybe it
wasn't entirely fair of me to be upset with him for losing his temper. The last thing
I want to do is cause him even more pain."</p>
<p>Hedwig started grooming Harry's hair.</p>
<p>"That's just pointless, Hedwig," he told her, "You should know that by now."</p>
<p>When she yanked hard at a particularly knotty strand, Harry yelped and stood up
straight.</p>
<p>"Fine!" he told her, "I'll go apologise. There's no need to bully me into it."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted a few times and flew back to her perch, burying her head underneath
her wing.</p>
<p>"Now?" Harry said doubtfully. He sighed. "I suppose you're right." He stroked the
feathers on her chest lightly before heading back out. "Thanks, Hedwig. You always
know just what to say."</p>
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<p>Trying to channel his inner Slytherin, Harry glanced into he infirmary, checking
if he could see Pomfrey anywhere. When he couldn't spot her, he silently crept
inside, glancing towards the bed Snape had been in. The curtains were drawn so he
could not see him.</p>
<p>Harry took off his shoes in an attempt to be quieter and snuck further into the
room, skulking towards the only occupied bed with large yet careful strides. So far
so good. When he finally reached the edge of the curtains surrounding Snape, he was
about to open them when a quiet voice startled him.</p>
<p>"You look rather ridiculous when you try to sneak around, you know?" Snape
said.</p>
<p>Flushing instantly, Harry drew back the curtain, hurried inside and closed it
again.</p>
<p>"How did you see me?" he whispered.</p>
<p>"You can see the outline of anyone coming in," Snape replied, "How have you been
in here so many times already without noticing that?"</p>
<p>"I just don't pay attention to those sort of things," Harry shrugged.</p>
<p>"Clearly," Snape said. Harry was relieved by the lack of malice in Snape's voice.
Apparently, they had both calmed down.</p>
<p>"Hedwig told me to come talk to you," Harry said matter-of-factly.</p>
<p>"Oh," Snape replied, "I wasn't aware that you sustained a brain injury."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry for making you worry," Harry continued, "But I hope that you understand
that I was worried too."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Harry," Snape said, "I was careless. I shouldn't have been
caught."</p>
<p>"That's beside the point," Harry said, "And not at all your fault, by the way, but
I need you to understand that I would do it all again."</p>
<p>"Why?" Snape said.</p>
<p>"Sometimes, you're a right dunderhead yourself," Harry said in exasperation. "Why
do you think? You are my father. I care about you! More so than I care about
myself."</p>
<p>"I don't like hearing that, Harry," Snape sighed.</p>
<p>"It's not like that," Harry replied urgently, "You know what I mean. You are my
family and I couldn't stand losing you."</p>
<p>"I understand," Snape replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I should've
realized that there was no way for you to let me be."</p>
<p>"Not a chance," Harry grinned, "It's a good thing that I'm such a wicked
dueller."</p>
<p>"A very good thing, indeed," Snape agreed. "For the both of us. Thank you, Harry.
For caring so much."</p>
<p>Harry leaned forward and embraced Snape tenderly, trying not to aggravate his
injuries too much.</p>
<p>"I love you, dad."</p>
<p>Harry sighed contentedly when he felt strong arms embrace him back.</p>
<p>"I love you too, son."</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 16</strong></p>
<p>Since Snape had awoken, he hadn't allowed Harry to skip any of his classes anymore
deeming his education far more important than entertaining Snape. So Harry had
begrudgingly gone to his classes before he was finally able to rush back into the
medical wing, still carrying his books as he hadn't even dropped those off yet.</p>
<p>When he entered he found a most uncomfortable looking Snape surrounded by cards
and sweets. At the moment, he was glaring menacingly at a large green card with a
snake on the front.</p>
<p>"From your admirers?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Snape huffed. "This one came from the entire student body of Slytherin," he said,
holding the card out for Harry to take. "I could have expected that much, but where
the rest have come from, I couldn't tell you."</p>
<p>"You could try reading them," Harry offered. He plopped down on Snape's bed and
grabbed one of the chocolate frogs that littered his bedside table. "Wow, Slytherins
sure have neat handwriting," he added as he checked the Slytherin card.</p>
<p>"Since very few Slytherins are muggle-born, they have all learned how to –"</p>
<p>"Oh look!" Harry interrupted giddily, "This one says she wishes her dad was as
strong and brave as you are."</p>
<p>"A sentiment ill-befitting of a Slytherin," Snape growled, "I will have to teach
her some proper decorum once I get out of here."</p>
<p>Harry placed the card on Snape's table and grabbed another one.</p>
<p>"Since you're not going to read them, can I?"</p>
<p>"Be my guest," Snape said, "But if you dare repeat any of the profanities you will
surely see, I will be sticking your tongue to the roof of your mouth."</p>
<p>"You are being paranoid," Harry sighed.</p>
<p>"Here, look at this one," A wide grin formed on Harry's face.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>We hope that you will soon get better<br/>
My mum will prob' knit you a sweater<br/>
Miss you in defence<br/>
Against all common sense<br/>
As for Harry, I was no abettor!<br/></em><br/>
"It's from Ron, if you hadn't noticed," Harry said, "Way to throw me under the bus at
the end. Honestly."</p>
<p>Snape shook his head incredulously. "I cannot understand why he would even
bother."</p>
<p>"I think he's finally able to look past your rough exterior," Harry said, "Just
like I have."</p>
<p>"How dreadful," Snape groaned, "Soon, I will have Gryffindor children of all kinds
littering my private quarters with their presence just because they assume I'm
secretly somewhat… <em>approachable</em>."</p>
<p>"McGonagall wishes you well," Harry said as he grabbed the next card. A fierce
lion prowled the front. "And she tells you to listen to Pomfrey."</p>
<p>"She would say that, wouldn't she?" Snape growled, "Sometimes she seems to forget
that I am no longer her student."</p>
<p>"Slughorn offers to brew you some dreamless sleep," Harry said as he picked up the
next card, "He seems to think you'll be having nightmares."</p>
<p>"If I need Dreamless sleep, I'll brew it myself," Snape scoffed, "Or I'll have
<em>you</em> do it."</p>
<p>"He's just trying to be nice," Harry chuckled, throwing the card at Snape. "I know
that's a language you don't really understand but a no, thank you will suffice."</p>
<p>Snape grabbed one of the chocolate frogs and frowned at it for a while.</p>
<p>"They're not poisoned," Harry said, "I just ate one myself."</p>
<p>"It could be a slow poison," Snape replied, "For all you know, you could drop dead
in the next hour."</p>
<p>"Or in the next week," Harry added, "I suppose we'll never truly know."</p>
<p>Snape unpacked the frog and bit its head off, carelessly picking up the included
card. He was about to hand it to Harry when he froze the movement midway and
scrutinized the card with wide eyes.</p>
<p>"What is it?" Harry asked, shuffling closer. When he got a closer look at the
card, he burst out laughing.</p>
<p>There was a picture of Snape there while he was stirring in one of his cauldrons.
The concoction inside was a hot pink that Harry didn't think any potion in existence
was coloured as. Harry had no idea when this particular picture had been taken and
wondered how Snape hadn't even noticed. His name was carefully written in blocky
letters under the picture.</p>
<p>'<em>While a Master in Potions he is also a master of the heart. His speciality is
in love potions which he gladly distributes among his grateful students. Rumour has
it that he stalks the corridors during St. Valentine's day, making sure that any
lonely student he encounters has a chance of finding their one true love.'</em></p>
<p>"What is this foul nonsense?" Snape spat in horror. "When did this happen? Who
made this?"</p>
<p>"I've never seen it before," Harry laughed, "And Ron hasn't either or I would have
known."</p>
<p>"I will not stand for this," Snape growled, "Someone is going to pay dearly."</p>
<p>"Pay dearly for what?" Draco asked as he entered the infirmary. "What did Harry do
<em>this</em> time?"</p>
<p>"Hey!" Harry responded, "For once, I had nothing to do with this." He took the
card out of Snape's hands before he could react and gave it to Draco. The Slytherin
read the text carefully, trying his best not to laugh.</p>
<p>He coughed carefully. "Well," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral, "I don't
know who is behind this but I am keeping this card for my collection."</p>
<p>"Oh, I don't think so," Harry said, taking out his wand. "That card is mine!"</p>
<p>"Willing to fight me for it, Potter?" Draco said, grinning madly.</p>
<p>"You don't honestly think you stand a chance, do you, Malfoy?" Harry replied
smartly.</p>
<p>"Enough," growled Snape, "While watching you two hex each other into oblivion
might be entertaining for a short while, that card will not remain in either of yours
possession."</p>
<p>"Where there is one, there is more," Harry said easily. "Unless you plan to ban
chocolate frogs altogether."</p>
<p>"I have half a mind to do just that," Snape spat.</p>
<p>"Oh, it's already quite crowded in here," came, a female voice from the doorway.
Harry swivelled to see Professor Bell standing there.</p>
<p>"Hi, Professor," he greeted, "There's plenty of room. Why don't you join us?"</p>
<p>She did come closer, wearing a concerned expression. "How are you feeling,
Severus?" she asked.</p>
<p>"Just fantastic," Snape snarled sardonically, "I can't even almost die in peace
anymore."</p>
<p>"You do seem to be surrounded by children a lot nowadays," Maya agreed, "Even when
you're not teaching. You really must be a master of the heart." She smiled broadly as
she produced another Snape card from her pocket. "Have you seen these? They are brand
new."</p>
<p>Both Harry and Draco burst into laughter but Snape scowled fiercely.</p>
<p>"Oh don't look so upset, Severus," Maya said sweetly, "It's really quite a nice
picture, at least."</p>
<p>"I don't even remember anyone taking a picture of me in the lab," Snape said
solemnly.</p>
<p>"When you make a potion, you tend to be very focused," Maya said, "In fact, you
were so focused that you didn't even notice me hiding behind your desk and snapping
that shot."</p>
<p>There was a moment of silence in which the History teacher coyly tilted her head
to the side, smiling broadly with her hands clasped behind her back. Draco and Harry
stared at her incredulously.</p>
<p>"<em>You</em> did this?" Snape asked icily, "You would besmirch my name –"</p>
<p>"Don't be silly, Severus," Maya interrupted him, "I would never! These aren't
official, you know?" She took the card from her pocket as well as another one with
Dumbledore on it and showed them both to Snape.</p>
<p>"I tried copying the original card layout as best I could," she said, "But I was
unable to duplicate the seal of authenticity. I think you need to know some sort of
secret charm for it or something. It looks pretty good besides that though, don't you
think?"</p>
<p>"So these are not widely distributed around the school?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Of course not, silly," Maya said, "I made enough to replace the cards in that
basket of chocolate frogs but that's it."</p>
<p>"I see," Snape replied.</p>
<p>"I got you good though, didn't I?" Maya said as she sat down on Snape's bed just
like Harry had done before he started going after Draco to get the card. "Come on,
you can admit it!"</p>
<p>"Perhaps you had me somewhat worried," Snape said begrudgingly, "But only slightly
so."</p>
<p>"Slightly?" Harry said, "You were ready to start hexing people. You should've seen
the look on your face!"</p>
<p>"Alright, you brat," Snape said, "I get your point."</p>
<p>"I'm keeping one of these cards," Harry told Maya, "They are awesome, even if
they're fake."</p>
<p>"Sure," Maya replied, "But I'm afraid they won't last forever. It'll be less than
a month before they fade out entirely."</p>
<p>"Thank Merlin," Snape sighed, "I would hate to think of Harry showing his children
these." Snape looked at the card a bit closer. "I can't believe I didn't see
you."</p>
<p>"Not only Slytherins can be cunning," Maya said; grabbing one of the chocolate
frogs for herself. "So, have you made any more progress with the translation of that
tome?"</p>
<p>"When would I have done that?" Snape asked gruffly.</p>
<p>"Like you have a lot to do in here," Maya said, "Aside from entertaining guests,
of course."</p>
<p>"Yes. I'm not sure why but people are visiting frequently. It annoys me
infinitely." He shot Maya a disparaging glare.</p>
<p>"Don't say that," Maya said, waving a hand in Snape's general direction. "Everyone
needs company. I would've come sooner myself if I had found the infirmary sooner. I
honestly think some signage would come in handy."</p>
<p>"I'm even surprised that you made it back to Hogwarts by yourself," Snape snorted,
"Since I wasn't there to take you."</p>
<p>"It took me ages, though!" Maya said, shaking her head at her own antics. "I
didn't even make it back before nightfall! I had to sleep in the forest."</p>
<p>"There is no forest on the way to Hogsmeade," Snape said evenly.</p>
<p>"Well, that would have been nice to know when I was trying to make my way
back."</p>
<p>Snape shook his head in dismay. "I can't understand how anyone can have such a bad
sense of direction. Are you certain you're not doing this on purpose?"</p>
<p>"Yuck, that one tasted like soap!" Harry suddenly exclaimed. He and Draco had
opened one of the every flavour beans boxes Snape had gotten and were now trying to
fish out the good ones.</p>
<p>"What did you expect?" Draco chided, "It was white."</p>
<p>"I thought it was banana," Harry sighed.</p>
<p>"You realize you could simply eat a banana if that's what you want," Snape
interjected coldly, "It would be much healthier than candy in any case."</p>
<p>"But where's the fun in that?" Harry chuckled, "This is like Russian Roulette with
candy!"</p>
<p>"What's Russian Roulette?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>"That's quite enough," Snape growled, "Get out. All of you."</p>
<p>"But why?" Harry asked cheekily, "Don't you appreciate our amazing company? Do you
know how many people would pay good money to be near my magnificence?"</p>
<p>Draco made a sort of choking sound and Harry cuffed him lightly.</p>
<p>"Your incessant jabbering is giving me a headache. If you don't leave now, I'll
have you in detention with Filch for the rest of the year."</p>
<p>"Okay, okay," Harry conceded, "Come on Draco."</p>
<p>"And if I see anyone else carrying those ridiculous cards, my vengeance will be
swift," Snape added dangerously.</p>
<p>The two boys left in a hurry, laughing all the while as they roughhoused through
the corridors but Maya stayed behind for a while. Snape quirked an eyebrow at
her.</p>
<p>"How are you simultaneously the Professor many kids fear the most but also a man
those two boys would gladly risk their lives for?" Maya asked.</p>
<p>"If you ever find out the answer to that question, please do inform me," Snape
replied, "If I could make them stop, I would."</p>
<p>"No, that's impossible," Maya said matter-of-factly.</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "I know. Now get out of here before I sic Poppy on you. And know
that I will get even with you for <em>this.</em>" He waved the fake chocolate frog
card at her, a scowl firmly in place.</p>
<p>"Wow," Maya replied evenly, "I'm so scared." But then she playfully hit Snape on
the shoulder before hurrying out of the hospital wing, grabbing a pumpkin pasty on
her way out.</p>
<p>"Feel better!" she hollered right before the door closed. And at last, Snape found
himself surrounded by blissful silence. That and loads of get-well cards and
sweets.</p>
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<p>Since Snape had behaved and refrained from straining himself too much, Pomfrey had
indeed allowed him to leave his bed earlier rather than later. When he had arrived at
dinner that evening, he became very aware of most of the students staring at him.
Many of their glances were directed at his left hand and even more so when he was
eating as if they expected him to no longer be able to hold his cutlery.</p>
<p>That was preposterous, of course. He glared at everyone who dared meet his gaze
and was at least mildly satisfied that most students he caught with his death stare
were sufficiently mollified.</p>
<p>"Try the roast beef, Severus," Dumbledore told him, "It truly is quite
satisfying."</p>
<p>Snape ignored him entirely and grabbed a chicken filet. "Have you spoken to the
ministry about Rabastan's case?" Snape asked as he cut into his potatoes.</p>
<p>"Of course," Dumbledore said, "I did so immediately."</p>
<p>"And?"</p>
<p>"Since he made a conscious effort to aid both you and Harry his punishment will
likely be diminished. I believe he's looking at ten years or so. His brother,
however, will probably be kissed."</p>
<p>Snape grimaced slightly. It was honestly the best he could have hoped for but he
still didn't wish the Dementor's kiss on anyone.</p>
<p>"Thank you for your interference," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Of course, Severus," Dumbledore replied, "I know that keeping your promises is
important to you. And so you did."</p>
<p>Snape nodded. "On a different note, I think we should be very careful from here on
out."</p>
<p>"Whatever do you mean, my boy?" Dumbledore asked.</p>
<p>Snape lowered his voice and leaned closer to the headmaster. "They mentioned
Rookwood a couple of times," he said, "And while I get the feeling that he works
alone, he is much more dangerous than those four clowns were combined."</p>
<p>Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "He is a master manipulator as I understand it. Much
like yourself, Severus."</p>
<p>Snape huffed. "Perhaps, with the difference that I still have some sort of moral
code where he has none. I can't be sure what his plan is or why the slaughtering of
muggles was helping him with that but we should stay aware of what's going on."</p>
<p>"Do you believe Bellatrix murdered those muggles because Rookwood told her to?"
Dumbledore asked, "I feel like that's something she would've done either way."</p>
<p>"Perhaps she would have," Snape replied, "But I know he was behind it nonetheless.
I just don't know why just yet. I think it would be a good idea to start receiving at
least one of the muggle papers."</p>
<p>"I trust your judgement, my friend," Dumbledore said, smiling brightly, "And I
will follow your advice. Do you have any idea which of those papers is the more
respectable one?"</p>
<p>"I suggest you ask Ms Granger," Snape replied, "I haven't read a muggle paper in
nearly two decades."</p>
<p>"Splendid idea, Severus," Dumbledore praised, "I shall do just that."</p>
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<p>Harry found himself back in Snape's quarters, ready to get started on another
Occlumency lesson. The furniture had been shoved aside again, and the 'Drink of
Despair' stood waiting on a side table.</p>
<p>"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Harry asked as he took his seat in the
middle of the floor.</p>
<p>Snape huffed. "It is not I that will be going through a lot of stress and
discomfort, Harry," he said, "If you'll remember, you are the one who needs to be
ready."</p>
<p>"Well, yes," Harry replied, "But I'm counting on you to save me from myself if I
fail, you know."</p>
<p>"You have my word that I'm up to the task," Snape said, "Don't fret and focus.
Clear your mind."</p>
<p>Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he had
cleared his mind, he opened them again and spotted the potion sitting in front of
him. Without trepidation, he drank it in one gulp and braced himself for the impact
of emotions he knew would overcome him.</p>
<p>"Remember to focus on occluding," Snape said calmly, "Your emotions do not control
you. You control them."</p>
<p>Harry nodded and made eye contact with Snape. He felt the gentle push of his
Legilimency waiting on the edge of his walls, expecting them to fall any moment
now.</p>
<p>Harry felt the anger and worry wash over him before he even knew where it came
from. Only a few seconds later was he reminded of his arduous battle in the forest
with Snape's life at stake. He felt his barriers tremble as Snape's mind pushed to
break them but he held on.</p>
<p>Bellatrix cackled loudly in his mind and Greyback growled fiercely. Harry was so
angry with them that they dared to still interfere in his life. He had already lost
one father to the darkness and these people were about to take another one from
him.</p>
<p>Harry felt himself succumb to the blackness of his wish to kill them. To rip them
to pieces. His walls crumbled and he knew Snape had managed to get in.</p>
<p>"<em>Push me out of your mind</em>," Snape told him, "<em>Get a hold of
yourself</em>."</p>
<p>But he had a clear vision of Bellatrix casting spell after spell at Snape, who was
barely able to defend himself anymore. He now knew just how broken the man had
already been that day because of the torture that woman had put him through and he
understood the anguish he must have felt. This knowledge angered him even more. He
tried to use that anger to push Snape out of his mind but could not.</p>
<p>"<em>You can't use emotions you don't have control over</em>," Snape chided
gently, "<em>Think rather than feel. I know you can do this.</em>"</p>
<p>Harry took a deep breath that seemed to ground him and remind him where he was. He
became aware of the feeling of his own hands on his knees and knew at that moment
that they were safe.</p>
<p>He regarded the rest of the battle carefully, watching himself fight with the
werewolf. A sensation of mist overcame him that seemed to cloud the entire scene in
his mind.</p>
<p>"<em>That's it</em>," Snape said, "<em>That's your shield. Use it. Shape it. Bind
it to yourself."</em></p>
<p>"<em>How</em>?" Harry asked him in return. He was vaguely aware that he had spoken
the word aloud.</p>
<p>The mist swirled around the presence that was Snape but didn't block or push him
out. Harry tried to shape it but the silver slivers were intangible and moved with a
will of their own.</p>
<p>"<em>You need to will it to</em>," Snape said simply.</p>
<p>"<em>How</em>?" Harry asked again, becoming a bit panicked.</p>
<p>And then, Harry's memory was suppressed just like in that first Occlumency lesson.
He found himself sitting in that white space again, with Snape occupying an emerald
green couch, regarding him carefully.</p>
<p>"It would appear that we've reached another hurdle," Snape said, "You're almost
there, Harry. You really are. You just need a grasp of the how."</p>
<p>"I could've tried a bit longer," Harry said, "You pulled me out rather
quickly."</p>
<p>"You've been at it for nearly forty minutes," Snape said blandly. "Don't forget
that time moves differently when you're occupying your own mind."</p>
<p>Harry sat down on the bright white floor and looked up at Snape. "Okay, so now
what?"</p>
<p>"Now, we wait for the potion to wear off," Snape said casually, "And then, I think
we shall begin teaching you Legilimency."</p>
<p>"What? Why?"</p>
<p>"The arts of the mind are complicated in a sense that they have a lot to do with
feeling your way through the process," Snape said, "No matter how good you are at
explaining yourself, trying to describe to someone how to do something that has no
base in their reality is very much like trying to explain the colour orange to a
blind man."</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said, "So why Legilimency."</p>
<p>"Since I have a firm grasp on Occlumency, I can easily show you just what it is
that I do to erect my shields. Like I said. You're nearly there. All you need now is
the technique. And the best way to understand that is by delving into my mind."</p>
<p>"That sounds dangerous," Harry said doubtfully, "Isn't Legilimency a lot harder to
learn than Occlumency?"</p>
<p>"It is if you're trying to become a master," Snape agreed, "But in our case, you
only need to know enough to venture into my mind while I guide you where you need to
go. I assure you that that is rather easy. It is only when you try to force your way
into someone's mind, actively looking for memories and thoughts that it gets
complicated."</p>
<p>"Are you sure you trust me with your memories?" Harry asked, feeling a bit
silly.</p>
<p>"Seeing how I'll be directing you, I definitely do," Snape said, "And while other
memories might bleed into the one I'll be showing you, I trust you to not mention
them to anyone."</p>
<p>"Of course," Harry said.</p>
<p>Snape looked up and stared into the distance for a moment. "It would appear the
memories are retreating," he said, "The potion has worn off. Open your eyes."</p>
<p>Harry blinked a couple of times and found himself sitting serenely on the floor,
the empty vial next to him.</p>
<p>"Thanks," he said.</p>
<p>"No problem," Snape replied, "Any way I can protect you, I will." He eyed Harry
warily for a while before speaking again. "You really did quite a number on Greyback,
didn't you?"</p>
<p>Harry exhaled harshly through his nose. "I guess you could call it that."</p>
<p>"Don't get me wrong. That man deserved to die and painfully so," Snape said, "I am
rather impressed with the spell you used. When did you learn that?"</p>
<p>"A while back," Harry said. "What can I say? This stuff comes easy to me."</p>
<p>"Cocky brat," Snape said affectionately, "But I am glad that you're able to defend
yourself so well. You're not regretting forgoing the path of an Auror are you?"</p>
<p>"Absolutely not," Harry said honestly, "Just because I would be good at it,
doesn't mean I want to make it into my job. At the rate I'm going, I would probably
die on my fourth or fifth mission. My luck must almost have run out by now."</p>
<p>"I'm proud of you, you know?" Snape said, smiling crookedly.</p>
<p>Harry flushed a bit and tried to change the subject. "So, Legilimency!"</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 17</strong></p>
<p>"As you are well aware by now, Legilimency and Occlumency go hand in hand," Snape
said, "They are two sides of the same coin. Where Occlumency is a defensive skill,
Legilimency is offensive. Therefore, you will need to actively cast the spell."</p>
<p>"Well, I gathered as much from having you invade my mind all those times," Harry
said blankly.</p>
<p>Snape fixed him with a piercing glare and Harry wisely shut his mouth.</p>
<p>"You need at least a basic grasp of Occlumency to be able to Legilimise someone's
mind," Snape continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "It's important that you occlude
your mind lest you lose yourself in your victim's memories."</p>
<p>"But, Severus," Harry said, "I'm not quite there yet, am I?"</p>
<p>"You are," Snape replied evenly, "Enough so to at least attempt the basics. And as
I mentioned before, I will be there to guide you."</p>
<p>"So what, do I hold your hand or something?" Harry joked.</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape replied, "If we maintain a physical connection, it will be easier to
attain that link while in each other's mind."</p>
<p>"Oh," Harry said. He was starting to feel decidedly uncomfortable. Snape seemed to
realize as much immediately.</p>
<p>"It is really not that frightening," he said soothingly, "Trust me to know what
I'm doing."</p>
<p>Harry smiled as he relaxed somewhat. "I do trust you," he said.</p>
<p>"Good. Then go ahead and take a seat."</p>
<p>"Do I sit on the floor again?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Just to be safe, yes," Snape replied. After Harry sat down, Snape went to sit
across from him, his arms resting casually on top of his folded legs. Harry copied
his position and looked at him expectantly.</p>
<p>"Take my hands," Snape said. Harry inhaled deeply and did so, trying his best to
ignore the missing finger on Snape's left hand.</p>
<p>"Now clear your mind and allow me to reach out."</p>
<p>Harry did as he was told and waited for that now-familiar tingle that would
indicate Snape's presence. When he felt it, he allowed it entrance.</p>
<p>For one disconcerting moment, he got the feeling that he was losing consciousness
when he felt Snape tug at his own mind but the feeling quickly vanished.</p>
<p>"Don't fight it," Snape said calmly, "Just follow."</p>
<p>If Harry had been fighting Snape at all, he hadn't realized. But he allowed
himself to relax some more and closed his eyes to get a better sense of what he was
doing. If he concentrated, he got the distinct feeling of a presence floating
somewhere right in front of him. The corridors of his – or were they already Snape's
– mind passed them by as they went. All Harry had to do was stay close and he quickly
found that he could do so if he simply let go of the idea that he was in control.</p>
<p>"<em>Good</em>," Snape said. But Harry didn't think he had said it out loud. He
had felt it more than he heard it, just like when Snape communicated with him when he
was in a memory.</p>
<p>"<em>You will experience a moment of disassociation now</em>," Snape told him,
"<em>You must allow it. No harm will come to you."</em></p>
<p>And suddenly, Harry felt as if he had lost his connection to the surrounding area.
He could no longer feel the floor beneath him nor did he experience the feeling of
breathing air. He felt as if he could lose himself at any moment now when he felt the
gentle squeeze of Snape's hands grabbing his own. He reached out and grabbed hold of
that feeling, allowing his mind to go where Snape was taking it.</p>
<p>And then he was flung into a memory. It was disconcerting to find himself in a
scene he hadn't taken part of like he was some sort of onlooker. He looked around,
half expecting to find the physical form of Snape looming somewhere behind him but he
wasn't.</p>
<p>"<em>I'm here</em>," Snape assured him, "<em>Now pay attention to the memory and
the shields I will be putting in place. You will only have a moment to study my
efforts before you're ejected</em>."</p>
<p>Harry recognized the outskirts of Cokeworth. They were near his mother's house. A
young child with shoulder-length black hair sat at the riverbank, throwing pebbles
into the water. His clothes were worn out and mismatched. He was probably no older
than thirteen.</p>
<p>"Severus!" Harry looked away to see a young girl run up to him. Her hair was the
colour of fire and her green eyes were so much like his own. She was carrying what
seemed to be a picnic basket.</p>
<p>Severus got up and patted his clothes to remove the sand from them. "Hi Lily," he
said, smiling warmly. Even Harry had never seen his father look as happy as he did at
that moment.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry I'm late," Lily breathed, leaning on her knees to collect herself, "Mum
wanted me to clean up my room first."</p>
<p>Severus snorted. "In that case, I'm surprised you even made it here at all."</p>
<p>"Hey!" Lily reacted, swatting Severus playfully, "Are you calling me messy?"</p>
<p>Severus laughed, "Are you denying it? I can't believe you didn't break a leg
tripping over your own things yet."</p>
<p>Lily grabbed Severus' hand and started dragging him with her. "Just come on," she
said, "I'm starving!" Severus followed.</p>
<p>Harry was smiling brightly at the scene when he recognised the mist swirling
across the memory. It was the same kind he had been unable to mould in his
<em>own</em> mind. More than see what was happening, Harry could feel it. The
intangible fog was actually the solidification of his emotions or in this case those
of Snape. He felt the tightening of Snape's hands on his and wondered if it was
subconscious on his part.</p>
<p>He was aware of the space between the silver slivers diminishing as they became
less translucent and sturdier. If he would have had a sense of temperature, he was
sure it would've become colder even though he didn't know why he thought that. The
leaves of the surrounding trees stopped rustling and Harry wondered if time had
stopped in the memory or if it had just been halted.</p>
<p>"<em>No</em>," he said, "<em>Not yet. Please</em>."</p>
<p>But his pleas were ignored and he was expelled from the memory. For a moment, he
was disconnected from Snape and he couldn't help but think to himself that he wanted
more. It was one thing to hear stories of his mother or to see her in pictures. It
was another thing entirely to see her in real life, even if it was just a memory.</p>
<p>And without even realizing what was happening, he felt his own mind flip through
Snape's, memories flashing past him at breakneck speed. He couldn't even see what was
going on. And suddenly - as if he had landed after using a portkey - he found himself
grounded in another memory.</p>
<p>"It's because he's a Gryffindor, isn't it?" Severus asked a frazzled looking Lily.
Harry thought he might have been sixteen in this memory. He wasn't entirely sure what
happened but his mother was in this memory too. And all he wanted was to see more of
her.</p>
<p>"Don't be ridiculous, Sev," Lily replied softly, "You know that doesn't matter to
me."</p>
<p>"You know how he is," Severus said. His voice sounded hurt. "You know what he and
the rest of his pack do to people like me."</p>
<p>"I know he used to be a prat," Lily answered, "But he's improved a lot lately,
hasn't he? Wait, has he come after you again?"</p>
<p>Severus seemed to struggle with himself for a while before glaring at Lily. "No,"
he answered coldly, "But how does that negate his previous actions? They almost got
me killed!"</p>
<p>"That was Sirius," Lily said, anger evident in her voice but Harry didn't think it
was directed at Severus. "And James was very upset with him for that. Remus as
well."</p>
<p>Severus huffed. "They were probably scared that people would find out about
Lupin."</p>
<p>"I can understand you're upset about this but it honestly has nothing to do with
you, Sev,"<br/>
Lily said, "You made very clear what you think of … people like me."</p>
<p>Severus suddenly lunged forward and for a moment, Harry thought he might hit Lily.
But instead, he pulled Lily close and kissed her fiercely, one hand on the small of
her back and the other buried in her long hair on the back of her head. She seemed
stunned for a moment before she roughly pushed him away.</p>
<p>"Don't!" she spat, "You had your chance and you blew it." Her gaze softened when
she saw the hurt look in Severus' eyes but she didn't approach him. "I'm with James
now. I'm sorry."</p>
<p>And without another word, she turned around and walked away. Harry wondered if he
imagined the tears that now stained her face. He was overcome by pain and sadness as
he watched Severus stand there for a few moments before finally turning around and
heading in the opposite direction where Harry knew the dungeons were.</p>
<p>Suddenly, Harry felt Snape's hands clench his almost painfully and he was flicked
from the memory with more force than he was previously. He was aware of feeling his
consciousness be picked up and dragged away. Then – with the distinct feeling of
missing a step on the stairs – he was deposited back into his own mind.</p>
<p>He opened his eyes and met Snape's cold stare. His hands were released instantly
as the man got up and went to pour himself a large glass of fire whiskey.</p>
<p>"I didn't do that on purpose," Harry said, wanting desperately to defend himself
even if Snape hadn't accused him of anything yet. Snape didn't respond. He just took
a large gulp of his whiskey, not turning back around to face Harry.</p>
<p>"I don't know what happened," Harry tried again, "I'm sorry."</p>
<p>Snape sighed deeply but still said nothing.</p>
<p>"Dad –"</p>
<p>"Don't," Snape finally replied. There was no anger in his voice. Only a distinct
feeling of sadness that made Harry clench his own jaw in empathic agony.</p>
<p>"Your lesson is over," Snape said, "You are excused."</p>
<p>"But –"</p>
<p>"Please leave, Harry."</p>
<p>There was still no anger but the command was clear and Harry knew he would not be
allowed to push his luck much farther. Without saying another word, he walked out of
the door, glancing one last time over his shoulder to note that the glass of whiskey
was already empty. He closed the door slowly and soundlessly, leaving Snape alone
with his thoughts.</p>
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<p>Upset with himself and desperate to find some sort of distraction, Harry went into
the potions lab. Even if he was not allowed to start making his own creation, he
could still work on improving existing ones. He could focus on making one he already
knew but that would do little to distract him.</p>
<p>He wanted to walk to the station he normally occupied when he noticed someone was
already in the lab. And that someone was talking to Hedwig in a gentle voice,
stroking her back.</p>
<p>"Luna," Harry said in surprise.</p>
<p>"Hi, Harry," Luna greeted.</p>
<p>Harry frowned. Luna was not at all someone interested in potions. He had never
seen her in the lab before. In fact, when had she ever walked the dungeon corridors
willingly?</p>
<p>"You seem surprised," Luna commented, smiling kindly.</p>
<p>"I just didn't think I would see you here," Harry uttered, "Not that I mind, of
course. The lab is open to anyone so feel free."</p>
<p>"Hedwig won't mind, will she?" Luna asked honestly, "I would feel terrible if I
disturbed her."</p>
<p>"I think she secretly likes potioneers," Harry chuckled, "I haven't been able to
move her back to the astronomy tower since that heatwave ended."</p>
<p>"That's only logical, isn't it?" Luna offered, "She's been able to be in your
company far more than when she's in that tower. Why would she give that up?"</p>
<p>"Do you think so?" Harry asked, "I thought she simply liked the calm down
here."</p>
<p>"She's a very smart owl," Luna said confidently, "And she knows her master needs
her."</p>
<p>Harry gazed into Luna's eyes for a moment before coughing awkwardly and setting up
his cauldron. "So, what are you practising today?"</p>
<p>"The Draught of Living Death," Luna replied, "I wasn't able to brew it properly in
class so Professor Slughorn proposed I try again in here. If I manage a better
result, he will improve my grade."</p>
<p>"Sometimes I forget you're a Ravenclaw," Harry said fondly, "Of course you would
do nothing but your best."</p>
<p>"It's all anyone can do, really," Luna said dreamily, "Even you, Harry."</p>
<p>"Er… Right," Harry said uncertainly, "Here, let me help you. Did you bring your
book?"</p>
<p>"I'm sure you didn't come here with the purpose to help me," Luna said, "You can
go ahead and focus on yourself."</p>
<p>"It's nothing really," Harry said, "I came here with the intention to distract
myself. And helping you will do."</p>
<p>"Distract yourself?" Luna asked airily as she started chopping up her ingredients,
"From what?"</p>
<p>"Just something that happened," Harry said quietly.</p>
<p>Luna regarded him for a while, with that kind wide smile on her face before
replying. "You know, the reason you are able to hurt each other is because your souls
are connected."</p>
<p>Harry looked at her sharply, unsure of what to say. Luna just went back to
grinding her rutabaga into powder.</p>
<p>"How do you know what's bothering me?" Harry asked after a while. He picked up a
knife and cut Luna's parsley for her.</p>
<p>"I don't really," Luna replied, "But judging by your murky aura, it has something
to do with Professor Snape."</p>
<p>Harry nodded. "I saw a memory I wasn't supposed to see."</p>
<p>Luna didn't seem taken aback by that statement at all. Nor did she ask any
questions as to how that would have occurred. Instead, she asked: "Did you do it on
purpose?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry said easily, "At least I don't think so. I wanted to – well, not
necessarily that particular memory – but I didn't even know how."</p>
<p>"A wish is a powerful thing," Luna replied. Hedwig had come to join them on the
station and was peering carefully at Luna's ingredients.</p>
<p>"It's just that he has all these memories of my mother," Harry explained, "And I
have none. It was so nice to finally see her. To know what she was like. But –"</p>
<p>"But you found out she was human too," Luna spoke kindly, "She was not perfect and
she made mistakes. We all do, Harry."</p>
<p>Harry swallowed thickly, wondering why he was telling Luna as much as he was. "I
know," he said, "But Severus is still suffering from what happened. Even if I don't
fully understand it, it doesn't seem right."</p>
<p>"The heart was made to be broken," Luna replied. She started the fire under her
cauldron and threw in the first of her ingredients. "And the best way to keep that
from happening is by pretending you don't have a heart at all. I think that's why
Professor Snape acts the way he does."</p>
<p>"But don't you see," Harry sighed, "That means my mum broke him. There's no way I
can ever hope to fix that."</p>
<p>Luna chuckled innocently. "Broken glass sort of looks like glitter, doesn't
it?"</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help himself. He laughed. Luna smiled brightly when he did.</p>
<p>"I have faith in the both of you, you know," Luna said, "Professor Snape has been
able to help you dispel most of your sadness. I know you can do the same for
him."</p>
<p>"Why do you think I was ever sad?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Luna looked at him knowingly. "I see many things, Harry Potter. It's easy to keep
an eye on others when you're invisible. I know you once knew this too."</p>
<p>Harry couldn't speak past the lump in his throat that had suddenly formed for no
good reason. Hedwig nipped his finger carefully and Harry smiled at her.</p>
<p>"This is where the potion stops doing what I want," Luna said, completely,
undisturbed. She was about to toss in her Valerian root when Harry stopped her.</p>
<p>"Don't throw it in haphazardly," he said, "You need to distribute the root along
the edges of the cauldron. It has a reaction with the pewter that you need for the
potion to work correctly."</p>
<p>"Is that so?" Luna asked, coyly tilting her head. She carefully added the powdered
root per Harry's instructions, watching eagerly as the potion absorbed the
ingredient.</p>
<p>"Don't forget to stir," Harry told her, snapping her out of her dreamy daze.</p>
<p>"Of course," Luna said as if she hadn't forgotten at all. She stirred ten times
clockwise while Harry watched.</p>
<p>"So how is your personal project coming along?" Luna asked.</p>
<p>Harry sighed. "Severus is forcing me to learn Occlumency before I am allowed to
try and brew it at all."</p>
<p>"You'll manage," Luna said knowingly, "I think your purpose is a great one."</p>
<p>"You do?" Harry asked, feeling uncharacteristically happy with the faith Luna
seemed to have in him.</p>
<p>"Even death has a heart," Luna said, "He will allow you your creation. I know
it."</p>
<p>Suddenly, Harry wondered how much Luna still struggled with the death of her
mother and if she was secretly looking forward to this potion herself. "I'm sorry
about your mother," Harry said out of the blue.</p>
<p>But Luna smiled and shook her head. "Death ends a life, not a relationship," she
said, "I miss her but I will always have her nearby."</p>
<p>Harry didn't know why he suddenly felt the urge to do so, but he embraced Luna
kindly, trying to comfort her. She did not hesitate to hug him back. And even though
he had initially hugged her to make her feel better, he couldn't help but feel his
own troubles dissipate somewhat as well.</p>
<p>When she ended the embrace, Harry felt almost saddened by it but he smiled back at
her unflinchingly.</p>
<p>"I do believe this attempt is considerably better, don't you?" Luna asked
sweetly.</p>
<p>"Huh?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"The draught," Luna replied, gesturing towards the cauldron.</p>
<p>"Oh," Harry said, "Yes. Of course." He looked in the cauldron and found no fault
with the potion at all. "It looked like you nearly had it anyway," Harry added, "You
really didn't need all that much help."</p>
<p>"We all need help sometimes," Luna said importantly. She bottled one vial and
vanished the rest of the potion. "I really admire you, do you know that?"</p>
<p>Harry felt himself flush, not knowing what to say. Thankfully for him, Luna didn't
seem to expect a reply.</p>
<p>"Bye, Harry!" she said before skipping out of the lab. Hedwig hooted as she left
and Harry stroked her absentmindedly wondering when he had grown so fond of that
dreamy little Ravenclaw.</p>
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<p>A few days later, Harry found himself sitting at the breakfast table, staring
wryly at his untouched breakfast rolls. He hadn't really spoken with Snape that much
since their Legilimency lesson. There didn't seem to be any anger or resentment
between them but they didn't speak nonetheless. When Harry chanced a glance at the
high table, Snape was sitting there with Professor Bell having a very one-sided
conversation with the man.</p>
<p>"Even more muggles have disappeared," Hermione said worriedly. Harry turned his
attention to her and frowned at the paper she was holding.</p>
<p>"Again?" he asked, "That's three days in a row."</p>
<p>"I know," Hermione said in frustration, "But this time, several muggles have died
on the scene of the disappearance as well."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ron said, drawing her in a one-armed embrace. "I know
you're worried about your parents."</p>
<p>Hermione accepted the embrace and nodded in Ron's chest. "I don't know what to
do."</p>
<p>"Maybe we can ask Dumbledore for help," Harry suggested, "Or if you want, we can
owl the ministry and ask them to place some Aurors on the lookout near them?"</p>
<p>"Why would they do that?" Hermione asked, "They're just dentists. There's nothing
special about them."</p>
<p>"We could at the least connect their fireplace to the floo network," Ron offered,
"Have it connect to Hogwarts and explain how it works. Place some wards around their
house and tell them to use the floo if it ever goes off."</p>
<p>"Ron," Hermione said, pulling back to look at him completely baffled. "That's
actually a very good idea. And Professor Dumbledore might even agree to it."</p>
<p>"Of course he'll agree to it," Harry agreed, "He cares about his students and I
know that he wouldn't want his top student's grades to go down because she's worried
all the time."</p>
<p>"What is Dumbledore even reading?" Ron suddenly asked when he noticed the strange
paper the man was holding. Harry squinted but couldn't make it out.</p>
<p>"The Sunday Times," Hermione said easily, "It's a muggle paper."</p>
<p>"It's not even Sunday!" Ron said, "Are muggles always that late with their
news?"</p>
<p>"Of course not," Hermione sighed, "But you can't very well expect a muggle paper
to get here on the day it's published, can you? It gets delivered to a squib
Professor Dumbledore is in contact with and they owl it to him. It's bound to be a
day late."</p>
<p>"Okay," Ron said slowly, "But why is he reading a muggle paper?"</p>
<p>"Is it because of the disappearances?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"I think so," Hermione said, "But to be honest, he didn't exactly tell me his
intentions when he asked me what I thought was the more reputable muggle paper."</p>
<p>Harry stared at Dumbledore contemplatively for a while when the man seemed to
notice that he was being watched and looked up to see Harry looking at him. He smiled
brightly and Harry smiled back sheepishly.</p>
<p>Dumbledore held his gaze for a moment more before inclining his head toward Snape.
Harry's gaze flickered to the man before he could help himself. Snape was busying
himself with eating eggs and ham. Professor Bell was no longer talking to him but
entertaining Hagrid with a funny anecdote of some kind if Hagrid's thunderous laugh
was any indication.</p>
<p>Harry met Dumbledore's gaze again and shrugged as he shook his head, a helpless
expression on his face. But Dumbledore winked at him and nodded as if to tell him
that everything would be alright.</p>
<p>"Ready for defence?" Ron asked.</p>
<p>"As ready as I'll ever be," Harry sighed, "Let's go."</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 18</strong></p>
<p>On the way to defence class, the golden trio was joined by Draco.</p>
<p>"Hi Draco," Harry greeted, "How's life?"</p>
<p>"Much better without a certain insanity-driven family member in it," Draco
replied.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled, "I can imagine. Ready to get the snot beaten out of you?"</p>
<p>"Me?" Draco replied, "Please, I'm a god when it comes to defence. If anyone's in
trouble, it's Weasley."</p>
<p>"Hey!" Ron said, "I could've done the same thing you did in that forest. I just
wasn't invited."</p>
<p>"Neither was I," Draco replied easily, grinning crookedly, "I simply didn't take
no for an answer."</p>
<p>"Boys, boys," Hermione interjected, "You're both pretty. Now can we move along
before we run late?"</p>
<p>"Hey, that's odd," Harry suddenly said, stopping at a sign they came across. "This
wasn't here before."</p>
<p>The sign read 'The Potions Laboratory'. Draco laughed out loud when he saw it.
"Well that's entirely wrong," he chuckled.</p>
<p>"Some poor first years are going to get lost," Hermione said in exasperation. She
took out her wand and waved it at the sign but nothing happened to it. She blinked in
confusion and tried again but to no avail. "It won't change."</p>
<p>"Leave it," Draco said, "Even the first years have been here for a few months
already. If they don't know their way yet, it's their own fault."</p>
<p>"Don't be so heartless," Hermione huffed but she put away her wand anyway. "Now
come on or Professor Snape will probably give us all detention."</p>
<p>Harry laughed, "We can always tell him the sign confused us."</p>
<p>The foursome sprinted – since they were really running late now – towards the
classroom and made it just in time. Snape was already sitting there, eyeing them
amusedly when they barged inside. Everyone else was already present.</p>
<p>"How kind of you to grace us with your presence," Snape said evenly, "Perhaps you
should refrain from taking a second helping next time, Mr Weasley."</p>
<p>Ron flushed and Draco snorted. Anticipating a lecture of some sort, they stood
waiting until Snape waved them off with his hand. "Take your seats before I decide to
take points."</p>
<p>They all did, somewhere near the back of the class.</p>
<p>"We have spent a large part of last year as well as these first few months on
individual prowess and improvement," Snape drawled, "And yet, you will find yourself
in numerous situations where you are expected to work together. Some of you wish to
pursue the career of an Auror. If so, you will be assigned a partner and expected to
work together for the length of your careers. The same goes for many other tangents
in the path of this line of work.</p>
<p>"You need to be able to protect each other as well as count on your partner,
wherever they came from." He eyed his students carefully. "Even a Slytherin has to be
able to work with a Gryffindor. Try not to lose yourself in each other's weaknesses
but build on each other's strengths."</p>
<p>Snape grinned. "I'm sure you all know where I'm going with this. You will be
pairing up with someone from another house. Choose wisely because you will be
training alongside each other for a considerable amount of time. You're allowed ten
minutes for your selection. No more. Begin!"</p>
<p>"I choose Draco!" Ron and Harry said in unison.</p>
<p>"Hey!" Hermione pouted, "That's not fair. Why can't I duel with Draco for a
change?"</p>
<p>"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable with another girl, though?" Ron said.</p>
<p>Hermione huffed, "Not necessarily. I just want to get good grades."</p>
<p>"While I am flattered to be so desirable," Draco interjected, "I think I choose
Harry."</p>
<p>"Out of the question," Snape suddenly said. Harry whirled around to see the man
looming over them.</p>
<p>"What?" He objected, "Why not?"</p>
<p>"The teams will be facing off against one another as you've no doubt gathered,"
Snape said easily, "I hardly think it fair to allow the two of you to team up against
any other pair. I would rather not have any casualties in my class."</p>
<p>"We wouldn't kill anyone," Draco snorted, "We can control ourselves."</p>
<p>"Even so," Snape said, "You wouldn't learn a thing from drawing on each other's
strengths. You know each other very well already, having been in battle
together."</p>
<p>Harry groaned and Snape rolled his eyes in response. "Don't be childish. Just find
someone else. I am sure you will have a myriad of partners to choose from."</p>
<p>Harry smiled when he realized that Snape was acting like his normal self. Maybe he
shouldn't have worried as much as he had about the man. "Alright, Professor," he
finally replied. "Sorry, Draco."</p>
<p>But the blonde waved him off and turned towards Ron and Hermione. "Alright, which
one of you wants to be in my magnificent presence for the next couple of months?"</p>
<p>Harry allowed his eyes to roam the others who seemed to be wandering aimlessly
through the classroom when he was addressed by someone.</p>
<p>"Would you like to pair up with me?"</p>
<p>Harry recognised the boy as Michael Corner. He had been one of the original
members of the D.A. and Harry knew that he was actually very capable. He had straight
black hair and brown eyes that looked at Harry expectantly. Harry knew Ron didn't
like him very much but thought that had more to do with him dating his sister way
back when than anything else.</p>
<p>"Michael, was it?" Harry replied, "Fine by me if you think you can keep up with
me."</p>
<p>Michael flashed Harry a crooked smile, an eager glint in his eyes. "I might
surprise you still," he said smoothly, extending his hand. Harry shook it, sealing
their new partnership.</p>
<p>"Time's up," Snape announced and the classroom fell silent. "Has everyone paired
up? Good. The first thing we will be practising is blocking for each other. Find
another team and wait for further instructions.</p>
<p>Ron rushed over to Harry, frowning slightly when he saw Michael. He was flanked by
Blaise Zabini who – for now – followed easily.</p>
<p>"Want to face off against us?" Ron asked.</p>
<p>"If you think you can handle us," Harry teased.</p>
<p>Zabini huffed. "I'm sure that being dragged down by dead weight like that –" he
inclined his head towards Michael "- will have you at a disadvantage."</p>
<p>"Oh?" Harry replied, "If I recall correctly, Michael made it into the advanced
defence lessons last year. And where were you again Zabini? Oh right, you were almost
not even good enough to stay."</p>
<p>"That's quite enough," Snape sneered but it wasn't directed at Harry's group per
se. Bickering had broken out nearly everywhere but stopped as soon as Snape had
raised his voice.</p>
<p>"For now, you will all be blocking stunning curses," he said, "This is not your
first year and I expect you all to know what you're doing at least. You will do this
all nonverbally. Points will be deducted for each word you say. You will not be
taking turns either. Treat this exercise as a real battle. If you get stunned, you
are out. If your partner gets stunned, you are out. When you are victorious, you
await the next party to be at the ready and start over. Begin."</p>
<p>Immediately, Harry and Michael backed away from Ron and Zabini. For a moment, no
spells were thrown, all four of them waiting for the others to begin. Eventually, it
was Zabini who fired the first stunning spell. Harry flicked his wand and thought of
his own version of the shield charm. Immediately, a pair of shields formed in front
of him and Michael.</p>
<p>Harry looked at Michael briefly, grinning as he did. The Ravenclaw seemed to
understand his intent and smirked. He fired off a stunning hex at Zabini but it was
blocked. Ron tried to reciprocate with his own spell but the shields were firmly held
in place by Harry and Michael cast his own spell at Ron who was unable to defend as
he had already fired off his attack. Zabini should've been able to block for him but
either didn't or couldn't. Ron was taken out of the battle but Zabini didn't seem to
care. He kept throwing his curses at the pair in front of him.</p>
<p>Harry shook his head at the ridiculous Slytherin. He noticed that Zabini was now
focusing all of his attacks on Harry as if he would be able to break through his
shield. Harry looked at Michael again and nodded, hoping that the Ravenclaw would get
his intent. When he noticed a second shield charm form in front of him, he knew that
he had. He dropped his own shields and waited until Zabini fired another spell. At
exactly the same moment, Harry cast his own stunning hex, effectively hitting Zabini
square in the chest. The Slytherin actually flew backwards for a few feet before
landing in a crumpled heap.</p>
<p>"Wicked," Michael said, high fiving Harry for their victory. Harry grinned and
went to wake up Ron. The redhead groaned as he got up from the floor.</p>
<p>"We never stood a chance," he whined.</p>
<p>"Next time," Michael said, "Once you learn to work together, you'll manage."</p>
<p>Ron snorted but didn't respond. He walked over to the side-lines, not even
bothering with waking up his teammate and sat down.</p>
<p>It was only to be expected that Harry and Michael won from every team they went up
against. And if Harry was honest, that was not even entirely because of him. Did his
own experience help him? Well, of course! But Michael was not bad himself. He seemed
to have a clear understanding of how a battle worked and was able to move with the
finesse of a Quidditch player. They had steered clear of Draco and Hermione, knowing
full well that they would probably be the team to beat and when the lesson had nearly
come to its conclusion it was indeed them they were faced off against.</p>
<p>Everyone else was watching them. Snape was leaning against the wall, his arms
crossed and a smirk on his face.</p>
<p>"A very expected turn of things," he drawled, "Why don't you show your fellow
classmates what it takes to be on a team. Use whatever spells you deem necessary
except for ones that may kill or maim permanently. Is that understood?"</p>
<p>Harry locked gazes with Michael once more and was satisfied to see that the boy
was absolutely ready for it. He seemed eager to show what he was capable off with a
burning passion. This was probably one of the students that aspired to become an
Auror.</p>
<p>"Begin," Snape said.</p>
<p>Both teams backed up, leaving a large amount of space between them. They stared
each other down but none of them was making the first move. Harry tightened his grip
on his wand as he shifted his weight to his back leg, regarding his adversaries
carefully.</p>
<p>The classroom was completely silent as the onlookers waited with bated breath.
Snape still acted aloof and relaxed but Harry knew that he too as waiting
intently.</p>
<p>Then, Harry and Draco both stepped forward at the same time, firing off their
spells. A blue beam met a red one in mid-air and an explosion followed. Harry ducked
to the right – away from Michael – and tried to make use of the smoke that had formed
to bypass Draco.</p>
<p>Trying to sneak past a Slytherin was a mistake though and he soon saw the
tell-tale red streak of a hex rushing his way. He raised his wand to attempt a
defensive shield when the spell already broke off against one a few feet in front of
him. '<em>Thanks Michael'</em>, he thought and rushed towards the middle of the
'battlefield'.</p>
<p>The smoke was gone now and Harry met up with Michael in the middle. They turned so
they stood with their backs towards one another. Hermione and Draco were both on
opposite ends of the room. They both fired a hex at the same time but Harry
recognised them for the elemental attacks they were and knew that a simper
'<em>Protego'</em> would not work. Michael hadn't noticed and his useless shield was
already up.</p>
<p>In a split second, Harry decided to shield Michael from Draco's attack that would
be decidedly worse than Hermione's.</p>
<p>"Stantibus Clypeum," he shouted as he grabbed Michael's arm. He was not able to
cast this one nonverbally yet but he heard no groans of protest from the Gryffindors.
Michael's skin turned into an earthy brown as it seemed to harden and sheen.
Meanwhile, Harry tried to duck out of the way of Hermione's blast and barely managed.
His arm was grazed by the spell and stung painfully but he ignored it for now as he
charged at Hermione.</p>
<p>If the other team had wanted to split up, that was on them. Hermione took a step
back and fired off some new curses and hexes that Harry simply dodged and blocked. He
heard the sounds of a second battle behind him but focused on the witch in front of
him.</p>
<p>With another flick of his wand, he managed to disarm Hermione. He caught her wand
as it flew in his hand and smiled at her victoriously, his wand now trained on her
neck.</p>
<p>"Well," Snape suddenly drawled, "It would appear we have a draw."</p>
<p>Harry blinked and turned around to see Michael on the floor, completely
incapacitated by a stunning hex. Draco was looking at him rather smugly.</p>
<p>"It would appear that you all still have a lot to learn about working together,"
Snape continued, "Nonetheless, it was very well done."</p>
<p>"Potter cast one of his spells verbally though," Zabini sneered.</p>
<p>"Did he?" Snape sneered, "I must not have heard that over the obvious jealousy
that came exuding from you. Come complain to me once <em>you're</em> able to cast
that particular spell nonverbally. Or at all, now that I think of it."</p>
<p>Zabini flushed but kept his mouth shut after that.</p>
<p>"Class dismissed," Snape said and walked over to his desk, straightening out some
papers as he stared at them dumbfoundedly.</p>
<p>"Is something wrong?" Harry asked as he approached the Professor.</p>
<p>"No," Snape said, now moving his inkwell a few inches to the right, "Just the
feeling that – never mind." He shook his head and placed the papers on the edge of
his desk. "Something I can help you with, Harry?"</p>
<p>"I was wondering if you still wanted to continue those Occlumency lessons," Harry
said bravely.</p>
<p>"Naturally," Snape replied, "It would be a shame to quit now. You've come so close
after all."</p>
<p>"Do you mean it?" Harry asked, "I just thought… well,"</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "It wasn't your fault," he said, "And you may not have realized but
I am an Occlumens. I am capable of controlling and reigning in my emotions. Which is
exactly what you need to learn."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry said, somewhat relieved. "For what it's worth, I think I get it
now."</p>
<p>Snape quirked a sardonic eyebrow. "Do you?"</p>
<p>Harry nodded, "Absolutely."</p>
<p>"We'll see," Snape said, "But for now, you'd best run along."</p>
<p>"Oh shoot," Harry said when he noticed everyone else was gone. "You're right. See
you later!"</p>
<hr size="1" noshade="noshade"/>
<p>As Harry and his friends manoeuvred through the corridors that day, they noticed a
lot more of those signs along the way. Most of them pointed in the entirely wrong
direction for what they were depicting but a small amount of them was correct.</p>
<p>It wasn't until Harry sat in the History of Magic class, waiting for Professor
Bell to arrive that he realized what must be happening. She didn't show up for
fifteen minutes and Harry suspected that the signage had thrown her off
completely.</p>
<p>"Maybe we should look for her," Draco offered willingly. Hermione rolled her eyes
at him.</p>
<p>"Eager, aren't you?" she pointed out.</p>
<p>"I bet she's somewhere near the transfiguration classroom," Harry offered, "There
was a sign reading 'History of Magic,' pointed in that direction anyway.</p>
<p>"I can't believe she still doesn't know her way around here," Ron chuckled.</p>
<p>"Come on, I'll go with you," Harry told Draco, "These History lessons are too good
to miss."</p>
<p>"Try not to get attacked by death eaters on the way there," Ron jibed
good-naturedly.</p>
<p>"We'll do our very best," Draco replied dutifully before exiting the classroom
with Harry on his heels.</p>
<p>"So, do you think Snape is behind this?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Almost definitely," Harry chuckled. "But to be honest, she kind of had it
coming."</p>
<p>"I'll say," Draco said happily, "I'm still looking for a charm to make that card
permanent. It's one of my most prized possessions."</p>
<p>"Don't let Snape catch you doing that," Harry warned, "Or he <em>really</em> might
lock you up in the dungeons."</p>
<p>"He would never punish his darling godson," Draco said assuredly, "I am simply too
endearing."</p>
<p>Harry cuffed Draco playfully. "You're a prat."</p>
<p>"And where are you two headed?" asked a familiar voice. Harry and Draco stopped in
their tracks to meet a surprised looking McGonagall.</p>
<p>"Hi Professor," Harry greeted sheepishly.</p>
<p>"Don't hi me, Potter," McGonagall said, "Why aren't you in class?"</p>
<p>"Professor Bell is missing," Harry explained, "We're expecting her to be somewhere
around here. Have you seen her?"</p>
<p>McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose as if she was fighting a headache. She
mumbled something under her breath but Harry didn't quite catch it.</p>
<p>"Point me Maya Bell," she said and started walking with Draco and Harry on her
tail. She stopped in front of her own classroom – there was no transfiguration lesson
planned this hour – and opened the door. Maya was sitting behind her desk.</p>
<p>"Oh, Minerva!" she greeted, "Good to see you."</p>
<p>"What are you doing here, Maya?" McGonagall asked, not quite able to hide her
exasperation.</p>
<p>Professor Bell flushed a bit. "I'm afraid I'm terribly lost," she admitted, "But
the new signs pointed me in the direction of this classroom so I thought some changes
had been made. But the students aren't coming."</p>
<p>"I don't know who put those signs there," McGonagall said sternly, "But they are
most decidedly wrong. And you are in the wrong classroom."</p>
<p>Professor Bell sucked in the air between her teeth. "Yes, I thought as much."</p>
<p>"Harry, Draco," McGonagall said, "Kindly escort Professor Bell to her own
classroom if you will."</p>
<p>"Of course, Professor," Harry said easily.</p>
<p>"Your escort awaits," Draco said haughtily, offering his arm. Maya chuckled and
took it as the three of them strolled out of the transfiguration classroom,
McGonagall shaking her head in their wake.</p>
<p>"I must admit that Severus really got me good with this one," Bell said
cheerfully.</p>
<p>"You think it was Snape?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>"I might not have a sense of direction but I do have a brain, you know?" Bell
said, "What other purpose could there possibly be?"</p>
<p>"We thought so too," Harry admitted.</p>
<p>"When do you think he'll have mercy on me?" Bell asked.</p>
<p>"Mercy?" Harry chuckled, "Severus shows no mercy, Professor."</p>
<p>Bell snorted. "Ah well, at least I'll get plenty of exercise roaming these
hallways."</p>
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<p>After the severely shortened History lesson where every student had been given a
character to play a role in the diplomacy feast of 1845, Harry lost track of
Professor Bell again since they had Potions class next. Ron had had a free period
which he undoubtedly spent playing Quidditch.</p>
<p>All four of them met up in the great hall for dinner where a sufficiently
smug-looking Snape sat, glancing at McGonagall in defiance.</p>
<p>"Fred and George would be proud," Ron snorted, "Who knew Snape had it in him to be
a prankster."</p>
<p>"I did," Draco said easily.</p>
<p>"Sure," Ron replied sardonically, "April fool's day must be a real hoot in the
Slytherin common room. Tell me, does he replace your shampoo with befuddlement
potions?"</p>
<p>Draco rolled his eyes. "He's normally not like this at Hogwarts," he explained, "I
meant at home. He's my godfather after all."</p>
<p>"Is he seriously not going to help Professor Bell out?" Hermione asked, "At this
rate, she might end up starving. She didn't make it here for breakfast or lunch
either."</p>
<p>Harry met Snape's gaze who smirked at him and Harry narrowed his eyes, inclining
his head towards the great hall entrance. Snape simply shrugged and took a bite from
his food.</p>
<p>'<em>Come on, be a gentleman,</em>' Harry wrote on his cuff.</p>
<p>'<em>Chivalry is a Gryffindor trait,</em>' came the reply.</p>
<p>'<em>Don't make me lace your food with your own limerick potion</em>,' Harry
threatened.</p>
<p>Snape stared at him coldly for a while before replying.</p>
<p>'<em>Even you are smart enough to realize you can't get to me through
potions.'</em></p>
<p>'<em>Not yet, perhaps</em>,' Harry replied simply.</p>
<p>Snape sighed theatrically and got up from his seat. He walked past Gryffindor
table, cuffing Harry lightly on the head as he went. Harry laughed and watched him
go.</p>
<p>"I envy your powers of persuasion," Draco said in awe. "If you can get
<em>Snape</em> to do something, you can influence everyone."</p>
<p>"You're a Malfoy," Harry pointed out, "I'm sure you're fine."</p>
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<p>Snape followed his own signage that led to the astronomy tower even though it read
'Great Hall'. He climbed the stairs to find Maya at the end of them, looking through
the large telescope that was used for astronomy classes.</p>
<p>"Did you not realize that there are no winding staircases that lead to the Great
hall?" Snape asked. Maya didn't even jump when he made his presence known.</p>
<p>"Hi Severus," she said, still staring through the telescope, "Took you long
enough."</p>
<p>"Yes, well, you have my son to thank for my coming here at all," Snape replied
evenly.</p>
<p>This time, Maya looked away and met Snape's bored glance with a smile. "Tell him I
said thanks," she said, "Because I'm simply starving."</p>
<p>"Come on then," Snape said, descending the stairs again.</p>
<p>"I love astronomy, you know," Maya suddenly said. Snape didn't reply. "Of course
I'll tell you why that is," Maya replied to the unspoken question. "You see, by
reading the stars you can find your way around, even if your sense of direction is as
horrible as mine."</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "I hope you learned your lesson."</p>
<p>"And what would that be?" Maya asked sweetly.</p>
<p>"Don't try and prank the master of cunning," Snape replied evenly.</p>
<p>Maya laughed loudly. "Alright," she said, "I'll at least admit that I've met my
match. But I'm not giving up yet!"</p>
<p>They walked past a sign that incorrectly pointed to the Defence classroom and
Snape waved his wand, changing it to correctly point towards the Great Hall.</p>
<p>"I didn't expect you to," Snape said smiling slightly. "Just don't be surprised
when you suddenly end up de-aged and transferred to Beauxbatons.</p>
<p>"You would never!" Maya exclaimed, grabbing hold of Snape's elbow with both her
hands entwined around it. "You would miss me way too much."</p>
<p>Snape snorted but allowed the close proximity of the History teacher. "You
overestimate your value," he said.</p>
<p>"Well, your son would miss me," Maya pointed out, "And I know your godson would as
well. So face it, you're stuck with me."</p>
<p>"As you say," Snape sighed in resignation as they arrived at the entrance of the
great hall. "Now unhand me woman, or I'll never hear the end of it."</p>
<p>Maya laughed and released him, skipping ahead of him to run into the great hall,
the dark master following behind her. He looked up just in time to see that
self-satisfied smirk on Harry's face.</p>
<p>"Brat," he mouthed. Harry just laughed.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 19</strong></p>
<p>Harry found himself on the way to Snape's private quarters once more, passing the
sign that spelt out 'Potions classroom' on the way there. Since the signs were all
still there but were now all displaying the proper information, Harry couldn't help
but wonder if this outcome of Snape's 'prank' had been his true purpose here. He had
noticed that Professor Bell was always on time nowadays and could get around much
more easily.</p>
<p>This would be their first lesson since that one experience with Legilimency Harry
had had before. While Snape had acted completely normal since then, Harry felt a
sense of trepidation when he thought of facing Snape in this particular context.</p>
<p>He easily found his Gryffindor courage and entered Snape's chambers, finding the
man sitting behind his desk with his feet propped up as he read a thick book.</p>
<p>"Good evening, Harry," Snape greeted casually. He placed a bookmark between the
pages and closed the book, putting it back in its rightful place on the shelf.</p>
<p>"Good evening," Harry replied easily. He felt the urge to add 'dad' at the end but
still didn't feel entirely comfortable with it. He mentally kicked himself. How many
more times would the man need to save his life and/ or almost die before he could
finally call him his dad without flushing every time he did it? But he catalogued
that thought away for another time and focused on the present.</p>
<p>"You didn't move the furniture out of the way," Harry noted.</p>
<p>"I don't see the point anymore," Snape replied easily, "At the rate, we're going,
you're hardly thrashing about nor is either one of us knocked to the ground anymore
as you practice. We'll be a lot more comfortable seated in a chair, wouldn't you
say?"</p>
<p>"Sure," Harry replied, "But don't blame me if I do end up breaking your favourite
bookcase or something."</p>
<p>Snape took out the familiar potion and swished it a bit in front of Harry's face
but drew back a bit when Harry made an attempt to grab it. The boy frowned but
waited, reading in Snape's expression that something had changed.</p>
<p>"This is the undiluted version of the potion," Snape said importantly.</p>
<p>"Already?" Harry asked, slightly taken aback.</p>
<p>"I feel that the diluted version doesn't exactly present you with a challenge
anymore," Snape explained, "Especially since you seemed adamant that you understood
the intent behind the shielding process."</p>
<p>Harry gave Snape a half-smile. "You're not doing this to get back at me, are
you?"</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "Of course not. I would never do such a thing."</p>
<p>Harry took a deep breath before taking the potion out of Snape's hands. "Okay," he
said resolutely, "Let's do this."</p>
<p>"You know the drill," Snape said, "Start by clearing your mind."</p>
<p>It took only a moment for Harry to do so and soon he drank the potion without any
more hesitancy. Snape looked at him expectantly, ready to jump in if needed while
Harry did his best to focus on occluding his mind.</p>
<p>The first thing he noticed was the sudden unbearable pain in his stomach. An
unintended side-effect from the potion. The diluted version had caused some
discomfort in the past but it had been nothing quite like this. Harry gasped for air
as the stabbing pain distracted him.</p>
<p>"I know it hurts," Snape told Harry. There was clear concern in his voice and
Harry noticed that the man reached out with his hand but Harry held up his own to
stop him.</p>
<p>"I'll be fine," he forced out, "Just give me a moment."</p>
<p>So far, he had been able to keep his Occlumency shields up but the memory of his
darkest day started seeping through. There were shards of hopelessness that seemed to
penetrate his mind, sowing the seeds of despair as they touched down. Harry gritted
his teeth at the growing sense of discomfort and hopelessness. He noticed that Snape
hadn't done anything yet and he pierced the man with an accusatory glare.</p>
<p>"What are you waiting for?" he snarled, "Do it!"</p>
<p>The sooner they could get this test started, the sooner they could get this over
with. Snape seemed to doubt for a moment but eventually, he raised his wand and aimed
it at Harry.</p>
<p>Harry wasn't even sure if Snape had spoken the word. He was more aware of that
subtle tingle of Legilimency touching on his shields than any other impulse around
him. The pain made him lash out with his own mind but Snape seemed to be expecting it
and slipped past.</p>
<p>Harry hissed when another stabbing pain coursed through his stomach. It was enough
to break his concentration and allow the memory to envelop him full force. And
suddenly, he was that young boy again, climbing the stairs of that old apartment
building. There was nothing he wanted more than to die and today he would fulfil that
goal.</p>
<p>"<em>Harry</em>," A voice called out to him, "<em>Remember. That's not you
anymore</em>."</p>
<p>Harry stopped climbing those stairs, looking around him. That's right. He was
'Harry' to someone. He was not 'freak' and he was not 'boy'.</p>
<p>Harry took a few more steps. Something was still pulling him upwards. "I don't
want this," he said, "I don't want any of this."</p>
<p>"<em>Block it, Harry</em>," the voice urged him, "<em>I know you can do it. You've
done it before. I have faith in you.</em>"</p>
<p>Everything hurt. Harry was in so much pain. What had caused that again? Vernon
hadn't touched his stomach in over a week. A shard of a memory penetrated his mind.
That's right. He had drunk that potion. That had caused the pain. He was practising
Occlumency with Snape. With his father. He had a father now.</p>
<p>Harry shook his head, dislodging his consciousness from the memory and freed
himself somewhat from the potion's effects.</p>
<p>"<em>There you go,"</em> Snape said gently.</p>
<p>Harry distanced himself from the feelings of hopelessness and grief as he watched
that familiar mist swirl all around him. He remembered what he had felt Snape do when
he had been in his memory and tried his best to copy his actions. He willed the mist
to solidify and bend as he wished. Time seemed to stop altogether in the memory as
the colour faded. And then, Snape's presence was gone entirely.</p>
<p>While that had been his goal, Harry suddenly felt very lost. He missed the
invading presence and almost willed it to come back. But he reminded himself of his
goal and steeled his resolve. He closed off the memory and banished it to the back of
his mind.</p>
<p>He imagined himself sitting in that sterile white room Snape had drawn him into a
couple of times and suddenly he was there. Alone this time. He sighed in relief
nonetheless. In this place, there were no unresolved emotions. In here no one was
dying; there were no abusive Dursleys or evil Dark Lords. Even the physical pain he
knew he was still experiencing couldn't reach him here. Somewhere outside, he was
vaguely aware of someone trying to break through his shields once more but he found
himself not caring anymore.</p>
<p>He imagined himself a crimson couch with large, fluffy pillows and lay down in it,
waiting calmly for the potion to wear off.</p>
<p>Snape was decidedly pleased when Harry had been able to push him out of his mind.
Even if he had tried to hold on tight, he wouldn't have been able to stay in the
boy's head and so he found himself back in the chair behind his desk, looking at
Harry. The boy's eyes seemed to look right through him as if he were in a deep
meditative state. Even the pain he should be experiencing didn't deter the boy in the
slightest.</p>
<p>"Alright," Snape said, "Let's see if you can keep me out this time."</p>
<p>There was no reaction from Harry. A good sign. Snape cast the spell and tried to
invade. But where the shields stood on a shaky foundation before, they were now
embedded into the walls of what seemed to be a fortress. Its gate was shut and
impenetrable. Snape poked and prodded, trying to find a weakness somewhere. But
eventually, he had to concede that there was no way for him to get in there
again.</p>
<p>He stopped trying and regarded Harry carefully. He had withdrawn into himself.
Normally, this would be quite excessive for simply keeping an invading presence out
but while the potion was still in his system, this was probably the boy's best
defence. Snape just hoped that Harry would be able to detect when it was time to
allow himself his normal presence of mind again. For now, he grabbed the book he had
been reading before and flipped it open again, refocusing his attention on the
deciphering of ancient codes.</p>
<p>Harry had imagined himself a clock but it didn't do him any good. Its hands were
spinning rapidly and chaotically. Sometimes they moved forward and other times they
went back. They stopped randomly but conveyed no coherent message so Harry just
removed it again with a wave of his hand. The books he had conjured for himself were
empty. He was only able to fill the pages with information he already knew which was
logical but also useless.</p>
<p>How much time had passed by now? Harry knew that it took an hour before the potion
would wear off but it was impossible for him to tell time in here. He knew Snape had
told him that time seemed to move differently in one's mind and wondered how he would
know when to pull back out. The last time, Snape had somehow been aware of exactly
when the potion had worn off.</p>
<p>A couple of times already, he had felt the push of a Legilimens, trying to make
his way in, but Harry had diligently disallowed all access as was expected of him. No
doubt, Snape was testing him. It was only after he felt someone unfamiliar try to
make their way in that he gathered something might be wrong. Until then, he hadn't
even realized that different people might feel dissimilar when trying to make their
way in. It was a startling discovery. Who was doing this?</p>
<p>He felt the push again and decided that it was probably time anyway. He withdrew
from his chamber of serenity and allowed his mind to get back in touch with his
emotions and memories. He blinked a few times and refocused his attention only to
find both Snape and Dumbledore sitting in front of him.</p>
<p>"Harry!" Snape exclaimed. The happiness that oozed from his voice confused Harry
profoundly. Dumbledore seemed equally relieved.</p>
<p>"Oops," Harry uttered, "Did I lose track of time?"</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled. "I should say so," he said, "You were gone for nearly five
hours."</p>
<p>"You're kidding!" Harry said, jumping up. It was only then that he noticed that
his legs were asleep so he came crashing back down in his chair. "I wasn't even sure
if an hour had passed or not," Harry added.</p>
<p>Snape groaned. "I didn't think you would close yourself off," he said, "Otherwise
I would have agreed on a signal with you."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I really didn't mean to worry you."</p>
<p>"What made you decide to come out again?" Dumbledore asked kindly.</p>
<p>"When you tried to break my shields, I knew it wasn't' dad's presence," Harry said
honestly. He didn't notice the twinkling in Dumbledore's eyes increase in ferocity.
"I didn't recognise you so I thought something was wrong."</p>
<p>"Foolish child," Snape said but Harry recognised the fondness in his voice.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," he said again, "I honestly didn't realize."</p>
<p>"Well, it would appear that you've made some fantastic progress today, my boy,"
Dumbledore praised proudly, "It would appear to me that you're nearly there."</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "I can't use that potion again though."</p>
<p>"Why not?" Harry asked, "In the end, it wasn't so bad."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "No, because you withdrew into yourself. In any case, the toxicity
in the undiluted version hasn't left your body yet and won't for a while. Giving you
another dose might cause you permanent damage."</p>
<p>"I daresay you won't need it anymore anyway," Dumbledore said. He put a comforting
hand on Snape's shoulder and smiled at him. "I suggest you and Harry eat something.
You must both be positively famished."</p>
<p>"I'm just very thirsty," Harry suddenly noted.</p>
<p>"Another side effect of the potion," Snape said evenly, already pouring Harry a
glass of water. He handed it to his son and turned his attention to Dumbledore.
"Thank you for the assistance, Albus. I'll make sure to educate Harry on the use of
exclusion."</p>
<p>"I know you will, Severus," Dumbledore said knowingly, "Should you need me, you
know where to find me. Good night to you both."</p>
<p>"Good night," Snape replied but Harry was still gulping down the glass of water
and soon Dumbledore had disappeared through the floo.</p>
<p>Snape summoned a house-elf and ordered dinner for both of them before directing
his attention to Harry.</p>
<p>"You gave me quite the scare, you know," he said.</p>
<p>"It was only for a few hours," Harry replied, "I'm fine."</p>
<p>Snape groaned. "I know you're <em>fine</em>, Harry. I just wasn't sure if you knew
how to restore the connection to your mind by yourself and I couldn't get in to show
you."</p>
<p>"I hope you're not saying I'm <em>too</em> good at Occlumency now," Harry sighed.
Food appeared on Snape's desk and Harry felt his mouth water. He hadn't even noticed
that he had become hungry.</p>
<p>Snape rolled his eyes. "Of course not," he said, "You simply need more
information. You clearly didn't tether yourself to your mind when you disconnected
yourself."</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked, holding his hand in front of his mouth to keep Snape from
seeing the chewed up food inside.</p>
<p>"Charming," Snape sneered. He cut into his own food and waited a bit.</p>
<p>"A tether," he finally said, "binds you to your mind when you retreat as you did.
You can use it to check on the mind you're occupying which is usually your own."</p>
<p>"Oh," Harry replied, "And how do I create that tether?"</p>
<p>"You form it the same way you formed those shields, "Snape said easily, "Once you
know it's supposed to be there, it's easy to create."</p>
<p>"Can I practice it?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Perhaps next time," Snape replied, "It's getting to be very late and I'm
exhausted."</p>
<p>Harry grinned. "Can't imagine why."</p>
<p>Snape shot him a devastating glare but Harry smiled cheekily.</p>
<p>"I will admit that you made tremendous progress tonight though," Snape said
coldly, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.</p>
<p>"Does that mean what I think it means?" Harry said hopefully.</p>
<p>"Soon," Snape said, "Very soon."</p>
<p>Harry sighed contently, tearing off another piece of bread. "That's great," he
said, "I can't wa-" he stifled a yawn, "- wait."</p>
<p>"Finish your food, Harry," Snape said softly, "You need to go to sleep soon. It's
still a school night."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Yes," he said tiredly, "Sleep does sound good. Can I stay here
tonight?"</p>
<p>Snape rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Alright," he said, "Just don't make a
habit out of it. Your friends would have my hide if you do."</p>
<p>Harry nodded, unsuccessfully trying to pierce a pea with his fork. He felt himself
nodding off already and was barely able to stop himself from falling asleep into his
plate.</p>
<p>Snape sighed as he watched the unbecoming display. "Go to bed, Harry," he said,
"You can eat more at breakfast tomorrow." If the Potions Master was entirely honest
with himself, he too felt about ready to collapse. He vanished the plates of food
that had barely been touched.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry murmured, "I'll sleep right here." He put his head on his arms,
falling asleep right then and there on the desk.</p>
<p>Snape regarded his exhausted child wistfully and brushed his fringe out of his
face, his touch soft and caring. "You'll be the death of me, child," he whispered
fondly before tiredly running a hand through his own hair. Steeling himself, he got
to his feet and lifted Harry out of the chair by means of a hover charm. With his
wand out, he floated Harry over to his bed, drawing back the blankets before lowering
Harry onto the mattress. With another wave of his wand, he transfigured Harry's
clothes into nightwear.</p>
<p>Snape pulled the blankets up to Harry's chin and watched as he snuggled into his
pillow. When asleep, the boy still looked so much younger than he actually was. Snape
felt a pang of sorrow knowing how many years in the boy's life he had squandered by
being distant and cruel. And so many more years were wasted that he didn't even know
the child. If only Lily could have loved him back. In a different world – a better
world – Harry could have been his from the start.</p>
<p>With a silent sigh, Snape turned off the light; cast one last glance Harry's way
and closed the door ever so softly, leaving the boy to his dreams.</p>
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<p>Harry awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast and wondered for a moment
if Ron had snuck food into the tower for him. He suddenly started as he remembered
where he was, sitting upright in his bed. He glanced around and shook his head at
himself when he realized he was in Snape's chambers again. He didn't even remember
getting to bed.</p>
<p>He glanced down and saw that he was wearing black nightwear that was most
certainly not his style. Yup. Snape had definitely tucked him in. And yet, he wasn't
as mortified by that as he once had been. He stretched his arms, groaning as he did
and got out of bed and out of the room.</p>
<p>He found Snape reading the paper while he was drinking a cup of coffee. A small
assortment of breakfast foods littered the table but Snape wasn't eating yet.</p>
<p>"We simply have to stop meeting like this," Harry joked. Snape peered from behind
his paper and gave Harry an appraising look. When he seemed satisfied he smirked and
gestured towards the chair next to him.</p>
<p>"Since you made yourself at home already, why don't you help yourself to some food
as well," he said.</p>
<p>"You didn't <em>have</em> to let me stay here, you know," Harry said cheerfully as
he cut open a roll.</p>
<p>"What could I do when you practically begged me to?" Snape said evenly, "And then
you fell asleep on my desk. You were practically purring like a kitten."</p>
<p>"I was not," Harry objected though not as vehemently as he once would have. "You
just didn't want me to leave. In fact, you would probably move me here permanently if
you could find a good excuse."</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "And have a messy Gryffindor disturb my peaceful mornings?" he
asked sardonically, "Where do I sign up?"</p>
<p>"You call <em>me</em> messy?" Harry asked, "You can't even keep your bookshelves
in order."</p>
<p>"What?" Snape asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.</p>
<p>Harry peered at the misbehaving bookshelf. "Honestly, putting '<em>Moste Potente
Potions'</em> in the middle of those Herbology books seems off, doesn't it?"</p>
<p>Snape followed Harry's gaze and muttered in annoyance under his breath as he got
up to fix the discrepancy. Harry smiled knowingly, stealing the newspaper to see if
anything of import happened.</p>
<p>There were more muggle killings and disappearances happening. Nothing near
Hermione's family just yet though.</p>
<p>"Who do you think is doing this?" Harry asked when Snape took his seat again.</p>
<p>"I have my suspicions," Snape said, "But I will not be sharing those with
you."</p>
<p>"Why not?" Harry whined childishly.</p>
<p>Snape frowned at him. "Would you like some cheese to go with that whine?"</p>
<p>Harry sneered and took a bite out of his sandwich. "Keeping secrets from me never
works, you know," he said cleverly, "I always find out one way or another. And
without the proper context, I might do something you might consider to be
dangerous."</p>
<p>"You are incorrigible sometimes, do you know that?" Snape asked in mock anger,
"How many Death Eaters do you need to defeat before you're satisfied?"</p>
<p>"All but one," Harry replied easily, winking at Snape cheekily.</p>
<p>"If you're not careful, I'll recruit Ms Granger to keep an eye on you," Snape
said, "Tell her to let me know whenever you put a toe out of line."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "Like she would listen."</p>
<p>"Perhaps not entirely," Snape replied casually, "But I have my ways."</p>
<p>"Are you implying you would Legilimise her?" Harry asked easily, "Because I don't
believe it for one second."</p>
<p>"When did I stop instilling fear in you?" Snape growled.</p>
<p>"I think Alex had a lot to do with that," Harry smiled fondly.</p>
<p>"Meddling muggle," Snape muttered, "Now finish your breakfast. Classes are almost
starting."</p>
<p>Harry responded by rapidly stuffing himself with the scrambled eggs he had piled
onto his plate. Snape rolled his eyes and went back to reading his newspaper,
scanning the page that reported an increase in muggles admitted to St. Mungo's.</p>
<p>It would seem that even with the Dark Lord gone, dark activity was still happening
all around them. With a sigh, he finished his breakfast.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 2</strong></p>
<p>At first, Snape didn't quite know how to respond. Harry was eyeing him
thoughtfully and for a moment, Snape considered if Harry was making a joke. The sense
of apprehension he got from the boy implied otherwise though. Snape opened his mouth
to speak, closed it for a second as if reconsidering, then opened his mouth
again.</p>
<p>"Are you sure that you know what that entails?" he asked carefully.</p>
<p>"I know what it means," Harry huffed, "It means that you teach potions, don't you?
At Hogwarts or another school for that matter."</p>
<p>"It does," Snape said, stroking his chin slightly, "Among other things, of course.
A potions Master might also use their skill in other fields of the magical world such
as healing and scientific research. But am I to understand that teaching is something
you wish to pursue?"</p>
<p>"It's not like I haven't taught anyone before," Harry argued, "I've taught the
D.A. and if I do say so myself, all of my '<em>students'</em> did very well. Why do
you think you have such an abundance in your NEWT class this year?"</p>
<p>"I didn't ask if this was something you would be able to do," Snape countered, "I
am well aware of your success in teaching before. But is it something you
enjoyed?"</p>
<p>Harry actually smiled at that question. "It was," he admitted, "Very much so,
even. It was amazing to see everyone improve as they did. And to think that I had a
hand in it."</p>
<p>"As a hired Professor, one would need to attempt to teach every child that sets
foot into Hogwarts," Snape said, "Not only the ones who actually desire to learn your
craft as was the case with the D.A. Is that something you can do?"</p>
<p>Harry frowned for a moment as he thought that over but he was quick to recover.
"It is," he said, "I would much prefer that over being an Auror."</p>
<p>Snape's lips quirked upwards ever so slightly but he tried covering that up by
sipping his tea.</p>
<p>"Very well," he said evenly, "But why potions? You've already established that you
do quite well when teaching defence. You could always go in that direction."</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "I told you I've had enough of that particular field. Besides,
there's something… calming about brewing potions."</p>
<p>"You're not saying this to try and please me, are you?" Snape asked suddenly,
"Because you can be whatever you want. Quite literally, I imagine. Who would dare to
turn down Harry Potter?"</p>
<p>"Oh, stop it," Harry snarled, throwing a biscuit in Snape's general direction, "As
if I would accept any handouts. No, I like potions and I like teaching. I've thought
about this for a while now and I think that this would be a good choice for me."</p>
<p>"You realize that you will need to catch up on your studies for that to work,"
Snape said importantly, "You're about to step into your last year and you haven't
even begun on the development of your Magnum opus yet."</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked, suddenly very worried, "Is a thing like that even expected
from students? Isn't there some sort of higher education for that?"</p>
<p>"Don't worry, Harry," Snape said soothingly, "It's not as if anyone is expecting
you to cure Lycanthropy or something like that."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "I should hope not. If the great Severus Snape isn't able to do
that, how am I supposed to?"</p>
<p>"In any case," Snape interrupted, "You are expected to create something new of
your own. And not the – I apologize for saying this – rather clumsy attempt at an
original potion you created two years ago. You will need to perfect it through trial
and error and not stop when you think it's good enough. Good enough is not perfect
and that's what you need."</p>
<p>"While that sounds exciting and all," Harry said, "I don't understand why that's
necessary for a teaching job. Did Trelawney have to do something like that for
divination?"</p>
<p>"I hardly think anyone ever blows up their teacup just by interpreting it
incorrectly," Snape said, "In many of the courses you take at Hogwarts, it is quite
enough to have a basic understanding of the subject. As a Potions Master, however,
you need to be capable to counteract – in an instance's notice – whatever your
students are able to mess up. You have no idea what kind of volatile concoctions can
be created by students haphazardly throwing things in their cauldron. Seemingly at
random!"</p>
<p>The frustration was evident in Snape's voice and Harry smiled in his hand. At one
time, he had been one of those students.</p>
<p>"You need to be able to diffuse any situation and correct or heal any wrongdoings.
Evading permanent damage to any student is advisable, even if their own lack of
resolve and focus are the direct cause of their failure."</p>
<p>"It could always be Slytherins throwing things in other people's cauldrons," Harry
offered.</p>
<p>"What a silly notion," Snape replied coldly, "That is a very unlikely event. But
even so, that is one more thing you would need to be prepared for. Do you understand
why it is so important to learn everything there is to know about potions? And
knowledge is not enough either. You require a true understanding of the art and that
requires focus and hard work."</p>
<p>Harry sighed wearily as he envisioned the amount of work that was already laid out
for him. But even when aware of the arduous task in front of him, his resolve did not
falter.</p>
<p>"I understand," he said, "And I am ready for it. I want to do this."</p>
<p>"If you are certain," Snape said agreeably, a true smile now on his face.</p>
<p>"I am," Harry said proudly.</p>
<p>"You will need a master to guide you over the years to come," Snape continued, "I
presume that it would be satisfactory for myself to take on that role?"</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes at the unnecessary question. "Of course."</p>
<p>"You will also need to stay at Hogwarts for another year after this one," Snape
said absentmindedly as he started scribbling away on a piece of parchment, "A
specialisation year so to speak."</p>
<p>"Is that what you did?" Harry asked curiously.</p>
<p>Snape stopped writing for a moment and regarded Harry carefully. "It was not," he
admitted, "But as you are well aware, I was struggling with more than simply my
education at that point in my life."</p>
<p>Harry flushed slightly. "Right," he said.</p>
<p>"But for you, it will work out just fine," Snape said, kindly ignoring Harry's
discomfort. "You need not worry about that just yet, though. You first need to pass
your NEWT's. You will be expected to study independently for a great deal of your
time. And you will be required to share your research with me in order for me to
assist you to the best of my abilities."</p>
<p>"Does that mean you'll be looking over my shoulder the entire time?" Harry asked
exasperatedly.</p>
<p>"In the literal sense of the word, no," Snape replied, "But essentially, yes."</p>
<p>"Wonderful," Harry said sardonically.</p>
<p>"If not, you can always study something else," Snape said evenly, "But if you wish
to pursue the career of a Potions Master, this is what you need to do. What did you
expect? That you could waltz into Professor Dumbledore's office at the end of your
last year and ask him for a job? It's not that easy."</p>
<p>"It seems to be that easy for defence," Harry mumbled.</p>
<p>Snape shot him a devastating look, and Harry quickly realized that Snape had
failed time and time again to land the defence job and had only been able to do so
last year.</p>
<p>"Right," he said quickly, "Sorry."</p>
<p>"I assure you that it will <em>not</em> be that easy," Snape said, "So if you wish
to reconsider –"</p>
<p>"I don't," Harry said quickly, "I'll do it. Tell me what I should do."</p>
<p>"You will begin – as you have before – by preparing the theorem of what you seek
to create. You are not permitted to start brewing until I have read and approved your
construction."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry said, "When should I –"</p>
<p>"I imagine you can think of what it is you wish to pursue already," Snape said,
"But while my library is by no means insignificant, it is of paramount importance
that you use all the knowledge you can possibly acquire in the construction of your
theorem. Therefore, I suggest that you wait until we are back at Hogwarts for you to
actually begin your research."</p>
<p>"Will I still even need to take classes like transfiguration and charms?" Harry
asked.</p>
<p>"Naturally, you do," Snape replied, "No knowledge is ever wasted and besides, you
should always wish to keep as many doors open as possible. If you – for some reason –
should have a change of heart at some point and wish to pursue the path of an Auror
once more, I would be most aggrieved to see you deprived of that opportunity simply
because you didn't feel the need to apply yourself in your final year."</p>
<p>"I could spend more time in private research of I dropped those classes, though,"
Harry said.</p>
<p>"You will do no such thing," Snape snarled, "It doesn't really matter when you
finish your research. There is no time limit, though I do hope you would see fit to
focus enough to finish in a timely fashion. I myself became a Potions Master at the
age of twenty-one."</p>
<p>"That's hardly fair," Harry pointed out, "Everyone knows that about you. It was an
achievement on its own, so I hear. So you can't possibly expect me to do the
same."</p>
<p>"My point is that you will continue to do well in your other chosen courses,"
Snape said sternly, "Fail to do so, and there will be consequences."</p>
<p>"And this is why it's hard to have a parent at school," Harry mumbled.</p>
<p>"You understand that my being your assigned Master would give me the same right of
chastisement," Snape pointed out, "Even more so than it would for a parent. I will
seek discipline and diligence from you as I would from any other apprentice."</p>
<p>"Have you ever had an apprentice before?" Harry asked at the prompt.</p>
<p>"No," Snape admitted, "But I've taught plenty of students. I know precisely what
I'm doing."</p>
<p>At that point, Hedwig flew into the dining room, dropping a letter onto Harry's
plate. She perched on the back of her master's chair, waiting patiently for a few
scraps of bacon.</p>
<p>"It would appear that your Hogwarts letter has arrived," Snape pointed out.</p>
<p>"The last one I'll ever get," Harry said mournfully, "Or would I still get one for
this specialisation year you mentioned?"</p>
<p>"I imagine not," Snape replied, shaking his head, "For I can inform you of the
requirements myself since I will be the one overseeing that year."</p>
<p>Harry turned his attention to the letter, opening it with a pang of regret as he
glanced at his list of school supplies. His last list. He was officially an adult now
and would soon need to venture into the adult world. Maybe this extra year would end
up being a welcome surprise. He wasn't ready to leave Hogwarts just yet, after all.
One more year was not enough. Not at all.</p>
<p>"That's odd," Harry frowned when he took a closer look at the list.</p>
<p>Snape made a questioning sound as he glanced at his copy of '<em>The Practical
Potioneer'</em> that had also just been delivered.</p>
<p>"There's a history book on my list," Harry said, '<em>Connections through the
ages'</em> by <em>Maya Bell</em>," Harry frowned in disgust. "They obviously made a
mistake. I don't take history anymore."</p>
<p>Snape had an annoyed glint in his eyes, "There's been no mistake. The headmaster
will explain everything at the start of the year."</p>
<p>Harry frowned but felt that he shouldn't press the matter further.</p>
<p>"Can I go get my things with Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked, "It'll be the last
chance I'll get."</p>
<p>"That goes without saying," Snape said, "I too shall come to get the things you
and I both require to get this apprenticeship started.</p>
<p>"I just hope you won't be too hard on me," Harry chuckled nervously, "I can just
imagine getting the old Snape back just for this occasion."</p>
<p>"I will treat you fairly but I will also be strict," Snape replied, "I have no
patience for dunderheads as you well know."</p>
<p>"I know, I know."</p>
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<p>"What?!" Hermione squealed. Harry wasn't sure if she was elated or just plain
upset. "You're taking a specialisation year? That's possible? Why hasn't anyone told
me about this?"</p>
<p>"Calm yourself, Ms Granger," Snape chided, "You have not heard about this because
it is a rare occurrence. Most students simply graduate and move on with their lives.
Thankfully."</p>
<p>"But sir!" Hermione replied, her voice trembling with excitement, "If that's a
possibility, I feel like everyone should get that opportunity."</p>
<p>Snape quirked an expressive eyebrow. "And what specialisation would you have in
mind?"</p>
<p>"I don't know," Hermione said, "I've never thought about it. I didn't think it
necessary before."</p>
<p>"Exactly," Snape pointed out, "If and when a student shows the need or desire to
move forward in one particular subject, arrangements may be made for them. But a
student such as yourself, who delights in learning everything rather than focus and
apply herself to one field of study has no need for specialisation."</p>
<p>"but I could specialize in different courses!" Hermione said eagerly, "Perhaps I
can take two per year for a few more years and then –"</p>
<p>"Ms Granger," Snape interrupted, "You clearly miss the point of what
specialisation means. Has your third year taught you nothing? Even you cannot
possibly hope to gain that much information in such a short time."</p>
<p>Hermione's shoulders drooped.</p>
<p>"I suggest you discuss this with your head of house," Snape finally said, "She
might be able to guide you where you wish to go. But first, you should focus on your
seventh year."</p>
<p>"Yes, professor," Hermione agreed.</p>
<p>Ron consoled his now official girlfriend by draping his arm around Hermione's
shoulders and earned himself a coy smile in return. Harry felt a pang of jealousy at
their intimacy and glanced over at Ginny automatically. When he met her gaze, he felt
himself go beat red.</p>
<p>What was wrong with him? He shook his head to clear his mind of any intrusive
thoughts and focused on the task at hand.</p>
<p>They were almost done with their shopping. Hermione had commented that their new
history book was one that had only recently been published, which was odd enough in
itself since Binns didn't seem to accept anything new that happened. He had always
used the same old material, never finding the need to upgrade.</p>
<p>And yet, here they were.</p>
<p>"Why do you think we've all been signed up for History classes?" Harry asked,
furrowing his brow, "Didn't we get tortured enough during our first five years? I
thought we were done with that horrible class."</p>
<p>"I don't know, Harry," Hermione said, frowning in confusion herself. "It's
certainly odd that the school would make it mandatory again. Do you think it's been
demanded by the Ministry for some reason?"</p>
<p>"After Umbridge, I doubt they would try that," Harry said, "On the other hand, I
guess you never know for sure."</p>
<p>Ron sighed as they stopped in front of the Quidditch supply store</p>
<p>"I wish that I had a new broom<br/>
The one with the bright yellow plume<br/>
Have to use one from school<br/>
Makes me look like a fool<br/>
I just want my own broom that goes zoom."</p>
<p>"You have only one more year to go, though," Hermione said cleverly, "Wouldn't it
be kind of a waste to get a broom just for that?"</p>
<p>"So I guess that we don't need to eat<br/>
Or to wear shoes that protect our feet<br/>
When I go up and fly<br/>
Venture out in the sky<br/>
More than anything, I feel complete"</p>
<p>"That's a tad melodramatic, don't you think?" Hermione argued, "You can't possibly
be comparing flying with basic necessities."</p>
<p>"Either he does or he's influenced by the potion," Harry chuckled, "You know, to
be extra poetic."</p>
<p>Ron glared angrily at Harry and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something,
but closed it again.</p>
<p>"Go ahead, Ron," Harry urged, laughing, "What's on your mind?"</p>
<p>Ron whispered in a fierce tone,</p>
<p>"Professor Snape is a cunt,<br/>
I'm overflowing with want<br/>
To hex his hair blue<br/>
His skin and robes too<br/>
And up his arse conjure a shunt"</p>
<p>"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed loudly, "Language!"</p>
<p>"Is Ickle Ronniekins at it again?" Fred asked as he captured Ron's head in a
one-armed embrace</p>
<p>"Who knew that one could be so poetically rude!" George added happily.</p>
<p>"Which reminds me Forge,"</p>
<p>"Do tell, Gred!"</p>
<p>"We ought to speak to this master of pranks."</p>
<p>They turned around and walked over to Snape who stood a few feet away, perusing
the list he had written down before.</p>
<p>"Master!" Fred exclaimed loudly.</p>
<p>"We bow before your brilliance," George said solemnly as he bowed very deeply, his
arm outstretched in a wholly exaggerated manner.</p>
<p>"Mr's Weasley," Snape said curtly, glaring all the while as if he hoped that they
would move away just by encountering his fearsome gaze. Unfortunately for him, the
twins were no longer his students and even when they were, they were never afraid of
the Potions Master.</p>
<p>"We need the recipe to that brilliant potion you constructed," Fred said.</p>
<p>"We will pay you handsomely for it," George added with a wink.</p>
<p>Snape snorted in amusement. "You'll have to be more specific, I'm afraid," he
said, "I have created many different potions over the course of my life and I'm sure
I know not of which one you speak." But the twitching of his lips suggested
otherwise.</p>
<p>"Come now, Professor," Fred said importantly, "You know very well what we're
talking about."</p>
<p>"Poetic justice," George sighed happily, "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? We
want to sell it at our shop."</p>
<p>"Can you imagine," Fred said dreamily, "To have an entire class of students who
can only speak in Limericks?"</p>
<p>"That is not a particularly pleasant idea, Mr Weasley," Snape said icily, "So no,
I don't think I will."</p>
<p>"Sleep on it, if you would," George said, "We'll gladly give you a percentage of
the profit."</p>
<p>"Ten per cent will do," Fred said, "As well as bragging rights going to Professor
Severus Snape."</p>
<p>"Perhaps in another lifetime," Snape replied before stepping forward and joining
his son.</p>
<p>"Are you quite finished getting your school supplies?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"We have everything," Harry replied, chuckling happily as he glanced at his
redheaded friend. Hermione was rolling her eyes and blushing fiercely for some
reason.</p>
<p>"And how are you today, Mr Weasley?" Snape asked, a sadistic smile on his
lips.</p>
<p>Ron thought for a while before sighing and answering.</p>
<p>"I am honestly not very well<br/>
I am constantly tired as hell<br/>
To think of each word<br/>
Is most unpreferred<br/>
Could you please just cast me a spell?"</p>
<p>"Very impressive," Snape smirked, "You will soon be among the most eloquent of
your age group. As for casting a spell, I'm afraid I cannot."</p>
<p>Ron looked disappointed and even glared at Snape but didn't speak again.</p>
<p>"There is no spell or antidote to counter the potion," Snape explained, "As I have
told you before. Surely, you have learned by now to not go rummaging through people's
private stashes, haven't you?"</p>
<p>Ron nodded solemnly.</p>
<p>"I'm sure it will wear off in a few days," Snape assured him, "And so will the
colour of your hair."</p>
<p>Ron's face coloured a fierce red which mismatched his now green hair terribly.</p>
<p>"Harry, I have gotten you the things for your extracurricular brewing," Snape
said, earning himself a subtle glare from Hermione which he chose to ignore.</p>
<p>"What kind of things?" Harry asked curiously.</p>
<p>"You will be needing more than two cauldrons," Snape explained, "So I picked up
five more. I also got you a new pair of dragonhide gloves, a set of precisely
accurate scales, stirrers of each kind of material and cutting tools. I also didn't
neglect to set you up with at least the more basic of ingredients as well as some of
the rarer ones that I'm sure you'll be able to use. And if not, I am certain that I
can use them for myself."</p>
<p>"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, "That's really great. But you didn't have to do that."</p>
<p>"Don't be ridiculous," Snape huffed, "Of course I did." He handed the shrunken
packages to Harry who put them away in his pockets.</p>
<p>"Now was there anywhere else you wanted to go?" Snape asked, "Or could we possibly
go home now?"</p>
<p>Harry gave his friends a longing glance but was also eager to inspect the wares
Snape had bought for him. Maybe, he could even get some ideas going about what he was
going to make. He would see his friends soon enough. And Ginny – who had been tagging
along somewhat abashedly – would also be there.</p>
<p>"We can go," he said.</p>
<p>"Would you want to join us for dinner?" Snape asked Ron, Hermione and Ginny.</p>
<p>Ron frowned.</p>
<p>"Coming over is always a thrill<br/>
But this time I don't think I will<br/>
Don't trust your food<br/>
And I'm not in the mood<br/>
I'd sooner go dine in Brazil"</p>
<p>"What an odd thing to say," Snape teased. "Very well. As you wish. Shall we go,
Harry?"</p>
<p>Harry hugged Hermione and Ginny – lingering just a tad too long in Ginny's embrace
– and clapped Ron encouragingly on the shoulder.</p>
<p>"Hang in there, mate," he said in mock sadness, "This too shall pass."</p>
<p>As Harry glanced over his shoulder, he saw Hermione laughing at Ron's antics while
Ginny looked away as if she had been caught staring.</p>
<p>"I've noticed you've taken quite an interest in young Ms Weasley," Snape mentioned
out of the blue. Harry felt himself flush and quickly looked away.</p>
<p>"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled.</p>
<p>"Don't you?" Snape jibed, "It's a shame because I've also noticed that she seems
rather fond of you."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged, not really ready to share any intimate details of his love life
just yet.</p>
<p>"I do hope that you're being careful. If not –"</p>
<p>"Nope!" Harry interrupted, forming a makeshift cross with his two index fingers
and pointing them at Snape. "We are not having this discussion! And most certainly
not in the middle of the street. Nope, nope, nope!"</p>
<p>Snape rolled his eyes but grinned good-naturedly.</p>
<p>"Come on," he said, "We're flooing back. And <em>then</em> we can talk."</p>
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<p><em>Did you guys like it? I really screwed myself over, giving Ron that potion,
didn't I? Haha.<br/>
I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to update. I'm going to an amusement park, you
see.</em></p>
<p><em>Kindly take the time to write a review if you will. I'm always happy with the
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<p>Since Harry was basically told that he would be able to get started on his potion
soon, he became increasingly anxious to go to his next Occlumency lesson. He was
nearly there and he honestly couldn't wait.</p>
<p>And yet, it wasn't until the next weekend that Harry received a note from Snape.
He was brewing some blood replenishing potion for the infirmary while Hedwig snoozed
on his shoulder when the glow of Harry's cuff startled him somewhat. He finished his
stirring pattern and looked at the message.</p>
<p>"<em>Come to my quarters."</em></p>
<p>Harry frowned. It was very short and to the point, even for Snape. He looked at
his potion and sighed. It was probably for the best that he didn't keep the man
waiting. He put a stasis spell on the cauldron and brought Hedwig back over to her
perch.</p>
<p>"Will you keep an eye out for me, girl?" he said, "No one is to touch the potion,
alright?"</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted softly in response and Harry stroked her feathers a couple of times
before leaving. If he was lucky, this would be about Occlumency. It was a good thing
that he was already in the dungeons. He took a couple of right turns and one left
before finding himself in front of that familiar door again. He opened it and walked
inside, finding Snape sitting in the middle of the room. The furniture was swept to
the sides again which gave Harry pause. Why would Snape think that necessary
again?</p>
<p>"Severus?" Harry said, disturbing the man's train of thought. He looked up and
fixed Harry with a rather grim stare. Harry frowned but automatically stepped forward
to sit in front of the man.</p>
<p>"What's going on?" he asked.</p>
<p>Snape regarded him for a short while before replying. "You are very close to
mastering Occlumency," Snape said evenly. His voice was devoid of all emotion and
gave Harry the shudders. When was the last time he had talked to Harry that way?
"I've been thinking about what I would need to do to get you to cross that line. To
give you that final nudge."</p>
<p>Harry swallowed nervously but nodded.</p>
<p>"As I've explained before, using the 'Drink of Despair' is out of the question and
will be for a very long time," Snape continued stoically, "Which doesn't leave me
with a whole lot of options."</p>
<p>Harry wanted to reply with a joke or a sardonic comment to lighten the mood but he
didn't dare to. He knew that right now, Snape would not appreciate those kinds of
efforts. So once more, he simply nodded.</p>
<p>"In fact, I only have one option left," Snape said, a sense of finality in his
voice, "I need to attack your mind."</p>
<p>Harry blinked. "As in, really attack me?" Harry asked, "With the intention to do
damage?"</p>
<p>"Exactly so," Snape replied. "You are a student that learns exceptionally well
when under stress. Your abilities develop as you need them. Not only that, but we've
reached a stage in your training that cannot be overcome without experience."</p>
<p>"But why you?" Harry asked, not looking forward to being attacked by his father.
"Why can't Dumbledore do it?"</p>
<p>"Professor Dumbledore – while a powerful and accomplished Occlumens – has not ever
used his skills of the mind to attack someone," Snape explained, "He is fully capable
of sneaking into someone's mind to look for thoughts and memories without the victim
ever realizing he was there. But he could never be as forceful as you would need him
to be."</p>
<p>Harry frowned as he averted his gaze to look at his hands. There were potion
stains on them.</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape said, his voice somewhat softer. "I will remind you one last time
that you don't need to do this. You can always decide to change your research though
I must admit that it would be very useful for you to master Occlumency."</p>
<p>Harry shivered in the cold dungeon air. He noticed that there was no fire burning
in the hearth.</p>
<p>"What are you going to do exactly?" Harry asked quietly.</p>
<p>"I will assault your mind," Snape explained. "I will attempt to bring forth the
most terrible of memories and thoughts as well as fabricate my own. You are supposed
to fight me. Keep me out. Unravel my fabrications and tethers before they draw you
in."</p>
<p>Harry's chest grew tighter as he considered Snape's words. He really didn't want
to do this but on the other hand, he simply <em>had</em> to master Occlumency.</p>
<p>"Do you need time to consider?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>Harry shook his head. If he took the time to think about this, he would probably
only grow more and more hesitant to go through with it. He could already hear
Hermine's voice, telling him that it was a bad idea and that there just had to be
another way.</p>
<p>"I'll do it," Harry said. His voice was trembling and his palms were sweaty. If
this would have been an actual duel, Harry wouldn't even mind if Snape attacked to
injure. Because he was confident in his own abilities. But <em>this</em> truly scared
him.</p>
<p>"Very well," Snape said, getting up from the floor and taking out his wand.
"Rise," he said, "This is a duel, not a tea party."</p>
<p>Begrudgingly, Harry got up from the floor and faced Snape. The man's eyes were
cold and dark, not a speck of emotion betraying his thoughts. Harry did his best to
do the same and cleared his mind.</p>
<p>"Legilimens!"</p>
<p>It was almost as if Snape physically punched him, that time. Harry stumbled a few
steps back but did his best to stand his ground. His shields were still holding
strong. He fixed Snape with a defiant glare, spreading his legs somewhat so his
stance felt more solid.</p>
<p>Snape flicked his wand and Harry felt that same blow again. Reflexively, he raised
his arm but this time, that would not help him. His shields didn't falter, though and
Harry wondered when Snape would become serious.</p>
<p>Another wand flick and another blow. Harry knew what was coming and endured the
hit unflinchingly this time. He checked his shields and knew that Snape hadn't even
scratched them. He couldn't stop himself from smirking.</p>
<p>"I think it's time you become serious," he taunted, "Because you're not getting
through."</p>
<p>Snape's expression remained unchanged. His emotions were clearly walled off and
the man exuded nothing but his well-known persona. One of cool collectedness. Harry's
smile faltered somewhat but he remained focused, awaiting the next blow.</p>
<p>Just when he thought that this was going to be nothing more than a test of his own
endurance, he became aware of a sharp pain near his temple. He frowned and touched
the spot with his hand, only to encounter unblemished skin.</p>
<p>"Damn," he murmured when he realized Snape was trying to get in. He focused his
attention on strengthening the wall again when he was hit with another blow. Harry
stumbled somewhat closer to the stone dungeon wall and before he could regain his
balance, another blow connected, followed by another. And another.</p>
<p>Soon, Harry was backed up against the wall, holding himself up with one hand.</p>
<p>"Just a moment," he breathed but Snape didn't relent. He took a few menacing steps
towards Harry, swishing his wand at his target. Harry braced himself but couldn't
keep part of his shields from shattering. He was surprised at how much it hurt and
gasped when he became aware of the pain.</p>
<p>Snape had gotten in. His presence was familiar yet much darker than it had ever
been. He was no longer a subtle hitchhiker in Harry's mind but rather a powerful
intruder that relished in kicking in doors and smashing windows as he blazed
through.</p>
<p>Harry tried throwing him out. He tried catching him but Snape was faster.</p>
<p>Suddenly, he was thrown in a memory of his childhood, practically falling as he
landed hard in his own mind.</p>
<p>"You're a worthless freak!" Vernon yelled as he lifted Harry's head by his hair.
He couldn't have been more than five. "You're as useless as your parents were. Why
don't you just crawl into a ditch and die?"</p>
<p>"Please Uncle," Harry heard himself plead, "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."</p>
<p>When Vernon's fist connected with his jaw, he could feel the splitting pain that
accompanied the breaking of bone. He cried.</p>
<p>"You dare cry," Vernon snarled and he threw Harry into the cupboard. "Stay in
there until you're done snivelling, freak. Or I'll <em>really</em> give you something
to whine about."</p>
<p>And then he was engulfed by the darkness of his cupboard.</p>
<p>The scene swirled and Harry was thrown into the graveyard, the dead body of Cedric
lying beside him. His wand was in his hand and Voldemort was in front of him,
brandishing his own.</p>
<p>"<em>Stop it,"</em> Harry thought, "<em>This isn't real</em>."</p>
<p>If he had expected Snape to respond, he was sorely disappointed. It was very clear
that Snape was not his friend right now. And Harry could not consider him as
such.</p>
<p>"Avada Kedavra!"</p>
<p>Harry dodged the curse and hid behind a gravestone. Desperately, he calmed
himself, searching for the mist that hung around the memory. He ignored the laughter
of the death eaters around him and tried to focus when Voldemort suddenly stood
before him.</p>
<p>"Crucio," he hissed.</p>
<p>That all too familiar blinding pain coursed through Harry's body. He tried to
remember that none of it was real but his body seemed very convinced that it was.
Eventually, he couldn't help himself. He screamed. It was then that Voldemort lifted
the curse and sneered down at him.</p>
<p>Harry breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, trying to forget his
surroundings.</p>
<p>"<em>Stop</em>," he thought, willing the memory to stop playing. Soon, the sounds
around him stilled and he opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the mists of
his mind. Gratefully, he used them as he had learned and shaped the way out of the
memory. It faded and Harry found himself in darkness.</p>
<p>For a moment, he wondered if he was back in the cupboard but then he realized that
he wasn't in a memory. Another blow hit him and Harry was aware of his body stumbling
and his elbow knocking into something hard. Possibly the wall. He dared not divert
his attention though.</p>
<p>It was time to find the intruder and kick him out.</p>
<p>Another sharp pain near the back of his head notified Harry of where Snape was. He
was vaguely aware of the man ripping through his memories in what appeared to be a
blind fury. He tore viciously at the ones that were buried away. It almost felt as if
the man were tearing Harry's skin if such a thing was possible.</p>
<p>Harry quickly focused on the area that was under attack and resurfaced there. The
unwelcome presence didn't halt his actions and kept cutting through everything that
made up Harry.</p>
<p>Harry focused all of his attention on Snape's consciousness and willed it
backwards. As soon as he did, the dark presence was flung into the near distance and
the sharp pain subsided. Harry regarded his adversary carefully, wondering what he
was supposed to do next.</p>
<p>Another blow from the physical realm rattled him and he lost focus for just a
split second. It had been enough, though.</p>
<p>Harry found himself expelled from the battle in his mind and fell roughly to the
floor. Before he realized what happened, he expelled the contents of his stomach all
over the floor. He felt shaky and drained, trying to right himself on wobbly arms. He
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at Snape.</p>
<p>"Please stop," he urged but he found no mercy in Snape's eyes. The man flicked his
wand and Harry flinched away but to no avail. He was lurched back into the depths of
his own mind and gasped sharply when more pain hammered his brain.</p>
<p>Suddenly, Harry found himself engulfed in a dark blue that was almost black. The
air around him trembled and moved in the pattern of waves if more slowly. The ground
was not solid enough to support Harry's weight and soon his feet were swallowed by it
as if he stood in quicksand. He couldn't break free.</p>
<p>Dark mists swirled all around him, teasing him. Stroking him, gently. Where it
touched him, it burned him. Feelings of hopeless overcame him. He was reminded of how
unloved he truly was. No one wanted him. It had gone so far that the Professor that
hated him the most of all ended up adopting him. He was a freak. A tragedy. He was
the reason his parents died. The reason Cedric died. Sirius. Grief weighed on him
heavily, pulling him down.</p>
<p>Harry fell to his hands and knees and was only vaguely aware of the darkness
swallowing them up.</p>
<p>'Nobody wants you, boy,' echoed the voice of his uncle.</p>
<p>'You bring death wherever you go,' Petunia shrieked in horror.</p>
<p>'I wish you were more like your father,' Sirius said woefully.</p>
<p>'You are an arrogant and spoiled little brat,' Snape sneered.</p>
<p>'Just die.'</p>
<p>'Die.'</p>
<p>'Why can't you die already?'</p>
<p>'People would be better off with you gone.'</p>
<p>'Die.'</p>
<p>'Go die in a ditch, why don't you?'</p>
<p>"<em>I want to die</em>."</p>
<p>"…"</p>
<p>"…"</p>
<p>"…"</p>
<p>'I really admire you, do you know that?'</p>
<p>'Thank you, Harry."</p>
<p>'I am proud of you.'</p>
<p>'We're with you, Harry. No matter what happens.'</p>
<p>'The ones that love us never really leave us.'</p>
<p>'I love you, son.'</p>
<p>Determination flooded Harry's mind and the darkness that had surrounded him only
moments before, now quickly turned light as a shockwave seemed to emanate from
Harry's being. His limbs were no longer being sucked up by the ground and he rose
again, empowered by the memories of his loved ones.</p>
<p>He felt another blast connect with his physical form and thought he tasted
blood.</p>
<p>"<em>Get out,"</em> Harry growled. He felt his mind connect roughly with the
invading presence. He struggled with Snape's powerful existence as it pushed back
against him.</p>
<p>BANG</p>
<p>Harry wasn't sure where the sound had come from but didn't think it came from
within. He was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in his head that wasn't there
before.</p>
<p>"<em>I said get out</em>!" Harry snarled again, not sure if he said the words
aloud. He put all the strength he could muster into one final push and was thrown
back into reality as was Snape. And yet, he wasn't entirely gone. Harry could still
feel a part of Snape hiding in the back of his mind. A tether if you will. Harry
narrowed his eyes as he stared Snape down. The infuriating man still didn't show a
shred of emotion.</p>
<p>"I know you're still in here," Harry said icily, "Are you going to withdraw or do
I need to drag you out?"</p>
<p>A flick of Snape's wand was his answer and Harry felt another blow. This time it
seemed to come from within his head and he grabbed at it as if to stop it from
splitting open. It hurt so much. The pain was practically on par with the Cruciatus
curse.</p>
<p>"AAAAAH, you BASTARD," Harry screamed. But Snape didn't relent. Soon, Harry found
himself kneeling on the ground, still grabbing his head as he folded into himself.
Whatever had remained in his stomach, found its way to the floor then.</p>
<p>Harry crashed to the ground, black dots marring his vision as he tried desperately
to ignore the pain, to ignore his own screams. He didn't think he would last much
longer before he would literally go insane.</p>
<p>It took every bit of willpower he still had but he occluded inside himself and
re-joined Snape on the battlefield that was his own mind. This time, he would get rid
of him. This time, he would prevail. He had to.</p>
<p>He ignored Snape, for now, biting through the pain. He knew his physical form was
writhing on the floor in agony but he calmed his mind. He sought sanctuary.</p>
<p>He found himself back in that white room, the crimson couch still waiting for him.
The pain was gone and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had created a tether in the
form of an old fashioned television set and sat down stoically to have a direct view
of the havoc that was being wreaked upon his mind.</p>
<p>Emotionless, he watched as Snape tore through another memory, attempting to
implement it. To alter it. With a nod of his head, Harry made the memory disappear
and watched as Snape stood there in apparent confusion. But not for long. He moved
forward, attempting to cause more damage but Harry made a gesture as if he were
roughly opening a curtain. The form of Snape was propelled backwards and was flung
into an imaginary wall.</p>
<p>He wrenched himself free and stood there for a second as if he was trying to
concentrate. He was most likely looking for Harry. When he looked up to meet Harry's
gaze, the boy knew he had been found. And yet, he didn't fear the dark man. Not in
here.</p>
<p>Without faltering, he started to form a ball with his hands, his eyes never
leaving Snape as the man seemed to be focusing. Staring.</p>
<p>Slowly, he brought his cupped hands closer together until he noticed the form of
Snape crouch down, lifting an arm above his head as if to shield himself. Harry did
not relent for Snape had not done so either. His hands came even closer together and
the form of Snape became smaller and smaller as it curled into itself. Harry didn't
want to go too far. He simply wanted to push Snape to his limits.</p>
<p>And then, suddenly, Snape's presence disappeared and he was gone. Harry
strengthened his shields and double-checked that there was no more trace of the
Potions Master to be found. Soon, he was satisfied that there wasn't.</p>
<p>He thought it was all over when he felt the walls of his minds quake and shudder
under the heavy assault that was brought forth by Snape. But Harry knew, he would not
be breached. No more.</p>
<p>Calmly, he turned off the old television that was his tether and exited the room
that had saved him once more. When the assault still posed no problems - despite
Snape's furious attempts - Harry thought it safe enough to leave his own mind and
face the master Legilimens once more.</p>
<p>When Harry became aware of his surroundings, he found himself to still be lying on
the floor. His body ached all over and he felt sick to his stomach. Yet he could not
deny the sense of calm that had come over him and was still there.</p>
<p>He forced himself to stand up, ignoring his wobbly knees and faced Snape. The man
was staring him down expressionlessly and Harry returned his gaze as stoically as he
could. Snape flicked his wand again and again and while Harry could feel the force of
those blows hit his walls mercilessly, he knew they would not collapse. He simply
stood his ground and showed no more reaction.</p>
<p>After a few more very tense minutes, Snape finally lowered his wand, sighing
deeply as he rubbed his forehead.</p>
<p>"Are you okay?" Harry stammered, trying his best not to collapse onto himself.</p>
<p>Snape shot him a disbelieving look and summoned a chair to stand behind his
son.</p>
<p>"Sit down," he ordered. Harry didn't need to be told twice and basically crashed
into the chair, happy to be somewhat comfortable again. Snape vanished the vomit that
stained his floor and summoned his own chair, sitting down opposite of Harry.</p>
<p>And so they sat in an uncomfortable silence until Snape spoke again.</p>
<p>"I'm so sorry," he said quietly. "That was… harder than I imagined it would
be."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "I'll say," he said, "I'll take being tortured by Voldemort any day
over this." He touched the back of his head that still felt somewhat sore and winced
when it stung. Confused, he drew back his hand to find it stained with blood.</p>
<p>"You hit your head against the wall," Snape explained. Non-verbally, he summoned a
couple of potions from his storage room. "I'll clean it up. Just turn your chair
somewhat so I might reach the wound."</p>
<p>Harry obeyed and sat there as Snape started cleaning the wound. "It doesn't look
that bad," Snape murmured, "You'll be fine by tomorrow."</p>
<p>"I never realized just how much you were holding back before," Harry suddenly
said, "In our previous Occlumency lessons, I mean."</p>
<p>"I doubt you would have learned much if I had attacked you like this since the
beginning," Snape said evenly.</p>
<p>"I'd probably be dead," Harry said truthfully. Snape halted his movement for a
second but continued soon after.</p>
<p>"I would never kill you, Harry," Snape said softly.</p>
<p>"Perhaps not," Harry replied, happy that he wasn't looking into Snape's eyes at
that moment. "But for a moment, I wanted to do it myself."</p>
<p>"I know," Snape whispered, "I'm sorry."</p>
<p>"Were you the one who… you, know."</p>
<p>"Brought forth the more pleasant memories?" Snape finished Harry's question. "No,
I did not. I was playing my role as the villain in this particular battle. Aiding you
in that manner would have been detrimental to your progress."</p>
<p>"Oh," Harry replied, "Then what happened?"</p>
<p>"Your mind defended itself," Snape explained, "It sprung into action when you felt
at your absolute lowest. You know yourself best of all, even when you're unaware of
it. Your mind knew how to bring you back from the brink of despair and thankfully did
so."</p>
<p>"Why has it never done that before?" Harry murmured bitterly.</p>
<p>"This is not a normal response, Harry," Snape said, putting a hand on his son's
shoulder, "This is the response of an Occlumens. Of one who has been in contact with
his mind and is aware of its inner workings. And it only worked out that way because
these feelings were no longer what you normally felt. Had you still been as
depressed, your mind would not have picked up the anomaly. But now, it protected
you."</p>
<p>Harry drew a shuddering breath as he stared at his quivering hands. Some of his
nails were bloody and chipped as if he had been clawing at a hard surface. The floor
perhaps? He had been in so much pain.</p>
<p>"You're scary powerful," Harry suddenly blurted out, "Why don't you just use
Legilimency to do in with your enemies? They wouldn't stand a chance."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled wryly. "While powerful, it is not something I like to do at all.
Not only is it very straining, but it is also an incredibly emotional ordeal.
Especially when dealing with someone who has been through as much as you have."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Harry said automatically.</p>
<p>Snape moved his chair to sit in front of Harry again and looked him in the eye.
"Don't say that, silly child," he said, "You've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've
done splendidly."</p>
<p>Even when still suffering from the side effects of the vicious attack, Harry's
face lit up. "Do you mean to say –"</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape said, "You've passed this test rather admirably. I hereby grant you
permission to start brewing that potion. There are however a few conditions."</p>
<p>Harry frowned slightly. "Okay," he said carefully, "And what are those?"</p>
<p>"First of all, I will be testing your shields regularly. Occlumency is a skill you
need to maintain and if I find them lacking, I will halt your progress on the potion
until I deem it safe again."</p>
<p>"Sounds reasonable," Harry said, "When will you be testing me?"</p>
<p>"I will be testing you randomly to ensure that your grasp is still firm," Snape
explained, "I will also speak with Dumbledore and ask him to do the same."</p>
<p>"It will be nothing like today though, right?" Harry asked, shuddering at the
thought.</p>
<p>"No," Snape sighed, "Nothing like today. Not ever again."</p>
<p>"Good," Harry said in relief, "So, what else?"</p>
<p>"Whenever you test the potion, I need to be present," Snape said, "I will not have
you drinking it with no one to help you should something go wrong."</p>
<p>"That's fair," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Those are my two conditions," Snape said, "I'm sure even you will be able to
follow those rules."</p>
<p>"Thanks," Harry said, flashing Snape a smile that he did not expect to receive
after the trying ordeal they had both endured that day. It only proved just how much
Harry trusted Snape. If he was entirely honest with himself, he knew he had nearly
been on the breaking point himself. It was only lucky that Harry had managed to save
himself when he did or Snape would have stopped the test altogether. Perhaps, he
should learn to trust Harry a bit more as well. After all, the boy kept surprising
him and would probably continue to do so.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 21</strong></p>
<p>If one had thought that Harry's last Occlumency lesson was a reason for him and
Snape to be standoffish towards one another, they would be wrong. For some reason,
the harsh experience had forged an understanding between the two that brought them
even closer together.</p>
<p>While Harry absolutely loved working on potions, he loved it, even more, to do so
besides Snape.</p>
<p>"I'll let you in on a secret," Snape told Harry as the boy was about to start
crushing his marigold flowers.</p>
<p>Harry looked up from what he was doing and watched as Snape filled a bowl with
lukewarm water.</p>
<p>"Even the freshest of potions ingredients have had to endure at least a few hours
outside of their natural habitat," Snape explained, "Most flowers – for example –
will have already started dying since they are no longer connected to their
stem."</p>
<p>Snape took the marigold flowers from Harry and carefully placed them into the
bowl. "If you allow them to soak up some water before you process them, the result
will be that much better with less chance of outside contamination."</p>
<p>Harry watched as the petals of the flowers – that had started to curl slightly –
straightened out again. The dryness that had begun to set in was vanishing before his
eyes and the colour of the pollen tubes seemed to be restoring. "There is no way that
you made this happen with just water," Harry noted.</p>
<p>"All it takes is lukewarm water and perhaps just a touch of magic," Snape
said.</p>
<p>"I thought magic could really mess up a potion," Harry noted.</p>
<p>"It can," Snape agreed, "When used callously at least. Most of my students – even
those in my N.E.W.T. class – are unable to fully grasp the effects magic can have on
potions so I just forbid them from using any besides the mandatory spells. However
-"</p>
<p>With a flick of his wand, Snape removed the revigorated flowers from the water,
carefully placing them in front of his charge. The petals seemed to throb with life
as the droplets slid down from them. They were so much more beautiful than they had
been only moments before.</p>
<p>" – The right amount of magic, precisely distributed among the ingredients that
can benefit from them can produce wonderful results."</p>
<p>Harry smiled fondly as he listened to Snape's explanation. The Potions Master
didn't often explain new things to Harry anymore but when he did, it was always with
a careful reverence that motivated Harry into doing even better.</p>
<p>"That's amazing," Harry said, "And so subtle, too."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "Sometimes, the most useful and beautiful magic is not obvious or
dazzling. Sometimes, all it takes is a small push."</p>
<p>"Do you think I could do that too?" Harry asked hopefully.</p>
<p>"If I didn't, I wouldn't have shown you this," Snape replied, "You have a very
firm grasp on your magic. I'm certain you don't require me to tell you how talented
you are. All you need to learn is to be more precise, like a surgeon handling a
scalpel."</p>
<p>Harry looked at Snape funnily. "It's easy to forget that you grew up in a muggle
neighbourhood once we're back at Hogwarts," he said, "But then you say things like
that."</p>
<p>"And?" Snape asked, "If the analogy works and helps you understand, I see no
reason not to use it."</p>
<p>"Thanks for the vote of confidence, in any case," Harry said, grabbing his mortar
and pestle to start crushing the flowers. "Will you practice this with me later?"</p>
<p>"As long as no one earns themselves detention with me within the next hour or so,
I would be amenable to that."</p>
<p>After Harry was done crushing the flowers, he grabbed the vulture tongues he had
ordered, carefully slicing them to bits.</p>
<p>"Christmas is almost around the corner," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"So it is," Snape replied casually as he went back to stirring a potion in one
cauldron while he added parsley to another.</p>
<p>"Are we going back to Spinner's End this year?" Harry asked. Hedwig had flown over
to his station again and was now sitting comfortably on his cauldron. He hadn't
started the fire yet since he was still preparing his ingredients.</p>
<p>"That was my intention," Snape said, "Unless you would rather stay here?"</p>
<p>"No, I want to go," Harry replied, now sliding the white clovers closer to him. "I
was just wondering – since no one is really trying to kill me this year – if I could
have my friends over for Christmas. Will that water work for my other flowers?"</p>
<p>"Yes, it will," Snape replied, "And I don't think your friends' families will want
their children away from them for Christmas. Is my company not sufficient for
you?"</p>
<p>Harry flushed somewhat, fearing that he had insulted his father and sputtered his
denial: "Of course it is," he said, "I didn't mean it like that! I just thought
–"</p>
<p>Harry scowled when he caught sight of the amused smirk on Snape's face. "Git," he
growled.</p>
<p>"If you wish for it, you can ask them," Snape finally said, "But I wouldn't count
on it. Especially not when it comes to Mr Weasley."</p>
<p>Harry carefully lowered the white clovers into the water and watched as they too
grew full of life once more.</p>
<p>"It's a shame you can't do this with people," he murmured.</p>
<p>"Of course you can," Snape said evenly. "Those flowers haven't died yet. They just
needed a hand."</p>
<p>"Can I burn them with magic or should I use a normal fire?" Harry asked once he
retrieved the white clovers.</p>
<p>"You want to burn them?" Snape frowned.</p>
<p>"Yes," Harry said, "The ashes of the flowers should be absorbed by the potion
rather quickly."</p>
<p>"Hmm," Snape said, "While true, don't you think they might spread out too quickly
in the form of ashes? This might cause a delay in the reaction which I assume you
wish to avoid."</p>
<p>"Er…" Harry hesitated. He hadn't thought of that.</p>
<p>Snape looked at the rest of Harry's ingredients and grabbed the jar of honey that
stood among them. "If you're planning on using honey, why not coat the ashes with
it?" he suggested, "That way, they'll stick together long enough and you won't need
to readjust your calculations."</p>
<p>"Brilliant," Harry smiled, "That's why you're the Master, I suppose."</p>
<p>"What are you going to use for a base?" Snape asked as he went back to his own
cauldrons once more.</p>
<p>"For now, I'm going to use plain water," Harry said, "Perhaps laced with rose
water from the Rosa Mystica but I want to try without it first."</p>
<p>"I advise you to try without it at first as well," Snape said, "I fear that
<em>that</em> particular flower might be too specific for your wishes."</p>
<p>"Perhaps," Harry said, finally filling his cauldron with water and placing it on a
strong fire. "Well, wish me luck."</p>
<p>"You don't need luck," Snape snorted, "You have me."</p>
<p>Harry playfully rolled his eyes but smiled fondly.</p>
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<p>Roughly two hours later, Harry was staring into his cauldron, his expression a mix
of exhilaration and apprehension.</p>
<p>"How is it coming along?" Snape asked. He was drying his hands with a cloth,
having just cleaned up his work station.</p>
<p>"It should be nearly done, but I get the feeling that something is missing," Harry
said. He grabbed his notes once more and checked them over, clicking his tongue as he
thought things over. Suddenly, he was disturbed by Hedwig's screech. Harry looked at
her as she was nudging a cloth bag that contained bay leaves.</p>
<p>"Ugh, I'm so stupid," Harry suddenly said, grabbing the bag. "Thanks, Hedwig. I
can't believe I nearly forgot the bay leaves."</p>
<p>He carefully picked out three bay leaves, inspecting them for any anomalies before
tossing them in. As they dissolved into the slightly acidic concoction, the potion
turned into an emerald green.</p>
<p>"Of course it would look Slytherin green," Harry snorted.</p>
<p>"Let it cool off for a while," Snape said, "I realize you're looking forward to
testing this potion but it wouldn't do to have you scalding your throat in the
process."</p>
<p>"What am I, five?" Harry said, "I know not to drink boiling liquids, dad."</p>
<p>"Oh, cheeky now are we?" Snape said, raising a sardonic eyebrow. "Just sit down
and I can show you how to imbue magic responsibly."</p>
<p>Eager to learn, Harry took a seat as requested and sat attentively with folded
hands as he watched Snape refill the bowl with water.</p>
<p>"At first, you should practice with your wand," Snape said, "But the result is
much nicer if you manage the magic wandlessly. It is far more natural that way and
the ingredients will react better to it."</p>
<p>"Now," Snape said, "Every creature alive oozes magic, even muggles, animals and
plants."</p>
<p>Snape laughed at Harry's surprised look but held up a hand to stop his question.
"I know how it sounds but listen. Magic is imbued within our own lifeforce. It tells
our bodies to do mundane things like healing wounds, growing hair and the likes. Have
you ever heard of mothers suddenly being able to lift heavy loads when their child is
in danger? Loads they would normally never be able to lift? That is made possible
with that same magic, even if very rarely."</p>
<p>"Only a select few people are actually born with enough magical power to control
and use it. But when we use magic to – for example – heal a muggle, or even use the
Cruciatus curse on them, we make use of the magic already inside of them and make our
own react to it. The same happens when we make a plant grow or befriend an otherwise
vicious animal."</p>
<p>"How about an object?" Harry asked, "We can transform a needle into a matchstick
and I'm certain neither of those is alive."</p>
<p>"That is magic you perform on an object, not with," Snape explained, "A reparo
would not work on a broken bone just like an Episkey wouldn't work on glasses. The
one works with the magic in a being while the other just makes things happen to an
object. You can't invade an object's mind or torture it with the Cruciatus. You can't
befriend a rock."</p>
<p>"So there is no one born without it?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"There are some," Snape said, "These people are exceedingly rare and are often
used as guinea pigs by wizards and witches when found. They are never able to perform
magic but they are also impervious to all three Unforgivables as well as most other
spells."</p>
<p>"So you can't harm them with magic?" Harry asked in amazement.</p>
<p>"You can," Snape replied thoughtfully, "But not directly. A cutting curse will not
work but an Incendio will because the fire you create is all natural as soon as it
leaves your wand. The same goes for blasting curses and the like. As long as the
effect on the person's body is derived from the spell instead of a direct
effect."</p>
<p>"But what if –"</p>
<p>"Harry, we have gone way off subject," Snape suddenly chuckled, "My point is that
everyone has innate magic and it is this magic that I need you to control."</p>
<p>"Why?" Harry asked curiously.</p>
<p>"Because it communicates with the surrounding life forms on their level."</p>
<p>"I think I get it," Harry said, feeling a sense of profound connection after
learning this new bit of information. It was almost overwhelming. "That's
amazing."</p>
<p>"The meditative skills you learned while practising Occlumency will help greatly
as you attempt to use said magic which is why I have no doubt that you'll be able to
do this.</p>
<p>"How do I find where it is?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"If you will allow me to, I can join you in your mind once more and guide you to
where this magic usually sleeps." Snape sounded doubtful, as if he didn't think Harry
would ever allow him to come that close again. But the boy surprised him, as he often
did.</p>
<p>"Sounds great," Harry said honestly, sounding somewhat relieved, "If you'll help
me find it, I'm sure I can get the hang of this."</p>
<p>Snape smiled and glanced over at Harry's potion, noticing that it had stopped
smoking.</p>
<p>"It would appear that your potion cooled down. Would you prefer to try that first
or would you rather we venture into your mind before that?"</p>
<p>Quickly, Harry got up from his seat. "Oh, I'm testing my potion first," he said,
"I've been waiting for months to do this."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "I thought as much. Go on then."</p>
<p>Harry carefully measured what he deduced would be one portion and filled a vial
with it. He noticed that Snape did the same and raised an eyebrow at him but Snape
simply smirked as if challenging him to say something.</p>
<p>"Well, bottom's up!" Harry said before downing the emerald green liquid. The first
thing he noticed was that it tasted beyond foul. It was somewhat sour as if he was
drinking old-sock-soup but with a hint of old cigarette buds. He grimaced and
scrunched up his nose in disgust.</p>
<p>"Well that was the worst thing I've ever tasted," Harry groaned.</p>
<p>"Do you feel different?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Not really," Harry frowned. He looked at his hands to see if anything was
changing, then tried taking in his surroundings as if expecting to see the ghosts of
his parents walk in at any moment. Nothing happened for a while until Hedwig started
screeching viciously and flew up, anxiously making her way to Snape to nestle on his
shoulder.</p>
<p>Snape – who was sitting in a chair near the edge of the room – was slightly
perturbed by the owl's sudden need for comfort but ignored it. Then the sounds began.
Harry recognized the sound of wailing. It was as if it was coming from somewhere in
the far distance but from multiple places at once.</p>
<p>Snape frowned when he too heard the sounds. Harry's potion was supposed to work on
a different plain of sorts. An outer-body kind of experience if you will. Whatever
was happening now, Snape was not supposed to be a part of it. Hedwig buried her head
under his wing, shuffling even closer to Snape. Absentmindedly, Snape stroked her
feathers reassuringly as he kept a close eye on Harry.</p>
<p>The wailing grew louder still and seemed to be approaching rapidly. Harry wondered
if whatever he was hearing was going to collide with him and thought of seeking
shelter. That was a silly thought though since he was the one that took the potion so
instead, he held his wand at the ready and waited.</p>
<p>Even though both Snape and Harry were expecting something to happen, they both
jumped when the room was suddenly swarming with ghosts. And not just any ghosts. All
of the Hogwarts ghosts seemed to suddenly be converging on this exact spot.</p>
<p>"Severus," the bloody baron sneered, "What is the meaning of this, boy?"</p>
<p>"Don't look at <em>me</em>, baron," Snape replied evenly, "It's Mr Potter that
summoned you all here."</p>
<p>"Harry!" Moaning Myrtle whined, "Why would you do that? I was quietly reliving my
death in my bathroom stall when YOU RUINED IT!"</p>
<p>"Sorry, Myrtle," Harry said, holding up his hands in defence, "I promise this was
not my intention."</p>
<p>"Well, I'm leaving!" Myrtle yelled and attempted to float through the ceiling when
she was stopped by an invisible barrier. "Harry, let me GO!" she shrieked.</p>
<p>"I can't!" Harry said, "It's this potion. We'll have to wait until it wears
off."</p>
<p>"How marvellous," the fat friar said, "It's positively wonderful to have such a
young potioneer in our midst. Tell me, child, was this your intended effect?"</p>
<p>"Honestly," the grey lady interjected, "Intended or not, this is highly unusual
and most obnoxious. I demand to be released immediately."</p>
<p>"That's odd," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else.</p>
<p>"What is, Harry?" Nick asked him kindly, showing remarkable restraint.</p>
<p>"I don't see Peeves anywhere," Harry said. "Isn't he a ghost?"</p>
<p>"Not exactly," Nick explained, "He's a manifestation. That's slightly different.
He came with Hogwarts, so to speak."</p>
<p>"May I ask how you were all drawn here?" Harry asked, already furiously scribbling
away on a piece of parchment. "Did you feel compelled to do so or did it feel more
like a physical pull."</p>
<p>"You dare use us for your experimentation?" The bloody baron howled, "You think we
haven't more important business to attend to simply because we are deceased?"</p>
<p>"And whose fault is that?" the Grey Lady asked, "If it weren't for you, I would
not be in this mess."</p>
<p>"Calm down everyone," the fat friar said, "We are the resident ghosts in a school
and we should be thankful that the students are trying to learn."</p>
<p>"I was a student myself," Myrtle complained, "But I got no help. From the living
or THE DEAD!" She started wailing and hid in Harry's cauldron.</p>
<p>"To answer your question," Nick suddenly replied, "It felt as if I was being
pulled here by a large fishing hook."</p>
<p>The other ghosts now started joining in and telling their own tales of how they
felt they were drawn there while Harry scribbled furiously. Snape watched it all
unfold while he absentmindedly stroked Hedwig, not wishing to get involved with the
ghosts.</p>
<p>It was exactly one hour and thirteen minutes later that the first ghost noticed
that it could finally leave Harry's side again. The translucent beings bid their
farewells and left, the fat friar telling Harry to come to him should he be in need
of spiritual assistance before he did. Exhausted, Harry sank down into a chair,
vanishing the rest of his potion with a lazy flick of his wand.</p>
<p>"Well that was a failure," Harry groaned.</p>
<p>"Look at it this way," Snape said, "You did not achieve what you intended but you
still created a new kind of potion."</p>
<p>"Oh yes, and it's so very useful too," Harry said sardonically, "Who wouldn't want
to summon all ghosts within a twenty-mile radius?"</p>
<p>"It might be useful for clearing out haunted houses," Snape offered.</p>
<p>Harry made a noncommittal sound and made some more notes. "I think the white
cloves were a bad idea," he said, "They probably made it so that ghosts were drawn to
me instead of souls that have departed. And perhaps the vulture tongues…"</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape said tiredly, "You're not going to be making any progress today.
You've been at it for hours and I'm sure that you're hungry."</p>
<p>"But if you'll just let me make this one adjustment –" Harry said, already
grabbing a new piece of parchment when Hedwig nipped his fingers.</p>
<p>"Ow, Hedwig!" Harry admonished.</p>
<p>"She's telling you to listen to your teacher," Snape said evenly, a smirk on his
face. "Clear your station, wash your hands and go up to eat something."</p>
<p>"Alright, alright," Harry chuckled, "I'm going! Can we at least practice that
innate magic you were talking about?"</p>
<p>"Not today," Snape said, "I can see that these last hours have been draining for
you. And if not, they sure have been for me."</p>
<p>"Old man," Harry jibed but he yelped when he was hit by a mild stinging hex.</p>
<p>"Brat," Snape sneered, fixing Harry with a pointed glare. Harry just shook his
head at the man, packing away the remainder of his ingredients.</p>
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<p>At dinner, Draco had joined their table again, basically stealing the entire
platter of asparagus for himself. But Ron reciprocated by hoarding the potatoes.</p>
<p>"So did you guys notice when all the ghosts disappeared all of a sudden?" Draco
asked, "Peeves had a field day without the bloody baron around to tame him."</p>
<p>"Oh no," Harry groaned, "What did he do?"</p>
<p>"He knocked over some trophy cases and got muddy footprints all over the ceiling,"
Ron explained, "Filch is not happy about it."</p>
<p>"It's a good thing that Professor Bell was there to ask him to stop," Draco said
evenly.</p>
<p>"She managed to do that?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Of course," Ron piped up, "I mean, look at her!" He gestured quite obviously
toward the high table to indicate their History teacher. "What man <em>wouldn't</em>
listen to her? Even if he is a poltergeist."</p>
<p>"I didn't think she was your type," Hermione said haughtily, practically glaring
at her plate.</p>
<p>"How could you not?" Ron replied, "She's almost as beautiful as you are and nearly
as smart."</p>
<p>"Smooth," Draco whispered when Hermione blushed. Ron winked at him.</p>
<p>"Anyway, about those ghosts," Harry said, "It was kind of because of my potion.
Suffice to say it did not work as intended."</p>
<p>"You're allowed to work on it now?" Hermione asked, envy in her voice, "That's
great! Does that mean you mastered Occlumency?"</p>
<p>"In a way," Harry said, not wanting to sound overconfident.</p>
<p>"So <em>that's</em> what you were doing," Draco mumbled, "Man, you were screaming
bloody murder the other night. It was scary as hell."</p>
<p>Harry nearly choked on his potatoes. "You heard that?" he asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"From the corridors nearby, yes," Draco said, not a hint of shame in his
voice.</p>
<p>"Were you eavesdropping?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Me?" Draco asked, "Never! I simply wanted to visit my godfather. How was
<em>I</em> supposed to know that you were already there? What were you even doing in
there?"</p>
<p>"Occlumency," Harry said through gritted teeth.</p>
<p>"Well, it sure sounded hard-core," Draco said, "Nothing like anything I've ever
practised."</p>
<p>"I suppose you aren't good enough to practice what I've had to just yet," Harry
sneered, smirking when he caught Draco's affronted expression.</p>
<p>"You're joking," he said, "I'm sure I'm better than you."</p>
<p>"Are you?" Harry asked, "Do you get tested by Dumbledore randomly as well? Do you
think you could even stop him from getting in?"</p>
<p>Draco's eyes widened as his eyes flashed towards the headmaster. Dumbledore smiled
kindly at him when he caught his eye and Draco quickly looked away.</p>
<p>"Ha, he's got you there, Malfoy," Ron said.</p>
<p>"Shut up, Weasley," Draco growled, angrily mashing his potatoes.</p>
<p>"On a different note," Harry said, "What are you lot doing for Christmas? You can
come to my place if you'd like."</p>
<p>"My mum would kill me if I did that," Ron said honestly, "Also, I'd rather not eat
any limerick soup."</p>
<p>"I'll ask," Hermione replied, "But I honestly doubt I'm allowed to. My parents are
always really happy when I'm home for the holidays, you know?"</p>
<p>"I'll come," Draco said easily, "If that invitation was directed at me as well, I
mean."</p>
<p>"Of course it is!" Harry said, happy that someone accepted. Quickly, he jotted a
message down on his cuff.</p>
<p>"<em>Draco's coming for Christmas!"</em> Harry wrote, including the exclamation
mark.</p>
<p>"<em>Marvellous</em>," Came the simple reply and when Harry caught Snape's deadpan
expression, he couldn't help but laugh.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 22</strong></p>
<p>Harry was already packed and ready to go even if he wouldn't need to leave until
the next evening. But he was excited to go back home and see Alex. He vaguely
wondered if he should introduce Draco to him when the blonde came over and decided he
might as well. If Draco was able to act civil to Hermione, he would also be able to
act civil to a muggle.</p>
<p>With great effort, he had managed to convince Hedwig to leave the dungeons and
head towards Spinner's End. If took him promising her that she would be allowed to
return to the potions lab but eventually, she had nipped his finger affectionately
and taken flight. It would probably do her some good to fly a longer distance. She
hadn't in a while.</p>
<p>As for Harry, right after dinner, he found himself back in Snape's quarters for
what would be the last time that year. He wasn't there for an Occlumency lesson. Not
really. But Snape had promised him that they would work together to find Harry's
innate magic and the sooner he was able to access it, the better. Especially if it
could help him with his potion.</p>
<p>"For this one time, I will need you to drop your shields," Snape said as he
regarded the boy sitting in front of him.</p>
<p>Harry smirked. He had felt the familiar push of Snape's Legilimency but wasn't
about to grant the man access without him expressly asking him to first. After all,
he was supposed to keep his shields up all the time and block any and all attempts of
Snape to force his way in.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry agreed, "Anything I should know before we get started?"</p>
<p>"It'll all become clear once we've entered your mind," Snape said impatiently,
"Now if you don't mind, lower your shields."</p>
<p>Harry tried to but realized that once you know how to put up your shields, it was
rather difficult to stop doing so. It was almost like swimming. When you didn't know
how to, it was easy to sink to the bottom like a brick. But when you did, it was
quite difficult to stop from keeping yourself afloat.</p>
<p>"Harry, I'm waiting," Snape said, rapping his fingers on his desk.</p>
<p>"I'm trying," Harry protested, "Just give me a minute."</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "Just imagine a doorway of sorts for me," he said, "I'll be able to
find that and use it to get in."</p>
<p>Harry scrunched up his nose in concentration and imagined a door. Light was
shining through from underneath it and he imagined the door to be usable by Snape
alone.</p>
<p>"There you go," Snape said and suddenly, Harry felt his presence within his own
mind. The sensation was odd. When they weren't perusing memories or thoughts, he
wasn't entirely closed off from the outside world. Right now, he was aware of both
which gave him a sense of confusion.</p>
<p>"Are you aware of where I am?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Of course," Harry replied.</p>
<p>"Join me then," Snape said, "Close your eyes if you must. It makes things
easier."</p>
<p>Harry closed his eyes and found himself in the now very familiar depths of his own
mind. He wondered if he looked like himself since he had never encountered a mirror.
Snape seemed to be able to take on forms of all kind. But right now, the dour man
simply looked like himself as he stood there, waiting for Harry.</p>
<p>"I need you to focus," Snape told him, "Focus on the sense of magic."</p>
<p>"How do I do that?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Do you remember the first time you held your wand?" Snape asked. Harry nodded.
"That's the feeling you're looking for. I need you to think of that."</p>
<p>"Er…" Harry still wasn't sure. What had that been like again?</p>
<p>After a few moments, Snape snapped his fingers and Harry felt himself being pulled
into a memory again.</p>
<p>"Hey!" he protested, "I thought we weren't going to do this anymore?" He almost
kicked Snape out of his mind when he realized that the memory was of him trying out
wands. "Oh," he said.</p>
<p>"One of the many benefits of being an Occlumens," Snape explained simply, "Is
being able to revisit your own past to look for wisdom you might have missed."</p>
<p>"Wow, could I use this to pass my exams?" Harry asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"You could try," Snape said evenly, "But by the time you gathered the information
you would need, the exam would be long over. I don't need to remind you of the
altered flow of time in here."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry sighed.</p>
<p>"Here it comes," Snape pointed out when he saw Ollivander's face lit up.</p>
<p>"<em>I wonder,"</em> the old man said.</p>
<p>"Focus on that feeling. Relive the magic flowing through your wand for the very
first time."</p>
<p>Harry honed in on the magic he felt course through his young body and grasped it
with his mind, feeling as if he had taken hold of a strong rope. He tugged at it. The
memory disappeared and all of a sudden, he was surrounded by threads of light in many
different colours. The most prominent colour was red. Snape – who could see what
Harry was seeing – scoffed.</p>
<p>"Typical," he growled.</p>
<p>"Are you going to tell me that strand is red because I'm in Gryffindor?" Harry
asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"Of course not," Snape replied, "That's the thread that represents offensive
magic. It was only to be expected that it would be so prominent."</p>
<p>"And what's this one?" Harry asked as he pointed towards a deep blue one. It was
so thin that it was almost not even there.</p>
<p>"That's definite proof that you're not a seer and that divination was a complete
waste of your time," Snape said icily.</p>
<p>"Of course it was," Harry said soberly, "But it was easy and relaxed. Well, until
Trelawney predicted my death, of course."</p>
<p>"Not exactly what I would call a good reason to take <em>any</em> class," Snape
said, "But since that's behind us, there's no point in arguing about it. Especially
not when in the time-consuming progress of exploring your mind."</p>
<p>"It does seem rather mundane to discuss my curriculum while staring down at
colourful strands of pulsating magic," Harry deadpanned.</p>
<p>"Indeed," Snape replied.</p>
<p>"So… what are we looking for?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Snape pointed towards a brilliant white strand that seemed to be three times the
size of the strand that represented seer magic. It was however not even half as
strong as the red strand. Harry frowned at it.</p>
<p>"That's my innate magic?" he asked, "It doesn't look very powerful."</p>
<p>"Is power all you can think of?" Snape asked. He sighed in exasperation. "In this
case, its power does not matter. It's powerful enough to make you a wizard which
makes it stronger than average, to begin with. Surely, that should satisfy your need
for excellence."</p>
<p>"Alright," Harry grumbled, "I get it. No need to get all snarky about it."</p>
<p>"Come," Snape said and started walking the path the magic took.</p>
<p>"So we just follow it?" Harry asked, traipsing behind Snape.</p>
<p>"Obviously," Snape sneered as he kept walking.</p>
<p>"And then what?"</p>
<p>"Harry, while I appreciate your sense of curiosity and longing for knowledge, you
should realize that you'll find out soon enough if you would just be patient."</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes and looked around. They had bypassed the corridors - that
resembled those of Hogwarts – some time ago and were now following a staircase
downward. Around them, there were no more walls but rather a large open space with a
great green sky in which fluffy clouds floated aimlessly. Among them, objects were
strewn for which Harry could not think up a reason for them to be there. Like a
grandfather clock and a large picnic basket. In the distance, he could see what
seemed to be a playground and if he really squinted, he was sure there was a castle
to be found.</p>
<p>"This is pretty wild," Harry snickered as he kept walking down the stairs,
following close behind Snape. "Does your mind look like this as well?"</p>
<p>"Heaven forbid," Snape sneered.</p>
<p>"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked, "I kind of like it."</p>
<p>"Of course you like it, dunderhead. It's <em>your</em> mind we're exploring,"
Snape replied coldly, "Just keep going."</p>
<p>"I honestly don't understand how we're still going," Harry said, completely
undeterred by Snape's less than amicable behaviour, "My mind can't possibly be
<em>this</em> big."</p>
<p>"I too would not expect the limited capacity of your mind to stretch as far as
this yet here we are," Snape said.</p>
<p>"If you won't stop being a prat, I'll kick you out," Harry warned.</p>
<p>"And deprive me of the sight of your horrifyingly sweet fantasies?" Snape
retorted, "However shall I sleep at night knowing that I missed all of this?"</p>
<p>The stairs finally led them out of the admittedly fantastic scenery and stretched
down a corridor for a while as if they were on the staircase to the astronomy tower.
Snape started muttering under his breath.</p>
<p>"What's wrong?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Nothing in particular," Snape said, "It would simply appear that your innate
magic is buried deeper than I had anticipated."</p>
<p>Harry contemplated that for a moment. "Will that make it more difficult for me to
access it?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Not necessarily," Snape replied, "As long as the path remains straightforward, it
should not pose an extra problem."</p>
<p>"Then why are you muttering?" Harry asked carefully.</p>
<p>"The deeper we venture into your mind, the more vulnerable it becomes," Snape
replied, "We should be very careful."</p>
<p>"It's alright," Harry replied easily, "It's not like you're here to do any damage.
Not this time at least."</p>
<p>"I was never going to damage you permanently, Harry," Snape said, sounding
somewhat out of it.</p>
<p>"Of course not," Harry said, "Which is why I fully trust you being here, even if I
am more vulnerable."</p>
<p>"It's not me I am worried about," Snape said pointedly, "But I am rather worried
that your Gryffindor brashness might bring you to touch something you shouldn't.
Impetuosity is not a valuable trait when doing something a delicate as this."</p>
<p>"At least give me <em>some</em> credit," Harry objected, "Or have you forgotten
that I have, in fact, withstood that final lesson of yours. Perhaps I am more mindful
of myself than you seem to think."</p>
<p>The winding staircase straightened out again and the pair of wizards kept walking
further down. This next area was once again wide open and seemingly limitless but
darker than the previous room. The sky was a dark blue as it would be at dusk but
there was no moon and no stars. A forest stood erected all around them but about half
of the trees appeared dead and dry. There were objects hidden in their branches.
Harry frowned when he saw a toy soldier, a baby blanket and a pair of scissors. He
shuddered involuntarily.</p>
<p>"I don't like this very much," Harry said, unconsciously walking somewhat closer
to Snape. "Didn't you imply that I should like whatever is in here because it's
<em>my</em> mind?"</p>
<p>"The upper levels are made up of dreams, desires and fantasies," Snape said
evenly, "You control those, even on a subconscious level. The lower levels are made
up of your experiences and fears."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "That makes my mind a right house of horrors," he said, "though
this isn't too bad."</p>
<p>Snape didn't respond. He just kept walking having the courtesy to not look at
their surroundings. All he was focused on was that thread of white light. It seemed
to pulse randomly at them as if urging them to keep going.</p>
<p>"The things I do to brew my potions," Harry said uneasily as he tried to break the
uncomfortable silence. An owl seemed to hoot in the distance and a slow rumble came
from somewhere across the horizon. Snape was still not saying anything.</p>
<p>"How much farther do you think we have to go?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"You see as much as I do," Snape replied, "Possibly even more so I can't tell
you."</p>
<p>"How often have you done this?" Harry asked, starting to feel more and more
uncomfortable.</p>
<p>"A handful of times," Snape replied evenly. "Are you doubting my expertise?"</p>
<p>"No," Said Harry, "Just trying to determine if I'm a lost cause or something."</p>
<p>Snape snorted at that comment. "That's a ridiculous notion. Of course, you're not.
The strand is right there. You can see it as clearly as I can."</p>
<p>"But maybe the core is buried too deeply," Harry said weakly, "None of the other
strands are venturing this far."</p>
<p>"We will be fine," Snape said soothingly. "All you need to do is focus and we'll
get there. It might just take a bit longer than I had expected."</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said doubtfully, "But let me just say that this is getting to be
decidedly creepy."</p>
<p>"Duly noted."</p>
<p>Again, the stairs disappeared into the ground, leaving the forest behind as Snape
and Harry descended into another winding staircase. Cracks appeared in the brick
walls the stairway coiled around and the steps seemed more and more unsteady and
dilapidated.</p>
<p>"Have you ever read Dante's Inferno?" Harry asked out of the blue.</p>
<p>"I have," Snape replied, "Why?"</p>
<p>"It's starting to feel as if we're descending from the most benign of circles into
increasingly bad ones."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "Harry, I assure you that if there is such a thing as hell, this
is most certainly not it."</p>
<p>"I know that," Harry said, sounding exasperated, "I was just making an assessment
if that's alright with you."</p>
<p>"Watch your step," Snape said urgently when Harry was about to put his weight on a
particularly flimsy-looking foothold. Harry readjusted his gait and fell close behind
Snape to copy his footsteps.</p>
<p>Once again, the stairs straightened out, revealing an even more grim scene. The
sky was dark all around. There seemed to be something out that looked like stars but
instead of exuding bright white light, they were oozing a blood red that seemed to
stretch out elongated tendrils towards Harry. The crescent moon hung on its side as
if the sky was smirking at the pair walking beneath it. It too oozed a blood-red
light and if Harry looked close enough, he thought he could see teeth in the gaping
mouth between which a red liquid flowed. And all the while the mouth was
smirking.</p>
<p>Harry gulped and averted his gaze, only to become aware of the surrounding area.
They seemed to be walking in a desert-like area. Dunes made up a large part of the
scenery with strange, spidery plants trapped in their sands. Bits and pieces of
ancient civilisations protruded from the cold sand as night-time crawlers made their
way across the desert. A few of them turned their heads in Harry's direction but
their eyes were hollow and cold.</p>
<p>"Oh Merlin, please don't let us go any deeper than this," Harry said to himself.
Snape heard him but didn't respond.</p>
<p>Harry's eyes fell on a mountain of bones that lay stacked neatly against a huge
but dead tree. The bones seemed to move as something burrowed beneath them. Harry
turned his gaze to look at the strand of magic they were still following and wished
for it to reveal its source already.</p>
<p>Harry yelped when something very close to him slithered across the sand rapidly,
shifting it before it burrowed underneath. It had been much wider than a snake.</p>
<p>"Nothing will hurt you here," Snape reminded Harry. "Try and relax."</p>
<p>"If you say so," Harry said, not fully convinced. He would like to believe that
his own mind wasn't about to attack him, though.</p>
<p>Faster than before, the stairs winded once more and Harry and Snape disappeared
into the ground, leaving the scenery behind. The stairs were now so broken, that they
might as well not have been there. It was now as if they were making their way down a
slope that had sharp edges where the brick steps were still slightly intact.</p>
<p>Suddenly, Harry lost his footing and slid down when Snape's hand stopped him.</p>
<p>"Careful," he said, "We may be in your mind and not actually on a physically
arduous journey but that doesn't mean you can't get hurt."</p>
<p>Harry used Snape's outstretched hand to right himself again and shot him a glare.
"What do you mean?"</p>
<p>"When one believes themselves to be hurt strongly enough, their physical form will
show the result. The further we go inside your mind, the more your body believes this
ordeal to be reality."</p>
<p>"<em>Now</em> you tell me," Harry snarled.</p>
<p>"Would you not have gone if I had warned you?" Snape asked, arching an
eyebrow.</p>
<p>Harry sighed. "No," he admitted.</p>
<p>"Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor," Snape smirked, "And I'm not telling you
that you're in actual danger. I'm just trying to prevent some cuts and bruises. Come
on –" he stretched an arm down the path that would lead them farther down. "- I doubt
we will have much further to go."</p>
<p>Harry inhaled deeply, steeled his resolve and continued walking, taking extra care
to seek solid ground before shifting his weight. The stone column the path coiled
around was missing various stones and showing gaping holes of darkness. Between the
stones oozed a thick green liquid that slowly cascaded down and dripped onto the path
they were taking. Harry thought he heard whispers coming from the wall but knew
better than to stare down its depths.</p>
<p>The staircase straightened out again and actually ended entirely as if to signify
that this was their final stop. Harry inhaled sharply at the new scene he was forced
to lay eyes upon.</p>
<p>This time, the sky itself was a blood red. Cracks seemed to appear within it as if
they stood inside a humongous snow globe that had been dropped and broken. Dead trees
stood haphazardly among the earth, cracked because of the obvious draught that held
this area in its grasp. Spiders and centipedes crawled between the crevices, fighting
over what seemed to be scraps of meat. Harry's eyes widened when he saw a huge
millipede wrap itself around what seemed to be a human ear.</p>
<p>A high pitched creaking sound reverberated around the area in a rhythmic pattern
and made Harry's hair stand on end.</p>
<p>"What the hell is <em>wrong</em> with me?" Harry murmured.</p>
<p>"Nothing's wrong with you, Harry," Snape responded, ignoring the trail of spiders
that crossed his path. "Everyone carries darkness in their heart. Even the Gryffindor
golden boy." Snape smirked but sighed when he saw Harry's stricken expression.</p>
<p>"You've seen much in your life," he continued, "This was only to be expected."</p>
<p>Harry laughed bitterly. "You expected <em>this</em>?" he asked loudly, gesturing
towards a rotting carcass of what seemed to be a large dog.</p>
<p>"I understand why this might seem a bit grotesque to you," he said, "But this is
really not as bad as it seems. The mind is a perplexing thing and can be difficult to
understand sometimes."</p>
<p>Harry scoffed indignantly.</p>
<p>"Believe me when I tell you that you're within the range of what one might
consider 'normal', Harry."</p>
<p>"Well, normal is impossibly abnormal," Harry said evenly.</p>
<p>Snape laughed, lifting Harry's spirit somewhat, though he did still flinch when
the sky splintered even more with a loud crack. For a moment he wondered if they
would find themselves buried under tons of glass soon. Snape had already started
moving again and Harry sped up somewhat to catch up with the man.</p>
<p>"It can't be much further," Snape told him, "Since there are no more ways down,
the source of your inert magic has to be on this plain somewhere."</p>
<p>Harry heard the sound of crows as they flew overhead. He looked up to see at least
two dozen of them circling. Sometimes, one of them swooped down to feast on the
multitude of insects exuding from the pores of the earth. Other times, they simply
fought the critters for the hunks of meat they had in their possession. Harry thought
he could hear them yelling things at him. But if they were, their words were
unintelligible. When he looked behind him, he noticed that he was leaving footprints.
He didn't take the time to consider why those footprints were wet with red
liquid.</p>
<p>The strand of magic they were following was pulsing quicker now. It was the only
spectrum of light that was still visible on this plain and Harry found refuge in it.
He felt his mind reach out to it and hold on, trying not to wallow in the dark
depravity that surrounded them.</p>
<p>"I doubt Luna's mind is like this," he said as he watched how the skin of some
dead animal was practically melting off the branches of a dead tree.</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "No, I don't think it would be," he agreed, "But Ms Lovegood is a
special case, isn't she?"</p>
<p>"She thinks our souls are connected," Harry said, wondering why he even brought
that up.</p>
<p>"Does she?" Snape asked evenly, "She might not be entirely incorrect."</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"It's rather obvious, I think," Snape replied, "The fact that I'm walking beside
you as we're making this journey is proof of our connection. No one else could've
gone with you this easily."</p>
<p>"Why is that?" Harry asked, "Is it because we've practised Occlumency
together?"</p>
<p>"That is part of it," Snape acknowledged, "But it also has a lot to do with the
fact that we trust each other. And that we've bonded in many ways that others –
Professor Dumbledore for example – have not been able to do."</p>
<p>"Like when you adopted me?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape agreed, "As well as your apprenticeship."</p>
<p>"I'm lucky, I guess," Harry said, "That everything is connected to each other like
this."</p>
<p>Suddenly, Snape held out his arm to stop Harry and peered at the edge of the
thread in front of him. It ended in a large, pulsating orb that exuded strength and
power. The light was so blinding that Harry and Snape had to shield their eyes from
it. Surrounding it were trees in full bloom, bearing fruits of all kind. No creatures
of the dark dared to venture close to it as light exuded from all around the orb.</p>
<p>Harry was overcome by a sense of calm and stepped forward. Snape didn't stop him.
He merely followed.</p>
<p>"The orb is you," Snape said as Harry scuffled closer to it, mouth agape. "It is
you at your most primal. It is your most pure and untainted form of magic. Once you
touch it, you will know where it is buried. You will know how to access it. You can
learn how to harness it."</p>
<p>Harry reached out but hesitated, stopping his hand mere inches from the glowing
ball of light. It seemed to whisper to him. To call to him. Harry grew a bit
suspicious, almost thinking this was a trap of sorts but Snape put a hand on his
shoulder, soothing him.</p>
<p>"It's alright," he said, "It won't harm you. Reach out, and allow for it to guide
your senses."</p>
<p>Putting all of his faith in the Potions Master, Harry reached out. As soon as his
fingertips touched the orb, tendrils of the magic sped down the length of his arm,
engulfing the boy in light. Snape let go as if he were chased away by the magic but
he looked on with no concern in his gaze.</p>
<p>Harry felt himself be enveloped and recognised the feeling that now coursed
through his veins. Even though he was sure that he had never felt it before. He felt
it burrow its way into his mind and knew at that moment where it was and where he
could find it. It made him feel more complete, even if he had never felt incomplete
before. He now knew that he had been.</p>
<p>Finally, the light withdrew as fast as it had ensnared him and went back to being
a big ball of light. Amazed, Harry looked at Snape to find the man smirk knowingly at
him.</p>
<p>"I take it that now you understand," he said solemnly.</p>
<p>Harry felt euphoric and his eyes darted around excitedly as if he was literally
looking for the right thing to say.</p>
<p>"That was extraordinary," he ended up saying, knowing that it was far from
sufficient."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "That it was," he agreed. "What do you say we get out of
here?"</p>
<p>Harry knew that his physical body was feeling tired when he felt the tug of sleep
try to pull him away from his inner adventure. He smiled and took Snape's
outstretched hand.</p>
<p>"That sounds great," he admitted.</p>
<p>It was a good thing for both of them that there was no need to make the journey
back. Instead, they were catapulted back into the shallow depths of Harry's mind with
tremendous speed where the boy finally broke the connection and entered the physical
realm once more. He was vaguely aware of the sound of Slytherin students making their
way to breakfast. He couldn't help but groan.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 23</strong></p>
<p>With the entire night spent due to Harry and Snape's outdrawn adventure, Harry
found himself sleeping away most of the day. He had eaten breakfast before heading to
his bed but had skipped lunch entirely in favour of his rest. When the time for
dinner came around, he came to with the annoying sensation of someone urgently
shaking him.</p>
<p>"Wha-?" he muttered, burying his head underneath his pillow in annoyance.</p>
<p>"Haven't you slept enough?" Ron asked, "It's time for dinner. Get up."</p>
<p>"I'm not hungry," Harry lied. In truth, he could eat but he would rather stay in
bed where it was warm and comfortable.</p>
<p>"Snape threatened that he would come to get you if you weren't down for dinner,"
Ron warned him, "And I wouldn't put it past him to go through with the threat."</p>
<p>Harry yawned and smacked his lips. "Fine," he grumbled, "I'm up."</p>
<p>"You better be," Ron said, "If Snape finds my stash of dungbombs just because you
were too lazy to get up, you're paying me back for them."</p>
<p>"I said I'm up!" Harry protested, chucking a well-aimed pillow directly into Ron's
face.</p>
<p>"Come along then," Ron said as he tossed the pillow back onto Harry's bed. "This
is probably the last time we'll see each other in a while. You're lucky I'm still
here."</p>
<p>"Oh yeah," Harry said, finally getting up, "Hasn't the Hogwarts express left
yet?"</p>
<p>"It has," Ron said, "But Dumbledore said that Ginny and I can take the floo."</p>
<p>Harry stifled a yawn as he trudged down the stairs, followed by Ron. "Why would he
do that?"</p>
<p>"I think the old coot didn't want us to leave without saying goodbye to you," Ron
replied.</p>
<p>"Us?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"He offered Hermione the same," Ron explained, "But she didn't accept it. She
didn't think her parents would appreciate her flooing directly into the living
room."</p>
<p>"Muggles don't generally appreciate that," Harry said evenly, "But that's alright.
It's only for a couple of weeks."</p>
<p>"Yeah, and she said she'll owl you," Ron added.</p>
<p>"So most of the students are gone already?" Harry asked, noting the empty common
rooms. He climbed out of the portrait hole and waited for Ron to do the same before
moving on.</p>
<p>"Yes," Ron said, "Some will get picked up by their parents and some of the
seventh-years are just apparating home after dinner, like Draco."</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "I can't believe I haven't even begun to learn apparition yet."</p>
<p>"It's not that easy," Ron said, "I've been trying for a while now but it's a
difficult skill. I can't believe Fred and George ever got the hang of it."</p>
<p>"I'm sure I could manage if I just found the time," Harry said, passing the sign
that led to the great hall. "What kind of self-respecting wizard can't even
apparate?"</p>
<p>"The school-going kind," Ron said easily, "Don't worry, Harry. We'll manage. Maybe
Snape can teach you?"</p>
<p>Harry laughed. "I'm not sure where he would find the time to do that," he said,
"I'm already his son and apprentice. When would he squeeze in apparition
lessons?"</p>
<p>"I have six siblings," Ron said, "And still my dad finds the time to teach me.
Surely, Snape would manage if you just asked?"</p>
<p>"But your father's got your mum," Harry pointed out, "Snape's just by
himself."</p>
<p>"Ask him," Ron urged again. He turned the corner sharply to walk directly into the
great hall where most of the tables were empty.</p>
<p>Ginny was sitting next to Luna and Draco was sitting by himself at the Slytherin
table. A gaggle of seventh year Hufflepuffs sat in a huddle at their table, loudly
discussing the next quidditch match and a few stray students of all houses sat spread
out all over the great hall. Most of them sat by themselves.</p>
<p>"Well this is depressing, "Harry noted, "Why are they all sitting apart?"</p>
<p>Ron shrugged. "Beats me," he said, "Come on, let's join Ginny."</p>
<p>Harry would have declined politely had it not been for Luna who was sitting next
to her. "Alright," he said, motioning to Draco as they walked over to the two girls.
Draco nodded, took his plate and walked over to the Ravenclaw table as well, sitting
down at the same time Harry and Ron did.</p>
<p>Ginny seemed surprised by the sudden interruption but Luna smiled knowingly.</p>
<p>"Good of you to join us one last time," Luna said, "Before the year is over in any
case."</p>
<p>"Yeah, where were you during lunch, Harry?" Draco asked, "Ron said you were out
cold but he didn't say why."</p>
<p>Harry groaned, "I've had an all-night… Occlumency session," he said, not sure how
to phrase it otherwise. At the high table, he saw Snape looking at him, smirking in
satisfaction. Harry wondered why he wasn't tired.</p>
<p>"Was Snape here for lunch?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Of course," Draco said, "Why wouldn't he be?"</p>
<p>"What part of all-night Occlumency don't you get?" Harry said irritably, "Or did
you think I practised on myself in the mirror."</p>
<p>"Snape doesn't sleep much as it is," Draco said, ignoring Harry's rudeness, "And
he always has a lot to take care of before the Christmas holidays. To make sure the
Slytherins are looked after and all, you know?"</p>
<p>"That is very kind of him," Luna said honestly, "I know his students won't miss
their home as much when they realize that someone is looking out for them here."</p>
<p>"But he won't even be here," Ron objected.</p>
<p>"He <em>will</em> be if something goes wrong," Draco pointed out, "It's rarely
necessary but every Slytherin knows that when needed, Snape will come back from
wherever he goes over the holidays. It's very reassuring, really."</p>
<p>Ginny snorted. "I never would've seen it in him, really."</p>
<p>"Really?" Luna asked incredulously, "I think there's no Professor here that cares
more than him." She smiled as she looked at Snape, waving softly when she met his
gaze. Snape simply quirked an eyebrow in response but Bell – who was sitting next to
him – waved back enthusiastically.</p>
<p>"I like Professor Bell a lot as well," Luna said as she refocused her attention on
her friends.</p>
<p>"Now <em>that</em>, I can understand," Ron said, "Just imagine <em>her</em> being
your head of house."</p>
<p>"I think it would be great fun," Luna said dreamily as she built a tower out of
her mashed potatoes.</p>
<p>"How are you getting home, Luna?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Oh, I'm not going home this year," Luna said, "My father is out hunting the
curly-tailed Snarkolks. It will be a while before he's back since they only come out
at the first sign of snow. He needs to be ready for it."</p>
<p>"What?" Draco asked incredulously, "I've never heard –" He oomphed when Harry
elbowed him between the ribs.</p>
<p>"We can't all be as educated when it comes to magical creatures," Harry supplied
smoothly, "But don't worry, Draco. If you pay attention, you'll learn."</p>
<p>Luna smiled knowingly. "I think Draco has already learned a lot lately," she said,
"But I always knew that he could."</p>
<p>Draco blinked in confusion before sighing deeply and giving himself a second
helping of roast turkey.</p>
<p>"I think you've embarrassed him," Ron teased.</p>
<p>"Anyone who isn't embarrassed by who they were last year," Luna said, "Simply
isn't learning enough."</p>
<p>"Er… right," Draco said, "Well said, Lovegood. How's your uncle doing?"</p>
<p>Luna smiled at the obvious change in subject but allowed it. "He's busy as
always," she said, "He's working hard to try and save people's lives every day. I am
very proud and rather fond of him."</p>
<p>"Has he told you anything about the magical illnesses that seem to spread among
the muggles?" Ron asked, now interested.</p>
<p>"He doesn't seem to know all that much yet," Luna said, "But I believe it has
something to do with the mixing of wizards and witches and muggles."</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.</p>
<p>"Purebloods have always lived their lives separately from muggles," Luna
explained, "Or as much as they could. It is a rather recent occurrence for people of
the magical world to mingle with muggles. I think the muggles are simply not
resistant to many magical maladies that we are already immune to."</p>
<p>"That sounds like a sound theory," Draco agreed, "Like when an animal from Europe
is suddenly introduced to Australia. It might spell disaster for the animals
there."</p>
<p>Luna nodded. "And yet," she said, "If we allow ourselves to intermingle more,
we'll all be stronger for it in the end."</p>
<p>"Is this about one illness or multiple?" Harry asked, now interested.</p>
<p>"I'm not sure," Luna admitted, "My uncle hasn't really told me much. This is all
just speculation on my part."</p>
<p>"A clever deduction nonetheless," Draco said, "I hope your uncle finds out what's
happening soon."</p>
<p>"He will," Luna said easily, "He always does."</p>
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<p>"So what are your plans for the holidays, Severus?" Maya asked. She stood leaning
against the doorpost of his office, watching in amusement as he angrily shoved a few
defence manuals back into their rightful place. Why they were catalogued near the
books on magical law was beyond him.</p>
<p>"Ritually sacrifice some animals, I suppose," Snape deadpanned, "Perhaps claim
someone's firstborn as payment for some past favour."</p>
<p>Maya snorted. She waltzed inside and picked up one of the graded papers that lay
on Snape's desk, making herself comfortable in Snape's most uncomfortable visitor's
chair.</p>
<p>"<em>Perhaps if you could refrain from staring at Ms Davies' hindquarters, you
would be able to discern the difference between a charm and a hex,"</em> she read
aloud, giggling afterwards. "A bit harsh, don't you think?"</p>
<p>"I found it to be rather mild," Snape replied, "I still give him an A, did I
not?"</p>
<p>"Oh, and look at this one!" Maya exclaimed as she grabbed the next one from the
pile. "<em>If you plan to copy someone else's achievements, try not to do so from
The-Boy-Who-Lived. His exploits – as extravagant as they were – are well-known to all
and only a dunderhead would claim these as his own. See me in detention</em>."</p>
<p>Maya laughed out loud and Snape couldn't help but smile slightly at the sound.</p>
<p>"Did he really do that?" she asked, flipping through the pages. "Oh dear Merlin,
he sure did!" She snorted, "Did he truly think you would believe him to have fought a
mountain troll?"</p>
<p>"It would appear so," Snape said, not able to hide his amusement entirely, "First
years often still believe they can take certain liberties."</p>
<p>"You will no doubt dissuade him of that notion," Maya pointed out.</p>
<p>"If I don't, I will hand in my resignation," Snape said solemnly.</p>
<p>Maya put the graded papers back and leaned back as she watched Snape pack. "But
seriously, other than animal sacrifice, what are your plans? Please don't tell me
you'll be brooding."</p>
<p>"I will be going home," Snape shared, "And I assure you that Harry will not allow
me to brood."</p>
<p>"No," Maya agreed, "I don't expect that he will."</p>
<p>She remained silent for a while and while Snape understood the social construct
that urged him to ask her the same question in return, he refused to abide by it. He
never did care much for empty conversation and he hardly ever did it just for the
sake of the norm.</p>
<p>"What have you come here for?" he asked instead.</p>
<p>"Can't your favourite colleague come and say goodbye to you?" she asked.</p>
<p>Snape snorted for multiple reasons. "I will merely be gone for two weeks," he
said, "I am sure you will not miss my company that much."</p>
<p>"Perhaps not," Maya agreed, "But I will have to postpone my retaliation which is
less than favourable."</p>
<p>Snape eyed her suspiciously and smirked when she just smiled innocently. "You
know," he noted, "That innocent act does not have me fooled."</p>
<p>Maya tilted her head coyly. "Not everyone wears a mask, Severus," she said, "I'm
really not that hard to figure out. All you need to do is look."</p>
<p>"I'm not really looking for anything," Snape replied. He grabbed the stack of
graded papers and shoved them into his desk, locking the drawer with a non-verbal
spell. Glancing around, he was pleased to be able to leave his office as neatly as he
liked it.</p>
<p>"That might not stop you from finding something, though," Maya replied, "I hope
you'll have a happy Christmas, Severus. And I wish Harry does as well."</p>
<p>"The sentiment is appreciated," Snape replied, nodding curtly. "I wish you the
same."</p>
<p>"Good day, Sev," Maya said, winking. She was out the door before Snape could
respond to the unwanted abbreviation of his name. he didn't deem the transgression
important enough to give chase, though. Instead, he rolled his eyes and went back to
locking his closets and drawers, finishing up by locking his door as he left.</p>
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<p>Harry hadn't realized just how much he had missed his home until he stepped out of
the floo, managing not to stumble, fall or otherwise injure himself. Snape was
seconds behind him and seemed amused by that fact.</p>
<p>"You seem to be getting better at travelling by the floo," he said.</p>
<p>"I'm long overdue, I think," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape agreed, "Now hurry and go unpack."</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "Can't I do that tomorrow?" he asked, "It's already dark out."</p>
<p>"I believe you know perfectly well how to cast a Lumos, do you not?" Snape said
evenly.</p>
<p>"Okay, but I want to ask you something when I'm done," Harry said. Snape raised a
questioning eyebrow but Harry was already going upstairs, carrying his trunk with him
as he seemingly forgot that he was allowed to use magic now. Snape shook his head
fondly.</p>
<p>It couldn't have been more than ten minutes later that Harry came back down the
stairs. Snape vaguely wondered when Harry had stopped racing down them two steps at a
time and sighed as he silently contemplated the speed with which children grew
up.</p>
<p>"Is everything alright?" Harry asked as he threw himself into his favourite plush
chair.</p>
<p>"I'm fine," Snape replied, "Did you finish unpacking?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"Zippy!" Snape called out. Immediately, the delighted house-elf stood wringing her
hands in front of her master, looking up at him with glee-filled eyes.</p>
<p>"Welcome home Master Snape and Master Harry," she said, "I hope yous had nice floo
travels."</p>
<p>"Delightful," Snape replied sardonically, "Bring me some tea and a hot cocoa for
Harry."</p>
<p>"Right away!" she said happily before hurrying away.</p>
<p>"Hot cocoa?" Harry argued, "I'm an adult now. Adults don't drink hot cocoa."</p>
<p>"I still occasionally do," Snape shared, "And you can't tell me that you don't
enjoy it. Or have you forgotten that I can see you eating every single day."</p>
<p>Harry flushed stupidly but was saved a reply when their drinks appeared on the
table in front of them.</p>
<p>"Now," Snape said as he grabbed his tea and leaned back into the couch cushions.
"What was it that you wanted to ask of me? If you desire a pet dragon or chimaera,
I'm afraid I must decline."</p>
<p>"Well, if you're sure," Harry replied without skipping a beat, "I could settle for
you teaching me how to apparate instead."</p>
<p>Snape looked at him thoughtfully. "Apparition," he repeated carefully, "That
particular skill has indeed escaped my attention. It does seem a tad preposterous
that you haven't learned how to, yet."</p>
<p>"I thought so," Harry agreed, "Even if I manage to travel through the floo without
almost killing myself now, I still think I should be able to."</p>
<p>"It would have been useful that day in the forest," Snape agreed, "It was less
than desirable for you to depend on the goodwill of a death eater to get out of
there."</p>
<p>"It's a good thing that you're so devilishly charismatic," Harry pointed out, "You
persuaded that Rabastan fellow quite well. I didn't keep him out of Azkaban,
though."</p>
<p>"He knew that was never an option," Snape replied, "But ten years is awfully
lenient. Lestrange aside, I do believe it would be prudent for you to learn how to
apparate."</p>
<p>"Excellent," Harry said, sipping his hot cocoa contentedly. He relished the
delightfully sweet mixture on his tongue. He really did like hot cocoa.</p>
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<p>The next morning, Harry and Snape were having breakfast when someone knocked on
their door.</p>
<p>"Gee," Harry said sardonically, "I wonder who that might be?"</p>
<p>"Perhaps we should leave him standing there for a while," Snape proposed, "Pretend
that we're not home."</p>
<p>"I'm sure that he can see the smoke that comes from the chimney," Harry pointed
out, "How else does he always know when we'll be back?"</p>
<p>"I imagine he has it marked on his calendar," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Right," Harry chuckled, "The date in a big red circle and every date leading up
to it crossed off."</p>
<p>The knocking on the door persisted and Snape lazily rose from his chair. "It's too
early for this," he mumbled.</p>
<p>"It's never too early for Alex," Harry said, "Come on, I know you missed him
too."</p>
<p>Snape muttered something unintelligible under his breath and opened the door.
Behind it – as expected – stood Alex, wearing that big flashy grin.</p>
<p>"Severus!" he exclaimed amicably. Without waiting for permission, he took a step
forward and embraced the dour potions master who sighed wearily and allowed the
contact for a few seconds before stepping back.</p>
<p>"Alexander," he said curtly, allowing the man entry. "To what do I owe this
pleasure?"</p>
<p>"What, can't I come to visit my best friend?" Alex said cheekily. "I don't know
about you but I missed - Oh dear God, Severus! What happened to your hand?!" Much to
Snape's horror, Alex grabbed his injured hand and gasped at the missing finger. "Your
little finger," he said sadly. "How did this happen?"</p>
<p>"It's what happens when you mingle with crazy women," Snape said evenly. Alex
stared at him rather dumbfounded but Harry couldn't help but snort.</p>
<p>When Alex noticed Harry sitting at the table he rushed over. "Harry!" he greeted,
"Good to see you." He ruffled Harry's hair and helped himself to a bit of toast.</p>
<p>"Alex," Harry said, "You look great!" It wasn't a lie. Where Alex had normally
been dressed in worn-out hand-me-down's that didn't ever seem to fit him right, he
was now dressed in handsome clothes from top to bottom that almost seemed tailored to
him. Even his shoes were so shiny that they seemed new.</p>
<p>"I know I do," Alex replied cheekily, twirling to show off his new look. "And it's
all thanks to you lovable wizards."</p>
<p>"I take it your new passion as a tour guide for the magical world is paying off?"
Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Absolutely!" Alex replied happily. "I get about twenty visitors a day – though it
was a lot more at first - and I charge five galleons a person. Three for a child
under twelve," he added, "It's a price they all seem eager to pay just to hear of
your amazing battle with Voldemort."</p>
<p>Harry thought it was rather odd to hear a muggle speak Voldemort's name so
plainly, and gathered by Snape's wince that he thought the same.</p>
<p>"And as if that isn't enough," Alex said, "They almost always tip me very well
afterwards. Apparently, they like listening to my recollection of things."</p>
<p>"I wonder how much you embellish," Snape said dryly.</p>
<p>"I don't," Alex said, seemingly sincere, "This is one story that does not need
embellishment. It's crazy enough on its own."</p>
<p>"I hope you never pointed out our residence," Snape said in warning.</p>
<p>"Only the old, destroyed one," Alex said honestly, "Which usually earns me some
more sickles for my trouble."</p>
<p>"It looks like the magical world is treating you well, then," Harry said, happy
for the man. "I'm glad to see it."</p>
<p>"I even have my own owl now," Alex said, "Emma doesn't know that I do, and I've
had to tell Bruce to only deliver my mail when I'm outside and alone, but it's
necessary for when I need to book large parties in advance."</p>
<p>Snape frowned at the muggle standing before him, happily munching his toast.</p>
<p>"What?" Alex asked.</p>
<p>"I just find it supremely odd to find a muggle be so content in the context that
is the wizarding world," Snape said.</p>
<p>"It's done me nothing but good," Alex said honestly, "Emma still can't figure out
what tourists are doing here all of a sudden but she knows not to question a good
thing when it so readily falls into her lap."</p>
<p>"How are you exchanging wizarding money into pounds?" Harry asked curiously.</p>
<p>"I am aware of how to use public transit," Alex said, "So I just head to the leaky
cauldron and head into Diagon Alley once a month."</p>
<p>Snape practically choked on his tea. "Excuse me?" he said, "How do you know about
that? How do you know how to get there?"</p>
<p>"Albus told me about it," Alex divulged, "He's a regular customer of mine, you
see."</p>
<p>Snape groaned loudly. "That decrepit old goat," he growled, "What is his
game?"</p>
<p>Alex chuckled. "Don't say that," he said, "Albus has been nothing but kind. He's a
very amazing man. Needs a shave though. Anyways, he took me to the leaky cauldron
once – by apparition, of course, - and introduced me to Tom. Now he gets me into
Diagon Alley whenever I need to be at Gringotts."</p>
<p>"This is ridiculous," Snape sighed, pinching the bridge of a nose, "A muggle is
now traipsing around Diagon Alley every month, exposed to everything magical."</p>
<p>"And I'm loving it!" Alex said enthusiastically, "It's a shame I can't use magic
myself but it's already so amazing to be able to witness everything about your
world."</p>
<p>"Did you ever go into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked, ignoring the rest of
his breakfast.</p>
<p>"How could I not?" Alex replied, grinning widely, "That shop is an eyesore if I
ever saw one. But those twins –" Alex chuckled, "-They're to die for."</p>
<p>"I <em>thought</em> you might like Fred and George," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"I love them," Alex said sincerely. "They recently came up with this amazing
candy! It gets you to speak in nothing but limericks for a few hours."</p>
<p>Snape snorted loudly at that and Harry couldn't help but grin.</p>
<p>"I didn't know it had hit the stands yet," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Not yet," Alex replied, winking at the boy, "But I was one of the first to test
it."</p>
<p>"Figures," Snape said, shaking his head. "This is getting to be more and more
absurd by the minute."</p>
<p>"So, where do <em>you</em> know them from, Harry?" Alex asked.</p>
<p>"They're my best friend's brothers," Harry said, "And they're my friends too. I
used to stay over at their place a lot."</p>
<p>"Used to?" Alex asked.</p>
<p>"Well, it's not really necessary anymore now," Harry said, blushing slightly.</p>
<p>Alex seemed to pick up on the trepidation in Harry's voice and aptly changed the
subject. "So, how are your studies coming along?" he asked.</p>
<p>Harry glanced at Snape who was smirking at him. "They're going well, I think,"
Harry replied, "I haven't really made too much progress on my potion yet, but I'm
getting there. The rest of my classes are going fine."</p>
<p>"Did you play Quidditch yet?" Alex asked eagerly.</p>
<p>"One match," Harry said, "And I won, of course."</p>
<p>Alex groaned. "Of course you did," he said, "Oh, if there's one thing I would love
to do, it's fly a broom. It's a pity, really."</p>
<p>Harry rapped his fingers on the table as he looked at Alex' face thoughtfully.
"What if -" he mumbled more to himself than anyone else, "- I created a potion based
on foxgloves.</p>
<p>"With what intent?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"If I try and add them to a base of something acidic, I believe that would allow a
muggle to be able to attune to magic for a period of time."</p>
<p>"Hmmm," Snape responded, "That's an interesting thought. He wouldn't need to be
able to use magic to be able to fly a broom. He would simply need to be able to not
clash with the magic of the engraved runes itself. That might work."</p>
<p>"Wait," Alex said, "Are you being serious? Could you get me to fly?"</p>
<p>"Possibly," Snape replied evenly, "But we can't make any promises."</p>
<p>"Man, if you could manage something like that, it would make me immensely happy,"
Alex said, "Not that your interference in my life hasn't made me the happiest man
alive already. I mean, I –"</p>
<p>Alex seemed to choke on his words for a few seconds before continuing. "- I really
don't know how I can ever possibly repay you."</p>
<p>"We'll call you the next time we have a leaky roof," Snape said dryly. Alex simply
laughed.</p>
<p>"You're good people," he said fondly, "You have many fans among the tourists that
come here. They asked me to give you their best wishes but I can't possibly remember
all those people's names. Oh, which reminds me -"</p>
<p>Snape pulled a crinkled envelope from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "I know
your mailbox is probably just for show and everything," he said, "So I took the
liberty of taking this when I saw the mailman try and deliver it to your old,
destroyed house."</p>
<p>Harry took the letter and saw his name on the front. Snape's old address was
written beneath it. Frowning, Harry turned it over to find the addressee. He almost
dropped the letter in shock. It came from Dudley Dursley.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 24</strong></p>
<p>"Harry," Snape started, "If it makes you uncomfortable, you honestly needn't
concern yourself with it."</p>
<p>Harry said nothing for a while. He just kept staring at the envelope in his hand.
The writing was neat and sort of loopy. He recognised the distinct way in which
Dudley crossed his t's in an upward curvature rather than a horizontal slash. A habit
he apparently never broke.</p>
<p>"Shouldn't I have brought it?" Alex asked, "I can always take it back. Pretend it
never got delivered."</p>
<p>Dudley's own address was written in a smaller print underneath his own name. The
words 'Privet Drive' seemed so unreal to Harry at that point. His eyes lingered on
the curly S that started off the word 'Surrey' wondering just how life was at that
house of horrors now that he wasn't around anymore.</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape urged again. His hand swooped down on the envelope in Harry's hand
with the intention to take it from him but Harry clamped down harder, his gaze
lifting to look at Snape.</p>
<p>"It's alright," Harry said, forcing himself to smile somewhat. "It's just a
letter. What harm could it do?"</p>
<p>"To the-boy-who-lived?" Alex chimed in, "Not very much, I'd wager." It was clear
that he was trying to be funny, but the words left his mouth in an unsure fashion.
Harry's attention was back on the envelope so he wasn't even aware of the glare Snape
shot Alex.</p>
<p>"Thank you for stopping by, Alexander," Snape said. To Harry, it sounded distant.
"Would you mind terribly if I asked you to leave, for now?"</p>
<p>"Of course, Severus," Alex agreed, "I'll come back some other time, okay?"</p>
<p>Snape nodded and Alex walked out the door, stopping only for a second to look back
at Harry. He wisely didn't say anything more and left, closing the door as softly as
he could.</p>
<p>With much trepidation and an unsteady hand, Harry opened the envelope, tearing it
slightly since it was glued shut. Harry wasn't really used to the muggle way of
sending letters anymore. Finally, he took out the two pieces of paper which were
folded neatly in half and opened them.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Dear Harry,</em></p>
<p>Harry couldn't help but snort at the way he was addressed. Not only the fact that
Dudley used his first name felt off, but the '<em>dear'</em> in front of it felt as
if it belonged in a different universe entirely.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>I know that I'm probably one of the last people you would ever want
to hear from, especially when it is so close to Christmas but I felt like there are
many things that need to be said and I couldn't hold off anymore.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Basically, I want to apologise.</em></p>
<p>Harry swallowed thickly. He realized that it had been a few years since he had
even seen Dudley but he could never have guessed that his cousin would have grown
enough to apologise for anything, let alone for the things he had put Harry through.
It seemed unreal. Half expecting this to turn into a cruel joke, he continued
reading.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>I know there are no excuses for having done what I have done to you
and I realize now that I've been unnecessarily cruel and unjust towards you. Over the
years, I have realized that the way my parents have been treating you was beyond
abusive. You have no idea what it took for me to just write that. But it's true.
They've both been horribly abusive to you and I honestly can't even fathom how you're
still alive. Perhaps it was your magic that kept you alive. Perhaps you're just made
of strong stuff.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>When my parents went to Cokeworth and were stopped by your teacher,
I was out of it. I was later told that I had been attacked by some sort of magical
creature and was sent to a magical hospital to get better. Harry, those people helped
me so much. And they did wonderful things with their magic. They made potions that
helped with the nightmares and there were people that talked with me to clear things
up. I understand that you've suffered greatly in your life but you must understand
that for a long while, I thought I could never be happy again.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>While there, I heard your name a lot. How you were supposed to be
the saviour of the wizarding world. How people were suffering and dying every day and
how they hoped that you would destroy you-know-who soon. I was never aware of the
tremendous pressure you were under. I never knew just how much people depended on
you. I know you've mentioned it once or twice but you must understand that it all
seemed very unreal.</em></p>
<p>Harry snorted in slight amusement. He understood very well how unreal it all would
seem. Hell, even Harry himself had found it ridiculous at times. Especially when he
hadn't even heard the prophecy yet. Not believing that particular claim was not
something Harry could fault Dudley for.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>What I'm trying to say is that I admire you. You were bullied for
most of your life and at the same time, some dark wizard was after your life and
apparently came close to killing you practically every year! I was even made aware of
the fact that you managed to fight off those horrible creatures that attacked me, all
by yourself. You fought so bravely, even when I and many others tried knocking you
down every step of the way.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I have broken all contact with my parents after I asked mum what
the address was of your teacher. I don't know if you still live there, but if you
don't, I'm sure he can get this letter to you. I honestly don't understand how
they're not in jail. I know that by now you are loved and very respected. People
would die for you, even if they never even met you. Surely, if you would wish to
bring my parents to justice, you could do so easily. Why haven't you?</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I would like to tell you that if you should still want to do so,
I'm willing to help you. Yes, I would bring to light my own horrible actions towards
you, but it's the least I can do. And I want to do whatever I can for you. I know it
won't make right what I did. I don't think anything ever will, to tell you the truth.
But I can at least try.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Finally, I want to tell you that I know now that you are not a
freak. You are my cousin. You have a wonderful gift that I am envious of. I'm glad
for it, though, since it got you away from my folks. You are an amazingly strong
person that has been able to overcome every hurdle in his life. You've done things I
could never do in a million years and I admire you for it.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I regret everything I have done to you and if I could turn back
time and be nicer to you, I would.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I will understand if you never want to hear from me again. I will
not contact you on my own after sending this letter. But should you wish to send me
one, I will send a reply. I just hope that one day, I will be able to introduce you
to my children. They will not know their grandparents, so I hope they will at least
know you.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Thank you for putting up with me all those years without horribly
maiming me with magic. I've seen many things in that hospital and I know now what you
could have done.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I will not ask for your forgiveness because I know that I don't
deserve it.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Your cousin,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Dudley Dursley.</em></p>
<p>Harry stared at the signature for a while, not really understanding why he felt
tears brimming in his eyes. Snape apparently understood that Harry's eyes weren't
darting across the words anymore and gently shook his shoulder.</p>
<p>"Harry," he said, "Are you alright?"</p>
<p>"I think so," Harry said quietly, his voice trembling. Why was he being so
emotional about this?</p>
<p>Snape seemingly felt alarmed. He hurriedly sat down in the chair next to Harry,
grabbed his chin and made him look at him. "What did he say?" Snape growled, "If he
hurt you in any way, I'll –'</p>
<p>"He didn't say anything bad," Harry interrupted before he had to listen to Snape's
fantasy about disembowelling his cousin. "He just said – well, why don't you just
read it? It's too much to explain."</p>
<p>Harry handed over the letter to Snape and sat there staring at his cold toast as
Snape's eyes scanned the pages. Eventually, the man put down the letter gently and
sighed.</p>
<p>"Do you want to talk about it?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"I wish I knew if he was telling the truth," Harry said, "What if this is all a
big joke?"</p>
<p>"I could always slip him some veritaserum, if you wish," Snape replied easily.
Harry would have laughed but Snape sounded dead serious.</p>
<p>"No," he replied instead, "You'll probably be sent to Azkaban if the ministry
finds out."</p>
<p>"You don't need to send a reply," Snape said, "You don't owe him anything. He even
says so himself."</p>
<p>"But what if he means it?" Harry asked, "I can't just <em>not</em> reply."</p>
<p>"I think you'll find that you can," Snape responded, "You are fully capable of
tossing that letter in the bin and moving on with your life. If you wish, you could
toss it in the fireplace."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "That's a nice thought but I don't think I could do that," he
said, "If Dudley is sincere, it took a lot of courage for him to write all those
things. I honestly never even thought he would be able to write this much in one go."
Harry chuckled. "But it's <em>his</em> handwriting."</p>
<p>"How do you wish to proceed?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"I don't know yet," Harry said, "I think I'll take a few days to think about
it."</p>
<p>"That is always a wise course of action," Snape said, sipping his tea. "Were you
still hungry? I could heat your food for you if you wish."</p>
<p>"No, thank you," Harry said, "I don't think I could eat anything else right now.
Can we just do some brewing or something?"</p>
<p>"As you wish," Snape said, standing up from his seat. "Would you like to continue
on your potion?"</p>
<p>"Not that one," Harry said, "I'd rather keep the tests for it contained to
Hogwarts."</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Well, think about it," Harry said, "The last test had as a side-effect that all
of the ghosts in Hogwarts were drawn to me. If I had done that test in here, it
would've seemed as if nothing had happened at all."</p>
<p>"That's a valid point," Snape agreed, "So what would you like to do instead?"</p>
<p>"Well, do you have any foxgloves stored in here?"</p>
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<p>For the next couple of days, Harry practically locked himself in the potions lab –
which Snape had created in the basement of the house – coming out only to eat and
sleep.</p>
<p>Snape would often find himself brewing right next to the boy, keeping a wary eye
out as Harry tried to create the potion he wanted to make for Alex. He knew that
Harry was trying to process Dudley's letter and was doing so by burying himself in
potions work but Snape didn't mind. At least the behaviour was not as
self-destructive as some of Harry's had been in the past.</p>
<p>On the third day of brewing, Harry had just added the flax seeds and orange zest
for his second attempt when he sat down heavily into his chair.</p>
<p>Hedwig – who they had not been able to keep from the basement – sat proudly on a
thick perch that Snape had fastened to the wall. She hooted softly in response to
Harry's sudden arrest.</p>
<p>"Harry?" Snape asked, "What's wrong?"</p>
<p>"I'm going to send a reply," Harry responded, "It's only right."</p>
<p>Snape sighed heavily. "If that is what you wish," he said.</p>
<p>Harry remained silent as Snape walked over to his cauldron and peered inside of
it. "Ten times clockwise should do, I'd wager?" he asked. Harry nodded before leaning
back and closing his eyes.</p>
<p>"I thought I was rid of all this, you know," he said while Snape stirred his
potion for him. "I haven't even so much as thought about the Dursleys in over a year.
Besides during the Occlumency lessons, of course."</p>
<p>"The past is never where you think you left it," Snape said easily, "But sooner or
later, we all have to let go of it."</p>
<p>Harry looked at him strangely as Snape let go of the ladle and turned to look at
him.</p>
<p>"How do you come up with these things?" Harry asked in bewilderment.</p>
<p>"I read a lot," Snape replied, smirking, "Now, are you going to toss in the next
of your ingredients or will you deem this batch a failure as well?"</p>
<p>Harry huffed. "You know as well as I do that the creation of a new potion does not
happen overnight."</p>
<p>"It doesn't," Snape agreed, "But I believe that this potion will prove to be a lot
easier than the one you're already attempting."</p>
<p>"I agree," Harry said as he emptied a small container of dirt on his station and
imbued it with his magic. "But I still don't think I've got it entirely."</p>
<p>"At least you're getting practice in the technique I showed you," Snape pointed
out, "That should help greatly with the – What are you planning on calling that
potion anyway?"</p>
<p>"Umbral Locum," Harry informed him rather proudly.</p>
<p>"Fitting," Snape said, "And yes. These techniques will work great for that."</p>
<p>Harry buried the flobberworms in the sand, watching as they started writhing. When
they stopped moving again, Harry cut them up and tossed them in the cauldron.</p>
<p>"I suspect it will," he said. He stirred twenty times counter-clockwise, making
sure to scrape the bottom of the cauldron sufficiently as to not allow any of the
residue to stick to the bottom. "Do you think Alex will want to be my test subject
again?"</p>
<p>"He didn't seem averse to it last time," Snape pointed out, "I think he really
wants to fly that broom. Which reminds me. We've been invited for dinner on boxing
day."</p>
<p>"Wow, really?" Harry asked, "Emma wants to put up with you again?"</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "I'm quite sure that she's rather fond of you," he said, "but it
wouldn't be proper of her to invite only you."</p>
<p>"She might try to set you up with someone again," Harry chuckled.</p>
<p>"Or she might have found someone for <em>you</em> this time," Snape pointed
out.</p>
<p>Harry removed the cauldron from the fire and allowed the liquid to cool down. "I'm
going to write my letter now," he said, "If I don't do it now, I fear that I never
will."</p>
<p>"Dumbledore has always said that you're far too quick to forgive," Snape said
gruffly, "And by Merlin, he is right."</p>
<p>"I don't think you understand," Harry said, smiling gently. "But I will forgive
him not for his sake, but for my own. It's what I need to do if I want to move on
from this."</p>
<p>"When did you get so smart?" Snape groaned.</p>
<p>Harry grinned. "I read a lot."</p>
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<p class='c1'><em>Dudley,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I would never have expected to hear from you again but here we
are.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I must admit that I wasn't too eager to read your letter and
afterwards, I had to think it over for days before deciding that I would write back
to you.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>You are right to say that your actions – as well as those of your
parents – have hurt me more than words can say. Seeing that on paper makes it sound a
little awkward, but it's true.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Your parents are monsters and I will never see them in any other
light. But you were a child that was taught by his parents to hurt the freak as much
as he could. That doesn't mean I approve of your actions but it means that I
understand.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I appreciate the offer of taking action against your parents but I
would rather not. I'm already in the wizarding paper enough as it is, I don't want
anyone to know about what my home life has been like. I would rather forget all of
this has ever happened and move on.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>That said, I think I could manage to allow for at least you to
remain in my life, though I don't think I want to see you just yet. Writing this
letter already takes a lot out of me.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>When you have children of your own, I will make a conscious effort
to meet them, of course. As long as they're not taught the same values you were, I
might even be willing to be part of their lives. But those are things for the far
future and will remain to be seen.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>In any case, I appreciate that you broke ties with your parents for
what they've done to me. And it means a lot for you to acknowledge your mistakes and
tell me you're sorry. I know that must've taken a lot of courage.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>You can write me back if you want. I'll tell Hedwig to wait for
your reply if you want to give her one. Just tie it to her foot. She'll enjoy a strip
of bacon, should you have it.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Harry.</em></p>
<p>Harry reread the letter a couple of times before deciding that it would do, sealed
it and tied it to Hedwig's foot. "Bring this to my cousin, Dudley," he said.</p>
<p>Hedwig fluffed her feathers in dismay and Harry chuckled. "I know," he said, "I'm
apprehensive too but I think I should give him one more chance. Don't you?"</p>
<p>Hedwig looked away haughtily and Harry stroked her feathers. "I don't have a whole
lot of family left, Hedwig," he told her, "I know the chances of me making up with
Dudley are slim at best, but I owe it to myself to try."</p>
<p>Hedwig regarded him carefully for a while, then nipped his ear and flew away.
Harry swallowed nervously when he saw her leave. There she went. Only time would tell
if he made the right decision.</p>
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<p>Harry sat reading in the sitting room with Snape on the day before Christmas. Alex
had willingly tried his second batch of the potion but it had still been ineffective.
Well, not entirely perhaps. It had made his hair rise and float towards either Snape
or Harry. Whoever had been closest. So Harry had been able to make the potion react
to magic – since that seemed to be what Alex' hair had been doing – but not in the
way he had wished it to.</p>
<p>"<em>Catalogue it nonetheless</em>," Snape had said, <em>"It may not seem useful
right now but maybe someday, someone will know exactly what to do with it</em>."</p>
<p>Harry sighed as he flipped the page in his Herbology book as he was looking for an
ingredient that could replace the orange zest. Suddenly, his focus was broken when
the floo flared green and a certain blonde stepped through the fire.</p>
<p>Harry was supremely jealous of the poise and grace with which Draco managed to
step out of the hearth. Harry had been able to stay on his feet last time, but that
was really all that could be said of him.</p>
<p>"Happy Christmas!" Draco exclaimed happily. In his arms, he carried several gifts.
"Where may I put these?" he asked politely.</p>
<p>"Happy Christmas, Draco," Harry replied. He jumped up from his chair and went to
greet his friend. "Glad you could make it. Just dump the presents under the tree, if
you will."</p>
<p>Draco snickered and did as he was suggested.</p>
<p>"Got anything good for me?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"You?" Draco asked incredulously, "Don't be daft. These are all for Severus and
for me, from my friends."</p>
<p>"Oh, really?" Harry asked as he eyed a package with his initials on it. "And
what's that?"</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape chided, "It's not polite to snoop."</p>
<p>"I'm just teasing," Harry said, rolling his eyes.</p>
<p>"What were you reading?" Draco asked as he eyed the Herbology book Harry dropped.
"That looks utterly boring."</p>
<p>"I'm just looking for a substitute for my orange zest," Harry said, "I'm trying to
create a potion that would allow muggles to use wizarding tools."</p>
<p>Draco snorted. "And whatever would you want to do that for?"</p>
<p>"Alex would like to try flying," Harry said, "And I'm sure that there are many
more wizards out there with muggle friends that would like to give some aspects of
our world a try."</p>
<p>"I don't know," Draco said doubtfully, "I don't think I approve of muggles
invading our world even more."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged, "Well, that's what I'm trying to do, whether you like it or not,"
he said.</p>
<p>"It's time you got over those prejudices, Draco," Snape snarled from the couch. He
was narrowing his eyes at the blonde but the boy didn't seem to be too perturbed. "I
would think you would know better by now."</p>
<p>"I do," Draco objected, "But I don't think it's a good idea to go and give them
magical powers. They could blow everyone up!"</p>
<p>"I'm not going to give anyone magical powers, Draco," Harry said in exasperation.
"Frankly, I think that would be impossible. All I need is for the muggle energy to
not clash with the magic of the item, like a broom so he's able to use it."</p>
<p>"I know of more fun ways to spend my holiday," Draco said, "But you do you, I
suppose. If I might make a suggestion, you should probably use ginger instead."</p>
<p>"Ginger?" Harry frowned, "Why?"</p>
<p>"Ginger cleanses the body of many things," Draco said, "It might even cleanse
those less than desirable muggle energies."</p>
<p>Harry wasn't sure if Draco was kidding or not, but his suggestion didn't sound too
bad. "Okay," he said, "I'll give that a try next time." Snape chuckled in
amusement.</p>
<p>"And speaking of gingers, isn't Weasley coming as well?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the comment and shook his head. "No, he can't"
he replied, "Mrs Weasley wants as much of her children at home as possible over the
holidays. I can't say I blame here."</p>
<p>"I would imagine she would have invited you over in that case," Draco pointed
out.</p>
<p>"She did," Harry admitted, "But - well - We had a previous engagement."</p>
<p>"Meaning me," Draco said as he made himself comfortable in the chair next to
Snape's.</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "It's not like I haven't had Christmas at Ron's place before," he
said, "But I've never had one with you."</p>
<p>Draco eyed the book Snape was reading curiously to which Snape raised a sardonic
eyebrow.</p>
<p>"What are you reading?" Draco asked, smiling innocently as he leaned over the
armrest of his chair.</p>
<p>"Not something that would interest you," Snape replied evenly.</p>
<p>"If you really think so, why not just show me?" Draco said, leaning even closer.
For a moment, Harry thought the chair might topple but Snape turned the book so Draco
could read it. The blonde frowned in disgust at the cryptic text.</p>
<p>"What's that?" he asked, "I can't understand a thing it says."</p>
<p>"That's the point," Snape pointed out, "It's a code."</p>
<p>"Oh," Draco replied, "And you're trying to crack it, I presume?"</p>
<p>"You presume correctly," Snape replied.</p>
<p>"Guys!" Harry exclaimed, "Christmas morning is tomorrow and you're both sitting
here discussing some book?"</p>
<p>The combined smirks of Snape and Draco were a little unsettling but Harry braved
them by putting his hands on his hips.</p>
<p>"I like a good read as much as the next guy but I forbid the reading of anything
more intellectual than a greeting card or cracker joke."</p>
<p>Snape sighed and gently closed the book, putting it back into its rightful place.
He secured it with a complex charm and leant back into his chair, steepling his
fingers. "Very well," he said, "What did you have in mind?"</p>
<p>Harry grinned mischievously as he locked eyes with Draco.</p>
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<p><em>A/N: It was never my intention to get chapter 25 to be the Christmas chapter
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<p>Harry found himself in the kitchen, adding milk to the pudding mixture as he
whisked them into a cohesive blend. Zippy was off somewhere pouting but Harry was not
to be deterred.</p>
<p>"I still don't understand why you're doing this," Draco said as he dipped a finger
into the dark rum. "Isn't this exactly what a house-elf is for?"</p>
<p>"This is part of Christmas," Harry said importantly, "You need to make your own
Christmas pudding."</p>
<p>"Says who?" Draco asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"It's tradition!" Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"Perhaps it is in the muggle world," Draco said, "But in the wizarding world, we
don't make our own pudding."</p>
<p>"Yes you do," Harry snorted, "Only the very wealthy don't. So I suppose it's no
wonder that <em>you've</em> never touched a whisk in your life."</p>
<p>"And I could go my whole life without ever doing so," Draco replied.</p>
<p>"Just give it a try," Harry urged, "I promise you that it will taste so much
better when you made it yourself."</p>
<p>"That doesn't make any sense, though," Draco said thoughtfully, "What part of the
process would make it taste better? What can <em>we</em> do that a house-elf
can't?"</p>
<p>"Ah, muggles would say that we add a bit of love to the recipe."</p>
<p>The snort that escaped Snape could be heard coming from the living room.</p>
<p>"Oh, would you put a sock in it?" Harry said loudly.</p>
<p>Draco laughed loudly. "See? Even your father doesn't agree. Can't you just leave
the rest up to Zippy and come play a game with me?"</p>
<p>"This doesn't take long at all," Harry said, "Why don't you mix the fruits; sugar
and liquor?"</p>
<p>"Because I don't want to," Draco said evenly.</p>
<p>"Come on," Harry urged, "You can make a wish as you stir it!"</p>
<p>"And muggles really believe such a wish would come true?" Draco asked
incredulously, though he still started mixing the fruits.</p>
<p>"Not really, no," Harry admitted, "But it's a nice thought, nonetheless."</p>
<p>"If you say so," Draco said as he kept stirring. "You know, this sort of reminds
me of Potions class."</p>
<p>"It's very alike," Harry said, "If you can brew a wiggenweld potion, you can make
a Christmas pudding. All you have to do is follow the recipe."</p>
<p>"Will it explode if I add the wrong ingredient?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "No, don't be daft. You could burn it if you raise the temperature
of the fire too high, though."</p>
<p>"I'll leave that up to you then," Draco said.</p>
<p>"Dad!" Harry called out. He was still getting used to calling Snape that but he
found that the more often he did, the easier it became. Draco flashed him a
half-smirk as he did which Harry could only take as approval.</p>
<p>Harry had also noticed that – for now – the use of the word 'dad' made Snape
spring into action immediately. He wondered how long that would last.</p>
<p>As he had suspected, Snape walked into the kitchen, eyeing Harry's mixture
critically. "Yes?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Could you stir the fruits for a few seconds," Harry asked sweetly, "And make a
wish while you do."</p>
<p>"Why?" Snape asked icily.</p>
<p>Harry sighed in exasperation. "For magical folks, you two really have no respect
for all things that make Christmas truly magical."</p>
<p>"That's probably because we can actually use magic," Snape said. As if to
demonstrate, he raised his wand, flicked it, and made the stirrer stir by itself.</p>
<p>"I don't think that counts," Harry said, though he wasn't sure of that himself.
"Just stir it by hand for a few seconds. Please?"</p>
<p>With a suffering sigh, Snape grabbed the stirrer, mixed the fruits for a few
seconds and handed it back to Draco. "Satisfied?" he asked.</p>
<p>Harry grinned broadly. "Absolutely. You can go back to whatever it is you were
doing."</p>
<p>Snape didn't dawdle and went back to the sitting room. He was no doubt still
working on deciphering that text that the Weasley twins had liberated for him.</p>
<p>"Allow me to stir it for a moment," Harry said, grabbing the bowl from Draco. The
blonde relented easily and watched as Harry mixed the fruits, a dumb smile on his
face.</p>
<p>"You baffle me sometimes," Draco said.</p>
<p>"Hm?" Harry reacted absentmindedly.</p>
<p>"First of all, I can't believe the saviour of the wizarding world is making his
own Christmas pudding," Draco pointed out. "And second of all, I can't get over the
fact that doing menial labour such as this makes you happy."</p>
<p>"I doubt you'd understand," Harry replied.</p>
<p>"Try me," Draco urged.</p>
<p>"Well, it's just that –" Harry sighed, trying to gather his thoughts. "- I was
never allowed to be part of any Christmas traditions when I still lived with the
Dursleys and – well – something happened recently that got me thinking about that all
over again."</p>
<p>Draco raised a curious eyebrow. "Why wouldn't they let you join them?"</p>
<p>Harry suddenly realized that he had never really told Draco about his life with
the Dursleys and was now resisting the strong urge to bang his head against the
wall.</p>
<p>"Harry?"</p>
<p>"Could you check the recipe for me?" Harry asked, "How long did the pudding have
to cook?"</p>
<p>"Five to six hours," Draco replied evenly as he eyed Harry curiously.</p>
<p>"Right," Harry replied cheerfully, "Pass me the foil, will you?"</p>
<p>Draco sighed. "As you wish, Harry."</p>
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<p>While the pudding simmered on a low fire, Harry took Draco to go sledging. Snape
had warned them not to go too far and had explicitly forbidden them from treading on
the ice.</p>
<p>"If I catch you so much as stepping foot on that ice, I will divide all of your
Christmas presents among the needy orphans," he had said. Neither boy had taken great
consideration into his words but they weren't really planning on skating anyway.</p>
<p>"I know a good hill not far from here," Harry said. He was pulling the sledge
along the snow. Draco had taken a seat on top of it, leisurely eyeing the surrounding
landscape.</p>
<p>"You're not really helping, you know," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"A smarter wizard would simply use magic," Draco retorted.</p>
<p>"Have you completely forgotten that this is a muggle neighbourhood?" Harry asked,
"If anyone should see you using magic, you could get arrested."</p>
<p>"So be subtle about it," Draco said. He went to lay flat on his belly as the
sledge kept moving along, Harry pulling the rope dutifully. Draco whispered an
incantation and suddenly, the sledge felt a lot lighter and easier to move.</p>
<p>Harry threw Draco an exasperated glare. "Draco," he snarled, "What did I just
say?"</p>
<p>"You didn't even notice me doing anything," Draco chuckled, "And neither did any
muggle. Sometimes, you just need to be a bit more Slytherin about things."</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes but decided to let it slide. Quite literally.</p>
<p>"There it is!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at a rather steep hill. Underneath the
heaps of snow lay a dead-end street, Harry knew, that led to an abandoned manor. No
one ever went up there anymore. That is to say, Harry had investigated it at some
point but there was nothing to be seen in there. It had probably once belonged to the
owner of the factories here before they all went out of business.</p>
<p>"Well?" Harry asked, "Looks like fun, doesn't it?"</p>
<p>"Harry," Draco said doubtfully, "We fly broomsticks for fun. You can't possibly
tell me that this sledge of yours can go faster or higher than your Firebolt."</p>
<p>"It can't," Harry agreed, "But this sledge is so much easier to mount with the
both of us. Now get off, I'm not dragging you up that hill. Featherlight charm or
not."</p>
<p>"Fine," Draco groaned, "But I'm not pulling that thing."</p>
<p>"Just come along," Harry urged as he began walking up the hill, dragging the
wooden sledge behind him. The crunching of the snow told him that Draco was only a
few steps behind him.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said as they reached the hill, "Do you want to be in the front or
back?"</p>
<p>"I suppose I'll take the front," Draco said proudly as he took his seat.</p>
<p>"Alright," Harry said, "But that means you have to watch out for obstacles and
steer accordingly."</p>
<p>"And how do you steer this thing?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>Harry laughed. "I have absolutely no idea!"</p>
<p>"Oh, that's quite reassuring," Draco said, but he laughed and sat down
nonetheless. "If I break an arm, I'm holding you accountable, Potter."</p>
<p>"Don't worry," Harry said as he took his seat behind Draco. "I know how to brew
skele-gro now."</p>
<p>"In that case, let us be off!" Draco said valiantly as he used his feet to get the
sledge moving. Harry did the same until the wooden contraption gained enough speed to
move on its own and down the steep hill they went.</p>
<p>Perhaps it was not quite as spectacular as riding a broom but both boys laughed
heartily on their way down as the snow caught in their path was thrown upwards and
into their faces and hair. The ride down was over far too quickly and ended without
incident.</p>
<p>"That was fun," Draco admitted.</p>
<p>"It's much more fun with a friend than going alone," Harry added sheepishly, "Want
to go again?"</p>
<p>"Okay, but this time, let's try to go faster," Draco said.</p>
<p>In a few hours' time, the pair made up of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin had made
their way down that same hill dozens of times. Near the end, most of the snow had
been cleared by their glorious escapade and so they were forced to either stop or
magically reapply the snow to the hill. They were discussing the pro's and cons of
using magic when a very familiar muggle approached them, catching Harry from behind
with a snowball.</p>
<p>"Hey!" Harry protested. He turned around and grinned when he caught sight of Alex.
"Oh, you'll pay for that!" he said. He looked around mischievously and when he was
sure that no one else was around, he swished his wand as subtly as he could and
assaulted Alex with two dozen snowballs. Draco watched the onslaught with a mixture
of shock and amusement.</p>
<p>"Harry!" Draco exclaimed when Alex went down and faked his own death. "After all
your goody-two-shoes logic, you go and assault a muggle with magic?"</p>
<p>"Oh, it hurts," Alex groaned ridiculously, "I have been slain. The great Harry
Potter slew me." He writhed in the snow and stretched out a hand towards the sky.
"Remember me not for how I died, but for how I lived," he croaked. And then, his hand
dropped into the snow, and Alex' eyes closed.</p>
<p>Harry laughed maniacally as he went to stand over Alex' '<em>dead body'</em>. "Ah,
Alexander. With you gone, there is no one left to protect Spinner's end from my
wrath!" he said dramatically. Draco looked at him as if he had gone insane. "Let this
be a reminder that a muggle can never stand up to a wizard!"</p>
<p>"We'll see about that!" Alex said as his eyes suddenly opened. He sprang up from
the ground and tackled Harry, dropping him into a mound of snow.</p>
<p>"Yes!" Alex exclaimed, raising both of his hands to the sky, "Muggles rule!
Wizards drool!"</p>
<p>"We must certainly do not," Draco snarled, "Harry, what is the meaning of
this?"</p>
<p>"Oh, sorry Draco," Harry said sheepishly as he got up from the ground. He patted
down his pants to remove the snow and joined Draco again. "I got a bit carried away,
I suppose. This is Alex. Alex, this is Draco."</p>
<p>Draco narrowed his eyes at Alex as the man extended his hands towards him.</p>
<p>"He's a muggle," Draco stated, "And he knows about us?"</p>
<p>"He's a licensed observer," Harry explained, "So yes, he does. He even gives tour
guides around here for wizards and witches."</p>
<p>"You're supposed to shake it," Alex said, his hand still extended. "It's a muggle
custom."</p>
<p>"I'm not an idiot," Draco snarled, "I know how shaking hands works. I simply
choose not to."</p>
<p>"Suit yourself," Alex said, completely undeterred.</p>
<p>"Draco, you're being rude," Harry said, "Alex is a good friend of Severus and I.
He deserves your respect."</p>
<p>"Hold on", Draco said, "Are you telling me that this muggle –" he pointed rudely
at Alex, "- is friends with Severus? Severus Snape?"</p>
<p>"The very same," Alex replied before Harry could, "Why do you think he lives in
this town? It's to stay close to me!"</p>
<p>Draco scoffed and Harry snorted. "He's a bit eccentric –" "Excuse me?" Alex
interrupted, "- But he's one of the best men I know. I ask of you to be nice."</p>
<p>Draco looked at Harry incredulously, sighed deeply and finally extended his own
hand to Alex. "I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said through gritted teeth, "I am pleased to
make your acquaintance."</p>
<p>Alex took his hand in a firm grip and shook vigorously. "Proper posh boy, aren't
you?" he said happily, "We don't see many of your kind around these parts."</p>
<p>"Well now I feel offended," Harry said mockingly, "Are you telling me that I'm not
proper?"</p>
<p>"You fell into the river the first time we met," Alex pointed out, "And you
angered Severus every step of the way! You are not at all proper."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "Point taken."</p>
<p>"So, how is that potion coming along, if I may ask?" Alex asked.</p>
<p>"Ah, so you're the muggle that wants to fly," Draco interjected, "Are you sure you
could handle the altitude? If you fall, you could break something."</p>
<p>"Nothing Harry or Severus couldn't fix, I'd wager," Alex sad easily, "And if
you're implying that I'm scared of heights, I'm not."</p>
<p>"I wish you could come to Hogwarts at some point," Harry said, "To watch me play
Quidditch."</p>
<p>"Please," Draco said, "The next match is against Slytherin and you <em>know</em>
we'll win this year."</p>
<p>"And what makes you so sure of that?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"You're far too distracted this year," Draco said happily, "I suspect that even in
the middle of a game, you'll still be thinking of bicorn horns and flobberworms."</p>
<p>"Even if that were to be true, I would still beat you any day," Harry retorted. He
grinned cheekily when his eyes met Alex' again. "Come on, ask Dumbledore next time
he's here."</p>
<p>"Who's Dumbledore?" Alex asked seriously.</p>
<p>"Albus," Harry pointed out, "What, he's never formally introduced himself?"</p>
<p>"He's a peculiar man," Alex said, "I doubt he does anything properly, unlike young
Draco here." Draco snorted in response.</p>
<p>"And why would I have to ask him, anyway?" Alex added as an afterthought.</p>
<p>'He's the headmaster of Hogwarts," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Ah," Alex responded, "He does <em>look</em> like a magical headmaster. Okay, I'll
do that."</p>
<p>"Are you sure you want to invite a muggle into Hogwarts?" Draco asked, "The
excitement might just kill him." Draco did not sound at all as if he would mind that
prospect.</p>
<p>"If he can handle Diagon Alley on a regular basis, I'm sure he can handle
Hogwarts," Harry supplied.</p>
<p>"He what?" Draco asked loudly, "Harry, what kind of muggle is this even?"</p>
<p>"The kind that is very much mixed up in our world," Harry replied, "You might even
consider him a squib."</p>
<p>"I'll pretend that that's a compliment," Alex said evenly.</p>
<p>Draco snorted again but didn't challenge Alex' assessment. Instead, he decided to
satisfy his own curiosity. "So, what was this about Harry falling into the
river?"</p>
<p>"Ah, young one, that is indeed a marvellous tale," Alex said. Harry groaned but
said nothing.</p>
<p>"It was a hot summer's day and I was sitting on the riverbank, fighting a right
monster of a fish. Proper Leviathan, that." Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't help
but smile.</p>
<p>"After I caught it, I see Harry standing there, clearly in awe as he gazed upon my
herculean body and handsome smoulder."</p>
<p>Harry choked on a laugh and even Draco was showing a wide grin.</p>
<p>"He had just seen me struggle with the aforementioned beast and – as impressed as
he was – practically begged me to take him on as my apprentice."</p>
<p>"Oh boy," Harry muttered but Draco shushed him.</p>
<p>"Being as magnanimous as I am, I agreed to teach him all I know," Alex continued,
"so I gave him one of my rods and taught him the basics. He fell in love with the
craft immediately and what do you know, soon a fish took the bait."</p>
<p>"Did he catch it?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>"Alas," Alex said sadly, "The fish fought bravely and Harry simply lacked
experience. He tried to the best of his abilities but the fish simply dragged him
into the river and would have drowned the poor lad had he not let go of the fishing
rod. But, -" Alex added darkly, " - that was not the end of his struggles."</p>
<p>"What happened?" Draco asked curiously, no longer deterred by the fact that he was
talking to a muggle.</p>
<p>"Well," Alex said, "That was the moment Severus arrived at the river. There was
fire in his eyes and an aura of darkness that promised nothing but pain and
death."</p>
<p>Harry snorted and Draco chuckled.</p>
<p>"He dragged Harry out of the river and hauled him onto his shoulder before
strutting back to his house. It was tragic. It was the last I've ever seen of poor
Harry. He's probably locked in his dungeons somewhere."</p>
<p>"Er… Alex," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Oh, Harry, it's so sad," Alex said gravely, "What has become of you?"</p>
<p>"Is he all there?" Draco asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow, much like Snape
would.</p>
<p>"He likes to embellish a lot," Harry sighed.</p>
<p>"Ah, but I know that you love to listen to my embellishments," Alex pointed out,
"And don't you dare deny it."</p>
<p>"I must admit," Draco said, "That <em>was</em> rather amusing."</p>
<p>"Thank you for your consideration," Alex said solemnly. Harry just shook his
head.</p>
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<p>When darkness had set, Draco and Harry had gone back to the house, shivering madly
as they were greeted by the pleasant warmth of the hearth.</p>
<p>"You've been gone for a while," Snape noted as they walked in, stomping their
boots on the welcome mat to get rid of the snow.</p>
<p>"It was too much fun to stop," Harry said honestly.</p>
<p>"We met the muggle named Alex," Draco said.</p>
<p>Snape eyed him curiously. "And what is your opinion of Alexander?"</p>
<p>"He's hilarious," Draco admitted, "It's a shame that he's not a wizard,
really."</p>
<p>"Imagine that," Snape said, "There would be no escaping him if he were."</p>
<p>"He said he's your friend," Draco pointed out, "He lied, didn't he?"</p>
<p>Snape stared at Draco for a few long seconds before smirking and turning on his
heel. "I would imagine that you've worked up quite an appetite. What say you we get
started on dinner?"</p>
<p>"Thank Merlin," Harry said gratefully, "I'm starving!"</p>
<p>Dinner was a rather rambunctious affair during which Harry and Draco discussed
many things from Quidditch to their N.E.W.T.'s and the girls that walked the halls of
Hogwarts. Snape rarely contributed to the conversation except to provide the
occasional snarky jibe or sardonic comment.</p>
<p>Eager for Christmas the next morning, Draco and Harry both turned in early. Draco
slept on a spare mattress with blankets and a comforter piled on top of him to
protect him from the cold. Neither boy had the intention to fool around when they
were supposed to sleep because even Harry didn't know what sort of secret potions
Snape had hidden away to test on misbehaving young-adults.</p>
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<p>When Harry opened his eyes the next morning, it took him a while to register that
it was, in fact, Christmas morning. Grinning broadly, he rose swiftly and was about
to shake Draco awake when he noticed that the blonde was already gone. His comforter
lay folded neatly in a corner with his blanket and pillow on top of it.</p>
<p>Slightly peeved that the sneaky Slytherin did not wake him up, he crept down the
stairs. Years of practice enabled him to not make a single sound as he moved. If
Draco thought he could get away with leaving Harry to lie in on Christmas morning, he
had another thing coming.</p>
<p>Harry snuck towards the open door and was about to loudly announce his presence
when he heard Draco and Snape talking softy.</p>
<p>" – Are you coping, Draco?"</p>
<p>Harry heard Draco chuckle softly. But the sound was bitter rather than amused.</p>
<p>"As well as could be expected, I would think," Draco replied, "But it's –" he
exhaled sharply, "- It's hard, Severus."</p>
<p>Harry became aware of the sound of shuffling and peered around the corner to find
himself staring at the back of his two most loved Slytherins. Snape had draped an arm
around Draco but the blonde sat stiffly as he stared into the fire. Harry felt a pang
of guilt for observing the scene in front of him but found it hard to stop seeing how
he had already made the transgression.</p>
<p>"I understand how hard this must be for you Draco," Snape said soothingly, "If
there's anything I can do -"</p>
<p>You've already done plenty," Draco said, "You have no idea how it felt to be
invited for Christmas." Harry thought he could hear Draco's voice crack and felt his
own heart break. "For the most part, Slytherin shuns me and it's not as if any of the
other houses readily accept Slytherin outcasts."</p>
<p>Harry could see Draco lean into Snape's embrace this time.</p>
<p>Another bitter chuckle escaped Draco's lips. "Except for the golden trio, of
course."</p>
<p>Snape sighed deeply. "Those three do seem to be rather close to you these
days."</p>
<p>"They trust far too easily," Draco said, but there was clear gratitude in his
voice. "I can't believe I ever acted the way I did towards them."</p>
<p>"We have both made plenty of mistakes in that regard," Snape pointed out, "But
Harry has always been quick to forgive."</p>
<p>"He's a lousy Slytherin though," Draco chuckled. This time, the sound was
genuine.</p>
<p>"I should say so," Snape growled, "Harry, would you stop skulking around and come
over here?"</p>
<p>Harry flushed when he realized he got caught and sheepishly shuffled inside. "What
can I say?" he said, "Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor."</p>
<p>"You're such a prat!" Draco accused as he tossed a throw pillow in Harry's general
direction. He snatched it out of the air as it approached and put it in its rightful
place as he plopped down next to Draco.</p>
<p>"There's a pot of hot chocolate in the kitchen," Snape said, "Would you like
some?"</p>
<p>Harry – who noticed that both Snape and Draco already had their own mug – nodded
vigorously and Snape disappeared into the kitchen while Harry settled next to Draco.
Almost unconsciously, he slinked an arm behind Draco's shoulders in comfort and
pulled him closer. Draco allowed it.</p>
<p>"Happy Christmas," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Happy Christmas," Draco replied.</p>
<p>"How long have you been up?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"About an hour, I think," Draco guessed.</p>
<p>"You could've woken me up, you know," Harry growled in mock annoyance.</p>
<p>Draco snorted. "Even I don't have to heart to wake up someone who curls like a
kitten."</p>
<p>"I do not!" Harry exclaimed in horror.</p>
<p>Draco shrugged, but not enough to loosen Harry's soothing embrace. "I may or may
not have a picture as proof."</p>
<p>"I may not be a Slytherin but I assure you that Gryffindors are just as capable of
taking revenge," Harry said casually, "Ah, thanks, Severus," he added as he accepted
the mug of hot chocolate, releasing Draco as he did.</p>
<p>"I should probably punish you for eavesdropping," Snape said as he regarded Harry
carefully.</p>
<p>"Or –" Harry said pointedly, "- If I might make a counter-argument, we should
probably open up our presents now."</p>
<p>"I second that motion," Draco added playfully.</p>
<p>"When did I give you two the idea that this is a democracy?" Snape asked icily, "I
rule this household as a firm dictator."</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry said, "Be that way. Say Draco –" he looked at him mischievously and
whispered in his ear, "<em>Do you know how to play the piano</em>?"</p>
<p>Draco scoffed indignantly. "Of course I do, what did you expect?"</p>
<p>"Then come on!" Harry exclaimed as he rushed over to the piano stool. Draco walked
leisurely behind him and went to sit next to the raven-haired boy.</p>
<p>"Alright," he said, stretching the word, "What do you want me to play? Chopin?
Debussy?"</p>
<p>Snape was eyeing the both of them curiously as he sipped his own hot chocolate.
Harry suspected that he had added a few shots of rum to the drink but didn't
comment.</p>
<p>"How about the twelve days of Christmas?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"That is far beneath me," Draco said haughtily, "But for you, my friend, I
shall."</p>
<p>"I knew I could count on you, Draco," Harry said happily, clapping the boy on the
back.</p>
<p>"And a one, and a two –"</p>
<p>Draco started playing the piano and Harry sang along.</p>
<p>"<em>On the first day of Christmas, my teachers gave to me –"</em></p>
<p>Draco chimed in cleverly, "<em>A headache caused by Occlumency</em>!"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled, quickly grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment and picked right
back in.</p>
<p>"<em>On the second day of Christmas, my teachers gave to me –"</em></p>
<p>"<em>Two lemon drops,"</em></p>
<p>Snape snorted audibly,</p>
<p>"<em>And a headache caused by Occlumency."</em></p>
<p>Draco and Harry altered as they made up the next sentence for their original take
on 'Twelve days of Christmas' until they ended up at five. Harry quickly scribbled
something down and showed it to Draco. The blonde grinned and when the time was right
they both dramatically sung at the top of their lungs:</p>
<p>"<em>Five thousand points</em>!"</p>
<p>Not even stopping once as they went, the boys came up with an abundance of
Hogwartsian references as they continued blaring horribly off-key, their original
intent of simply annoying Snape long since forgotten as they were having the time of
their lives.</p>
<p>Finally, they came to the final chorus of their song as they went over each point
on the list one more time, in not-so-perfect harmony.</p>
<p>"<em>On the twelfth day of Christmas, my teachers gave to me -<br/>
Twelve ghosts a haunting<br/>
Eleven feathers floating<br/>
Ten monsters prowling<br/>
Nine house-elves cooking<br/>
Eight wands a duelling<br/>
Seven cauldrons brewing<br/>
Six cats transforming<br/>
Five thousand points<br/>
Four Flobberworms<br/>
Three Firebolts<br/>
Two lemon drops<br/>
And a headache caused by Occlumency"</em></p>
<p>Both Draco and Harry lingered on that last note, Harry going up while Draco went
down. With an exaggerated flourish, he hit the last key on the piano after which the
boys turned and looked at Snape expectantly.</p>
<p>"You two are utterly ridiculous, do you know that?" Snape said as he calmly sipped
his hot chocolate with rum.</p>
<p>"I thought we were rather ingenious," Draco commented, "Coming up with lyrics on
the fly like that."</p>
<p>"Now, can we open our presents or should we continue singing?"</p>
<p>"While quite amusing," Snape replied with a wide smirk, "I do believe you've
earned the right to open your presents now and I'd rather not sit through a rendition
of 'Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, if I can help it."</p>
<p>Harry and Draco high-fived each other as they went to sit on the floor in front of
the Christmas tree, beaming broadly whilst checking out their haul.</p>
<p>"Open mine first," Harry said eagerly as he handed Draco a small package. Draco
smirked and accepted the present that was wrapped in green and silver. After
unwrapping it carefully, he produced a round contraption of sorts that hung from an
intricate-looking chain.</p>
<p>"What is it?" Draco asked as he eyed the item.</p>
<p>"It's a Swiss timepiece," Harry explained as he showed Draco how to open it.</p>
<p>Draco gasped as he looked at the clock inside of the timepiece, ticking away
properly and extraordinarily correctly. "It's beautiful, but what is that material
it's made out of?"</p>
<p>"Titanium," Harry supplied.</p>
<p>"So it's Goblin-made?" Draco asked.</p>
<p>"Of course not," Harry said, "It's muggle-made."</p>
<p>Draco snorted. "As if muggles could get titanium and use it to craft something as
beautiful as this."</p>
<p>"You know, Draco," Snape chimed in, "Muggles have been able to mine titanium for
almost as long as goblins have. And I assure you that the muggle world has masters of
its own as you can see clearly by the creation in your hand."</p>
<p>"I see," Draco said softly as his eyes still widely looked at the timepiece. "It's
beautiful, Harry. Thank you. I might even wear it sometimes."</p>
<p>Harry grinned. "You are very welcome, Draco."</p>
<p>"My turn," Snape said as he levitated one of the gifts towards Harry. "Here you
are."</p>
<p>Harry did not show the same decorum as Snape and Draco did and quickly tore
through the paper that stood between him and his present. When the malicious paper
was finally vanquished, Harry laid eyes on a beautiful golden potion knife that came
in a delicately adorned box.</p>
<p>"Wow," he said, "It's beautiful."</p>
<p>"It's also an artefact," Snape added, "It's self-cleaning and will cut whatever
you're cutting exactly as you would wish it. I expected it might come in handy."</p>
<p>"This is amazing!" Harry said, "Thank you so much, dad."</p>
<p>"You are very welcome," Snape said easily as he smiled ever so slightly.</p>
<p>From Ron and Hermione, Harry received the usual abundance of sweets and books and
from Mrs Weasley, he received his traditional Christmas jumper as did Snape.
Strangely enough, the Weasley matriarch had also knit one for Draco.</p>
<p>"Look at that!" Harry said, "She already thinks you part of the family."</p>
<p>Draco looked at the green jumper with a grey D knitted in the middle and smiled
slightly. "She really shouldn't have."</p>
<p>"Oh, you just try and stop her," Harry said, "But spoiler alert. You can't."</p>
<p>"I'll be sure to send her a thank-you note," Draco said dutifully and much to
Harry's surprise, Draco actually pulled the sweater on. Harry did the same but Snape
folded his neatly and put it aside.</p>
<p>"Well that's odd," Harry said suddenly, "I got a gift from Luna."</p>
<p>Draco grinned widely, "Oooh, what did she send you?"</p>
<p>Harry opened the box and stared at a supply of dirigible plums. He smiled slightly
as he thought of the same plums she used as earrings.</p>
<p>"Interesting," Snape said as he spotted the fruits. "These enhance the ability to
accept the extraordinary."</p>
<p>"Oh!" Harry said, "Do you think I could –"</p>
<p>"Use them for Alex' potion," Snape completed, "Yes, I do."</p>
<p>"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, "She must be psychic."</p>
<p>"Or just random," Draco added.</p>
<p>"It is kind of her to think of you in any case," Snape said, "Make sure to thank
her properly next time you meet."</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course, I will," he said, "You don't need to remind me
of the proper etiquette. Now open my gift to you, would you? It's no magical dagger,
though."</p>
<p>Snape opened the box Harry handed to him to reveal a large collection of music
sheets.</p>
<p>"I noticed that you know how to play the piano," Harry said, "But you don't have
any sheet music so you never actually play anything concrete. There's both muggle and
magical music in there."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Harry," Snape said as he leafed through the sheet music, "I'll be sure
to put these to good use."</p>
<p>"And look," Harry said slyly, "Looks like you got one more present."</p>
<p>"Hm?" Snape responded, "From whom?"</p>
<p>Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "It says here it's from Maya Bell."</p>
<p>"Oh Merlin," Snape sighed, "Set it down. It might explode or something."</p>
<p>"So check it," Harry said, "But do open it."</p>
<p>"Alright," Snape said, "But stand back."</p>
<p>Never one to be taken off guard, Snape performed a series of detection charms on
the small box to verify if it was safe. It took him about ten minutes to be
satisfied, but eventually, he opened the box to reveal a book.</p>
<p><em>'Cryptography and its applications throughout History'</em>, it read. A
bookmark was stuck between the pages and Snape opened it to reveal a section on the
very same encryption method that had been used on the text he was trying to decipher
at that point.</p>
<p>"Well well, wonders never cease," he said softly, "This will make my life a lot
easier."</p>
<p>"She actually managed to give you a book you haven't read yet?" Harry asked
incredulously as he saw Snape's happy expression.</p>
<p>"Indeed," Snape replied, "This is a very rare book. I didn't think I would be able
to get my hands on one in this lifetime."</p>
<p>"Looks like there's more than one of us that will need to express our gratitude,"
Harry teased.</p>
<p>"It would appear so."</p>
<p>"Harry, I still have something for you," Draco said suddenly, "Don't think I've
forgotten about you."</p>
<p>Curiously, Harry accepted the package Draco carefully handed to him and made sure
to unpack it equally carefully. When he opened the box, it was Snape that reacted
first with a sharp intake of breath. It took Harry a tad longer to realize what he
was looking at. It seemed to be the recipe for Polyjuice potion but with remarks
added all across the recipe going on for several pages.</p>
<p>"It's Arconus Fecklebright's memoir for the Polyjuice Potion," Draco
explained.</p>
<p>Harry stared at the pages in awe. This was far more than just the recipe. These
pages held all the thoughts and methods the inventor of the potion had used and had
as he created the potion. With these notes, he could find out the reasoning behind
every step. He could find the method to the madness so to speak.</p>
<p>"Draco," Harry said, "This must be worth a fortune!"</p>
<p>Snape scoffed. "A fortune?" he sneered, "This is worth fortunes upon fortunes. I
have asked Lucius to be allowed to take a look at these memoirs for years now. But he
would never allow me to."</p>
<p>Harry – who understood the full magnitude of the gift he had just received –
surprised Draco with an impromptu hug. "Thank you so much," he said.</p>
<p>"You're welcome," Draco said awkwardly, "Just make sure you put it to good use. It
serves no purpose, wasting away in someone's vault."</p>
<p>"Well said," Snape said in agreement, a devilish sparkle in his eyes. He was
probably looking forward to perusing the pages himself. Harry couldn't help but
chuckle at the man's eagerness.</p>
<p>"There is just one present left," Snape said as he rose from his seat. Harry
flattened himself on the ground to peer underneath the Christmas tree but saw
nothing.</p>
<p>"No there isn't," he said.</p>
<p>Snape sighed and said: "Just wait here," as he walked to his laboratory. Harry
locked eyes with Draco but just shrugged.</p>
<p>A few minutes later, Snape remerged and handed Draco a vial. "Add a few drops of
these to your mother's tea every morning," he said gently, "And let me know the
result."</p>
<p>Harry frowned as he saw Draco gratefully take the potion, his eyes locking onto
Snape's momentarily before putting it away. Harry knew that he should probably not
pry.</p>
<p>"So," he said instead, "Who wants Christmas pudding?"</p>
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<p><em>This chapter turned out to be much longer than I initially envisioned but I
had so much fun with it. I hope you all laughed; perhaps cried for Draco a little
bit? Please do tell me what you thought. It would make this St. Nicholas' day extra
special! (Yes, the 6th of December is special here in Belgium).</em></p>
<p><em>So please review! And as I have done these last couple of weeks, I'm going to
skip the weekend and update on Monday. See you then!</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 26</strong></p>
<p>Harry could honestly say that Christmas that year had been great fun. Draco had
been great company – despite his muggle-hating tendencies – and had spiced things up
a bit. While it was always fun to have Ron and Hermione over, it was quite amusing to
have a cohort of sorts that didn't fear Snape in the slightest. Suffice to say that
Harry was sad to see Draco go but he had to go home. Besides, he was not one of the
invitees for boxing day at Alex's home.</p>
<p>"Did you have a good Christmas?" Snape asked after Draco had left.</p>
<p>"I did," Harry replied, "Do you think Draco did?"</p>
<p>Snape smiled and ruffled Harry's hair. "I'm sure he did," he said, "It was kind of
you to invite him. I know that he appreciated it."</p>
<p>"Good," Harry said, "What are you going to do until we have to go?"</p>
<p>"I would very much like to make use of the book Professor Bell gave me and go back
to deciphering the ancient texts of Pythagoras," Snape replied, "I don't believe I
will have a lot of time to do so once we're back at Hogwarts so I want to make the
most of my time now. What about you?"</p>
<p>"What else?" Harry replied, "I would like to try and add those plums Luna gave me
to the potion I'm making."</p>
<p>"Don't forget about Draco's suggestion," Snape reminded Harry, "He may not be
aiming for a mastery in Potions but he has definitely always been adept in the
subject."</p>
<p>"I haven't forgotten," Harry said, "But you don't mind me brewing it by
myself?"</p>
<p>"I see no possible disasters happening with the combination of ingredients you
have been using thus far," Snape said, "But if you do wish to add something that
wasn't on your list yet, I ask that you come to consult me."</p>
<p>"Of course," Harry said easily. "Happy translating."</p>
<p>"Happy brewing," Snape retorted as he made himself comfortable in the sitting
room. Zippy was depositing a cup of tea on the table as Harry went down the stairs to
the potions laboratory. Another interesting day of brewing lay ahead of him.</p>
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<p>Harry had absolutely no idea how much time had passed when someone knocked on the
door.</p>
<p>"Come in," Harry called and the door opened to reveal Snape. His hair was wet and
he smelled like soap. Harry groaned when he realized that it had to be nearly time to
go.</p>
<p>"Don't groan," Snape chided, "It's mainly you that wished to be present at Alex
and Emma's home, so you can't back out now."</p>
<p>"But I'm nearly done," Harry argued.</p>
<p>"So put a stasis on your cauldron and finish up tomorrow," Snape said. "It's time
for you to take a shower and get dressed. We need to be there in an hour's time."</p>
<p>"I understand," Harry sighed. He flicked his wand once to put a stasis on his
cauldron and walked up the stairs in clear discontentment.</p>
<p>He very hastily took a shower, making sure that his hair no longer reeked of
potion fumes, and got dressed in the nicest muggle clothes he could find. When he
came down again, he found Snape dressed in his typical black attire and frowned.</p>
<p>"Black again?" He asked, "No, absolutely not. Out of the question."</p>
<p>Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"</p>
<p>"You are going to wear something a tad more colourful today," Harry urged, "You
wore all black to their dinner party last year as well. You're not going to a
funeral, you know?"</p>
<p>"I am not changing my attire," Snape said icily.</p>
<p>"At least wear a different tie," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Absolutely not."</p>
<p>"I have a nice blue one you could borrow," Harry tried.</p>
<p>"Forget it."</p>
<p>"How about Slytherin green? You must have one of those."</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "It's not going to happen, Harry. Now if you're quite finished, I
would hate to run late."</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry muttered.</p>
<p>They both donned their coats and braved the cold weather as they made their short
walk towards Alex' house. Snape had once again bought a bottle of wine - a 1985
Bordeaux - and had handed Harry some flowers to give to Emma. When they arrived,
Snape straightened his tie and knocked on the door. That's when Harry took his
chance. He whipped out his wand which he had hidden in his coat pocket and swiftly
muttered a spell. Before Snape had the time to react, his tie had become an azure
blue.</p>
<p>Snape opened his mouth to no doubt hit Harry with a scathing remark when the door
opened to reveal Emma.</p>
<p>"Severus!" Emma greeted heartily as she pulled the man into a hug, "Prompt as
always. And what a gorgeous tie." She then turned her attention to Harry who handed
over the flowers with a sheepish grin. "Oh Harry, how kind of you. They're simply
gorgeous. Do come in, both of you."</p>
<p>She stepped aside and allowed the two wizards entry.</p>
<p>As soon as they walked into the sitting room, they were greeted by Alex much in
the same manner that Emma had greeted them. When Snape handed over the wine, Alex
chuckled and clapped him on the back. "Good old Sev," he said, "We can always count
on you to uphold proper etiquette and manners, can't we? Handsome tie by the
way."</p>
<p>"Thank you," Snape replied through gritted teeth. Harry hid a chuckle in his
hand.</p>
<p>"Harry, you must have grown ten inches since the last time I saw you!" Alex
exclaimed when he noticed Harry.</p>
<p>"We've seen each other only yesterday," Harry argued.</p>
<p>"Must be a growth spurt," Alex said knowingly.</p>
<p>"Where's Charlie?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Oh, he's at his grandparents'" Emma informed them, "So don't worry about waking
him up. He's not here. Now don't mind me, I'm just going to put these flowers into
some water."</p>
<p>When Alex had Harry and Snape alone, he motioned for them to come closer and
whispered in a hurried tone: "I am so sorry but Emma invited one extra person
tonight."</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "A tad unorthodox but I'm sure we'll manage."</p>
<p>"You don't understand," Alex said, "She invited her sister over."</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Why would she do that?"</p>
<p>"Well, <em>she</em> says that it's because her sister is finally back in the area
but <em>I</em> say that she wants to introduce her to Severus."</p>
<p>"No," Harry said in an exaggerated tone of voice, "She wouldn't."</p>
<p>"Oh, but she definitely would, my young friend," Alex said, "You don't know her as
well as I do and she <em>lives</em> for this sort of thing."</p>
<p>"What sort of thing?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Matchmaking," Alex said in a horrified voice.</p>
<p>Snape sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Alexander," he growled, "I
thought I made it perfectly clear what my wishes are on the matter."</p>
<p>"Oh, I know," Alex said, raising his hands in mock surrender, "Believe me, I do.
But there's no stopping Emma once she's got an idea in her head."</p>
<p>"Oh, cheer up," Harry said, "Maybe you'll like her."</p>
<p>"That remains to be seen," Snape drawled, "But I wouldn't get your hopes up;
Either way, I appreciate the warning but I think that next year I shall decline
dinner at your house."</p>
<p>"He's right," Harry said, "Next time, we should probably invite <em>you</em>."</p>
<p>"So, who's ready for the appetizers?" Emma asked as she came bustling into the
room. Alex put a finger to his hand to signify that Harry and Snape should pretend
like he hadn't said anything so they didn't.</p>
<p>"That sounds great," Harry said honestly. He was already a bit hungry. When Harry
looked around the room, he could see that many things had been refurbished or simply
replaced with newer things. It was quite clear that Alex was doing very well
nowadays.</p>
<p>It didn't escape Harry's notice that Emma kept checking the clock and wondered if
her sister was running late. After an hour of waiting and having eaten all the
appetizers available, Emma invited everyone to the dinner table which was quite
obviously set for five people.</p>
<p>Snape smirked, "Expecting Charlie to come home early?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Oh no," Emma replied, visibly flushing, "I just set a plate for him out of habit,
nothing more." Emma glanced outside once more before disappearing into the kitchen
with a barely noticeable frustrated sigh.</p>
<p>"Looks like you got stood up," Harry said to Snape who snorted rudely in
response.</p>
<p>"I will not lose any sleep over it," Snape said easily.</p>
<p>Emma re-emerged balancing four plates of cheese croquettes. Harry quickly got up
and took two of the plates from her.</p>
<p>"You're such a gentleman," Emma said appreciatively as they set the plates
down.</p>
<p>"This looks absolutely delicious, my princess," Alex said, "Very much like
yourself, in fact!" He took her arm and pulled her into his lap, giving her an
exasperatingly long kiss. Snape met Harry's gaze and rolled his eyes. Harry snorted
at his father's antics.</p>
<p>"Alex," Emma chided after a while, blushing fiercely, "The food will get
cold."</p>
<p>"Can't have that," Alex agreed, "Dig in, everyone!"</p>
<p>At that moment, the doorbell rang twice and Emma got up from her seat immediately.
As she rushed towards the front door, Harry could've sworn he heard her mutter
'finally' under her breath.</p>
<p>"Watch out everyone," Alex hissed, "Here she comes."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "She can't possibly be that bad."</p>
<p>They heard the door open and heard muffled voices as well as some higher-pitched
exclamations that could be expected from two sisters greeting each other. Footsteps
came up front and Emma hushed someone behind her before approaching the dinner table
somewhat sheepishly.</p>
<p>"Harry, Severus," she said, "I have a confession to make."</p>
<p>"Is that so?" Snape asked sardonically. Harry kicked him lightly under the table,
smiling politely all the while.</p>
<p>"I invited my sister over for dinner today as well," Emma said, "She's a bit late
but I'm sure you'll get along just fine if that's okay."</p>
<p>Harry knew that Snape did not appreciate being lied to but was amazed by the grace
Snape exhibited as he gestured that all was well.</p>
<p>"Oh, good," Emma said at the sign of approval. "Come in, sis!"</p>
<p>A much too familiar chocolate brunette stepped forward, her amber eyes widening as
she took in the company in her sister's dining room.</p>
<p>"Maya, this is Severus and that is Harry. Guys, this is Maya."</p>
<p>Harry's mouth fell wide open as his History Professor appeared before him. He
glanced at Snape for a sign as to what to do but the Potions Master seemed entirely
unable to process this information. Maya seemed equally stunned but was the first to
break the tense silence by breaking into a fit of giggles.</p>
<p>"Maya!" Emma chided, "That is not a proper way of greeting my guests."</p>
<p>"Oh Emma," Maya laughed, "You have simply no idea how amusing this is."</p>
<p>Snape snorted and Harry too began to laugh. He was entirely too confused about all
of this. If Maya was Emma's sister, did that mean that Emma knew about magic? And if
she did, was she aware if Alex visiting the wizarding world every so often? Did she
realize that Snape was a wizard?</p>
<p>"Emma," Snape said as he threw a wary glance at Maya. "Could you please excuse us
for a moment?"</p>
<p>Emma blinked in confusion a couple of times but seemed to oblige. "I suppose I
will need to make some extra food for Maya. Alex, would you care to join me?"</p>
<p>"I actually believe it would be beneficial for Alex to stay for a moment," Snape
said. When Emma frowned at him, he smiled at her kindly. "Don't worry, Emma. If I am
correct about certain… things, you will soon be informed."</p>
<p>"Fine," Emma said, "But I swear, you're just as weird as my sister is
sometimes."</p>
<p>Harry broke into a new fit of laughter at that and Emma left the room.</p>
<p>"So," Maya said, grinning widely.</p>
<p>"So," Alex said, "What's going on here?"</p>
<p>"Maya," Snape said, "Does Emma know you're a witch?"</p>
<p>"Of course she does," Maya said easily, "How could she not? I don't go around
obliviating family members, you know?"</p>
<p>"Hold on," Alex said, "A witch?"</p>
<p>"Oops," Maya said, slapping a hand in front of her mouth, "Oh Severus, look what
you made me say. I really don't want to keep obliviating Alex. I think it's making
him sort of loopy."</p>
<p>"Are you telling me that you've obliviated Alex as well?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Frequently," Maya said, "It's so difficult to keep magic hidden from this
one."</p>
<p>"No one is obliviating me!" Alex protested, "I have a license."</p>
<p>Maya frowned. "What is he talking about?"</p>
<p>"He's a licensed observer now," Harry interjected, "We took him to the ministry
last year."</p>
<p>"You know what," Maya said, "Emma said that she thought the person she was
introducing me to was a wizard but I never imagined that I would stumble onto
you!"</p>
<p>"Are you sure this is not some very elaborate prank?" Snape asked, "Because if so,
I must admit that it's very well executed."</p>
<p>"It's not a prank," Maya said, "I merely came here to have dinner with my sister
and her goofy husband. Sure, I knew that I would have to face another matchmaking
attempt but that's how that goes."</p>
<p>"This is ridiculous," Harry snorted.</p>
<p>"It's fantastically confounding," Snape agreed. "Alex, if you would summon Emma
back into the room. I'll heat up the food."</p>
<p>He took out his wand and placed a warming charm on the plates that were already
set on the table. Shaking his head in utter confusion, Alex stuck his head in the
kitchen and asked his wife to come back.</p>
<p>"Alright, what's going on here?" Emma asked as she placed a plate in front of
Maya.</p>
<p>"Emma," Snape said, "Harry and I are wizards."</p>
<p>Emma glanced at Alex who didn't seem at all shocked by the announcement. She then
looked at Maya who was eyeing her somewhat sheepishly.</p>
<p>"You see," Maya said, "I teach History of Magic at Hogwarts. Severus is my
colleague. He teaches defence against the Dark Arts and Harry is a student of
ours."</p>
<p>Emma looked at her somewhat wide-eyed. "But – that's, - Alex?"</p>
<p>"Ah, that is entirely my doing," Snape said matter-of-factly, "I've had to erase
Alexander's memory a couple of times already in the past and thought it prudent to
have him registered as a licensed observer instead. He keeps finding out,
anyway."</p>
<p>"I knew it," Emma then said, "I knew you had to be a wizard. No one is
<em>that</em> good at healing people, no matter how potent you say your herbs
are."</p>
<p>"But if your sister is a witch, why didn't you ask her help?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"She lived in America," Emma said, "And since she doesn't use phones or anything,
I couldn't very well contact her."</p>
<p>"I can't believe you knew all along," Alex said, a small smile on his face.</p>
<p>"And I can't believe you've been able to keep this secret," Emma countered.</p>
<p>"What <em>I</em> can't believe is that I just found Severus and Harry in your
dining room!" Maya added happily.</p>
<p>"No wonder you're so crazy!" Alex exclaimed, "You're magical!"</p>
<p>"As magical as they come," Maya said with a wink. "Now let's eat please. I'm
starving! I got lost on the way here and thought I'd never eat again."</p>
<p>"Don't be so melodramatic," Emma said.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "This is mental. And you're all so calm about this!"</p>
<p>Emma and Alex eyed each other for a moment before showing off a big toothy
grin.</p>
<p>"We've learned to expect the unexpected from each other," Alex said.</p>
<p>"Surprises like these keep our marriage exciting!" Emma agreed.</p>
<p>"Muggles," Emma and Snape said simultaneously which made Harry laugh again.</p>
<p>"Wine, Severus?" Alex asked and without waiting for a response, he filled Snape's
glass to the rim. "No need to be polite. We have enough of everything."</p>
<p>"Yes, how <em>are</em> you managing that, Alex?" Maya asked, "Last I checked,
there's nothing interesting to be seen in this town."</p>
<p>"Nothing but Voldemort's place of death," Alex said evenly.</p>
<p>Maya almost choked on her whine. "You're telling me that you're giving wizards and
witches tours of that event?"</p>
<p>"Absolutely!" Alex said, "Affluent folk, you magical people. And quite generous as
well."</p>
<p>"That's such a relief," Maya said, "For a moment, I thought you might have become
a drug lord or something."</p>
<p>"How dare you!" Alex said in mock anger, "I'll have you know that there is no man
more honourable in the entirety of this town."</p>
<p>"So did you two have a nice Christmas?" Maya asked Harry, now ignoring Alex
completely.</p>
<p>"Absolutely!" Harry said, "Draco and I went sledging. We made Christmas Pudding
and we sang Christmas carols!"</p>
<p>"Oh yes," Snape drawled, "They wrote quite the interesting rendition of 'Twelve
Days of Christmas'."</p>
<p>"Is that so?" Maya said, "Perhaps I'll have you two perform it in class."</p>
<p>"Merlin, no!" Harry exclaimed, "Please don't. That would be mortifying!"</p>
<p>"So, do you two ever have joint classes?" Emma asked as she put away the last
mouthful of food on her plate.</p>
<p>"No, Sissie," Maya said, "I mean, how would that even work?"</p>
<p>"Hm," Emma responded, "Are your rooms close to each other?"</p>
<p>"Not at all!" Maya said, "Severus lives in the dungeons –" Alex snorted – "And I
live nearer to the towers."</p>
<p>"Of course Severus would live in the dungeons," Alex said, "Why am I not
surprised."</p>
<p>"It's not <em>that</em> bad," Harry interjected, "His rooms are nice… as far as
dungeons go, at least. You should come to check them out sometime, Professor
Bell."</p>
<p>This earned him a light cuff on the back of his head courtesy of Snape. "Mind your
cheek, brat," he said.</p>
<p>Emma chuckled as Alex topped Snape off once more.</p>
<p>"Harry is going to try and get me to fly a broom," Alex proclaimed out of the
blue.</p>
<p>"Muggles can't fly brooms," Maya said easily.</p>
<p>"No," Harry agreed, "But I'm trying to brew a potion that could make it
possible."</p>
<p>Maya laughed. "Alex on a broom? He would kill himself!"</p>
<p>"Or perhaps I could become the world's greatest quidditch player!"</p>
<p>"Impossible," Harry said, "Because that's me."</p>
<p>"Oh?" Snape said, "Getting a bit cocky, are you? How many times must I remind you
that pride is a Slytherin quality"</p>
<p>"Yes well, intelligence and wit are Ravenclaw qualities," Harry retorted, "But
that doesn't stop you from making cleverly snarky comments every chance you get."</p>
<p>"Point taken," Snape admitted as he sipped his wine.</p>
<p>"Oh you and your house rivalries," Maya chided, "Some of the best relationships
out there are between people from different houses."</p>
<p>Snape made a noncommittal noise.</p>
<p>"Time for the main course," Emma said happily as she went back to the kitchen to
fetch the turkey.</p>
<p>"Your sister is quite the cook," Snape noted, "Does her skill run in the
family?"</p>
<p>"Goodness gracious, no," Maya said easily, "Kitchens hate me as do pots and
pans."</p>
<p>"I would imagine you could get quite lost in the kitchen," Snape smirked.</p>
<p>"Oh please," Harry said, "As if <em>you</em> cook all that much."</p>
<p>"Just because I don't doesn't mean I can't," Snape remarked. "In actuality, I am
quite a good cook."</p>
<p>"I can imagine," Maya said, "Isn't every potioneer good at cooking? It's kind of
the same skillset, isn't it?"</p>
<p>As the evening progressed, Harry noticed that Alex kept the wine coming in rather
large quantities. He wisely decided to only have two glasses but the older and
supposedly wiser adults all partook in the emptying of several large bottles. Even
Snape didn't seem to be paying too much attention to the amount he was ingesting, but
that could honestly have everything to do with Alex who kept secretly topping off his
glass.</p>
<p>After dessert – which was a Christmas cake – they all made themselves comfortable
in the sitting room where they enjoyed a cup of tea with biscuits. Even when one was
stuffed, there was always room for biscuits.</p>
<p>"You know what Severus," Maya said, "You're actually quite friendly when you want
to be."</p>
<p>Snape barked a laugh, "I dare you to proclaim that sentiment at the Gryffindor
table."</p>
<p>"Oh, they know," Maya said easily, "They see how you're coddling this boy." She
pinched both of Harry's cheeks, smiling at him as she did. "Doesn't he look extremely
coddled? Look at him!"</p>
<p>Snape regarded Harry for a moment. A smile slowly crept on his face before he
finally nodded. "Yes," he admitted, "He is properly coddled."</p>
<p>"Professor Bell," Harry complained, "If you could please let go."</p>
<p>"Oh, Harry," Maya said as she drew him into an impromptu hug that was much too
tight. "Call me Maya, would you? My sister says you're practically family! Severus
too!"</p>
<p>Snape grunted. "That might be a bit of an exaggeration."</p>
<p>"Or you simply need to drink more wine!" Maya said happily. She took the bottle
from the coffee table and poured Snape another glass. Much too Harry's surprise,
Snape chuckled pleasantly.</p>
<p>"We're having tea now," he said, "You should be clever enough to know the
difference."</p>
<p>"Ah –" said Maya, "Spoken like someone who has never mixed the two before."</p>
<p>"In this country, we respect our tea enough to not mix it with alcohol."</p>
<p>Emma laughed as she snuggled closer to Alex. She kept whispering into his ear as
she pointed at Snape and Maya. Meanwhile, Alex just nodded with a goofy grin on his
face. Harry kept wondering how these people were all older than him.</p>
<p>"Tell me, Maya," Snape said in a voice that Harry could only describe as sultry,
"Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar."</p>
<p>Maya giggled as if that was the funniest thing anyone had ever asked her. "A
goat's stomach, silly!" she replied, "How are you a Potions Master if you don't even
know that?"</p>
<p>Maya shuffled closer to Snape to get to the biscuits. For some reason, Snape had
grabbed the entire plate and placed it next to him. At that moment, Harry decided
that Snape was entirely too inebriated as was Maya. He would probably be quite cross
with Harry the next morning if he did nothing now. And as much as Harry would like to
see Snape come out of his shell, doing so under the influence of alcohol would
probably do nothing to further any future familiarities.</p>
<p>"It's time to go home, Severus," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Just a moment, Harry," Snape replied. He had picked up a biscuit and held it out
of Maya's reach. Maya tried grabbing it but apparently couldn't think of the solution
to simply stand up to take the biscuit away from Snape. Instead, she half leaned over
him to try and get it.</p>
<p>"<em>Now</em>, dad," Harry urged.</p>
<p>Snape groaned and tossed the biscuit Maya's way. "I'm afraid that Harry is quite
right. We would best be going."</p>
<p>"Do you have to?" Alex asked, "It looked like you were having fun."</p>
<p>"I must admit that it was an enjoyable get-together," Snape said as he rose from
his seat, "But all good things must come to an end."</p>
<p>"Not history," Maya said dreamily, "History never ends. It only begins."</p>
<p>"Bye Alex," Harr interrupted, "Bye Emma. I'll see you two later. And I'll see you
in school, Professor."</p>
<p>Maya waved her biscuit at him. "See you in school, Harry. Remember to write your
essay on troll folklore."</p>
<p>"Already done that, Professor," Harry said. Snape had donned his coat and was
ready to go. Even when inebriated, he seemed steady enough on his feet.</p>
<p>"Thank you for a pleasant evening," Snape managed to say before Harry all but
pushed him out the door. As they left, they could still hear laughter coming from
within the house.</p>
<p>"I didn't require you to rescue me, you know," Snape said and Harry detected a
slight slur in his speech pattern.</p>
<p>"You'll thank me in the morning," Harry said. The rest of the walk home they
walked in silence but a comfortable one. Harry's annoyance had dissipated already and
he was enjoying the cold winter air on his face.</p>
<p>When they reached the door, Snape sort of fumbled with his keys, so Harry took
them from him and opened the door.</p>
<p>"Inside and straight to bed," Harry ordered.</p>
<p>Snape managed to raise a sardonic eyebrow. "Harry, I'm almost entirely certain
that I have not had enough to drink for you to give me orders."</p>
<p>"Only almost?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Snape waited for a moment before replying. "Almost," he said and he dutifully went
up to his room. Harry followed behind wondering if he was going to have to help Snape
even more but the man shut the door in Harry's face.</p>
<p>"I am definitely certain that I'm not inebriated enough for you to take off my
shoes," came Snape's muffled voice from behind the door.</p>
<p>"Well, if you're certain," Harry chuckled before going into his own bedroom. It
was long past midnight and he was very tired. At least <em>he</em> wouldn't wake up
to a headache the next morning. Grinning to himself, he fell asleep.</p>
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<p>I want to thank everyone for their reviews and continued support. The previous
chapter was a blast to write and it's so much fun to see everyone's wishes and
speculations in regards to Maya and Snape. Thanks for that!</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 27</strong></p>
<p>Harry was the first one to wake up the next morning. But he had guessed as much
would be true. For a moment, he contemplated making one heck of a racket as he went
downstairs but he decided against it. Snape would no doubt be grumpy enough without
Harry ruining his morning even further.</p>
<p>So instead, he went down to the potions lab and removed the stasis from his
cauldron. He had Zippy bring down some sandwiches as he carefully imbued the plums he
got from Luna with his innate magic, smiling slightly as they seemed to brim with
life as he did. After he was certain that the magic took, he chopped the plums into
small cubes and added them to the concoction.</p>
<p>Then came the most complex part of this particular potion. The stirring. Harry had
realized that in order to 'confuse' the magic that would seek to repel muggles, he
would need to lead it astray with a set of tricky stirring motions that he had been
able to set up with Snape's help. He took the piece of parchment on which he had
written down the instructions and started stirring.</p>
<p>Two clockwise. One counter. Four clockwise. One counter. One clockwise. Seven
counter. And so on.</p>
<p>Harry didn't even notice when the door creaked open, nor when a large shadow was
cast as Snape came down the stairs. He did notice it when the man finally approached
him to watch what he was doing but he was not startled or brought out of his
concentration.</p>
<p>Thirteen clockwise. Five counter. Two clockwise. Wait five seconds. Another two
clockwise.</p>
<p>Harry was nearing the end of the text that described the move-set he needed to
respect. As he stirred, the potion changed colour numerous time. Sometimes, it seemed
to shift into two colours at once before they mingled slowly and turned into an
entirely different colour. It was as if he was working with a liquid rainbow.</p>
<p>Until finally, he stopped. Not wasting any time, he hauled the cauldron off the
fire and cast a freezing spell at the bottom, effectively draining all warmth from
the potion.</p>
<p>"Nicely executed," Snape said evenly when Harry started bottling the potion.</p>
<p>"Thanks," Harry replied without taking his eyes off of what he was doing. "Good to
see you're finally up. Did you come down here to find a headache reliever?"</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "Initially yes," he admitted, "But then I saw what you were up to
and decided to stay and watch. But now that you've reminded me –" He walked over to
the potion rack and grabbed a headache reliever.</p>
<p>Harry imagined that if the roles were reversed, he would be forced to suffer
through the headache since it was self-inflicted but he dared not mention this to
Snape. The happier the man was, the easier his life would no doubt be.</p>
<p>"Have you eaten?" Snape asked after he had downed the liquid.</p>
<p>"Breakfast," Harry replied, not sure of the current time.</p>
<p>"Then I propose that we share lunch," Snape said.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Are you sure you can stomach food right now?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Don't be such a brat," Snape said grumpily.</p>
<p>A few moments later, both wizards found themselves seated around the dinner table,
eating the lunch that Zippy had cooked for them. Harry noticed that Snape ate very
little but drank a disproportionate amount of water. Harry enjoyed some eggs – sunny
side up – with toast, completely undeterred by Snape's apparent lack in appetite.</p>
<p>"I still can't believe it," Harry said, "You know, how Maya ended up being Emma's
sister. Or did you forget?"</p>
<p>"My memories are very much intact," Snape grumbled, "And yes, it is quite the
coincidence."</p>
<p>"I think muggles should have a code word or something," Harry said, "I mean, Alex
and Emma both knew about the existence of magic but kept it a secret from each
other."</p>
<p>Snape groaned. "Really, Harry, how would that even work?" he asked, "On the other
hand, don't answer that. I'm not in the mood for pointless chatter."</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry said, "In that case, let's talk about the potion."</p>
<p>"The muggle magicker potion, you mean?" Snape asked glumly.</p>
<p>"That's the one," Harry replied entirely too cheerful. "I am ready for another
test phase."</p>
<p>"Do as you wish," Snape replied, "But could you hold off until tomorrow? I feel
like I should be present to cast a cushioning charm should the need arise. And I
don't feel up to it today."</p>
<p>Harry opened his mouth to protest but Snape's glare already told him that there
was no point.</p>
<p>"Alright," Harry conceded. "Tomorrow."</p>
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<p>Tomorrow had been fast approaching and the next morning, Snape had been entirely
ready to get an early start again. His grumpy demeanour had once more deflated into
his common snarky attitude and he found himself reading the newspaper long before
Harry had even stirred from his slumber. The headline of the day was not in
accordance with the Christmas cheer of the past few days.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Muggle Mayhem sullies Holidays</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Last night, the muggle town of Little Hangleton was viciously
attacked. A large number of muggles seem to have disappeared overnight while even
more muggles have been murdered without any sign of external injuries. Auror Angsley
suspects the use of the killing curse.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>But not only muggles were the victims of these horrible attacks. A
few resident wizards that have tried to stand up to the assailant in question, have
also sadly fallen.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>We can only assume that the culprit is one of the death eaters that
are still at large. The last few that were arrested were taken in because of the hero
of the wizarding world 'Harry Potter', but it is high time that we become able to
rely on our Aurors rather than on the skills of a seventeen-year-old
boy.<br/></em></p>
<p>Snape sighed deeply and set the newspaper aside. This smelled of Rookwood and
suspiciously so. It was almost as if the man didn't worry about being found out. His
purpose here was not to instil terror – though he did so very well – but something
entirely different. If only he could find out what that something was…</p>
<p>"Good morning," Harry yawned as he took the seat opposite Snape.</p>
<p>"Good morning," Snape replied. He intentionally covered the newspaper with his
plate and handed Harry the toast. "Are you ready for your experimentation?"</p>
<p>"Absolutely," Harry said, grinning from ear to ear, "What I'm really hoping for
–"</p>
<p>But whatever Harry was hoping for would have to wait until later because, at that
time, Hedwig swooped in, carrying a package that was neatly wrapped. Another letter
was tied to her foot. Harry welcomed her descent with a piece of bacon and released
her from her encumberment.</p>
<p>"Is it from your cousin?" Snape asked flatly.</p>
<p>"Let me see," Harry said as he turned over the envelope. Indeed it was. He snorted
when he saw that Dudley had once again written his return address on the back of the
envelope. Muggle habits die hard. "Yes it is," he finally replied.</p>
<p>He decided to open the package first. He frowned a bit at first when he saw the
blue blanket inside but when he extracted the item entirely from the box, he found
the initials H.P. embroidered into it. It was soft and smelled clean as if someone
had recently washed it. Harry set it aside for a moment before opening the
accompanying letter.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Dear Harry,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>My apologies that I took so long to write back. I know that I
hogged your owl for a few days and I hope you didn't miss her too much, but I needed
her to deliver this package. I promise you that I fed her well.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>The reason it took so long is that I was aware of my mother having
some of your possessions. Possessions that I think you weren't even aware of having.
It took some bargaining and empty promises on my mother's part but I managed to at
least extract the baby blanket you were wrapped in on the day you were left on our
porch. I wasn't sure if you wanted it but I thought it best to leave the choice up to
you.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I washed it first. It had been in the attic for a while and was
rather musty. The embroidery looks really well done. Years ago I heard my mum
complaining that her sister had always been better at crafts and how that wasn't
fair. I see now that she was right.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I want to thank you for accepting my apology at least and
appreciate that you're okay with keeping in touch. I understand perfectly well that
you would have no desire to see me any time soon, if ever. Should you change your
mind, feel free to contact me. I will be looking forward to it.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I hope you had a very happy Christmas.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Dudley Dursley<br/></em></p>
<p>"It's my baby blanket," Harry said evenly, allowing his hand to caress the soft
fabric. He wasn't sure what to feel at that revelation.</p>
<p>"It was kind of him to send it to you," Snape said softly, watching as Harry's
fingers traced the letter H gently.</p>
<p>"I didn't know mum was any good at crafts," Harry said, laughing softly.</p>
<p>"She was," Snape replied, "And she was able to combine her artwork with charms in
the most lovely way. There probably was a charm on that blanket as well."</p>
<p>"Do you think so?" Harry asked, eyes wide with wonder as if it was the first time
he heard of the existence of charms.</p>
<p>"It seems very likely," Snape said, "Allow me." He raised his wand and gently
traced the embroidery with it as he incanted a spell under his breath. A very pale,
soft light revealed itself for a very brief moment before fading.</p>
<p>Snape smiled. "I should not be amazed that Lily's charm is still in effect – if
slightly – but I still am."</p>
<p>"What does it do?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"It's a warming charm," Snape revealed, "Quite simple but very elegantly applied.
The fact that it survived for more than sixteen years – perhaps even seventeen
depending on when she made it – proves just how capable a witch she truly was.</p>
<p>Slowly, Snape's smile fell as he lost himself in the past, now tracing the
embroidered letter H with his long, potion-stained fingers. Eventually, he couldn't
suppress a slight sigh.</p>
<p>"I know," Harry said as he placed a hand on top of Snape's. "I miss her too."</p>
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<p>It was late in the afternoon when Alex finally came over after Harry had sent
Hedwig to fetch him. He was all eager and ready to go, never even contemplating the
possibility that they might be feeding him poison. A fact that Snape found to be very
unSlytherin, not that Alex cared about that particular opinion.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry urged as he held out the vial of potion. The liquid inside seemed to
be swirling without prompting. "I think this might be the one. Are you ready?"</p>
<p>"Please," Alex scoffed, "I was born ready!" With an exaggerated movement, he
snatched the potion from Harry's hand and downed it in three consecutive gulps. He
grimaced terribly after doing so.</p>
<p>"That was ridiculously vile," he said, his face still contracting excessively,
"Couldn't you have added some sugar or honey or anything?"</p>
<p>"It doesn't work like that, Alex," Harry told him. From his peripheral vision, he
noticed Snape rolling his eyes. He smiled and regarded Alex carefully. "How do you
feel?"</p>
<p>Alex looked at his hands and frowned a bit. "I don't feel any different," he
admitted.</p>
<p>"No queasiness?" Harry asked, "No tingling in your nose or fingers?"</p>
<p>"My nose?" Alex asked, somewhat perplexed, "No, I feel nothing out of the
ordinary."</p>
<p>Harry handed Alex his trust Firebolt, letting it go somewhat reluctantly. "Be
careful," he urged, "This broom is very important to me."</p>
<p>"Oh sure," Alex said, "Your broom is. Never mind me, I'm sure I'll bounce if
something goes wrong."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Severus will make sure you will," he assured him, "Now, mount it
and try to push off a little."</p>
<p>Alex mounted the broom and jumped, looking decidedly silly. He did so a few times
and on the third try, he hovered in the air for a bit longer, as if he had taken the
jump under water. Harry's eyes widened. "Yes," he said excitedly, "You've almost got
it. Try again."</p>
<p>Alex jumped a fourth time and this time he stayed in the air, hovering a few feet
high. For now, the Firebolt stayed firmly in place but in the air nonetheless. Alex
was trying his very best to stay balanced, occasionally throwing an arm to his side
as to not roll over.</p>
<p>"I'm doing it!" Alex shouted, "I'm flying!"</p>
<p>"You are hovering," Snape corrected, "But it's an impressive feat nonetheless. For
a muggle, that is."</p>
<p>"Harry, this is great," Alex said in awe. The Firebolt lurched forward a few
inches and Alex chuckled. "ho, boy," he told the Firebolt.</p>
<p>"I must admit that this potion is a stroke of genius," Snape said, "Well
done."</p>
<p>Harry flushed at the notion of pride Snape exhibited and averted his eyes to look
at Alex who was still fumbling somewhat. "I'll bring a second broom next time," Harry
told him, "So we can fly together."</p>
<p>"Or you can bring two more and Severus can join us as well," Alex offered
excitedly.</p>
<p>"I think not," Snape growled.</p>
<p>Thankfully, no accidents happened. Snape hadn't even needed to cast a cushioning
charm. In the end, Alex – though he talked big – did not have the courage to attempt
any actual flying. Instead, he had hovered to and fro while Harry took notes. In the
end, he timed the potion's duration at seventy-eight minutes. Enough time for most
quidditch matches, should that ever become important.</p>
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<p>Harry was stirring the fluid in the cauldron gently as he waited for it to shift
in colour. Once it did, Hedwig grabbed a cluster of lavender and hopped over to
Harry, extending her foot for him to take the plant from her.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "You're such a clever girl, Hedwig," he said.</p>
<p>"She behaves like a true familiar would," Snape said. He too was brewing but he
was focusing on a blood replenishing potion while Harry took care of the calming
draught. Both were relatively easy to brew and Madame Pomfrey had run out. When Harry
had questioned why Slughorn couldn't brew the potions instead, Snape had told him
that he'd rather not hand over all of his potion-making duties. He would miss them
far too much.</p>
<p>Harry was glad for it, really. Helping Snape brew like this was quite relaxing and
fun. Knowing that it was for a good cause was merely secondary.</p>
<p>As Harry sprinkled some bicorn horn dust into his potion, Snape turned down the
fire underneath his cauldron to allow the brew to simmer for a few moments.</p>
<p>"So, Harry," he said, wiping his hands on a cloth.</p>
<p>"Hm?" Harry responded distantly.</p>
<p>"I do wonder what your future plans are," Snape said. He placed two hands on his
working station and leaned forward expectantly.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "What do you mean?" he asked, "Isn't it kind of obvious by now?"
he said as he gestured toward his cauldron.</p>
<p>"That's not entirely what I meant," Snape told him.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said slowly, "Do elaborate, then."</p>
<p>"Have you given any thought to your romantic leanings?" Snape asked easily as he
started chopping up some larvae of the Asian tiger mosquito, "You and Draco seemed to
be rather close a few days ago."</p>
<p>"Hold it right there!" Harry protested loud enough for Hedwig to flap her wings in
disagreement. "I don't know where you got the idea but I'm not into Draco or any
other boy for that matter."</p>
<p>"Do calm yourself," Snape said, some amusement obvious in his voice, "I was merely
enquiring."</p>
<p>"For your information, I'm not interested in relationships right now," Harry said
in annoyance, "I'm too busy working on my potions." He threw in his poppy seeds as if
to emphasize that point.</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "I do disagree with you," he said, "As I've told you before, you
need to spend time on things other than brewing and studying."</p>
<p>"I'm already playing Quidditch," Harry protested, "And I hang out with my friends.
I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this."</p>
<p>"I would simply hate for you to miss out, Harry," Snape replied, "You're in your
seventh year and as far as I can tell, you haven't explored the possibilities at
all."</p>
<p>"Oh please tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying," Harry said
desperately, finally looking away from his potion to look at Snape imploringly.</p>
<p>"Need I spell it out for you?" Snape asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow.</p>
<p>"How would you even know?' Harry objected, flushing slightly. "It's not like I
told you much about my relationship with Ginny."</p>
<p>"Ah, but you did," Snape countered with obvious ease, "You told me enough to know.
And if that wasn't enough to go on, the current red hue on your cheeks is plenty
obvious."</p>
<p>The direction the conversation had taken was mortifying enough by itself but the
way Snape seemed to enjoy this current trajectory peeved Harry immensely. "Would you
stop?" he snarled, "What's it to you if I've had sex or not?"</p>
<p>"I just don't want you to close yourself off just for the sake of brewing," Snape
replied, not at all deterred. "It would be a pity if you –"</p>
<p>"What?" Harry interrupted, a mischievous smile now tugging on his lips, "Become
like you? Do tell, Severus. How much experience do you have?"</p>
<p>"Do you really want to know?" Snape countered, crossing his arms. "Perhaps you
would prefer if I showed you? How are your Occlumency shields nowadays?" The evil
smirk on his face implied that Snape would follow through if Harry didn't let up.</p>
<p>"Never mind!" Harry replied quickly, "I retract that statement. But honestly, as
far as I can tell, you haven't been with anyone at least since I started school."</p>
<p>"You would not be incorrect," Snape replied evenly. He grabbed a small jar of
beetle eyes from the top shelf and shook it a few times, clearly starting to become
uncomfortable himself.</p>
<p>"So when will <em>you</em> be bringing home a pretty woman?" Harry teased, "Or
man, I don't judge." He leaned forward on the back of his chair, his stirrer dangling
lazily betwixt his fingers.</p>
<p>"I am not interested," Snape said through gritted teeth. He sent Harry a deadly
glare but the boy knew better than to flinch back by now.</p>
<p>"Oh, but that won't do," Harry said, "You shouldn't spend all of your time brewing
and working. You need to be able to let loose. Much like a few days ago."</p>
<p>"Whatever do you mean?" Snape asked, momentarily stopping his chopping.</p>
<p>"What, don't you remember?" Harry teased. He leaned his head in his hands as if he
was recalling a precious memory. "Professor Bell was all over you!"</p>
<p>"She was not," Snape sighed, "We were simply both somewhat inebriated." The
darkening of Snape's cheeks did not escape Harry's attention.</p>
<p>"Perhaps," Harry teased, "But you did seem pretty happy."</p>
<p>"What part of inebriated don't you understand?" Snape countered harshly.</p>
<p>"I think she fancies you," Harry said in a sing-songy voice. He ducked just in
time when Snape threw a rag at his head.</p>
<p>"I must admit that it is rather impressive how you've turned this conversation
around to focus on me," Snape said, "But I concede. I will not force you into any
romantic relationship of any sort. I simply wanted to express an interest in my son's
life."</p>
<p>"Then why couldn't you just say so?" Harry asked in exasperation.</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "I would appreciate it if you kept me informed of your relationship
status," he said, "Is that better?"</p>
<p>"I'll see what I can do," Harry said, "But there's nothing going on right
now."</p>
<p>"As you say," Snape said."</p>
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<p>I loved the response I got from the last chapter. Thank you all so very much! I've
said this before but sometimes it's quite surprising to see which chapters are more
well-liked than others and the previous chapter was one such case. Alas, Christmas is
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 28</strong></p>
<p>While Harry had truly had an amazing time in Cokeworth, he was really looking
forward to going back to Hogwarts. He hadn't seen Ron and Hermione for two weeks but
more than that, he was eager to give the potion another try.</p>
<p>After saying their goodbyes to Alex, they left for Hogwarts a few days early, just
so Snape could get some things to do with his teaching duties in order. They also
needed to drop off their newly brewed potions in the hospital wing.</p>
<p>They were back in time for dinner and Harry noticed that all of the leftover
students shared a single table with their teachers. It was elongated but not
extensively so. It was quite odd to see, really. Luna sat next to Dumbledore, having
a pleasant discussion concerning the mapping of creatures in the forbidden forest as
Hagrid interjected occasionally. McGonagall was discussing animagi with a seventh
year Hufflepuff and Bell – who had also returned prematurely – was entertaining three
Ravenclaws with a tale that would have been utterly boring had Binns told it.</p>
<p>Adding themselves to the group of reorganised Hogwarts occupants, Snape and Harry
sat near Slughorn, where some seats were still available.</p>
<p>"Ah Harry, Severus," Slughorn greeted amiably, "So good to see you back here. Did
you have a happy Christmas?"</p>
<p>"Very pleasant, thank you," Harry replied politely. "How was yours?"</p>
<p>"Oh, nothing too eventful happened, I fear," Slughorn chuckled, "I've seen Peeves
skulk around the dungeons on more than one occasion but besides that, nothing out of
the ordinary has happened. I've mostly been working on some personal research."</p>
<p>"Harry here managed to invent an entirely new potion," Snape said as he cut into
his beef Wellington.</p>
<p>"You don't say?" Slughorn said in astonishment. "Do tell, is it the one you've
been working on for the last couple of months?"</p>
<p>Harry felt himself flush somewhat because of the unwanted attention but replied
anyway. "It's a different potion," he said, "Nothing too spectacular, really. It was
just something I've been playing around with."</p>
<p>"There's really no need to make yourself or your accomplishments smaller than they
are, Harry," Snape chided lightly. "We're all academics here and I'm certain that
Horace would be quite interested in your invention."</p>
<p>Harry frowned at Snape who smirked back at him and shrugged.</p>
<p>"Well, alright," he conceded, "I created a potion that will allow for a muggle to
interact with magical items such as a broom."</p>
<p>"You don't say," Slughorn said in obvious wonder, "And if I may ask, what did you
use for the base of your potion?"</p>
<p>"Dirigible plums," Harry provided, "They were a Christmas present from Luna –"
Harry smiled at her when she looked at him at the mention of her name, "- and it
occurred to me that they were perfect."</p>
<p>"Inspired!" Slughorn exclaimed, "But what did you use to counter their
gravitational pull?"</p>
<p>"I didn't need to use anything," Harry said proudly, "I simply imbued the plums
with innate magic and they were ready for use."</p>
<p>"Simply!" Slughorn exclaimed a bit louder than Harry would have liked but the
astonishment in the Potion Master's voice fed his sense of pride. Snape simply looked
smug. "That is a very high level of skill, Harry. One that not even a fifth of all
Potion Masters possess."</p>
<p>"Do <em>you</em>?" Harry asked, realizing too late just how rude that question
might be.</p>
<p>Slughorn regarded him for a moment before smiling slyly. "I do," he replied, "And
I know what it takes to learn this particular skill. I gather you've mastered
Occlumency then?"</p>
<p>"In the sense that Occlumency can ever be mastered," Snape replied smoothly, "But
yes, the boy is extraordinarily talented when it comes to innate magic."</p>
<p>"Fascinating," Slughorn said, eyeing Harry hungrily as if he was an important
experiment. "Have you been able to test the potion yet?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I have," Harry replied easily, "We have a muggle friend that knows all about
magic –" McGonagall choked on a potato and Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "- And he
managed to stay afloat on my Firebolt after he took the potion."</p>
<p>"Do you think he would be able to use a wand after drinking the potion?" Slughorn
asked. Harry thought the man's food must be getting cold as it lay there seemingly
forgotten. He thought about the question for a moment.</p>
<p>"As much as any wizard can wield a wand that isn't theirs, I would guess," Harry
finally said, "A wizard that has never had any practice with spellwork and magic, of
course."</p>
<p>"It would be interesting to see if he could," Snape noted.</p>
<p>"I'm quite certain that this particular muggle would be quite happy to assist you
with your experimentation," Dumbledore suddenly interjected, "But I must suggest that
you remain cautious. I don't know how the ministry would react to a magic-wielding
muggle."</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "Forgive me, headmaster, but aren't you calling the proverbial
kettle black?" he asked, "For some reason, a certain antediluvian wizard I know has
seen fit to introduce this muggle in question to our world rather dramatically."</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled. "I simply hate to see talent and enthusiasm wasted," he said,
"And I daresay that the young man is thriving because of my interference, wouldn't
you say?"</p>
<p>Most of the other occupants sitting at the table now seemed thoroughly lost. Only
Maya occasionally chuckled and cast knowing glances at Snape as well as Dumbledore.
Luna certainly looked as if she knew what the conversation was about but she could
just as easily be thinking about something entirely different.</p>
<p>"Besides," Dumbledore continued, "Life is simply that much more pleasurable when
we understand each other, wouldn't you say so, Maya?" His baby blue eyes sparkled
annoyingly bright and with one glance at Snape, Harry knew that his father was
thoroughly exasperated.</p>
<p>"Are you telling me you were aware of these impossibly coincidental
circumstances?" Snape snarled as he gestured in Maya's general direction.</p>
<p>Dumbledore laughed heartily in response. "My dear boy," he said fondly, "There is
very little I am not aware of. Besides, I think it's best that we all try and live
our lives as if we were doing so on purpose."</p>
<p>Luna – who sat comfortably besides Dumbledore – laughed disarmingly. "That would
certainly confuse death, wouldn't it?" she added.</p>
<p>Dumbledore smiled broadly. "Or make him into our ally," Dumbledore told her softly
as if it was a secret he shared only with her.</p>
<p>The other people sitting nearby looked at their headmaster somewhat flabbergasted
before everyone went back to their own conversations.</p>
<p>"So about this muggle acquaintance of yours," Slughorn said, picking up where they
left off, "Do you think we could convince him to visit Hogwarts at some point in the
near future? Finding a muggle test subject is quite difficult and I would be very
interested to see your potion in action. Perhaps I could discern some issues or
unknown aspects you missed, hm?"</p>
<p>Snape and Harry looked at each other for a moment. "I think he would be quite
amenable to the idea," Snape replied.</p>
<p>"Preferably at the next Quidditch match," Harry added, "If Professor Dumbledore
would allow it, of course."</p>
<p>"Dear Harry, I am somewhat astounded that you would think me disagreeable with
that prospect," Dumbledore interjected again, "While I won't have a flock of random
muggles explore these sacred halls of their own volition, I could never reject one of
the close friends of one of my staff."</p>
<p>"Close friend is a bit much," Snape protested.</p>
<p>"You had dinner at his house for boxing day!" Maya protested, "And you two seemed
pretty chummy to me."</p>
<p>"I'm sure that you were simply seeing things," Snape objected, "Possibly due to
the wine."</p>
<p>Maya giggled but didn't object which Harry though to be quite graceful of her. She
might as well have pointed out that Snape had been equally drunk. Instead, she just
winked at him and said: "Whatever it is you think of Alex, he thinks the world of
you. If he were an owl or a cat, you would have a familiar on your hands."</p>
<p>"Alexander is not nearly as useful," Snape said coldly, "Though he did manage to
deliver a letter."</p>
<p>Harry snorted, "And he was sort of able to fly."</p>
<p>"Someday we'll make an owl of him yet," Snape smirked, "Perhaps an idea for your
next experiment?"</p>
<p>"What, animal transformation?" Harry asked, "That sounds ridiculously hard."</p>
<p>"Impossible, I would say," McGonagall interjected with pursed lips. "It is a fine
art to become an Animagus. There is no way that you could bottle the discipline
required for the transformation."</p>
<p>"Is that a challenge, Minerva?" Snape asked mischievously.</p>
<p>"Nothing of the sort, Severus," McGonagall said plainly as she daintily lifted her
cup of tea. "I would hate for any accidents to happen on my account."</p>
<p>"Perhaps if we were able to distil the innate magic of the animal in question,"
Harry told Snape, "And combined it with that of the drinker, it might have the
desired effect."</p>
<p>"But however would you stop both sources from mingling?" Snape asked. McGonagall
groaned in exasperation but was ignored.</p>
<p>"You could entrap the innate magic of the human specimen in water," Slughorn
suggested.</p>
<p>"And the beastly essence in oil," Snape finished thoughtfully, "That's quite a
brilliant suggestion, Horace."</p>
<p>"But of course," Slughorn told him easily, "Don't forget who taught you."</p>
<p>"But we would probably need to wait for the full moon," Harry continued.</p>
<p>Snape shook his head. "The half-moon is what I believe you should be aiming for,"
he said.</p>
<p>"Why not both?" Slughorn added, "It would take some time but it might work."</p>
<p>"Honestly!" McGonagall growled suddenly, "You three are impossible. There is no
way to create an animagi potion."</p>
<p>"Afraid that it will fail, Minerva?" Snape smirked, "Or worried that it might
actually work?"</p>
<p>"Don't come complaining to me when you find yourself trapped," McGonagall said
haughtily. But Harry caught her small smile of amusement. When she saw him looking at
her and was sure that Slughorn and Snape were discussing the possibilities amongst
themselves again, she winked at him. Somehow, Harry thought that she was actually
quite pleased to see Snape passionate like this. Or maybe it wasn't <em>him</em> she
was pleased about.</p>
<p>Listening to his mentor with a half-ear, he refocused his attention on his
chicken.</p>
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<p>The day after Snape and Harry had come back, Dumbledore had summoned Harry into
his office and he couldn't help but wonder what he had done wrong now. Maybe
Dumbledore was upset about what had happened with the ghosts?</p>
<p>By the time he had arrived at the gargoyle statue, he had worried himself a great
deal and found himself playing with a loose strand on his robe.</p>
<p>"Chocolate-covered strawberries," Harry muttered, the gargoyle Dumbledore had
dubbed Archibald allowing him passage.</p>
<p>As soon as Harry stepped into Dumbledore's office and saw the brilliantly white
smile he was greeted with, all of his worries disappeared.</p>
<p>"Good to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said, "Would you care for a lemon drop?"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "No thank you, sir," he declined respectfully.</p>
<p>Dumbledore's eyes shimmered with amusement. "You know," he said, "You always used
to take a lemon drop before. I do believe that Severus' dislike for sweets is rubbing
off on you."</p>
<p>"I think it's just me growing up," Harry replied easily.</p>
<p>"Ah yes," Dumbledore said, "The unstoppable passage of time. It is quite sad and
yet quite happy all the same, wouldn't you agree?"</p>
<p>"Of course, sir," Harry said, not sure what reply was expected of him.</p>
<p>"But I forget myself," Dumbledore chuckled, "I did not summon you here to listen
to the mad ramblings of an old fool. No, I wish to discuss with you the potion you
have been trying to create."</p>
<p>Harry's heart jumped slightly. So he <em>was</em> here about his most recent
mishap.</p>
<p>Dumbledore seemed to read his expression correctly and smiled encouragingly. "No,
Harry," he said, "You're not in trouble. Quite the opposite, in fact. I think that I
will be able to help you."</p>
<p>"Help me?" Harry said hopefully, "Do you mean it?"</p>
<p>"I rarely say things I don't mean, Harry," Dumbledore said truthfully, "And I wish
to support you in any way that I can. Now, have you ever heard of an alchemist's
circle?"</p>
<p>"No sir," Harry replied.</p>
<p>"Ah, I didn't think so," Dumbledore said, "You see, as you no doubt know, I've
partnered with Nicolas Flamel for an important portion of my life while working on
several alchemical discoveries and developments."</p>
<p>"I know, sir," Harry said, remembering his first year well. Dumbledore flashed him
a knowing smile.</p>
<p>"While the outcome of your potion was not entirely your desire, it was only to be
expected," Dumbledore said, "I don't know if you've ever heard of innate magic?"</p>
<p>Harry grinned, "I have sir."</p>
<p>Dumbledore actually looked surprised at that. "Have you now?" he asked, "Well,
that makes this conversation a lot easier already. You see, I believe the reason that
your potion summoned ghosts was because it reacted to the innate magic of the castle
as well as its inhabitants."</p>
<p>"Do you mean the ghosts?" Harry asked, somewhat perplexed. Potions weren't
supposed to do that.</p>
<p>"The ghosts; the students; the teachers; the rats, all of them," Dumbledore
replied, "All lives, big and small have an effect on any form of magic that is so
decidedly large."</p>
<p>"Large?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"You are attempting to cross planes, Harry," Dumbledore said, "Even if only in
spirit, that takes a tremendous amount of magic. And other spirits interfere with
that process."</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "So what do I do about that?"</p>
<p>"The alchemical circle I mentioned earlier – otherwise known as a containment
field – would help keep all innate magic that you do not wish for, out," Dumbledore
said.</p>
<p>"That's amazing!" Harry said in obvious excitement, "And you will teach me how to
make one?"</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled. "Calm yourself, Harry," he said fondly, "This is not a
dangerous or hard spell I'm teaching you. This is actually rather basic. One of the
first things a budding alchemist would learn. But I believe that it would benefit you
greatly."</p>
<p>Harry didn't care. Impressive or not, it was amazing that Dumbledore himself was
willing to teach him this alchemical circle. Anything that would help him, he would
take. And as Dumbledore himself had told him before: '<em>No knowledge is
wasted'</em>.</p>
<p>The circle itself was nothing magical at all. Instead, it was a drawing. A
slightly complex drawing, yes, but nothing Harry couldn't handle. He was to draw it
in white chalk and make sure that the edges touched each other perfectly to complete
the circle. He even noticed some runes that he was familiar with mixed into the
edges. It took a mere hour of practising to get it right and for some reason, Harry
didn't feel too accomplished.</p>
<p>"Am I doing it right?" Harry asked sheepishly.</p>
<p>"That will do perfectly," Dumbledore told him, "But we won't know for sure what
the effect will be until you apply it. Just make sure to take special care to draw
the runes for stability and structure correctly lest there be undesirable results.
Try it next time and tell me what happens. I confess that I'm rather curious as to
what the results will be."</p>
<p>Harry nodded his consent. "Of course, Professor," he said, "And thank you very
much for showing me this."</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled. "Oh Harry, even though my teaching days have long since
passed, I do still enjoy filling the minds of students with all kinds of wonder."</p>
<p>Fawkes thrilled beautifully at that statement.</p>
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<p>School restarted the next day. The tables had been reset in their normal positions
and Harry found himself back at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by his friends.</p>
<p>Draco had joined them once again and Harry noticed that he was wearing the Swiss
timepiece he had given the boy for Christmas.</p>
<p>"So, you <em>might</em> even wear it <em>sometimes</em>, huh?" Harry pointed out
with a smirk.</p>
<p>"What can I say?" Draco shrugged, "There's no arguing over quality."</p>
<p>"It's beautiful," Hermione noted, "And it really suits you, Draco."</p>
<p>"It does have an aristocratic feel to it, doesn't it?" Draco said, lifting the
piece as he looked at it some more.</p>
<p>A gasp from Lavender Brown made the fearsome foursome look at her. When Hermione
caught sight of what she was reading, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.</p>
<p>"Ignore her," she said, "She's probably fawning over some pretty boy again."</p>
<p>Ron chuckled. "Yeah, '<em>Witch Weekly'</em>. Ginny was into that for a
while."</p>
<p>Harry would have ignored her but she was showing more and more people the magazine
cover and everyone she showed it to either broke into uncomfortable fits of giggles
or looked away in obvious embarrassment.</p>
<p>"For once they're not looking over here," Harry murmured, "So it can't be me."</p>
<p>He noticed a few people looking over at the head table and when he looked over
himself, he saw Maya sitting there with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and
couldn't help but think, '<em>What did you do now</em>?'</p>
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<p>Snape was becoming increasingly annoyed at the stares that were directed his way.
When he glared at the ones openly looking at him, they would avert their gaze for a
while, only to giggle at one of their companions and stare at him once more.</p>
<p>The attention he was getting was mostly female and was directed his way from all
tables of all houses. But there were some boys in the mix as well. Thinking for a
moment that Harry had something to do with this, he looked pointedly at his son but
the boy seemed equally confused.</p>
<p>He sighed deeply when he realized that there could only be one other person that
would dare and try to openly embarrass him and that person was sitting right next to
him.</p>
<p>"What did you do this time, Maya?" he asked calmly, trying his best not to seem
bothered.</p>
<p>"Me?" Maya asked in mock disbelief, "Whatever do you mean, dear Severus? I haven't
done a thing."</p>
<p>Suddenly, Sprout broke into a fit of giggles and slid a magazine in McGonagall's
direction. Snape noticed that her eyes widened for a moment and that she tried to
cover up a smile with her hand as she read.</p>
<p>Having no patience for decorum or etiquette, Snape snatched the magazine
McGonagall was reading and stared at it, his own eyes widening in shock.</p>
<p>Right there, on the front cover of Witch Weekly, was a picture of his own face,
his expression focused as he carefully and precisely chopped op potion ingredients.
He glanced over at his colleagues who seemed to be staring at him with a mixture of
shock and amusement. Growling to himself, he looked at the page McGonagall had been
reading, his eyes narrowing as he devoured the sappy wording about his person.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Our most eligible bachelor of the week is none other than renowned
Potion Master Severus Snape.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>The intellectual witch might have seen him appear in 'The Practical
Potioneer' quite often, and even more so now that he has taken a young apprentice
under his wing.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>This man has a brilliant mind that he uses not only for the
betterment of the magical community but also to help young witches and wizards
develop their own talents. Though stern towards the students he teaches, he is
devoted to them wholeheartedly.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>He is amazingly charismatic and possesses dark eyes that are able
to read any willing witch like an open book. It will surely take him no time at all
to find out your deepest desires and act on them.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Severus enjoys reading, brewing potions and spending quality time
with his son. He prefers a 1985 Bordeaux wine at dinner and his favourite flowers are
lilies. While a hard man to get to open up, he actually has a very solid sense of
humour and will no doubt surprise you with it if you give him a chance.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>He is very dependable. A loyal and very courageous man who will
happily save a damsel (or witch) in distress.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>But don't wait too long ladies for this man will surely be snatched
up soon. He is – after all – an extraordinarily rare specimen.</em></p>
<p>For a moment, Snape felt himself be overcome with mortification as he realized
what all those – for the most part underage – witches were babbling and giggling
about. He glanced sideways at Maya who sat there looking decidedly smug. He was about
ready to throw something at her when he regarded the text a second time.</p>
<p>It was not derisive or mocking. There were no signs of this actually being a prank
and any witch who read this magazine would definitely not see it as such. In fact, it
was all rather flattering. A 1985 Bordeaux indeed. Who other than Maya would know
this? It was the bottle he had brought with him on boxing day. And the lilies? Alex
had no doubt told her. He liked telling that story to whoever would listen, after
all.</p>
<p>With as much dignity as he could muster, he closed the magazine, handed it back to
McGonagall and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed as he looked at Maya. She
was smirking at him and he raised a curious eyebrow, regarding her as he would a
particularly interesting potion experiment.</p>
<p>"So," he drawled, "You think me amazingly charismatic, do you?"</p>
<p>Maya blinked a few times, her smirk lessening, albeit slightly. "Whatever do you
mean?" she asked innocently.</p>
<p>"It's quite clear that you're behind this, dear Maya," Snape said, "Do you deny
it?"</p>
<p>"I might have implied that you would make a fine bachelor of the week," Maya
admitted, "Urging the publishers of the magazine to do a piece on you."</p>
<p>"Truly?" Snape asked, "And yet, it would appear that you did slightly more than
that."</p>
<p>"Whatever do you mean?" Maya asked. She was turning rather red and Snape smirked
in the face of her discomfort. Ah, how the tables had turned.</p>
<p>"This text was clearly written by your hand," he said, "No one else – even at this
table – knows my wine preference."</p>
<p>Maya snorted, "So I devoted myself to this prank," she said, "I hope you don't
find it too much of a bother."</p>
<p>It was clear that she was trying to distract him into feeling embarrassed again
but she could not outslytherin the Slytherin head of house that easily. Instead, he
slightly leaned his chin into the space between his thumb and index finger, with the
other fingers lightly brushing his lips, the arm propped up on his armrest. A
devilish smile adorned his features and his dark eyes sparkled mischievously.</p>
<p>"My dear," he teased, "I do think you've shown your hand much too quickly."</p>
<p>Maya huffed indignantly as Snape expertly turned the entire prank around on the
instigator. The article had been nothing if not flattering, after all, so in truth,
he shouldn't be too embarrassed. If he thought about it, he rather appreciated the
things Maya had noticed about him. Not that that would stop him from handing out some
payback. He noticed that a large portion of the attending students was now looking in
their direction, as was every member of staff.</p>
<p>"I suppose I did," Maya muttered. She got up from her seat, still red as a
Weasley's hair and walked out of the great hall, betwixt the Gryffindor and
Hufflepuff tables. It felt thoroughly as a walk of shame that Snape couldn't help but
be amused by.</p>
<p>"When you're done with that article, Minerva," he said plainly, "I would very much
like to keep it if that's alright."</p>
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<p><em>I want to thank everyone for their support and reviews. I hope you'll enjoy
this next chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.<br/>
Since I have to go to a staff party, I won't be on the discord for a few hours but I
can sneakily update this at work. (Slytherin genes!)</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 29</strong></p>
<p>After classes the next day, Harry was hurriedly making his way towards the
dungeons, eager to give the Umbral Locum another go as well as use the alchemical
circle in the progress. Books and scrolls flung chaotically in his bag, he walked
slightly off-balance as his load hung from his shoulder. That's why, when he rounded
a corner only to find someone standing behind its bend, there was little else he
could do but crash into this person.</p>
<p>They were a blur of blonde and green and Harry barely recognised Luna as they both
came crashing to the ground.</p>
<p>"Luna!" Harry exclaimed as he saw the girl blink at him in confusion. She looked
terrible. A large portion of her face and hair were covered in some sort of green
slime that was slowly dripping down her body. She tried wiping it out of her eyes but
didn't seem to succeed. Every time she tried to remove the goo, it seemed to
duplicate in quantity.</p>
<p>Harry got to his feet and graciously offered Luna his hand, which she took.</p>
<p>"Thank you, Harry," she said, seemingly smiling at him but Harry couldn't be sure
at this point.</p>
<p>"What happened?" he asked worriedly.</p>
<p>"I-" Luna stammered before shaking her head and trying again. "Some very lonely
people thought they might feel better if they pranked me," she said.</p>
<p>Harry growled as he felt a surge of anger. "That doesn't –" He was about to fly
off the handle – he knew – but practising his Occlumency, he kept it at bay and
calmed himself. Right now, Luna needed him.</p>
<p>"Come with me," he said. He was still holding her hand and gently pulled her with
him as they travelled deeper into the dungeons.</p>
<p>"I will be alright, Harry," Luna told him happily, "There's no need to worry about
me."</p>
<p>Harry felt a pang of hurt in his chest when he recognised the underlying tone of
sadness in Luna's voice. He recognised it from when he had used the same tone of
voice himself, never quite able to fully disguise his hurt.</p>
<p>"You <em>will</em> be alright," Harry agreed with her, "But for now, you
<em>will</em> come with me."</p>
<p>Luna didn't say anything after that and agreeably followed Harry into the potions
lab. As usual, no one else was there. No one but Hedwig who was sleeping soundly with
her head tucked under her wing.</p>
<p>Harry lowered Luna gently into a chair and filled a basin with some water which he
spelled warm. He grabbed a clean cloth and a stool, setting it right in front of
Luna. She stared at him with her blue-grey eyes and Harry looked back at her as he
felt a pang of sorrow for the kind-hearted Ravenclaw. He dipped the cloth into the
water and very gently began removing the slime from her cheek, being careful not to
aggravate her eyes as he did so.</p>
<p>"Who did this?" he asked gently, dipping the cloth into the water once more and
wiping at her forehead. With his other hand, he gently brushed some stray strands of
hair out of her face so they would not stick to the slime.</p>
<p>"Just some students in my house," Luna said easily, "They really don't mean to be
cruel. I'm sure they thought they were just playing a prank on me."</p>
<p>Harry regarded her for a moment and sighed, now slowly removing the slime from her
hair as best he could. "Someone from your own house did this," he said, not even
bothering to formulate it as a question. "That's not right."</p>
<p>"No," Luna agreed, "But things rarely are."</p>
<p>"Wait here," Harry said, "Some of it got in your eyes. Let me get something for
that."</p>
<p>He walked over to the potions cabinet to get some murtlap essence. He did his best
to remain calm and not explode in righteous fury because that was not what Luna
needed right now. He knew very well what it was like to be bullied and – even if he
rarely got it when he was younger – what he wanted most after such an encounter was
just for someone to care. He could be that someone for Luna right now.</p>
<p>He grabbed the murtlap essence and sat back on the stool. Luna was looking at her
hands and for a moment, Harry thought her eyes were devoid of their usual
dreaminess.</p>
<p>"They tell me I'm a freak," Luna said softly. Harry almost missed it. But those
words reignited white-hot anger within him in a flash so sudden that he hadn't the
time to control himself before several vials nearby scattered to pieces. Hedwig
screeched as they did and Luna flinched slightly.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Harry said, grabbing her hand, "I didn't mean to frighten you. It's
just that – I used to –"</p>
<p>"You remember what it's like," Luna finished for him, smiling gently as her eyes
met his once more. "It's quite alright, Harry. You don't frighten me. You never
could."</p>
<p>"You're not a freak," Harry told her very sternly, "Don't let anyone ever convince
you otherwise."</p>
<p>"It's true that I'm not exactly average," Luna told him gently.</p>
<p>Harry huffed. "Average?" he said, "Average is for those who are too afraid to
dream. Average is for the cowards who relish in bullying harmless girls."</p>
<p>He looked at her fondly, willing her to believe him. "No, you are not average," he
said, "You are amazing. You are exceptional! You are one of the brightest, most
promising witches in here. You are special to a lot of people, including me."</p>
<p>Luna smiled at him genuinely. With his thumb wrapped in a piece of the cloth,
Harry wiped away a green smudge on Luna's lips, his brow furrowed in
concentration.</p>
<p>"Keep your eyes open for a moment," Harry told her as he opened the vial of
murtlap essence. "Tilt your head back a bit for me."</p>
<p>She did as he told her, keeping her eyes open as much as he could. Carefully, he
allowed a few drops of the essence to fall into her eyes, effectively expulsing any
of the green slime that had contaminated them.</p>
<p>"There," Harry said, smiling gently, "Your eyes are their beautiful selves
again."</p>
<p>Luna giggled. It made Harry's heart soar to hear it.</p>
<p>"Luna," he said, "Tell me who did this."</p>
<p>Luna smiled kindly. "Why?" she asked, "So you can hurt them? Report them?"</p>
<p>"Well, yes!" Harry exclaimed, "They can't keep doing this to you."</p>
<p>"They only do it because they're not happy," Luna said, "They want others to
suffer because <em>they</em> suffer. I don't want to cause them more harm."</p>
<p>"But Luna," Harry protested weakly, "They hurt you."</p>
<p>"And you helped me," Luna told him appreciatively, "And that is truly all I can
ask for. It made me exceedingly happy."</p>
<p>"Luna –"</p>
<p>"I will be alright," She gave his hand a light squeeze, "Just like you are."</p>
<p>Harry sighed, but handed her the vial of murtlap essence.</p>
<p>"Three drops per eye," he told her, "Once a day for another week."</p>
<p>"Thank you," Luna said, surprising Harry as she pulled him into an embrace,
burying her head in his shoulder.</p>
<p>Almost automatically, Harry placed a soft hand on the back of Luna's hair in
comfort, placing his chin on top of her head. Harry felt the need to linger but Luna
finally withdrew.</p>
<p>"You know, I always did like the fairy tales about knights in shining armour. Take
this as my favour to you, sir knight," And with that, she kissed him on the cheek,
swirled around and left. Harry couldn't help but blush.</p>
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<p>Harry found himself drawing the alchemical circle – or containment field – in the
exact way that Dumbledore showed him. He paid special attention to the runes that
were the basis of the circle and spent the better part of an hour to complete it.
When he was nearly done, his knees were hurting from kneeling on the cold dungeon
floor.</p>
<p>"What are you doing?" came Snape's curious question from the doorway.</p>
<p>With a grunt, Harry lifted himself from the floor, dusting his robes as he did.
"It's a containment field," he said matter-of-factly.</p>
<p>"I know what a containment field is, Harry," Snape chided lightly, "What do you
take me for? What I want to know is: why are you drawing it all over my laboratory
floor?"</p>
<p>Harry smirked, "Should I answer your question or assume you know the answer
already?"</p>
<p>"Mind your cheek," Snape said, smirking slightly, "And do tell."</p>
<p>"Professor Dumbledore suggested that the reason the potion didn't work is because
of the castle's innate magic interfering with it," Harry explained.</p>
<p>"Hm," Snape said thoughtfully, "That's not a bad thought. He might be on to
something. Did <em>he</em> teach you how to draw the circle?"</p>
<p>"He did," Harry replied.</p>
<p>"Absolutely fascinating," Snape said, "Well, go on then, get to it."</p>
<p>Harry regarded Snape carefully. "Are you just going to be standing there the
entire time?"</p>
<p>"At a proper distance," Snape replied, "But yes. If you'll forgive me, my academic
interests far outweigh your need for privacy at this moment."</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes. "Okay, as long as you stay away from my circle."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "I know that," he said, "I may not be an alchemist but I am aware
of its basic science."</p>
<p>Harry gathered all of the ingredients he needed, making absolutely sure that he
left nothing behind, grabbed his stirrer and his theorem and finally completed the
circle as he and his cauldron remained inside.</p>
<p>For a moment, a sheen seemed to reflect on a dome-shaped wall that emanated from
the circle, but it had vanished as soon as it appeared.</p>
<p>"I think it worked," Harry told Snape but he got no response. When he looked at
Snape, he could see the man smirk at him.</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked. Snape rolled his eyes in obvious exasperation and shook his
head at Harry.</p>
<p>"I don't – oh," Understanding dawned on Harry when he realized just how quiet it
had gotten. He could not hear anything from beyond the circle and he could only
assume that Snape – in turn – could not hear him. Well, at least they could still see
each other.</p>
<p>Harry shrugged, flashed Snape a toothy grin and went to work. Another thing he
noticed – which was quite extraordinary really – was that all of his ingredients
seemed to exhibit an unearthly glow. Frowning, he picked up his thestral hooves,
somewhat horrified by the deep purple fog-like aura that seemed to emanate from
within them. At the same time, the marigold flowers exuded a pleasant orange in a way
that Harry assumed scent would look like, were it visible.</p>
<p>When he looked at his own hands, he could see wisps of white emanate from his
pores, licking his skin and reaching out to the other colourful variations.</p>
<p>"Innate magic," Harry whispered to himself. He could actually see the innate magic
of every object. He glanced at Snape who seemed to be studying him with a calculating
look. Harry raised his hands to the man but Snape simply arched an eyebrow. So
perhaps, those outside of the circle couldn't see it. Very well. He would best get to
work.</p>
<p>For now, he wouldn't change any basic ingredients from his recipe. Perhaps adding
the containment circle would be enough to get the potion to work. He chopped his bay
leaves; imbued his marigold flowers with innate magic and diced his figs. He grated
his thestral hooves and watched the potion change colour as he stirred.</p>
<p>Being closed off from everything else gave Harry a sense of calm that helped his
focus greatly. The further he got into the potion, the more obvious the colourful
mists around him became. They seemed to be reaching out to him. To be calling him.
Whenever he grabbed an ingredient, his own magic seemed to embrace that of the
element, mingling for a moment before separating once more. It was nothing short of
fascinating.</p>
<p>When Harry would throw in the items, their magic would be absorbed by the scalding
hot liquid and become part of the swirling mix of what Harry was starting to think
was a semi-sentient potion. Because indeed, the tendrils of magic that protruded from
the potion seemed to be reaching out to Harry. They were calling him. Beckoning
gently and soothingly. Harry thought that if he listened carefully, he could hear the
chimes of little bells.</p>
<p>It was nearly ready. He was sure of it. The liquid was now white. It looked like
milk even though the swirls of magic told Harry that the concoction was far more than
that. Now all he needed to do was to personalize it.</p>
<p>As he would for the Polyjuice potion, he pulled out a few of his hairs and threw
them into the cauldron. The magical tendrils absorbed the gift hungrily and in a
manner of seconds, the hairs were gone. Devoured.</p>
<p>The milky white substance had taken on more of a reddish tint and was sizzling
violently. A vast portion of the potion evaporated into thin air, leaving only enough
substance to fill a single vial. Harry bottled it carefully and dared a peek at Snape
who was watching him with visible anticipation. It would probably be best if he broke
the containment circle now. Before he drank the potion at least. Snape would want to
be able to intervene should something unexpected happen.</p>
<p>With his shoe, he erased part of the circle, breaking the field. Suddenly, he was
flooded with sounds he had never realized were there. There were the almost inaudible
grunts of stone settling throughout Hogwarts, the distant sounds of chatter and
laughter, Snape's breathing and even the occasional sound of rats burrowing into the
walls.</p>
<p>"Well, that was certainly… interesting," Snape said. His voice sounded
ridiculously loud and Harry frowned as he got used to the everyday sounds of life
again.</p>
<p>"What's wrong?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Everything's just so loud," Harry said, "Just give me a minute."</p>
<p>Snape nodded and walked over to peer into Harry's cauldron, his boots clicking on
the floor. Harry was quickly getting used to the sounds once more and soon he was
able to drown out most of the noise once more. When Snape looked inside the cauldron,
there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, probably due to the lack of leftover
potion.</p>
<p>"I can always make more if it works," Harry said.</p>
<p>"I suppose," Snape replied uneasily, "Have you recovered?"</p>
<p>"I think so," Harry said uncertainly, "Did you see?"</p>
<p>"See what?"</p>
<p>"The magic that exuded from everything! I think it was innate magic."</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "I noticed no such thing. That's quite peculiar."</p>
<p>"How so?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"I've never heard of the alchemical circle provoking such a response," Snape
replied though Harry had the distinct impression that the Potions Master was talking
to himself rather than to Harry. "Could it be because you unlocked your innate
magic?"</p>
<p>"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore will know," Harry suggested, "For now, I think I
should drink the potion. Can I?"</p>
<p>"Go ahead," Snape said, "But don't forget to thoroughly occlude your mind
first."</p>
<p>"I remember," Harry huffed. As if he could forget all those horrid Occlumency
lessons he had to endure to be allowed to brew this potion.</p>
<p>Snape gestured to him in a way that told him to carry on with it. So Harry
occluded his mind and drank the potion.</p>
<p>Where potions usually had a horrid taste – courtesy of all the strange ingredients
one would mix together – this one didn't taste too bad. Harry thought he recognised
the taste of fruit, both sour and sweet except that it was off by a few days. Still
not too bad in his books.</p>
<p>He vaguely thought to himself that next time he should be sitting down for this
when he felt his legs get weaker and his body collapse. He was caught and gently
lowered to the ground. He wanted to tell Snape thanks but he couldn't speak. He felt
his mind beginning to wander and knew he shouldn't fight it. This is what he wanted.
This is what the magic would provide for him.</p>
<p>He closed his eyes and allowed the Umbral Locum to do its work.</p>
<p>A surge of energy suddenly coursed through Harry and he opened his eyes once more.
But what he saw was not the potions laboratory, nor was it Snape. There was nothing
for him to recognise but he immediately became aware of the feeling of being
surrounded. He looked around him as he stood in a greyish void. The stone floor
beneath his feet was wet and there were puddles of water scattered here and there.
Then, <em>they</em> came into focus.</p>
<p>Hundreds of sprits? Ghosts? Souls? Harry would need to think on it later but right
now, hundreds of translucent being surrounded him. Some of them were standoffish, but
others were smiling at him brightly. A few of them clapped him on the shoulder and
Harry became vaguely aware of the odd sensation of ice, combined with the warmth of
touch.</p>
<p>"Hello," Harry said doubtfully, "Who are you all?"</p>
<p>Some of the entities looked at each other while others gave him a mournful look.
Harry noticed that one of them attempted to speak to him because his lips were
moving, but no sound was conveyed. The academic within Harry came to the surface and
he decided that at this point, yes-or-no questions would have to do.</p>
<p>"Are you all deceased?" Harry asked. A couple of the beings nodded.</p>
<p>"Are you ghosts?" A kindly older lady shook her head, smiling at him. Harry
thought he recognised her eyes and felt a pang of regret for not knowing her.</p>
<p>"Did you come here against your will?" This elicited some shrugs. Some beings
shook their heads while others nodded sharply.</p>
<p>"Who are you to me? Are you family?" Harry asked. Some of the beings nodded while
others shook their heads. A mixed batch then.</p>
<p>"Is –" Harry's voice cracked a bit. "Is my mother here? My father?" The beings
seemed to be looking around as if they were searching. Harry saw some of them
communicate with each other and thought that their sound simply wasn't able to cross
over to where he was. Then, the crowd parted and a familiar-looking man with untidy
hair stepped forward, a huge grin on his face.</p>
<p>"Dad," Harry said softly. He didn't know why but he was overcome with nervousness.
What did he do now? James Potter reached out and ruffled Harry's hair. The mix of
cold and warm didn't deter Harry in the slightest. He relished in the touch that was
his father's.</p>
<p>"I miss you," Harry said, his voice quivering. A translucent hand caressed his
cheek, a thumb wiping away a stray tear Harry hadn't even realized was there. Then,
he was overcome with a sense of panic.</p>
<p>"Dad," he said, "Can you see me? In my daily life, I mean." James smiled and
nodded solemnly.</p>
<p>"Oh, I-" Harry realized that his dad would've seen the relationship between him
and Snape. He would know that he called the man – who had been his enemy back in the
day – father.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, dad," Harry said, "But it's just that Severus has been there for me.
He helped me to –"</p>
<p>James seemed pained to not be able to speak to Harry but he didn't hesitate. He
took one more step forward and embraced his son. Cold and warmth alike spread
throughout Harry's entire body as he returned the embrace. He was vaguely aware of a
hand caressing his head.</p>
<p>"Does this mean, you're okay with it?" Harry asked gently. He could feel his
father nodding against him. Harry took a shuddering breath, feeling quite exhausted.
He pulled back and smiled at James.</p>
<p>"Is mum here as well?" Harry asked hopefully. James shrugged and looked at Harry
with piercing eyes. His expression told Harry that he didn't know.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled wryly. "I suppose I'll need to tweak this potion some more," he
said, "Maybe next time I'll be able to talk to you, or look for you
specifically."</p>
<p>James put a hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled. Harry could only hope that his
current expression meant that he was proud of his son. It certainly looked like it.
He felt a pull at the back of his mind and sighed reluctantly.</p>
<p>"I have to go," he said, "But it was amazing seeing you here."</p>
<p>James nodded and grinned widely.</p>
<p>"Until next time," Harry said as he allowed himself to be pulled back and out of
the spiritual plane he had just visited.</p>
<p>He opened his eyes to see Snape look at him. He didn't appear overly worried just
yet but there was a hint of distress visible in the man's eyes.</p>
<p>"Did you pull me back?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"No," Snape said, "It must've been the potion wearing off."</p>
<p>"How long did it last?" Harry asked. He noticed that he was sitting on the floor
and got up, testing his legs for stability.</p>
<p>"Two hours," Snape supplied. He offered his arm in case Harry would need it.</p>
<p>"Sure didn't feel like it," Harry grumbled, gratefully accepting Snape's arm. "But
I suppose that was to be expected."</p>
<p>"Did it work?" Snape asked. Harry did not miss the hope that exuded from the man's
voice and felt a pang of sorrow for him. They walked over to a chair and Harry sat
down in it.</p>
<p>"Yes but mostly no," Harry told him.</p>
<p>Snape quirked an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"</p>
<p>"I was there," Harry said, "In the other plane if I can call it that. And there
were spirits there."</p>
<p>"Spirits?" Snape asked, "As in multiple?"</p>
<p>"Hundreds," Harry sighed, "I don't even know who most of them were but some of
them were my family."</p>
<p>Snape waved his wand to summon some tea. "Was there anyone there you <em>did</em>
recognise?" he asked, trying his best to make his voice sound neutral but not really
succeeding.</p>
<p>"Only my dad," Harry said sullenly, "And I couldn't even talk to him. Not really.
They could all hear me, but I couldn't hear them."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Snape said, "That must have been hard."</p>
<p>Harry smiled. "Yes, but it was also… nice."</p>
<p>Snape nodded and sipped his tea.</p>
<p>They sat there in silence for a very long time. Harry had finished his second cup
of tea when he finally spoke up again. "I'll need to make some changes but I think
I'm getting close. That circle really helped."</p>
<p>"I'm glad," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Dad?" Harry said.</p>
<p>"Hm?"</p>
<p>"You know that – no matter what – you're my father, right?"</p>
<p>Snape smiled and looked Harry in the eye. "Always."</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 3</strong></p>
<p>Harry was the first out of the floo and made a valiant effort to run up to his
room as soon as he did. His problems with floo travel caused him to stumble though,
and he slammed into the side table with quite a bit of force. He hissed a few curses
under his breath and sort of half-jumped, half-stumbled towards the door once more
when Snape came through, elegant as always.</p>
<p>When he saw Harry's predicament, he just raised that typical eyebrow like the
smug, sadistic person he sometimes was.</p>
<p>"You really need to work on your floo travel," he said flatly, his lips quirked
into a sardonic smile. "I can't have you destroying the furniture or your kneecaps
every time we need to be somewhere. Now, where do you think you're going?"</p>
<p>"Upstairs," Harry replied quickly. The pain had already subsided into a dull
throb. That would definitely leave a bruise. But nothing would be quite as painful as
what Snape had planned so Harry made another attempt at moving upstairs.</p>
<p>"I think not," Snape said, stopping Harry in his tracks. "Have you already
forgotten? You and I need to talk about some things."</p>
<p>"I haven't forgotten," Harry said through gritted teeth.</p>
<p>"I imagine you haven't," Snape replied evenly, sitting down in his personal
armchair. "I also imagine that this is why you're trying to run from me."</p>
<p>Harry groaned loudly, still not moving from the doorway. "I'm seventeen years old!
I know everything I need to know, already."</p>
<p>"Is that so?" Snape replied, "Would you mind sharing with me what you think you
know?"</p>
<p>"Absolutely not," Harry said, shaking his head roughly.</p>
<p>Snape sighed heavily. "Sit down, Harry," he said in an authoritative kind of
voice. Harry groaned again but did what was asked. He sat down as far away from Snape
as he could, right near the edge of the couch just in case he needed an escape. To
say that he felt embarrassed was an understatement. Snape, on the other hand, seemed
as calm and collected as ever, sitting there leaned back into his chair, his hands
clasped and resting in his lap while his dark obsidian eyes regarded Harry carefully
but with certainty.</p>
<p>"I realize that this might be difficult for you to talk about," Snape said as
Harry looked away, "But I also feel that it might still be important. I very much
doubt that those muggles talked to you about anything and it's unfortunate to admit
that our school system is severely lacking in educating our children about sex."</p>
<p>Harry exhaled exasperatedly, fidgeting with the edge of his robe. He didn't
respond but he did glance over at Snape once or twice. Snape seemed undeterred and
kept going mercilessly.</p>
<p>"You are a young adult and there is no doubt in my mind that your thoughts are
often occupied by images of certain young ladies, one of which might be Ms
Weasley?"</p>
<p>Harry leaned on his fist as he eyed the door but he did nod once. He kept crossing
and uncrossing his legs and didn't really seem to know what to do with his arms.
Where did he put them when he tried to relax? Wherever he left them, they were in the
way. His cheeks felt hot and he had to swallow thickly.</p>
<p>"There's really no reason for you to get so worked up," Snape said calmly,
"Everyone goes through what you're going through. It's only natural."</p>
<p>Harry did his best to relax. Snape was right, of course. He wasn't the only one
with lingering thoughts about the opposite sex. And honestly, he probably wouldn't
feel so elated if he talked about it with Ron or maybe Neville. But talking this over
with Snape? Had Arthur had this talk with Ron? Did Hermione discuss this with her
mother? How did they feel about it? Merlin, this was uncomfortable.</p>
<p>But Snape hadn't been teasing him nor had he smirked or grinned or done anything
that made it seem as if he was having a laugh. The only one making this
uncomfortable, really, had been Harry.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Severus," he said, trying to relax a little. "You're right."</p>
<p>Snape nodded, not pressing the issue any further.</p>
<p>"May I ask if you are indeed in a relationship with Ms Weasley?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"I'm not sure," Harry confessed, "We've kissed a few times but –" he glanced up at
Snape before glancing down again, "But we haven't discussed it further. So I guess
not."</p>
<p>"Have you had intercourse before?" Snape asked as casually as he would ask about
the weather, which Harry could appreciate but it did nothing to stop the
embarrassment from rearing its ugly head once more.</p>
<p>"No," he said in a very small voice. He wasn't even sure if Snape had heard him
but when he glanced up, he saw the man nod. Harry felt frustrated with himself. Where
was his Gryffindor courage, dang it? He took a deep breath and lifted his head to
look into Snape's eyes, not averting them again this time. Snape seemed to smile ever
so slightly.</p>
<p>"The muggles have, of course, invented several types of protection for when they
decide to finally take that step and you no doubt know about those already," Snape
said calmly, "But it will please you to know that we, as wizards, have a spell that
functions as both a contraceptive and as protection against any STI's."</p>
<p>Harry swallowed thickly. He hadn't known that. And now, he was sort of eager for
Snape to explain more.</p>
<p>"I know you are probably too apprehensive to ask this yourself, but I will teach
you the incantation."</p>
<p>If the talk up until this point had been embarrassing, it was nothing compared to
practising the incantation to a contraceptive spell with Snape. Ron would probably be
laughing his socks off at the mention of this moment, incanting some vile limerick to
commemorate the occasion, no doubt.</p>
<p>Luckily for both of them, the incantation was easy enough to learn and Harry got
it right after a few times.</p>
<p>"Now, the existence of this spell does not give you the right or privilege to go
around Hogwarts and mating with everyone willing," Snape went on.</p>
<p>Harry slapped a hand in his face and dragged it downward as he groaned aloud. But
Snape ignored it entirely.</p>
<p>"Do keep in mind that women are not simply beings that look nice and feel good.
They too have feelings you need to take into account. Do not take advantage of them
for if I hear anything of the sort, you will have me to deal with."</p>
<p>This time, Harry looked at Snape with a hint of righteous fury dancing in his
eyes.</p>
<p>"Why would you even think that I would do such a thing?" he said, his voice more
fuelled by embarrassment than anger.</p>
<p>"I don't believe you would do so consciously," Snape admitted, "But the
battlefield that is teenage romance is littered with landmines and booby traps. I
simply urge you to be careful. Is that something you can promise me?"</p>
<p>"Yes," Harry croaked under his breath.</p>
<p>"One last thing then, if I may," Snape said.</p>
<p>Harry felt that Snape had already taken enough liberties... He felt the strong
urge to say that no, he indeed may not. But Snape would go ahead anyway and punish
Harry for his cheek as well. So instead he just meekly nodded.</p>
<p>"Try and make your first time a special occasion when it comes to that. I advise
you to not run into it haphazardly. There is nothing wrong with waiting for a bit if
you don't feel you are ready."</p>
<p>Harry waited for a few more seconds but when Snape didn't add anything else to the
conversation, he grumpily asked: "May I be excused?"</p>
<p>"You may," Snape replied easily, waving his hand towards the door.</p>
<p>As soon as Harry was given permission he bolted from the couch and all but ran
upstairs, nearly tripping on the stairs twice in his eagerness to get away from the
mortifying experience he just underwent.</p>
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<p>"Harry, we will need to get you registered," Snape said the next morning at
breakfast.</p>
<p>"Registered?"</p>
<p>"As my apprentice," Snape clarified, "We need to send your registration to the
guild. I will need to keep them posted on your progress and results."</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "So there are more people than you to look over my shoulder?"</p>
<p>"Surely, you understand that your work will need to be assessed and evaluated by
some sort of structure. Apprenticeship is not really covered by the Hogwarts
curriculum and there are no exams to determine your grade."</p>
<p>"I thought you would just decide if I was good enough or not."</p>
<p>"Of course not," Snape said, "I alone am not the foremost authority in what and
what is not considered a viable Magnum Opus. I will be part of the council at the end
of it, but I will not be alone in this."</p>
<p>"It is quite simple, really," Snape explained, "I already drafted the document
while you were hiding in your room yesterday –"</p>
<p>Harry flushed as he recalled the embarrassing conversation he had been forced to
take part in.</p>
<p>"- and now all it requires is our signatures."</p>
<p>Snape produced a long sheet of parchment onto which a wall of text had been
produced in a neat scrawl that was unmistakable Snape's. The header of the parchment
portrayed a large symbol that was comprised of a mortar, pestle and a phial out of
wich three drops were spilling. At the bottom of the parchment sat two large spots,
indicated by their names, waiting to be signed. Harry was indicated as 'Harry James
Potter; Apprentice whereas Snape was indicated as 'The esteemed and highly decorated
Potions Master; Severus Snape. It seemed like a lot of extra nonsense surrounding
Snape's name but it did make it all seem more official. Harry glanced over the text,
not really understanding a whole lot of it, except that Snape would have the rights
to his creations and any papers he might produce but he was also charged with
teaching Harry what he knew, furthering his career. He was also supposed to provide
Harry with housing, clothing, food and the likes but since he had already adopted
Harry, that part of the text seemed unnecessary.</p>
<p>"I simply copied the text that's agreed upon by the guild," Snape clarified, "It
is important to be as correct as possible when dealing with a practice that is – for
lack of a batter term – still somewhat archaic. Oh, and speaking of archaic –" Snape
fished a small blade out of his pocket, "- this document will have to be signed in
blood."</p>
<p>"Well that's crude," Harry commented, "We're not making a pact with a demon or
anything, are we?"</p>
<p>"Of course not, Harry," Snape sighed, "This is simply the way of the guilds. If
you want to be an official apprentice, this is what needs to be done. You need to be
bound to me in blood until such a time you are proclaimed a Master."</p>
<p>"And that might take years," Harry said flatly.</p>
<p>"Indeed," Snape replied curtly.</p>
<p>Harry thought it over but didn't think too much of it. Had this been any other
Master of the trade, Harry might have declined altogether. After all, binding
yourself to someone with blood didn't seem too straightforward and might even imply
something darker. But Harry trusted Snape completely.</p>
<p>"Alright then," Harry finally answered. Snape nodded and proceeded to make a cut
in his left palm, allowing some blood to fall into an empty inkwell. Once he deemed
it enough, he dipped a quill into the blood and signed his name in wide, big
lettering, ending in an elegant flourish.</p>
<p>"Your turn," Snape said, providing Harry with his own empty inkwell and the
blade.</p>
<p>Without hesitation, Harry made the cut in his own left palm and did as Snape had
done. His signature came out a lot more untidy and short. There were no flourishes or
elegant calligraphic letters but it would do.</p>
<p>For a split second, a quick glow overcame the parchment but it was gone as fast as
it had appeared. With a flick of his wand, Snape healed both his and Harry's
incisions. Then he rolled up the parchment, tying it neatly with a thin ribbon and
summoned an owl to deliver it for him.</p>
<p>"Take this to Master Lovegood, for me," he told the owl after which it took flight
and disappeared through the window.</p>
<p>Harry quirked a curious eyebrow but said nothing.</p>
<p>"There," Snape told Harry, "We are all set for the following years. I'll be
looking forward to working with you."</p>
<p>Harry snorted at the stiff manner of speech. "I look forward to learning from the
best. Not that I haven't been doing that already for the last couple of years, but oh
well."</p>
<p>"Don't get cheeky with me, apprentice," Snape said, "Or I'll have you doing
nothing scrubbing cauldrons for the duration of the first year, if only to get some
discipline into you."</p>
<p>Harry bowed exaggeratedly and grinned, "As you say, Master."</p>
<p>Snape snorted but said nothing in response. Instead, he flicked his wand,
vanishing the leftover blood and quills and banishing the dishes to the sink.</p>
<p>"I'm expecting visitors," Snape said, "And I believe that it would be advisable
for you to stay, if only for you to get a grasp on the more Slytherin of traits that
a Potions Master sometimes needs."</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said carefully, "Who's coming?"</p>
<p>There was a mischievous glint in Snape's eye. "Oh, you'll see," he said, "But I
ask of you to not interfere into the conversation and to keep your reactions to a
minimum."</p>
<p>"I'll…try?" Harry replied, not sure what he was getting himself into.</p>
<p>"See to it that you do," Snape said. He picked up the Daily Prophet, cutting off
the conversation effectively as he scanned the articles.</p>
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<p>Harry was sitting at the dining room table with a nearly blank piece of parchment
in front of him. Snape was sitting across from him, reading a book. Whoever those
mystery visitors were, they had not shown up yet but judging by Snape's calm
demeanour, they were not late.</p>
<p>Harry refocused his attention on the task before him and frowned. What kind of
potion did he want to create? What could be beneficial to the wizarding world?</p>
<p>He stared at the ceiling as he mulled it over. He thought about his own life. What
had he himself been struggling with the most? He's had his fair share of
difficulties, that's for sure, but what had been the hardest? His face fell somewhat
when he realized just what that was.</p>
<p>The death of loved ones. Especially that of those he had never known. Not that the
death of Sirius – or even Cedric – hadn't been hard to bear. In fact, it had very
nearly destroyed him. But it still didn't compare to that long-lasting ache of
longing he had always felt for his parents. The painful yearning that reared its ugly
head every time he was reminded of the horrible faith that had befallen his parents.
The thoughts about what could have been were hard enough, but that feeling of being
alone had nearly driven Harry to kill himself a long time ago.</p>
<p>And while he was not alone anymore, there were still times that he missed his
parents. He missed Sirius. He missed having a true family.</p>
<p>Harry sighed as he tapped the piece of parchment with the back of his quill,
biting his lower lip as he thought. He was slightly embarrassed with how dark his
thoughts had gotten all of a sudden but on the other hand, he felt that he might be
on to something. After all, he was not the only one who had lost loved ones. He was
not the only one who would have unfinished business with the deceased. How many
people longed for just a few more minutes with those who passed away? How many people
regretted those last words that had fallen between them?</p>
<p>Harry scribbled the base of this thoughts down.</p>
<p><em>Many people long for a connection to their dead loved ones. In some cases,
this might help with their mental health.</em></p>
<p>Right. Now, what did he want to do about it? What did he want his potion to do? He
brushed his lips with the feathery quill as he pondered. He was pulled sharply out of
his reveries when the floo flared brightly and two people stepped out of the hearth,
their red hair covered in ashes.</p>
<p>Both Fred and George Weasley shook their hair out, grinning sheepishly when their
gazes fell on Snape and Harry.</p>
<p>"Hi, Harry! Hi, Severus!" they greeted in sync.</p>
<p>Snape frowned at the familiar address but didn't reprimand the boys.</p>
<p>"Mr's Weasley," he greeted curtly, "I received your owl this morning. It felt
rather –" he smirked somewhat "-desperate."</p>
<p>"Desperate is right!" Fred exclaimed as he took a seat right next to Snape. George
took the seat on the opposite of Fred.</p>
<p>"Severus, we have slept on it and our resolve has only grown," George
explained.</p>
<p>"We need that potion," Fred argued, "Poetic Justice would fly off the shelves, we
know it!"</p>
<p>"And it's not as if you have a whole lot of use for it," George said, "What do you
even use it for besides occasionally punishing our baby brother? Don't get me wrong,
it was hilarious! But we see greater things for your creation."</p>
<p>"Don't let it be forgotten and kept in the dark," Fred begged.</p>
<p>"How does twenty per cent sound?" Fred and George asked in unison.</p>
<p>Snape had listened to the twins in amusement, his lips twitching ever so slightly
as if to hide a smile.</p>
<p>"I don't think you understand, gentlemen," Snape said, "I have no need for money.
I am well off enough to live rather comfortably for the rest of my days."</p>
<p>"Aha!" Fred exclaimed, "No need for money you say –"</p>
<p>"- but perhaps you have need for something else?" George finished.</p>
<p>"There are many things a Potions Master such as me could want," Snape said evenly,
"But most of those things can be bought or bargained for by myself. It's not
something I could use two rambunctious Weasley twins for."</p>
<p>Fred and George looked at each other, a wide grin on both of their faces.</p>
<p>"You said 'most of those things'," Fred pointed out eagerly.</p>
<p>"That means that there are some things that you can't get your hands on," George
said, nearly licking his lips in anticipation.</p>
<p>Snape folded his hands neatly in front of him and regarded the twins
carefully.</p>
<p>"There is one thing," he admitted, "I suppose I could – oh, never mind. There is
no way that two children such as yourself would be able to assist me in this
manner."</p>
<p>"I hear someone underestimating us, Fred," George said loudly.</p>
<p>"It would appear so, George," Fred replied, shaking his head, "One would think
that anyone who has dealt with us for so many years would know better."</p>
<p>"Try us, Severus," George said eagerly.</p>
<p>"Name your price and our reward," Fred followed up, nodding.</p>
<p>"Very well," Snape sighed heavily, "If you insist."</p>
<p>The twins glanced at each other with victory shining in their eyes before focusing
their attention on Snape. Harry's presence seemed to have been all but forgotten.</p>
<p>"The thing I require is the ancient texts of Pythagoras," Snape said evenly,
pausing for effect. The confused looks on the twins' faces indicated that they had no
idea what Snape was talking about.</p>
<p>"It has come to my attention that these texts are currently hidden somewhere in
the Library of Alexandria."</p>
<p>Snape smirked when he saw understanding in the eyes of both twins.</p>
<p>"Naturally, the library is not only defended by curses and traps that were placed
there by the ancient Egyptians, but it is also guarded closely by a group of wizards
called 'the Order of Anathema'. They've put several layers of protection in place
that I doubt even Albus Dumbledore could breach."</p>
<p>He lifted his eyes to meet the twins' excited gazes.</p>
<p>"Do you now see how impossible this venture would be? Naturally, if you were able
to get these texts, I would gladly give you the recipe for free, including the rights
to them. But seeing how that will never happen –" Snape rose from his seat, standing
to signify that it was time for the twins to leave, "- I can only thank you for
coming and wish you luck in your further dealings."</p>
<p>"Now hold on right there, Severus," Fred said happily.</p>
<p>"We happen to have a brother that works in the Order of Anathema," George pointed
out.</p>
<p>"Do you now?" Snape asked in surprise, "You must be speaking of William Weasley. I
knew he was a curse-breaker but I didn't think he was stationed in Egypt."</p>
<p>"Ah, but he is," Fred said happily.</p>
<p>"Maybe we can surprise you yet!" George added.</p>
<p>"We shall pay our brother a little visit," Fred smirked, "Because we miss him so
much, of course."</p>
<p>"And who knows," George shrugged, "If we should happen to encounter these texts of
Pythagoras, why wouldn't we bring them back with us?"</p>
<p>Snape made a show of sighing in exasperation. "You're welcome to try but I don't
think you can do it."</p>
<p>"How dareth thou doubt us," Fred said in a mock hurt tone of voice.</p>
<p>"We shall surely triumph in this epic quest thou hath bestowed upon us," George
exclaimed.</p>
<p>"Fare thee well!" And with a flash of green fire, the twins disappeared from
sight.</p>
<p>There were a few seconds of silence before Harry began a slow clap. Snape turned
to him with a snarky grin on his face.</p>
<p>"I can't believe they fell for that," Harry said, "You played them the whole time,
didn't you?"</p>
<p>"Did I?" Snape replied, "How could you accuse me of something so very…"</p>
<p>"Slytherin?" Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"Indeed."</p>
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<p>Thank you all for your reviews! I hope this next chapter answers some questions
and gets some things moving.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 30</strong></p>
<p>Suffice to say that Harry's brief but emotional encounter with James Potter was
more than enough motivation he needed to get right back to work on the potion. As
much as he would have preferred to skip class altogether the next day, he knew that
his father and master would never let him live it down, so he had to painstakingly
make it through the day. Time passed by slowly, except in potions class.</p>
<p>They were creating a level ten antidote that would work on even the foulest of
poisons. Exceedingly difficult to make because the ingredients needed to be added
rather swiftly and in the correct order. Sometimes it was a matter of seconds in
which the ingredients needed to be absorbed by the fluid so there was absolutely no
room for contemplation.</p>
<p>Not a single student was talking and even Professor Slughorn kept his mouth shut
as he moved about the classroom, not quite as silently as Snape would have, but
almost equally so.</p>
<p>As far as Harry was concerned, this potion – though definitely one of the more
complicated ones – was no problem at all. He had practised brewing it many times
under the watchful eye of Snape. And he was grateful to have done so because the
first time he had attempted this particular brew, his cauldron had spat blue fire all
over the lab because he hadn't added the chimaera hoof in time.</p>
<p>It was almost like a competition. More and more students had to give up as
Slughorn needed to intervene to prevent disasters from happening. The number of
things that could go wrong was astounding! So far, one cauldron had exploded while
another had imploded. One student had produced the same blue fire Harry once had and
one Hufflepuff's concoction suddenly started overflowing excessively, coating the
floor in horrible blue sludge.</p>
<p>Near the end, even Hermione needed to be rescued when she added the fire-lizard
tales just a tad too quickly and black smoke erupted from the potion. Slughorn
banished it immediately and told Hermione to clean her station.</p>
<p>"It's quite alright, Ms Granger," he told her as she was no doubt pouting about
the mishap. "For getting this far, you at least deserve an Exceeds Expectation. I
hardly expected anyone to get to the last step."</p>
<p>Harry heard Hermione sigh and mumble something under her breath but was much too
focused to care. As far as he could tell, there were only three people left in total
who were still brewing. Him, Draco and Michael Corner, his defence partner.</p>
<p>Harry stirred the potion feverishly. If he stirred too calmly, the entire potion
would harden like cement and be ruined. His arm was starting to hurt but he would not
let up now. He would definitely not be outbrewed by a Slytherin.</p>
<p>He heard swearing coming from Draco and glanced over. His stirrer was standing
upright in his potion, seemingly stuck. <em>Like cement</em>.</p>
<p>Alright, time for the gryphon feathers. Harry needed to add twelve in total, but
not at once. Slughorn had come to stand between Harry and Michael, carefully
surveying the both of them. The other students were standing on the side-lines,
silently watching on as if Harry and Michael were the last contenders in an amazing
competition.</p>
<p>Harry threw in the fifth feather. He had arranged them carefully according to size
beforehand and was throwing them in from smallest to largest as to not upset the
concoction too much at once, much like when you add warm milk to a mixture of beaten
eggs. Only a bit at a time or the eggs would react. But his potion didn't. It kept
bubbling gently, as Harry stirred with all his might.</p>
<p>He grinned as he thought that maybe seventh-year potions class was not at all
boring, after all.</p>
<p>When the last feather was absorbed into the potion, Harry kept stirring
feverishly, carefully diminishing the ferocity as the seconds passed by. Eventually,
he found himself stirring very slowly until he finally stopped. Rather than hoisting
his cauldron of the fire, he doused the flames with a basin of water he had kept
nearby. It wouldn't do to reintroduce movement to the potion now.</p>
<p>When it seemed that the potion was perfect and would not still implode nastily,
Harry wiped his brow with his sleeve and looked over at Michael. He too was dousing
his fire, an intense and focused look in his eyes.</p>
<p>"Well done, boys," Slughorn said enthusiastically, "Harry, I knew you would be
able to do it. Well done to you and Michael, I see that you've studied hard!"</p>
<p>"Thank you, Professor," Michael said, "I did indeed."</p>
<p>"Twenty points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw," Slughorn said happily, "And we will
be using those potions to restock the infirmary. As for the rest of you –" he turned
to face the rest of the class. "- I assure you that failure in this potion's
completion did not lead to a failing grade. You will all write an essay on the
creation of this potion and where you specifically went wrong and how to prevent that
in the future. This will be the deciding factor of your grade for today."</p>
<p>He winked at Harry and Michael. "You two don't need to write the essay, of
course," he said, "And you both receive an Outstanding for your work. If there were a
grade higher, you would have received it today."</p>
<p>"Thank you, sir," Harry said, happy with the praise. "Now, run along. You wouldn't
want to keep your next professor waiting, now would you?"</p>
<p>Slughorn received a general murmur in response as students packed their bags in a
hurry and left his classroom.</p>
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<p>"Is something wrong, Draco," Harry asked as they walked to their charms class.</p>
<p>"Wrong?" Draco asked, "No, why do you think so?"</p>
<p>"You seemed a bit distracted today," Harry shrugged, "It doesn't seem like you to
botch a potion just because of a lack of stirring."</p>
<p>Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's nothing," he murmured.</p>
<p>When Harry looked closer, he could see the dark circles beneath his friend's eyes.
With a surge of determination, he grabbed Draco's wrist and stopped walking, glancing
at Hermione to signify that she should keep going.</p>
<p>"Harry –"</p>
<p>"Don't lie to me, Draco," Harry said softly. He waited until everyone had passed
and then let go. "Something's wrong and I'm not going to wait forever for you to tell
me."</p>
<p>"I told you that nothing's wrong," Draco snarled.</p>
<p>"You look like death warmed over," Harry pointed out, "And you can't focus." He
moulded his facial expression into one that conveyed concern. "Draco," he sighed, "I
know what it's like to struggle with certain things on my own. And it's not
healthy."</p>
<p>"Oh yeah?" Draco growled, "I know for a fact that you have been keeping secrets
from me. So why should I tell you mine?"</p>
<p>"What are you talking about?" Harry asked in genuine confusion.</p>
<p>Draco laughed bitterly. "I noticed when I was at your house," Draco said, "You
mentioned something about your relatives and closed off immediately after that. In
fact, you never did tell me why you went to live with Snape."</p>
<p>Harry took a step back and glared at Draco darkly.</p>
<p>"But it's fine for you, is it?" Draco snapped. Harry thought he looked like he was
about to burst into tears but said nothing of it. "<em>You</em> can keep your secrets
but <em>I</em> should just tell you whatever is going on in <em>my</em> life? It
doesn't work like that."</p>
<p>"Draco," Harry sighed, "I haven't even told Ron or Hermione the full story."</p>
<p>Draco glared at him and then smiled cruelly. "Then I think you're in no position
to lecture me."</p>
<p>He picked up the bag he had dropped on the floor and hoisted it onto his shoulder,
starting to walk off. Harry grabbed Draco's shoulder and pushed him roughly against
the wall.</p>
<p>"Fine," he spat, "But if I ever hear you repeating this to <em>anyone</em> else.
Anyone at all, we are no longer friends." Harry noticed Draco's sharp intake of
breath and worried eyes.</p>
<p>"Of course," Draco said, "That's only fair."</p>
<p>Harry realized that they were probably running late for class by now but he didn't
care anymore;</p>
<p>"The reason I live with Severus now is that my family… well –" Harry sighed and
averted his eyes, "They beat me up. They starved me and they locked me in my room or
my cupboard. I've come close to death on more than one occasion."</p>
<p>Harry let go of Draco's shoulder and took a few steps back, licking his upper lip
nervously.</p>
<p>After a long pause, Draco finally spoke. "Harry –"</p>
<p>"Don't," Harry urged him, "It's all in the past now. I don't need any reassurances
and I don't need your pity."</p>
<p>Draco sighed and averted his eyes, clearly not sure of what he should say.</p>
<p>"What I do need from you, Draco," Harry said, "Is for you to trust me and tell me
what is wrong. Waiting for the problem to resolve itself does not work."</p>
<p>"Severus already knows," Draco said, "He's trying to help me."</p>
<p>"With what?" Harry urged.</p>
<p>"My mother," Draco said softly, "She's having problems. The healers think it's
because of the stress of everything that's happened with my father; the prosecutions;
the stares…"</p>
<p>Harry furrowed his brow in sympathy. "What problems?" he asked.</p>
<p>"They call it stress-induced dementia," Draco said, "It's quite uncommon but of
course, the Malfoy family should be so lucky." Draco laughed bitterly. "Severus gave
me something that might help her."</p>
<p>"Does it?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"A bit, I suppose," Draco sighed, "But not that much. I think she's getting
worse."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said, putting a comforting hand on the blonde's
shoulder. He shot Harry a challenging look.</p>
<p>"So, now that I've told you, how are you going to help me?" he asked
defiantly.</p>
<p>"By being here for you," Harry said without skipping a beat.</p>
<p>"That's not enough," Draco replied softly, his voice quivering. And yet, he leaned
into Harry's touch.</p>
<p>"No," Harry agreed, "But that won't stop me from trying."</p>
<p>Draco chuckled. "You really don't leave someone alone once they've become your
friend, do you?"</p>
<p>"Never," Harry said truthfully.</p>
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<p>After the last lesson of the day – which was the charms class to which Draco and
Harry had shown up exceptionally late – Harry had gone straight back to the dungeons
where he would continue working on his potion. He would absolutely need to substitute
some of his ingredients. Perhaps if he –</p>
<p>He walked into the potions lab, and stroked Hedwig absentmindedly in passing,
walking straight over to the ingredients cabinet. He perused them all as if hoping
that one of them might tell him that it was what Harry needed.</p>
<p>"Hi, Harry."</p>
<p>Harry bumped his head harshly against the shelf when the voice startled him.
Groaning, he pulled back and turned around, rubbing the sore spot on his head.</p>
<p>"Luna," he said in surprise.</p>
<p>"I didn't mean to startle you," Luna said dreamily, "Do you have a guilty
conscience?"</p>
<p>"What?" Harry protested, "No, I just don't expect anyone to come here.</p>
<p>"But Hedwig is here."</p>
<p>Harry stared at her for a moment before laughing softly. "Yes," he agreed, "Hedwig
is here."</p>
<p>"Are you going to brew that potion again?" Luna asked, "I would very much enjoy
meeting the ghosts as they come here."</p>
<p>"I'd rather not repeat that, actually," Harry chuckled, "And no, there won't be
any brewing today. I need to revise some of my ingredients."</p>
<p>He took a seat and unfurled his theorem. He barely even noticed when Luna took the
seat next to him and stared at the parchment in his hands.</p>
<p>"Vulture tongues do not seem right," she mentioned.</p>
<p>"Why not?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Vultures aren't welcoming to the dead at all," Luna pointed out, "They would
rather feast on their flesh, wouldn't they?"</p>
<p>"Hm," Harry agreed, "So perhaps Jackal fur instead?"</p>
<p>"That does seem like a splendid idea," Luna said as she clapped her hands
together.</p>
<p>"Anything else that seems dodgy to you?" Harry asked, extending the paper so Luna
could take a closer look.</p>
<p>"The white cloves seem too narcissistic," Luna said, "This shouldn't be about you
but about them."</p>
<p>"Well –" Harry said thoughtfully, not finishing his sentence.</p>
<p>"I am very fond of ghost pipe," Luna said happily.</p>
<p>"Monotropa Uniflora," Harry said eagerly, "Unpollinated, of course. Luna, you're a
genius!"</p>
<p>"I'd really rather not be," Luna said evenly, "Genius inspires resentment. I
wouldn't want you to resent me."</p>
<p>"I would never," Harry replied seriously.</p>
<p>"Oh, well that's good," Luna replied, joyously accepting Harry's words.</p>
<p>Harry regarded her for a moment, seriously wondering what Luna was even doing in
the potion's lab. She wasn't brewing anything nor had she brought any books to
study.</p>
<p>"Have people been bothering you again?" he asked as he carefully changed some of
his arithmetic formulae.</p>
<p>"Oh no," Luna said, "Not at all. People are usually kind, aren't they?"</p>
<p>Harry looked up from what he was doing. "Are you sure?"</p>
<p>Luna nodded peacefully. "I am quite content, actually. And I think other people
might have noticed that. I've been left alone."</p>
<p>"It's a pity that those idiot's don't see how wonderfully your mind works," Harry
growled. It was out before he had thought about it.</p>
<p>Luna chuckled. "Eventually, everyone is able to see what sits in front of them,"
she says, "It takes those that look to others just a bit more time, that's all."</p>
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<p>After a long day where he had been hard at work, Snape liked going to his quarters
and sit there in peace, reading a book and indulging himself with a singular glass of
Fire Whiskey. But for a while now, the solitude and calm of his private quarters had
obviously been disturbed and he was getting increasingly annoyed.</p>
<p>McGonagall had called him crazy or sleep-deprived but Snape knew for a fact that
his stack of essays had been rearranged. He knew with one hundred per cent certainty
that some of his potions appeared to have been relabelled and it was beyond clear
that his books seemed to be moving of their own accord, never respecting the order in
which Snape had so carefully placed them.</p>
<p>Today, the glasses Snape used to pour himself his beloved Fire Whiskey no longer
sat on the top shelf. No, instead, they were moved to the bottom one. Why would
anyone go this far to torment him? Initially – when it had all began – he had
suspected Maya to be behind this all but he had to reconsider. These were his private
quarters and Maya did not have the ability to get in here without enlisting Harry's
help. And Snape knew for a fact that Harry had been engrossed in his studies and
hadn't been in his quarters for a while now.</p>
<p>Snape huffed, and with a wave of his wand, he moved the glasses to their rightful
place, foregoing the fire whiskey for now since his mood had been dampened
considerably.</p>
<p>He was just about to read through one of his novels '<em>The Signal-Man'</em> by
<em>Charles Dickens</em> when he heard a knock on his door. Annoyed to be disturbed
when he desperately needed some alone time, he considered simply not opening the
door. But the knocking resounded a second time. Snape sighed, put his book aside and
stalked over to his door.</p>
<p>"What?" he asked as he opened his door rather swiftly. He was more than a little
bit surprised to see Maya standing at the other side. He raised an eyebrow and
smirked at her.</p>
<p>"Are you lost again?" he asked.</p>
<p>Maya chuckled but it sounded a bit forced. "Not this time," she said, "The signs
you put up have helped me greatly in manoeuvring through the castle."</p>
<p>Snape took in Maya's fidgety appearance and frowned. "Is something the matter?" he
asked.</p>
<p>"May I come in?" Maya asked in return.</p>
<p>"If you are not planning on releasing a family of mice or anything of the sort,"
Snape said evenly.</p>
<p>Maya chuckled again and Snape noted that it still didn't sound genuine. "Very
well," he said, "Come in and have a seat."</p>
<p>"Thanks," Maya said, sitting in front of the fireplace. "Oh," she added as she
noticed the book on his side-table. "I didn't peg you for a Dickens-enthusiast."</p>
<p>"On occasion," Snape told her, pouring her a cup of tea. "Now," he said sternly,
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"</p>
<p>"I believe we need to talk," Maya said.</p>
<p>Snape was genuinely confused. "About what?" he asked, "Did something happen with
Alex?"</p>
<p>"Oh no," Maya said, "Nothing of the sort. No, I meant that we needed to talk about
that article. You know, -" she added when Snape raised an eyebrow, "-The one in Witch
weekly."</p>
<p>"Ah yes," Snape smirked as he sipped his own tea, "It was a nice try but you
forget that you're dealing with the head of Slytherin house."</p>
<p>Maya regarded him carefully, staring as if Snape had grown a second head.</p>
<p>"What?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Do you truly not realise?" Maya asked, "Or are you being deliberately
obtuse?"</p>
<p>Snape furrowed his brow at the History Professor and gently placed his cup on its
saucer. "Surely, I have no idea what you're implying," he said carefully.</p>
<p>Maya turned rather red as she too set down her cup. She clasped her hands firmly
in her lap and breathed in deeply as if she was gathering courage.</p>
<p>"Maya –"</p>
<p>"I like you," Maya blurted out. Snape's eyes widened slightly and he found himself
staring at the woman in front of him.</p>
<p>"All those things I wrote in the article – well – I believe them all to be true,"
she said, "I really admire you and I have for a while now."</p>
<p>Snape's lips tightened and his stare hardened. Up until now, their pranks had all
been innocent and fun but this? This went too far.</p>
<p>"That's a rather cruel thing to say, don't you think?" Snape said harshly. "I
would think that an intelligent woman such as yourself would understand such a thing
as boundaries but clearly you do not."</p>
<p>"Severus, I-"</p>
<p>"No," Snape interrupted coldly, "I don't know who put you up to this or what gave
you this idea but you can consider this relationship we've had between us to be
over."</p>
<p>To Snape's shock, Maya actually began to cry. A fine actress indeed.</p>
<p>"You don't understand!" she pleaded, "I never –"</p>
<p>"Spare me your redundant excuses," Snape snarled, "I've heard enough. Please
leave."</p>
<p>"But I-"</p>
<p>"NOW!"</p>
<p>Snape had never seen a fellow teacher scatter before his gaze as quickly as Maya
did at that point. Usually, it was only the students in which he could instil such
fright. But frankly, she deserved it. Harmless pranks and jokes were one thing. But
playing with a man's heart like that. A man that knew very well that he was unlovable
and would remain alone at that. Well, it was beyond cruel. And Snape didn't want a
thing to do with a woman that would think such actions funny or acceptable.</p>
<p>Beyond angry, Snape aimed his wand at the book that lay waiting for him and
blasted it into a million pieces. Bits of parchment floated around him as he sunk
into his chair, burying his face into his hands.</p>
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<p>At breakfast the next morning, Harry had piled a lot onto his plate. He was
absolutely starving, possibly due to the excitement of the day before.</p>
<p>"So the Monotropa Uniflora has white blossoms when it's unpollinated," Harry
explained to the only ones that would listen: Hermione and Neville. " But when its
pollinated, the blossoms turn brown."</p>
<p>"Fascinating," Neville said sincerely, "Which blossoms would you need?"</p>
<p>"The white ones would be best, I think," Harry said easily, "Just to preserve
purity."</p>
<p>"I think there might be some in greenhouse three," Neville told Harry, "If you
want, I could ask Professor Sprout if I can harvest some later."</p>
<p>"That would be great, Neville," Harry said, "Thank you."</p>
<p>"Owl post," Ron said, glad to be able to interrupt their 'boring' conversation.
Harry glanced at the owls but didn't see his own snowy white among the mix. Of
course, she would still be in the dungeons. What he did see was a very formal looking
barn owl head his way.</p>
<p>Without much ado, the owl dropped the next issue of '<em>The Practical
Potioneer'</em> next to Harry's plate where it wouldn't get dirty. Harry glanced at
the head table to see if Snape received his issue as well. He saw that he did but
frowned when he saw Snape sitting there, looking utterly forlorn. For some reason,
Bell sat quite a few seats away from the dour man, seemingly just as depressed.</p>
<p>'<em>What's wrong</em>?' Harry wrote on his cuff.</p>
<p>After a second, he saw Snape look at him with a dark scowl. Harry pointed at his
own cuff as a signal and Snape sighed exasperatedly before looking at it. He took
much too long to read the short sentence and did not bother replying. Instead, he
looked at Harry pointedly before turning his attention back to his eggs, though they
were untouched.</p>
<p>'<em>Staring at them isn't going to get them into your stomach.'</em> Harry
wrote.</p>
<p>This time Snape didn't look at him or the cuff. Instead, he got up from the table
and left the great hall.</p>
<p>What in the world?</p>
<p>"Harry, I can't believe you got published again!" Hermione said.</p>
<p>Momentarily distracted, Harry looked at Hermione to see that she was already
leafing through his magazine.</p>
<p>"Did I?" Harry asked in surprise. "What with? The magic muggle potion?"</p>
<p>"The potion that lets you summon ghosts," Ron said as he glanced over Hermione's
shoulder, "Useful for clearing out old haunted houses, I'd wager."</p>
<p>Harry could not bring himself to feel too happy about this new publication.
Something was wrong with Snape. Wrong enough to not even smirk at Harry in
satisfaction as he found out about the article. What was going on?</p>
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<p><em>A big thank you to everyone who reviewed! Don't be too upset with poor old
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<p>Harry was very much aware that Snape's personal problems were no concern of his
nor would Snape appreciate him prying. That's why Harry tried not to let Snape's
attitude get to him at first. But after several days had passed and Snape – as well
as Professor Bell – were still sulking like a couple of teenagers, Harry decided that
he was sick of it.</p>
<p>Since Snape was hardly approachable when he was in a mood, Harry decided to talk
to Bell in the weekend. That's why he found himself standing in front of her door on
Saturday morning. He knocked three times and waited patiently. A stumble inside of
the office told him that Bell was in. A few seconds later, the door was opened
hesitantly.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Mr Potter," Maya greeted in mild surprise, "Did you have questions
about the staff of Caduceus?"</p>
<p>"No, Professor," Harry replied, "But I did have some questions. Could I come in,
please?"</p>
<p>"Of course," Maya told him, stepping aside to allow Harry entry. When Harry was
inside, Maya closed the door and went to sit behind her desk, steepling her fingers
as she smiled kindly at her student. "Sit down," she said, "And tell me what's on
your mind."</p>
<p>Harry accepted her offer to sit and met his History Professor's gaze. "I hope that
I'm not intruding with this…" he said, suddenly wondering why he thought it was a
good idea to meddle into the affairs of his father. "But I'm very worried."</p>
<p>Professor Bell frowned. "What are you referring to?" she asked. Her voice was less
kind and Harry thought that she might already have a very good idea of why he was
there.</p>
<p>"What happened between you and my dad?" he asked, "He looks like you kicked his
favourite puppy."</p>
<p>"And what makes you assume that I have anything to do with his current demeanour?"
Maya asked flatly.</p>
<p>"Because you look exactly the same way," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"I hardly think this has anything to do with you," Maya said softly.</p>
<p>"Perhaps not," Harry agreed, "But I can't just sit by and do nothing while someone
I care about is in obvious distress."</p>
<p>"I assure you that the only reason Severus is in '<em>distress'</em> is due to the
machinations of his own warped mind."</p>
<p>"Excuse me?" Harry responded, a bit taken aback by the sudden bite in Maya's
voice.</p>
<p>Maya sighed. "I apologise," she said then, "I shouldn't have said that. Perhaps
you should speak to Severus about this instead."</p>
<p>"He's hard to talk to when he gets like this," Harry said.</p>
<p>Maya laughed bitterly. "You don't say."</p>
<p>"Look," Harry said, "Did you pull a prank on him that went too far or something?
Because I'm sure that if that was the case a simple apology would set things
right."</p>
<p>"It was nothing of the sort," Maya said sort of angrily, "Though he will tell you
that it was."</p>
<p>"Wait, so he thought you pranked him when you didn't?" Harry asked, sufficiently
confused.</p>
<p>"Exactly that," Maya said, distress now obvious in her own voice. She seemed to
lose all decorum as she huffed and ran a hand through her long hair. "I know that
we've been fooling around for a while but can't a person tell someone else that she
likes him without being kicked to the curb?"</p>
<p>Maya clapped her hand in front of her mouth after she said that, looking at Harry
with thinly veiled embarrassment.</p>
<p>Harry stared right back with utter amazement. "Wait," he said calmly, "You like
Severus?"</p>
<p>Maya sighed, "Ignoring the last couple of days, yes," she said, blushing slightly,
"Very much so."</p>
<p>"Oh no," Harry mumbled, "And you say he –"</p>
<p>"He threw me out," Maya said, shrugging as if she didn't particularly care. But
she was an open book and Harry knew that she did.</p>
<p>"He threw you out," Harry said evenly, "That git!"</p>
<p>"Harry, I don't need you to fight my battles for me," Maya warned when she saw
Harry bristle, "We're both adults here."</p>
<p>Harry snorted, "Yes, you would think so, wouldn't you?" he said, "Thank you for
talking to me, Professor."</p>
<p>"Harry," Maya said warningly, "Leave it."</p>
<p>"I can't, Professor," Harry told her frankly, "I don't know what his problem is
but I assure you that it's not you. I'd rather he stops burying his personal issues
within himself."</p>
<p>Maya frowned but said nothing. Taking this as his chance to leave, Harry opened
the door and left Maya's office, thoroughly annoyed.</p>
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<p>Harry had gone straight to the dungeons and to Snape's personal chambers. He
didn't bother knocking but rather forced his way inside to find Snape in his kitchen.
He looked at Harry as the boy came in and raised his eyebrows as he took in Harry's
angered appearance.</p>
<p>"Harry, I'm not in the mood," he said darkly.</p>
<p>"Oh, not in the mood are you?" Harry said as he closed the door just a tad too
harshly. "I wonder if you even realize what you've done!"</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "What are you upset about <em>this</em> time?" he asked
exasperatedly, "Is it because you got published again? Is it because I haven't
responded to your messages all the time? I honestly would rather deal with your
teenage tantrum some other time. Perhaps we could reschedule?"</p>
<p>"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?" Harry growled, "The hilariously
sardonic greasy git of the dungeons!"</p>
<p>Snape's gaze darkened even more as he slammed his hands on the kitchen table. "I
warned you that I am not in the mood for this," he hissed, "And I will give you one
more chance to get out of here before I throw you out myself."</p>
<p>"Like you did with Professor Bell?" Harry challenged.</p>
<p>Snape seemed taken aback by that as was evident by the shock on his face.</p>
<p>"How do you know about that?" he snarled.</p>
<p>"Does it matter?" Harry challenged, "What I would like to know is why you would
behave the way you did. If you're not interested, you can tell her that. There's
absolutely NO need for you to humiliate her as you did."</p>
<p>Snape sneered, "And I take it that your Gryffindor chivalry compelled you to come
set me straight, did it?" he asked cruelly, "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps it
was not I that was in the wrong here?"</p>
<p>"Oh really?" Harry countered, "Please do explain then. Go on, I have all day.
Explain to me why your response to someone confessing her feelings for you –
something that would have no doubt taken a lot of courage – is to throw her out and
then shun her from there on out?"</p>
<p>"She was joking," Snape said coldly.</p>
<p>Harry threw up his hands in exasperation. "No, she wasn't!"</p>
<p>"You're far too naive."</p>
<p>"And you're much too cynical."</p>
<p>"Whatever the case, I assure you that Professor Bell does not need you to fight
for her."</p>
<p>"Don't you understand?!" Harry shouted, "I'm not fighting for her. I'm fighting
for you!"</p>
<p>Snape actually dared chuckle at Harry's outburst. The sound was dark and bitter.
"I don't need you to do that," he said, "You know nothing of love yourself. What
makes <em>you</em> fit to tell <em>me</em> what to do?"</p>
<p>"I now understand why you had that conversation with me, the other day," Harry
said snidely, "I joked about it at the time but you really just don't want me to end
up like you."</p>
<p>"Mind what you say," Snape snarled.</p>
<p>"When will you stop excluding yourself from the rest of the world?" Harry said
desperately, "My mum is dead! Lily is dead! When will you understand that?"</p>
<p>Snape's look turned into ice and his lips formed a very thin line.</p>
<p>"You are a child, Potter. Ill-equipped to deal with the social hardships of life.
But I suppose I should not be surprised seeing how you were brought up," Snape
sneered. Harry felt his blood turn to ice at the cruel statement.</p>
<p>To him, it felt as if they had travelled several years back in time. Snape
normally never spoke to him like that anymore.</p>
<p>Harry closed off his heart to protect it from the Potions Master's wrath and
narrowed his eyes at him. "I really hate you sometimes, you know that?" he said
softly but he knew that Snape had heard him.</p>
<p>"Well, right now I'm not too fond of you either," Snape said darkly. "Get out,
Potter."</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry replied. Without another glance at the man who he – until a few
moments ago – regarded as his father, he stalked out of Snape's quarters and rushed
out of the dungeons, regretting that he ever walked into Maya Bell's office that
day.</p>
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<p>Harry had skipped dinner that evening, opting for an early night. Anything to stay
out of Snape's way for a while. Perhaps once they both had had sufficient time to
cool down, they could reconcile. But as Harry went over the things Snape had said in
his head, he knew that the time wasn't right for that yet.</p>
<p>The next morning, he had skipped breakfast as well. He half expected Snape to send
him a message through his cuff to ask him where he was, but no such message came.
Snape was probably still pretty angry himself.</p>
<p>It was a good thing that Harry knew Dobby. When he asked the house-elf to bring
him some food, he had gladly obeyed and brought Harry much more than he could
possibly eat. A good thing too, because drinking potions on an empty stomach was
rarely a good idea.</p>
<p>And now, Harry found himself in the potions lab, painfully aware of how close he
was to Snape but not bothering to pay the man a visit. Oh no, he would brew this
potion with or without his help.</p>
<p>Harry peered into his cauldron. He had substituted the water base for a honey mead
base and was waiting for it to heat up to an acceptable temperature. He glanced
towards the edge of the room where Slughorn sat, watching him with great interest.
Every now and then, his lips moved and Harry would gesture towards his own ears to
signify that he could not hear the man due to the containment field.</p>
<p>Upset as he was, Harry was not stupid. He knew that experimentation with this
particular potion should always be supervised and hey, several months ago Snape
himself had said that Slughorn might come in handy at some point. Though he probably
wouldn't have expected Harry to substitute Snape for him this blatantly.</p>
<p>Well, Slughorn had agreed rather excitedly.</p>
<p>When the honey mead was sufficiently hot, Harry started adding ingredients as he
stirred, careful to keep a close eye on the innate magic of everything involved. He
incinerated the jackal fur before adding it to the potion and was pleased to see the
concoction eagerly swallow the ashes.</p>
<p>The innate magic of the ghost pipe was a gorgeous green that reminded Harry of
life and joy. The potion's innate magic seemed to reach out to the ghost pipe before
Harry had even fully managed to prepare it.</p>
<p>"Be patient," Harry chuckled before realizing that speaking to a liquid was rather
insane. And yet, he could feel its eagerness, its… familiarity in a way. As he was
brewing, completely closed off from the rest of Hogwarts and even the world, Harry
was able to forget his current strife.</p>
<p>Too soon, he reached the final stage of the potion. He pulled out some of his
hairs and tossed them into the crystal clear potion that somehow looked like plain
and translucent water. The potion bubbled vigorously, the larger portion of the
liquid evaporating as it had done before until there was only enough left to fill one
vial. Harry collected it carefully and – with some disappointment – breached the
containment field once more.</p>
<p>"Harry," Slughorn said in amazement, "That was fantastic!"</p>
<p>"Thanks, Professor," Harry brushed off the comment, "But now I need to actually
test it."</p>
<p>"Of course, of course," Slughorn said. In some ways, he seemed to be even more
excited than Harry was.</p>
<p>"The effects of the potion lasted two hours last time," Harry told Slughorn, "I
don't know if the timeframe will increase with the changes I made but if I am out for
more than three hours, it's best that you go get Professor Dumbledore."</p>
<p>"Of course," Slughorn said agreeably, "I'll keep a close eye on the time."</p>
<p>"I suspect it will be a bit boring to watch me but I'm counting on you,
Professor."</p>
<p>"Harry," Slughorn, "I understand my duty as a Potions Master. I'd rather you
didn't suggest otherwise."</p>
<p>"I apologise, Professor," Harry said, "You're right of course. Well –" he sat down
on the floor with his back against the wall. He occluded his mind as he had done
before and lifted the potion to his lips. "Bottom's up!"</p>
<p>He downed the potion in one, placing the empty vial next to him so it wouldn't
shatter when he lost consciousness. He looked at Slughorn and saw his face going out
of focus.</p>
<p>And then, the potions lab disappeared altogether. Harry felt a tug on his mind and
allowed it to transport him to the plane where he would hopefully be able to
<em>talk</em> to the spirits this time.</p>
<p>Where last time he had found himself standing in a dark and damp room, he was now
sitting in a meadow that stretched as far as the eye could see. Wildflowers and tall
grass surrounded him. The sky was a baby blue and even though there was no sun, Harry
got a distinct impression that it was warm.</p>
<p>While still taking in the scenery, he was suddenly surprised by two hands covering
his eyes. The touch was cold and warm at the same time but the hands were not
transparent. Reflexively, Harry raised his hands to cover the ones obstructing his
vision.</p>
<p>The hands moved to cup his cheeks and turn his face slightly. And suddenly, Harry
found himself staring into the eyes he saw every day when he looked into the mirror.
People always told him he had his mother's eyes. It was unreal to have them looking
back at him like this.</p>
<p>"Mum," Harry said. The redheaded woman nodded and kneeled next to him. She didn't
look like a spirit or ghost or anything. It was almost as if she was really there.
Only…</p>
<p>"Mum, can you talk to me?"</p>
<p>Lily opened her mouth and her lips moved as if she was saying something but no
sounds were produced.</p>
<p>"Damn it," Harry huffed. Lily gave him a reproving look and Harry snorted. "I'm
seventeen, mum. I will use some bad language every now and then." That elicited a sad
look from the woman as she grabbed hold of one of Harry's hands.</p>
<p>"Is dad not here this time?" Harry asked. Lily shook her head and placed a hand on
Harry's heart. "Do you two talk to each other in – you know – the afterlife?"</p>
<p>Lily twisted her hand a few times as if to say '<em>In a way'</em>.</p>
<p>"I'm experimenting with a potion now," Harry told her, "I'm trying to make
something that will allow me to talk to you."</p>
<p>Lily placed the tip of her index finger against Harry's temple and gave him a
questioning look.</p>
<p>"Are you worried about the consequences to my mind?" Harry asked. Lily nodded.</p>
<p>"Snape taught me Occlumency," Harry said evenly, "I'll be fine."</p>
<p>Lily got up from where she sat and placed her hands on her hips giving Harry
<em>the look</em>. It was the same look that Molly Weasley sometimes gave Ron when he
had caused some sort of trouble.</p>
<p>"Are you trying to tell me I did something wrong?" Harry chuckled, "Because I'm
sure that in seventeen years' time, I did a lot of things wrong."</p>
<p>Lily seemed to sigh. She grabbed Harry's arm and pointed towards the cuff he was
wearing.</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "Are you upset about Snape?"</p>
<p>Lily gave a sharp nod.</p>
<p>"For what <em>he</em> said or for what <em>I</em> said?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Lily glared at him pointedly and then held up two hands as if she was weighing
something.</p>
<p>"You realize that <em>he's</em> the adult, right?" Harry asked, "I can't help it
if he's being a prat."</p>
<p>A pained expression struck Lily's face and she looked away for a moment as if she
was caught off guard by a memory.</p>
<p>"Mum," Harry said, "I miss you."</p>
<p>Lily sat back down next to her son and draped her arm around Harry's shoulder.
Harry didn't mind the cold tingle. Another hand brushed through his hair and he
couldn't help but think that life would've been a lot different for him if he
could've had a loving mother.</p>
<p>"I miss all of you," Harry then said, "You, dad, Sirius…"</p>
<p>Gently, Lily lifted Harry's arm and brought the cuff into focus again.</p>
<p>"I know," Harry said softly, "I have Severus now. And I appreciate him for it but
sometimes he can be such a –"</p>
<p>His mother's hand clasped his mouth and when Harry looked at her in surprise, she
shook her head mildly.</p>
<p>"I get it," Harry chuckled, "No cussing."</p>
<p>Lily nodded sharply.</p>
<p>Harry felt a tug at the back of his mind and groaned. He took Lily's hand and held
it tight. "I don't want to go yet," he said.</p>
<p>Lily got up and dragged Harry to his feet.</p>
<p>"I've only just gotten here," Harry said, "I'm sure I can stay just a moment
more."</p>
<p>Lily shook her head and inclined her head into the distance, signalling for Harry
to go. Harry felt another tug at his mind. It was stronger this time.</p>
<p>"Okay," he said, "I'll go. Please just –" Harry stepped forward and drew his
mother into a tight embrace. By now, she was slightly shorter than he was. "- Hold
me. Just one more time."</p>
<p>Lily's arms enveloped him in one more embrace. Harry thought he could faintly
smell her hair if he really tried. He could dimly imagine the sound of her laughter.
He could almost… almost be with her.</p>
<p>But she let him go and shooed him away with an exaggerated motion of her hands.
With one last look into his mother's eyes, Harry exhaled and let go.</p>
<p>Harry blinked a few times and the potion's lab came back into focus.</p>
<p>"Welcome back, Harry," Slughorn said kindly. He sounded as if he was paying
attention to his inflexion and Harry wondered why that was. When he reached for his
glasses to right them properly, he noticed that his face was tear-stained. Well, that
was just brilliant.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry said, his voice sounding hoarse. "I don't know why
I'm crying."</p>
<p>"That's quite alright, Harry," Slughorn said, "Were you able to meet a
spirit?"</p>
<p>"Yes," Harry said, righting himself on wobbly legs, "There was only one this time
but she –" Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair, "- I still couldn't hear her.
There's still something wrong. A reason that the potion is not working to its fullest
effect."</p>
<p>"Perhaps one of the catalysts isn't strong enough," Slughorn suggested.</p>
<p>"Maybe," Harry agreed, "I'll have to look into it again. How long was I gone?"</p>
<p>"Two hours and a half," Slughorn said, "So I guess you managed to extend the
duration of the potion somewhat, hm?"</p>
<p>"I'm not sure," Harry said, "Maybe."</p>
<p>"I think you need to get something to eat, my boy," Slughorn said, "You've been
brewing for hours and then you've been gone for a long time as well. It's nearly
dinner time, after all. Come, let me escort you."</p>
<p>"That's okay," Harry said, "I'll eat something in the common room."</p>
<p>"Nonsense!" Slughorn exclaimed, "Come now. I know that you don't feel up to it
right now but you'll feel much better after sitting with your friends and getting
some sustenance into your body."</p>
<p>"Professor, I-"</p>
<p>"I'll hear no more of it," Slughorn said sternly, "Since I've been supervising
your progress for today, I also need to make sure that you recover properly. I won't
have either Professor Dumbledore or Snape on my case should you suddenly collapse in
the hallway."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled somewhat and sighed. He really didn't want to but on the other
hand, he did need to eat. And it would be good to see his friends. "Okay, you win,"
Harry said.</p>
<p>"I usually do," Slughorn grinned, "Come. Let's walk."</p>
<p>The walk to the great hall was accompanied by discussions and comments about
various ingredients and their effects. Suffice to say that the short walk was not
enough to determine what was still wrong with Harry's potion but it distracted him
enough to be able to walk into the great hall without trepidation once they got
there.</p>
<p>"I'll leave you to your friends now," Slughorn said, "Good work today. I know that
you'll work it out soon. You're so close! Just remember to let me know once you do,
okay."</p>
<p>"Of course, Professor," Harry said. They parted ways and Harry did his best not to
look at the head table. He didn't even want to see the expression on Snape's face
right now. He had walked in with Slughorn after all.</p>
<p>"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked as he took his seat.</p>
<p>"Yeah, you do look a bit knackered," Ron added.</p>
<p>"I've been brewing all day," Harry explained, conveniently leaving out the part
where he had tested the potion and seen his mother. It had been emotionally draining
and truly, he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed.</p>
<p>"Well, it's good to see you show up for a meal," Hermione said motherly, "You have
to eat something."</p>
<p>"Dobby brought me breakfast this morning," Harry told them, "It's not like I've
been going without."</p>
<p>"Well, could you make sure to tell Snape that next time?" Ron asked pointedly, "He
came looking for you here at lunch and was absolutely furious that we didn't know
where you were."</p>
<p>"I'm sure he wasn't mad at you," Harry said, tearing off a piece of bread, "He's
mad at me."</p>
<p>"I'm sure he's just worried," Hermione pointed out.</p>
<p>"I don't know," Harry said, "We had a pretty bad fight."</p>
<p>"Even so," Hermione said smartly. "That's what people who love you do. They care
for you even at the moments that you don't get along."</p>
<p>Harry felt a pang of guilt and finally looked at the high table. Snape was there.
He was staring at his plate again, his food still untouched.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 32</strong></p>
<p>It had been a long time since Severus Snape had felt as thoroughly depressed as he
did now. In fact, it had been since before he had rescued Harry from the Dursleys,
welcoming him into his home. Admittedly, the boy had slowly but surely brought colour
into his life.</p>
<p>And now, here he was. He had said a terrible thing to Harry in the last fight they
had. He had basically taken the fact of Harry's abuse and thrown it in his face. What
kind of a horrible man did something like that? He had also managed to drive away
Maya. While he was still not convinced that what Maya had told him was not a prank,
he had to admit that he had reacted extremely brash. And in doing so, he had chased
the woman who had become somewhat of a friend, away. She hadn't spoken with him since
that fatefull day. And Harry hadn't even looked at him anymore since their fight.</p>
<p>As the cherry on top, Slughorn had gleefully told Snape about the last experiment
Harry had conducted in regards to his potion. The old potions master meant no harm
and was clearly simply very excited to be a part of Harry's discovery but it stung
Snape nonetheless. Harry had not felt comfortable enough to ask Snape to assist him
again and he likely wouldn't anymore unless Snape forced him to. And since Snape was,
in fact, Harry's master according to their quite binding contract, that's exactly
what he would have to do.</p>
<p>This was a mess. And he had no one to blame but himself for it.</p>
<p>He was pulled out of his reveries by an intruding voice. "Severus," spoke
Dumbledore from Snape's fireplace. "May I come in?"</p>
<p>"I've never been able to stop you before," Snape grumbled.</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled and stepped out of the fire. "Good to see that you're still
up," he said.</p>
<p>Snape frowned. Was it that late already? He had completely lost track of time with
being engulfed in his thoughts.</p>
<p>"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Snape asked plainly, "Did one of my Slytherins
misbehave again?"</p>
<p>"Nothing that has come to light yet," Dumbledore said, that infernal sparkle in
his eyes hinting for mischief. "No, I have come here for another matter
entirely."</p>
<p>"Do elaborate before the clock strikes midnight, Albus," Snape said wearily, "I'm
simply not in the mood for one of your longwinded monologues."</p>
<p>Dumbledore sat down in one of Snape's more comfortable chairs. "Then let me get
straight to the point," he said, "Maya and you seem to be having some issues and
quite frankly, it's bringing the rest of the staff down."</p>
<p>Snape huffed, "I could hardly care less about the feelings of your staff, Albus,"
he said sardonically, "They are all adults. I'm sure they can get through these
tragic times all by themselves."</p>
<p>"I would very much appreciate it if you would take this matter seriously,"
Dumbledore chided, "You said yourself that you wish to make this conversation brief.
If only for that purpose, I suggest you cooperate."</p>
<p>"There's not much to say," Snape said softly, "She told me something personal. I
reacted characteristically poor which she took badly of course, and now we're no
longer on speaking terms."</p>
<p>Dumbledore frowned. "What did she tell you that made you withdraw into yourself so
much?" he asked worriedly, "This isn't like you anymore."</p>
<p>"I would rather not divulge," Snape replied, "It's personal."</p>
<p>"And it's affecting everyone around you," Dumbledore said sternly, "Even
Harry."</p>
<p>Snape winced visibly.</p>
<p>"Don't think I haven't noticed," Dumbledore said, "I had hoped that by now you
would know not to allow your foolish pride to get in the way of any personal
relationships."</p>
<p>Snape smiled grimly. "I will always be a Slytherin, it would seem," he said,
sipping his tea.</p>
<p>"Severus," Dumbledore said, a warning evident in his voice. "Your personal matters
are your own until you bring about negativity on the rest of us. I will always
attempt to resolve any issues with patience and understanding but if you insist on
making this difficult, I will be forced to move forward as I see fit."</p>
<p>Though he still spoke softly, Snape knew that Dumbledore was warning him. And all
foolish pride aside, he knew very well that Dumbledore was not to be trifled with. He
would rather face embarrassment than the man's wrath.</p>
<p>"She has seen fit to tell me that she's enamoured with me," Snape grudgingly
admitted, "If you care to believe such things."</p>
<p>Even now, Dumbledore had the audacity to not look shocked. "I realise that it is
often the curse of those involved to not realize the feelings one might have for the
other but does this really come as a surprise?"</p>
<p>"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"Her feelings for you have been clear to most of us for a while now," Dumbledore
said, "In fact, I got the feeling that you were starting to like her as well."</p>
<p>"I won't deny that she has been humorous to have around," Snape said coldly, "But
that is all it ever was."</p>
<p>Dumbledore regarded Snape for a while with a knowing look and smiled. "You too are
worthy of love, Severus," he said kindly, "No matter what you might think."</p>
<p>"Albus," Snape sighed, "I can't."</p>
<p>Dumbledore sighed sadly. "Unfortunately, I am very much aware of your internal
struggle," he said, "and I pray to whatever deities are out there that you may find
salvation before it's too late."</p>
<p>"Surely, I know not of what you speak," Snape growled, "Cryptic old man."</p>
<p>"For now -" Dumbledore said, ignoring Snape's jibe. "- I want to impress upon you
that our dear Maya meant every word of what she said and apparently you have treated
her rather cruelly in return."</p>
<p>Snape nodded and had the decency to look ashamed as he stared at a spot on his
carpet. Dumbledore placed a hand on Snape's and smiled kindly. "I know you will make
this right."</p>
<p>"At once, headmaster," Snape agreed.</p>
<p>"Thank you, my boy," Dumbledore said, "I've always had the utmost faith in
you."</p>
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<p>Snape stalked fiercely through the corridors, his robes billowing behind him like
the wings of a bat. "At once, headmaster," he grumbled as he mimicked himself
sardonically. "Never mind that it's the middle of the night and it's highly unlikely
that Maya will even still be up."</p>
<p>There had better not been any students out of bed after curfew for if Snape caught
any, there would be hell to pay.</p>
<p>Finally, he found himself staring at the door that he knew led to Maya's private
quarters and stared at it for a good long while. For some time, he wondered what he
was going to say to her. He practised the sentences in his head. But how could he do
that when the conversation could go every which way? That is, if she would even allow
Snape to talk at all.</p>
<p>Growling at his own indecisiveness, he finally raised his fist and knocked loudly
on the door. He was about to knock a second time when the door opened slightly to
reveal Maya, peering at him from behind the crack. When she saw who it was, she
opened the door some more and fixed Snape with a fierce stare. "Can I help you?" she
asked icily.</p>
<p>"I have come here to express my apologies," Snape said evenly, "And I would very
much like to explain my reaction if you would allow it."</p>
<p>Maya regarded him for a moment. "Severus, it's late," she said.</p>
<p>"I realize that," Snape said, "But I would rather not allow this animosity between
us to continue a moment more. That said, if you would prefer to wait until morning, I
would understand."</p>
<p>Maya sighed. "Come on in, then," she said, "When you put it like that, I can't
very well refuse you, can I?"</p>
<p>Snape attempted a smile that he felt came out somewhat crooked and followed Maya
inside. Her quarters looked very much like his own except for the fact that the walls
did not consist of stone bricks but were even and dressed in a chocolate coloured
wallpaper. The fire in the hearth had almost gone out and Snape suspected that Maya
had been getting ready for bed. The night robe she was wearing was certainly an
indication of that.</p>
<p>"Sit wherever," Maya said casually, "Would you like some tea?"</p>
<p>"Please," Snape accepted gracefully as he sat down in a blue velvet chair.</p>
<p>Maya conjured a pot of tea and two cups for the both of them, as well as a plate
of biscuits and sat down across from Snape.</p>
<p>Snape noticed that – even though they were at odds with one another – Maya blushed
when she glanced at him. In his mind, he was kicking himself for his horrible
misconduct.</p>
<p>"I have treated you supremely poorly," Snape told Maya. The regret in his voice
was genuine. "I truly thought that you were playing a nasty trick on me."</p>
<p>"I would never do such a thing," Maya told him.</p>
<p>"I realise that," Snape said solemnly, "I allowed my own misconceptions and
distrust to get the better of me. It is not the conduct of a wise man and I am
thoroughly ashamed of the way I acted."</p>
<p>"Is it that hard to believe that someone might be attracted to you?" Maya asked.
Snape was relieved to see her relax into her chair, grabbing a biscuit as she leaned
back.</p>
<p>"I have never been deemed desirable before," Snape told her plainly.</p>
<p>"Oh, I can't possibly believe that," Maya said, "My bet is that you simply scared
any suitors away with your… er-"</p>
<p>"Charming personality?" Snape finished sardonically.</p>
<p>Maya giggled. "Yes," she said, "That."</p>
<p>"It is kind of you to say so, but there's no way of knowing," Snape said. "So you
understand the reasoning behind my outburst however misplaced it was?"</p>
<p>"Indeed," Maya said, "And I forgive you."</p>
<p>Snape sighed in relief. "I am glad to hear it," he said, "Now if you'll excuse me
–"</p>
<p>"Hold on," Maya said sternly.</p>
<p>Snape – who froze in the middle of rising from his seat – looked at her in
confusion before sitting back down. "My apologies," he said, "I'm not sure what else
you would wish to discuss and it's getting rather late."</p>
<p>"Don't you think I deserve an answer after all this?" Maya chided.</p>
<p>Snape blinked in confusion. "An answer?" he asked, "I don't recall you asking me a
question."</p>
<p>"Oh, for heaven's sake, Severus," Maya growled, "Let me say it again. I like you
–"</p>
<p>Snape felt himself flush.</p>
<p>"- I <em>really</em> like you, despite your occasional outburst," Maya continued,
"and I want to know if you feel the same way about me."</p>
<p>Snape frowned as he clasped his hands in front of him. He hadn't even given this
part of the conversation any thought, assuming that it would no longer be relevant.
Did he like Maya? Well, she was certainly an agreeable person to be around. But would
he be able to think of her the same way he did of – No. He didn't think he could.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Maya," he told her after a moment of silence. "But I don't think I do
right now."</p>
<p>Maya regarded him solemnly for a moment, then smiled. "For now, you say," she said
mischievously, "I sense a chance there."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled softly. "Perhaps," he said, "one day. Now, I shall take my leave
and allow you some rest."</p>
<p>"How kind of you," Maya told him, "Very well. Go on and get out of here."</p>
<p>She followed him to her door and opened it for him. Snape stepped out to leave
when Maya grabbed his hand and turned him around.</p>
<p>"Just one more thing," she said softly. Before Snape fully realized what happened,
Maya leaned forward, standing on her tippy toes and surprised Snape with a passionate
kiss that lasted no longer than a few seconds. "That's payback for what you did
before," she said, blushing fiercely. "Now we're even. See you tomorrow!"</p>
<p>Maya closed her door, leaving a befuddled Snape in the hallway. The feeling of her
lips on his would linger for several more hours.</p>
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<p>When Harry entered the great hall the next morning – flanked by Ron and Hermione –
he went to sit in their usual spot. He was much less upset than before and was now
thinking about what he could do to get Snape and Maya to make up when he looked at
the high table. As he did, his mouth all but fell open in surprise.</p>
<p>Snape and Maya were sitting next to each other, conversing enthusiastically. Maya
was brandishing a piece of toast as she told what was no doubt a fascinating tale
until a piece broke off and landed in Snape's coffee. Instead of scowling he simply
switched his cup with hers and then covered his new cup with a napkin.</p>
<p>"They look happy," Ron said when he noticed Harry staring. "I wonder what
happened."</p>
<p>"You and me both," Harry murmured incredulously.</p>
<p>When Snape caught Harry staring, he looked at him remorsefully and wrote something
on the cuff. Harry looked at his wrist when the piece of jewellery grew warmer.</p>
<p>'<em>We need to talk</em>.' It said.</p>
<p>"No kidding," Harry mumbled but he just nodded at Snape instead of writing a
response.</p>
<p>'<em>After class?</em>' Came the new sentence and Harry nodded his approval once
more.</p>
<p>"On speaking terms again?" Draco asked as he wiggled his way in-between Harry and
the Gryffindor girl sitting next to him.</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Harry asked innocently.</p>
<p>"Oh, don't pretend like there was nothing going on," Draco chided as he stole
Harry's last crumpet. "When Snape is in a bad mood, us Slytherins suffer. And let me
tell you: We suffered."</p>
<p>"And what makes you think his bad mood had anything to do with me?" Harry asked
curiously.</p>
<p>"Ah, your friends are terrible at keeping their mouths shut," Draco said
triumphantly. "Isn't that right, Granger?"</p>
<p>"Traitor," Harry chuckled, pointing an accusing croissant in Hermione's face.</p>
<p>"Doth thou threaten the fair lady?" Ron asked haughtily as he grabbed a croissant
of his own. "Then I must challenge thee to a duel to the death."</p>
<p>"Thou standeth not a chance!" Harry exclaimed as he knocked the croissant out of
Ron's hand with his own. "Thine blade is made from soiled oats while mine was made
from tempered grains. Thou hath lost. Fair lady –" he now directed his attention to
Hermione. "Thou art hereby claimeth."</p>
<p>Hermione took on a dramatic pose and spoke with a quivering voice: "Art thou truly
my saviour? Or hath thou killed my love? I shall not stand by your side for thou art
not mine, nor am I yours. Instead, here I shall lie, in the cold arms of my betrothed
and remember a time long since past when he and I were gladsome together."</p>
<p>"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron exclaimed, "That was brilliant."</p>
<p>"I must agree that that was rather lyrical," Draco said, slow-clapping softly for
the girl. "Well improvised."</p>
<p>Snape shook his head at the scene unfolding at the Gryffindor table. "This is your
fault, you know," he told Maya.</p>
<p>"How so?" Maya asked.</p>
<p>"Filling their heads with history," Snape huffed, "Back in my day, history class
was so boring that not one student would repeat its contents outside of class.
<em>Now</em> look at them!"</p>
<p>Snape gestured towards Draco who held a baguette underneath his arm, pretending to
be stabbed to death.</p>
<p>"What can I say?" Maya said, "History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes
with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness. It has always attracted youngsters to its
beauty."</p>
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<p>When Harry reached Snape's quarters later that evening, he didn't dare simply come
in. So instead, he politely knocked.</p>
<p>"Enter," he heard Snape say and so he did.</p>
<p>Snape sat waiting for him, a steaming pot of tea at the ready – because of course
– accompanied by several slices of treacle tart. Harry looked suspiciously at his
favourite treat as a crooked smile found its way to his lips.</p>
<p>"Have a seat, Harry," Snape urged. His voice was not harsh or demanding. It seemed
to be careful and soothing. So Harry obeyed. Not that he would've childishly kept
standing had he not liked the circumstances, mind you.</p>
<p>"I have quite a lot to tell you," Snape said, "And I'm not entirely sure what to
say first."</p>
<p>"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Harry said, doing his best to sound teasing.</p>
<p>Apparently, it had worked because Snape relaxed somewhat and smiled. "As you say,"
he said, "Then let me begin by apologising. I should never have said what I said to
you. Not only was it untrue but to use your history against you in such a manner was
appalling."</p>
<p>Harry nodded. "I admit that it was very disconcerting," he said.</p>
<p>"I can imagine," Snape said, "I was angry because of recent events and didn't
think before I spoke. I will make sure not to make that same mistake again."</p>
<p>"And if you do?" Harry asked, raising one eyebrow.</p>
<p>"If I do, I give you permission to curse me," Snape said solemnly, "No
unforgivables, though."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "Shame," he said, "But I suppose that I'll forgive you. As long as
you promise to treat me to treacle tart more often."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "I can do that."</p>
<p>Harry relaxed somewhat and leaned back comfortably in his chair. "So, I've noticed
you and Professor bell get along a lot better again," he said smartly, "Any
developments I should be aware of?" The smirk on his face resembled that of a
Cheshire cat.</p>
<p>"Get your mind out of the gutter, brat," Snape said sternly, "Nothing happened. I
simply went to her chambers to apologise."</p>
<p>"To her chambers?" Harry repeated with a growing interest, "Why would you not
simply go to her office?"</p>
<p>"It was late," Snape replied, "She had already retired for the night."</p>
<p>"How convenient," Harry teased; "And what did you do in her private chambers?"</p>
<p>Snape stared at Harry blankly. "Stop regarding me with that filthy teenage mind of
yours," he said. "Nothing happened. We talked it over. I apologised. We agreed that a
more intimate relationship is not going to happen and then we both went our separate
ways."</p>
<p>Harry seemed almost disappointed with that bit of information. "Seriously?" he
asked. "This very attractive, funny and intelligent woman takes an interest in you
and you say no? Honestly, you must have some pretty high standards."</p>
<p>Snape smiled sadly. "That I do," he said, then quickly tried to change the
subject. "Now, if you would please tell me about the last experiment you did with the
potion? Professor Slughorn told me all about it but his lack of insight into
Occlumency rendered some parts of his explanation somewhat incoherent."</p>
<p>"Well, it was all a lot more focused," Harry said, eager to steer away from the
uncomfortable subject himself. "I was able to see just one spirit instead of a whole
army. But her touch was still chilly – I'm not sure if I can fix that – and I could
still not hear her."</p>
<p>"Who did you see?" Snape inquired.</p>
<p>Harry glanced up at Snape guiltily as he remembered what he had told the man
during their fight. "I saw mum," he said, "and she was rather cross with me even
though I couldn't hear her."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled fondly. "That does sound like her," he said. "It sounds like you're
very close to a breakthrough."</p>
<p>"I think so," Harry said. "Now I just need to figure out what to change. What
about all of this isn't powerful enough? The potion seemed to like everything I
offered it…"</p>
<p>Snape quirked an eyebrow. "You're talking about it as if it were sentient," he
said.</p>
<p>"In a way, it is," Harry said. "Not sentient like you or me or even Hedwig but it
feels as if it acts on instinct. Or perhaps <em>reacts</em> on instinct."</p>
<p>"Then I suggest you re-evaluate your offerings," Snape grinned, "Can't have the
Umbral Locum be displeased, now can we?"</p>
<p>Harry knew that Snape was joking but at the mention of the word 'offerings', a
cold chill crept down his spine.</p>
<p>"Oh no," he groaned. His legs felt like they were made of jelly and if he hadn't
been sitting down, he was sure that he would have crumbled. The blood had drained
from his face.</p>
<p>"Is something wrong?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>Harry heard the voice but didn't register its meaning as he stared at his folded
hands, thinking of the consequences of his discovery.</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape prompted again.</p>
<p>"I know what's wrong with it," Harry explained. "I know why it's not working.
You're right. My offering wasn't good enough."</p>
<p>"What are you talking about?"</p>
<p>"It's blood," Harry then said. "The potion needs blood."</p>
<p>Snape regarded Harry in a calculating manner. "If that is the case," he said
softly, "Does that bother you?"</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked, chuckling grimly, "That the potion I created is going to end
up being dark magic?"</p>
<p>Snape clicked his tongue in annoyance. "It is not wise to jump to that conclusion,
merely because one of the ingredients ends up being blood. Does the potion feel dark
to you?"</p>
<p>"I don't think so," Harry said decidedly. "I think it's a matter of balance. This
potion works so well with innate magic. If you hadn't taught it to me, I don't think
I could've ever gotten this far, really. And I'm starting to think that a sufficient
amount of blood might bring the whole concoction into harmony. I know it sounds a bit
strange," Harry chuckled when he felt a sudden kinship with Luna, "but I really think
this is good. Not bad."</p>
<p>Once more, Snape regarded Harry carefully and then smiled. "If only I had realised
just what a knack you have for potions during your first years," he said. "That
natural raw talent of yours combined with your inherent understanding of the flow of
things is a mixture to be reckoned with."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "I learned from the best though, didn't I?" he said.</p>
<p>"From whom?" Snape teased. "Professor Slughorn?"</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes. "You really want me to come out and say it, don't you?"</p>
<p>"Oh, how that would please me," Snape said evenly.</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry said evenly. "You're the best."</p>
<p>"What's that?" Snape asked silkily. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that."</p>
<p>"You're the best Potions Master," Harry admitted annoyedly.</p>
<p>Snape ruffled Harry's hair and grinned. "And don't you forget it, brat," he said
fondly.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 33</strong></p>
<p class='c1'><em>More Magical Maladies Manifest in Muggles</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>St Mungo's reports a staggering amount of muggles to be admitted to
their premises. There have been reports about numerous illnesses including but not
limited to Dragon Pox; Cerebrumous Spattergroit and the black cat flue. While usually
very treatable in wizards, our magical cures seem to not have the same effect on the
muggles in our care.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>There have also been reports of a new malady that is highly
contagious and supremely lethal. So far, no cure has been invented for what doctors
now call '</em><em><strong>the Dissolving Sweats'</strong></em><em>. Reportedly, the
muggles' organs are slowly dissolving from within after which the muggle expulses the
destroyed tissue by sweating profusely.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>For now, the unknown disease has stayed contained within the muggle
population but we still advise caution. Dr Lovegood asks that if anyone should you
notice any muggle in their neighbourhood that is experiencing sudden weight loss;
hair loss; vomiting and general weakness, they should notify St Mungo's
immediately.<br/></em></p>
<p>Harry closed the paper with a frown and looked at Hermione. She looked very pale
and her hands were shaking.</p>
<p>"Hermione," Harry asked, "are you okay?"</p>
<p>"Just worried," Hermione replied. "This epidemic seems to be getting worse and
worse. Do you have any idea how many muggles have died so far?"</p>
<p>"They didn't say," Harry replied, scouring the article again to make sure he
didn't just miss it.</p>
<p>"No, they didn't," Hermione said. "They don't want to cause a panic. But the
muggles obviously know that something is up and they report hundreds of deaths
already."</p>
<p>Harry looked at the high table where Dumbledore was reading the muggle paper
'<em>The Sunday Times'</em> with a concerned frown. Snape was rapping his fingers on
the table as he seemed to be deep in thought.</p>
<p>"I'm sure your parents will be fine," Ron said. "They're doctors, aren't
they?"</p>
<p>"Dentists," Hermione sniffed.</p>
<p>"Tooth doctors, right!" Ron exclaimed. "I'm sure that they know how to stay
healthy."</p>
<p>Hermione shrugged. "I suppose," she said. "They <em>would</em> know how to stay
away from any contagious people and to wash their hands frequently. They do know what
to look out for."</p>
<p>"There you go," Ron grinned, "They will be fine. And you'll see. Someone will find
a cure very soon."</p>
<p>"I sure hope so," Harry mumbled, "because, at this rate, Voldemort will still be
getting what he wanted, even though he's dead."</p>
<p>"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I was just thinking out loud. I'll ask Severus about it
later. He's a Potions Master so surely he has some idea of what's going on or what to
do."</p>
<p>This brought a hopeful smile to Hermione's face. "I suppose you're right," she
said, finally taking a few bites of her food.</p>
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<p>"What do you make of this epidemic?" Harry asked Snape once he got them alone.
"any ideas?"</p>
<p>"It is quite odd," Snape replied. "It almost seems as if this is some sort of
attack."</p>
<p>"Biological warfare?" Harry suggested.</p>
<p>"Quite so," Snape agreed. "While the magical community has grown resistant to most
of the well-known maladies that are going around, the muggles have no such
resistance. That's why it's killing them too easily."</p>
<p>"And the dissolving sweats?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"That is the enigma," Snape admitted. "It almost seems like some sort of horrid
combination of a number of maladies that we are already familiar with. Some sort of
unholy offspring, if you will."</p>
<p>"So someone is targeting muggles," Harry growled.</p>
<p>"I think that it is no coincidence that this new illness does not seem to affect
magical folk," Snape said thoughtfully. "Something in their biological make-up makes
the muggles vulnerable against this attack. Something that we are protected against.
Of course, this is all speculation."</p>
<p>Snape sighed deeply. "For all we know, it is only a matter of time before the
first wizard or witch is affected by this horrid disease. But I honestly don't think
that will happen."</p>
<p>"Do you have any idea of where they stand on making a cure?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"The guild is working on it," Snape told Harry. "Dr Lovegood, in particular, is
hard at work, though I imagine he has his hands full trying to keep the muggles
alive."</p>
<p>"Hermione is worried," Harry said.</p>
<p>Snape nodded. "I imagine that all muggle-borns and half-bloods with muggles in
their families are concerned," he said. "But I assure you that the magical community
is doing the best they can."</p>
<p>"Are <em>you</em> trying to come up with something?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Snape shook his head. "Not right now," he said. "As you are well aware, I have
other duties to attend to. Besides, I do not have a sample of the disease and I will
not be bringing one into Hogwarts just to attempt something that my colleagues are
already working on."</p>
<p>"But <em>you're</em> better," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "When it comes to diseases at least, I assure you that Dr Lovegood
is more proficient than I am."</p>
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<p>Harry cursed himself for his lack of forbearance as he walked out of the main gate
and into the direction of the forbidden forest. He would not need to venture in too
deeply but he hoped that he would be able to find some recently deceased thestrals.
He had run out of thestral hooves for his potion and seeing how they were quite
critical to make the concoction work, he decided to try and harvest some himself.</p>
<p>If there weren't any available he would have to order them but that could take a
while and Harry wanted to wait as little as possible.</p>
<p>As he walked into the edge of the arboreal enclosure, Harry slowed down his pace
and tried to walk as softly as he possibly could. It would not do to spook the herd
before he even got to them.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Harry."</p>
<p>Harry all but jumped out of his skin when he was suddenly addressed out of the
blue. Instinctively, he had drawn his wand and whirled around to come face to face
with Luna. She was hanging upside down from a low-hanging branch, holding on tight
with her legs. Her arms were dangling down much like her hair was but she raised one
hand to wave at Harry unnecessarily.</p>
<p>"Luna," Harry said," You nearly gave me a heart attack!"</p>
<p>Luna smiled serenely. "It's quite alright," she said, "Your heart is strong."</p>
<p>"Thanks, I guess," Harry said, "But what are you doing here?"</p>
<p>"I'm looking for the Spotted Snurcax," she said matter-of-factly.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said slowly," And why are you upside down?"</p>
<p>"To <em>find</em> the snurcax, you need to <em>become</em> the snurcax," Luna
replied easily, "And very much like bats and possums, the spotted snurcax likes to
view this world entirely upside down. Very unlike the striped snurcax, mind you."</p>
<p>Harry smiled fondly and shook his head at the blonde. "If you say so, Luna," he
said, "Say, have you seen the thestral herd anywhere near here lately?"</p>
<p>"Of course," Luna said, "They are at the creek right now. The morning breeze makes
them thirsty, you see?"</p>
<p>"The creek?" Harry asked thoughtfully, "I didn't know there was one here."</p>
<p>"I think you never looked hard enough," Luna said, "People often miss things that
cross their paths, simply because it's not on their mind. But I can show you where it
is if you'd like."</p>
<p>"I wouldn't want to disturb your search for the er…"</p>
<p>"Spotted snurcax," Luna supplied, "Don't worry. They'll be here all year."</p>
<p>"Thanks," Harry said, offering Luna his hand. "Be careful coming down, okay?"</p>
<p>"Thank you, Harry," Luna said as she took Harry's hand and gracefully dropped down
from the branch. "Aren't you just my knight in shining armour?"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled, "Without the armour, you mean."</p>
<p>"And without the horse," Luna added, "Is that why you're looking for the
thestrals?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry said, "I was just looking for one that might have recently died. I
need their hooves."</p>
<p>"For your potion," Luna said.</p>
<p>"For my potion," Harry agreed, "So, what do you think?"</p>
<p>"Of the potion or the thestrals?" Luna asked, "Or a peculiar combination of the
both of them?"</p>
<p>"The thestrals," Harry clarified, "Have any of them died recently?"</p>
<p>"I don't think so," Luna said dreamily, "But maybe if you ask them nicely, they
might give you what you need." Her eyes shone with such clarity and determination
that Harry did not dare question her.</p>
<p>"Okay," he said somewhat doubtfully, "I'll do that."</p>
<p>"You have grown," Luna suddenly said as they kept walking into the forbidden
forest, ducking underneath overhanging branches as they went.</p>
<p>"Have I?" Harry asked, "I'm still not as tall as Ron, I think."</p>
<p>Luna chuckled. "Perhaps not that literally," she said, "I meant it in a spiritual
way. I can see that you have a greater understanding of yourself."</p>
<p>"Well, I have been getting a lot better at Occlumency," Harry told her, "Maybe
that's what you mean?"</p>
<p>"Perhaps," Luna replied. She clasped her hands behind her back and started
skipping ahead of Harry who quickened his pace to keep up with her. They reached a
clearing in which a creek streamed calmly. Surrounding the waters stood the herd of
thestrals. Some of them raised their heads and looked at the intruders thoughtfully
before deeming them safe and going back to their drinking and grazing.</p>
<p>"Hello, Sunspot," Luna greeted as she approached a certain mare, "And how are you
doing today? Has your hip gotten better at all?"</p>
<p>Sunspot tapped the ground with her foot a couple of times before bucking and
pushing her nose into Luna's outstretched hand.</p>
<p>"Oh, that is so good to hear," Luna said happily, "I do hope that you'll be more
careful from now on."</p>
<p>Harry looked around but saw no signs of any of the thestrals being sick or dying.
He sighed to himself. It was probably better this way. Luna might not have taken it
well had they stumbled upon a body.</p>
<p>"Go on," Luna goaded, "Ask Blueberry to help you. He's standing over there." Luna
pointed toward one of the larger thestrals that stood proudly on top of a small hill,
his wings folded neatly at his flanks. He appeared to be standing guard while the
rest of the herd grazed.</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "You mean for me to just go up to him and… ask for his hooves?"</p>
<p>"That would be a strange thing to do," Luna noted, "Just ask him to help you."</p>
<p>Harry did not think that would be any less strange but he couldn't help but trust
Luna. She had – after all – clearly bonded with the herd. She must know what she's
doing. So Harry carefully walked towards the stallion that watched his approach
carefully but without backing down.</p>
<p>"Hello," Harry said uneasily.</p>
<p>"His name is Blueberry," Luna advised as she threw her arms around a foal,
scratching its chest.</p>
<p>Harry cleared his throat and tried again. "Hello, Blueberry," he said, "I'm
brewing a potion to be able to talk to the people I have lost."</p>
<p>Blueberry regarded him carefully and for a moment, Harry almost believed that it
could actually understand him. He glanced behind him to see Luna sitting down in the
grass as a thestral nudged her carefully with its nose before lying down next to
her.</p>
<p>"So, I was wondering if you could help me in its creation somehow?" Harry finally
said.</p>
<p>For a moment, Harry and Blueberry regarded each other, neither one of them moving
even though Harry desperately wanted to move back. But then, the proud stallion
turned around and started swishing its tail rather wildly until several hairs
dislodged from it.</p>
<p>Harry understood the message immediately and gathered as many of the hairs as he
could into the pouch he had brought along for this purpose. When Blueberry started
bucking at him, Harry moved back a few steps.</p>
<p>"Thank you, Blueberry," he said solemnly before turning away and searching for
Luna again. The girl was crouching next to the creek, a smile on her face. Harry
approached her and went to stand next to her. He stared into the water and saw their
reflection.</p>
<p>"Did you ever wonder if the person in the water is real, and you're just a
reflection of him?" Luna asked seriously.</p>
<p>"I really hope that <em>I'm</em> the one who is real," Harry replied, "Otherwise,
everything we've been through was for nothing."</p>
<p>"Well, if you want to be sure…" Luna said. She used her hands to form a makeshift
cup and scooped some of the water up. Then she got up and opened her hands above
Harry's head, effectively dousing him with the liquid.</p>
<p>"Luna!" he exclaimed, startled by the cold water, "What are you doing?"</p>
<p>"It would appear that you are still you," Luna said easily, "So that means that I
am still me."</p>
<p>"Are you sure?" Harry asked mischievously, not about to be outdone by the
Ravenclaw. He didn't quite bother with decorum and simply splashed some water in
Luna's direction. She was either too slow to dodge or simply didn't want to. Either
way, she too was soon soaked.</p>
<p>"That is quite refreshing," she said, smiling brightly. "So what do you see
now?"</p>
<p>If Harry had seen the suspicious-looking glint in Luna's eyes, he probably
wouldn't have looked away. But he did. And Luna – in a moment of Slytherin clarity –
nudged Harry just strongly enough to throw him off balance. Harry – whose reflexes
were superior to those of Luna – swirled as he fell, grabbing the first thing he
could to try and keep himself upright. When that something ended up being Luna's arm,
they both ended up falling into the creek, disturbing its waters and chasing off some
of the younger thestrals.</p>
<p>For a moment, Harry sat there feeling quite shocked. Water dripped down from his
drenched hair and into his face. He half sat, half lay into the cold water,
scrambling to find his glasses when he noticed his movements were restricted since
Luna was now laying on top of him, where she had landed. She looked at him with a
serene smile on her face, her eyes darting to his hair ever so slightly.</p>
<p>"You have a frog on your head," she said sweetly. Harry chuckled and Luna moved
her hand to his head as to remove the frog. But when it hopped away on its own, she
settled her hand against Harry's cheek and tapped his nose with her own.</p>
<p>"You are absolutely extraordinary," she whispered.</p>
<p>Harry inhaled sharply as he realized at that moment just how much Luna meant to
him. With a rush of courage, he pressed his lips against hers, gently putting a hand
in her neck as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.</p>
<p>When she stroked his hair and deepened the kiss, he realized that he felt truly
happy.</p>
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<p>Harry had never felt more excited in his life. Even the day he first came to
Hogwarts didn't feel like this. He completed the containment field and shivered when
he sensed its dome engulf him once more. He didn't know why he felt like this but
something told him that today would be the day. He would finally be able to finish
the Umbral Locum.</p>
<p>He felt like a composer as he worked on the potion. The honey mead simmered
pleasantly, the tendrils of magic stretching all around him. He revived the ghost
pipe with his innate magic before adding it to the brew. He added the burned jackal
fur as he would add pepper to a juicy steak. He stirred the potion with the practised
and precise movements of a master.</p>
<p>Harry wasn't even remotely distracted by Snape waiting patiently at the other side
of the alchemical circle. In fact, he even forgot that the man was there. He relished
in the silence that was now his own and felt invigorated by the colours of magic all
around him as they were revealed by the circle. This felt right.</p>
<p>Harry tossed in the carefully peeled bark of the weeping willow and quickly added
the moth wings before the bark was completely immersed. The crow feathers he dipped
in honey made specifically from Gorse flowers before adding them to the concoction as
he stirred.</p>
<p>Swirling colours of purple, red, green and orange seemed to spur him on as he
stirred and added, chopped and diced. He monitored the fire like a mother would her
sleeping child and reacted every time it seemed to change. Not a thing went
wrong.</p>
<p>The heat that rose from the cauldron drew Harry into a warm embrace. The popping
of small bubbles sounded almost like the ringing of bells and the scent that emerged
from the fumes reminded Harry of a warm spring day after it rained.</p>
<p>As he stirred, the fluid turned clear while the differently coloured strands of
magic swirled inside until a whirlpool of explosive colour seemed to rise from the
cauldron, swirling chaotically and yet very controlled.</p>
<p>Harry knew that he was very nearly there. This time he would succeed for sure. He
grabbed the knife he had gotten from Snape for Christmas and was about to cut into
his hand when the energies around him seemed to break and crackle. Harry couldn't say
how he knew this but he understood that the potion did not want <em>him</em> to
personalize it. No, not him. Not this time.</p>
<p>A tongue of green magic lashed out at the containment field, in the direction that
Snape was sitting. Apparently, the dark Potions Master saws nothing as extraordinary
as Harry was for he was just sitting there, watching intently but completely
relaxed.</p>
<p>Harry smiled when he realized the magic's objective.</p>
<p>He locked gazes with Snape and beckoned for him to come nearer. Snape frowned but
did so. He stepped closer until he was at the edge of the containment field. He could
not pass it.</p>
<p>Orange wisps danced around Harry's wrist as he stretched out his hand. It breached
the circle as he held it out towards Snape. After a moment's consideration, Snape
took Harry's hand in his. Harry held on tightly and gently tugged on Snape's wrist,
urging the man to step forward. Purple magic was practically licking at the breach
Harry had created, almost begging to be allowed to welcome the newcomer as if it was
an excited pet.</p>
<p>Snape allowed Harry to guide him inside and stepped through the breach. When he
was inside of the alchemical circle, it sealed itself off completely once more.
Snape's eyes widened as he took in the display that was dancing magic, a whirlpool of
colour emanating from the cauldron and the scents of happy days longs since past.</p>
<p>"Harry," he said. "This is amazing."</p>
<p>Harry smiled knowingly. "This is the creation of Umbral Locum," he said. "This is
the connection between the planes."</p>
<p>Magic of all colour was dancing around Snape, gently playing with his hair and
cloak, making it seem as if Snape was facing a strong wind. He allowed the magic's
embrace and chuckled when a particularly devious strand of red magic tugged at his
sleeve.</p>
<p>"Why have you called me in here?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"The potion does not want me to take it this time," Harry said.</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"It's hard to explain," Harry said. "But I've been brewing like this for a while
now. I've been communicating with the innate magic of all the ingredients that go
into this potion and I <em>know</em> that in a way it is sentient. And right now,
it's telling me that it chooses you."</p>
<p>"But are you certain about this?" Snape asked. "This is your creation and I know
there are people you want to see."</p>
<p>Harry smiled. "I will get my chance," he said. "For today, this is how it has to
be."</p>
<p>He handed Snape his knife – heft first – and waited patiently for the man to take
it. Snape regarded Harry carefully before taking the knife from him.</p>
<p>"How much blood will it take?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"I imagine that it depends on the circumstances," Harry replied, knowing that it
was so. "I will tell you when to stop. For now, just cut your hand and open it above
the cauldron."</p>
<p>Snape faced the colourful creation and dutifully cut his hand without even
flinching. He watched the blood slide down his palm and drip into the cauldron. As it
did, the clear solution underneath the whirlpool changed colour.</p>
<p>"More," Harry encouraged, watching alongside Snape as the colour was still
changing.</p>
<p>More blood was sucked into the cauldron, the whirlpool doing a fine job of
stirring it just right.</p>
<p>"Just a bit more," Harry said when about a cup of blood had been added. "Just a
few more drops I think. Okay, stop."</p>
<p>Snape closed his hand and withdrew it. He would cast a healing spell once the
potion could no longer be disrupted by the magic.</p>
<p>The whirlpool slowly dissipated to reveal the Umbral Locum below it. It was
burgundy in colour and smelled of herbs and spices. The amount was scarcely enough to
fill one vial. The magics that had surrounded Harry up until this point all vanished
and soon, there was nothing there but silence.</p>
<p>"It's complete," Harry said, feeling incredibly exhausted. He broke the
containment field and sat down heavily into a chair. When he looked at Snape again,
he almost laughed when he saw how confused the man looked.</p>
<p>"What's wrong?" Harry asked, "Didn't you ever see a potion before?"</p>
<p>"I have," Snape said evenly, "But never one that was anchored to me in such a
specific and fantastic manner. I can't help but feel honoured."</p>
<p>"The honour is all mine," Harry said. "Now, don't keep me waiting. I want to know
if it worked or not."</p>
<p>"You want me to drink this?" Snape asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"It's not poison," Harry chuckled, "What are you afraid of?"</p>
<p>The expression on Snape's face revealed nothing but Harry could take a wild
guess.</p>
<p>"You will only find what you need," Harry urged. "Please. I know you can do
it."</p>
<p>"Okay," Snape conceded. "I will."</p>
<p>"I would sit down on the floor if I were you," Harry advised. "Unless you want to
end up with a cracked tailbone or anything."</p>
<p>"I would rather not," Snape said as he sat down as gracefully as he could.</p>
<p>"Don't forget to occlude," Harry pointed out. Snape sneered at him but did so. And
then, he drank the potion.</p>
<p>Years of training Occlumency and Legilimency did not prepare him for this moment.
He wouldn't have been able to stop the sensation, even if he had wanted to. It almost
felt like apparition, though instead of feeling a hook behind his belly button, he
felt one behind his mind.</p>
<p>Before he knew it, he landed near the river in Spinner's End, staring at a piece
of wood from the yew tree as it drifted past. And for a small moment, he wondered if
he perhaps <em>had</em> apparated after all. Until he heard a painfully familiar
voice.</p>
<p>"Hello, Sev."</p>
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<p><em><strong>I will not be updating tomorrow</strong> for the sole reason that I
wanted chapter 34 to be the finisher of the week. I know, I know, you all hate me for
doing this but I'm asking you to wait just one more day!</em></p>
<p><em>Please do let me know what you think. Many things happened this chapter. I'm
sure you have one or two things to say!</em></p>
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<p><em>It's nice to see how anticipated this chapter is. I hope it's worth the small
wait. For those interested, I suggest listening to <strong>River flows in
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 34</strong></p>
<p>Snape whirled around to come face to face with Lily Evans. Or rather, Lily Potter.
Her brilliantly green eyes seemed to shimmer with happiness as she looked at him. Her
long red hair framed her face oh so very perfectly and the smile that graced her lips
was the most beautiful thing Snape had ever seen.</p>
<p>"Lily," Snape said breathlessly. "Is it really you?"</p>
<p>"In the flesh," Lily said brightly. "Well, on second thought that's not really
true is it?"</p>
<p>Lily grinned as Snape stood stammering. "You can laugh now," Lily teased. "That
was funny."</p>
<p>"You look exactly the same as you did when I last saw you," Snape said
reverently.</p>
<p>"Ah yes," Lily said knowingly. "It's one of the benefits of dying young. You'll
look forever beautiful. Not very good for the skin, though."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled wryly. "I can't believe this worked," he said.</p>
<p>"Did you have so little faith in my son, Sev?" Lily asked. "I've been told that he
learned from the best."</p>
<p>"I know what he was doing," Snape said. "And I know what he was trying to
accomplish but I dared not hope."</p>
<p>Lily regarded him sadly. "Come with me," she said. "Let's go to our usual
spot."</p>
<p>"Our usual spot is gone," Snape said. "It was destroyed many years ago."</p>
<p>"You forget the power of our memories," Lily said easily. "I know that I can find
it. You just need to follow."</p>
<p>Lily took Snape's hand in his. Her touch was warm. There was no cold sensation
accompanying it as Harry had described before. Snape squeezed gently, never wanting
to let go again. She led him past the river, ducking under branches and past
shrubberies that Snape knew were no longer there. Eventually, Lily let go of Snape's
hand to duck and crawl underneath a hedge of particularly thick bushes. Snape
followed only to end up in a familiar clearing. One that hadn't been around for many
a year but was remembered fondly nonetheless.</p>
<p>It was small but it was theirs. Theirs alone. Not even Petunia had known about
this clearing.</p>
<p>"Sit with me," Lily invited as she patted the grass next to her. Snape sat down,
noticing the warmth Lily exuded as he sat so very close to her.</p>
<p>"I do believe we have many things to talk about," Lily said. "Which is why we
asked Harry to allow you this potion."</p>
<p>"You asked him to?" Snape said.</p>
<p>Lily smiled. "We were around," she said, "as we always are. And we guided him
throughout the process."</p>
<p>"<em>That's</em> why the potion appeared sentient," Snape said.</p>
<p>"We merely gave him a small nudge," Lily explained. "And none of the spirits he
tried to contact were malicious. We just feel that we know better than the living who
needs to talk to us. After all, we see more of what goes on in your minds than you
do."</p>
<p>"And you thought I needed to talk to you more than Harry did?" Snape asked
incredulously.</p>
<p>"Harry has come a very long way," Lily said fondly. "His life has been coated in
darkness for a long time. But since you took him in and saw him for what he really
is, light has been the dominant factor in his life. Unfortunately, the same can't be
said for you."</p>
<p>"He deserves to be happy," Snape said.</p>
<p>"So do you!" Lily exclaimed. "Even if you don't think that's true."</p>
<p>"You died because of me," Snape said sullenly as he leaned back. "All because of
that ridiculous prophecy. And even when I knew the Dark Lord was after you, I
couldn't protect you."</p>
<p>"None of us could have known that Peter would betray us," Lily said soothingly.
She wrapped an arm around Snape's waist and put her head on his shoulder.</p>
<p>"I should have –"</p>
<p>"Shoulda coulda woulda," Lily chided, "I will not allow you to wallow in self-pity
any longer. If I – Lily Evans – don't deem you responsible for the death of Lily
Evans, then by Merlin, you are not responsible for the death of Lily Evans!"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled as he relished the weight of Lily's head on his shoulder. He
desperately wanted to embrace her but didn't think it appropriate to do so.</p>
<p>"I need to thank you, really," Lily said in a softer tone. "You took in Harry when
he needed you most. James and I are very grateful to you for that."</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "Unlikely," he said.</p>
<p>"I swear!" Lily said in indignation. "Cross my heart and hope to die."</p>
<p>Snape groaned painfully.</p>
<p>"Okay," Lily chuckled, "No more death jokes. I'm sorry. But it's true, you know? I
know that you and James didn't see eye to eye when you were younger but he grew up.
And I know you did, as well."</p>
<p>"Did I?" Snape asked. "I tormented your son for years, simply because James was
his father."</p>
<p>Lily let Snape go and shot him an exasperated look. "I know what you're doing, you
know," she said smartly. "You're trying to convince me that I should be upset with
you so you can keep telling yourself that you deserve all the bad things that happen
to you."</p>
<p>"That is absurd," Snape growled, tugging at some grass beneath his closed
fist.</p>
<p>"Yes, it is," Lily said knowingly. "So knock it off. You made Harry the happiest
he's been since he was left on my sister's doorstep. And sure, you have your faults
as does everyone. But I assure you that we have forgiven you."</p>
<p>"Does that include the mutt?" Snape asked sardonically.</p>
<p>Lily laughed. It was a wonderful sound and Snape never wanted to part with it
again.</p>
<p>"I'll admit that he was less than happy when he found out that you took Harry in,"
Lily said in a conspiring tone of voice. "But that had more to do with jealousy than
anything else."</p>
<p>Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. Lily laughed again, picked some blades of grass
and dropped them on top of Snape's head. "Okay fine," she conceded. "Sirius still
doesn't like you but you can't be everyone's friend."</p>
<p>"I only wanted to be yours," Snape sighed and stared at a beetle scurrying around
in front of him. "I never cared about anyone else."</p>
<p>Lily looked at him sadly. "I know," she said. She placed a warm hand on Snape's
cheek and forced him to look at her. When obsidian met emerald, Snape's heart nearly
stopped. He so desperately wanted to stay here forever. To be with her.</p>
<p>"I miss you," he said. "The feeling never goes away. I dream of your laughter, of
your hand in mine. I dream of what I wish could have been."</p>
<p>Lily sighed as she placed a comforting hand on Snape's knee. "It does not become
you to remain stuck in the past," she said.</p>
<p>"I just can't stop wondering," Snape said grimly. He placed his hand on top of
Lily's and looked at her. Merlin, she looked so real. So alive. She felt so warm and
she smelled of that bottle of perfume he once brewed her.</p>
<p>"Wondering what?" Lily asked, smiling knowingly.</p>
<p>"Had I never called you… that and more importantly, had I never joined the death
eaters, would we –" he swallowed thickly as he did his best to gather his courage.
Lily simply smiled at him reassuringly, clenching his knee just a bit tighter. "Would
we have had a chance?"</p>
<p>"Is that really something you would like to know?" Lily asked.</p>
<p>"It is," Snape said. "Not knowing is the worst of it. And I'm not sure if I'll get
another chance after this."</p>
<p>Lily regarded him carefully for a moment, then playfully swept her hair back. She
used to do that a lot, Snape remembered. "</p>
<p>"I loved you," Lily said simply. Honestly. "And had our cards been dealt
differently, I'm sure that I would have ended up with you rather than with James. But
in this lifetime, it was not meant to be."</p>
<p>Snape grimaced painfully. "So it was truly all my own fault," he said. "Had I not
been so stupid, you would've –"</p>
<p>Lily placed her index finger on Snape's lips to stop him from talking.</p>
<p>"It's impossible to know what might have been," Lily told him. "And speculation of
the past is the worst enemy of the future. I need you to move past all of this."</p>
<p>"But how could I ever move past you?" Snape asked desperately. "You are everything
to me!"</p>
<p>"My dear, darling Severus," Lily said kindly. "You have moved heaven and earth to
do right by me and eventually by Harry. You have done all that you can for me. And
now, there is only one more thing I desperately want you to do for me."</p>
<p>"Anything," Snape breathed.</p>
<p>"Do you promise you will do your best to fulfil my request?"</p>
<p>"I swear it," Snape said.</p>
<p>Lily smiled as she pressed her forehead against Snape's. "I want you to let me go,
dear friend." She said. "Unpause your life for me."</p>
<p>She wrapped her arms around Snape's neck and embraced him lovingly. "You deserve
all good things that are coming to you. And I forbid you from sabotaging yourself any
longer. Do you hear me?"</p>
<p>"I hear you," Snape said softly. He hesitantly reciprocated the embrace.</p>
<p>"I'll haunt you if you do," Lily said fondly. "I don't know how that would work,
but I'll find out."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "I'm sure you would," he said. "You've always been exceptionally
clever."</p>
<p>"Clever girls do seem to be your type," Lily said. She drew back and winked at
Snape. "So, tell me about this Maya."</p>
<p>"There's nothing to tell," Snape said.</p>
<p>"Come now," Lily teased, "I know she kissed you and I know very well how that made
you feel."</p>
<p>"Regardless, she is not you," Snape pointed out.</p>
<p>"No, she's not," Lily agreed, "<em>I</em> am me, and she is her." She sighed and
tousled Snape's hair. "It's really not fair to compare the living to the dead you
know. The dead don't make mistakes."</p>
<p>"She's just a friend," Snape insisted.</p>
<p>"A fried you like to get a bit drunk with," Lily giggled. "A friend that was all
over you last Christmas."</p>
<p>"It appears you and your son share the same confusion about what inebriation does
to people," Snape said sardonically.</p>
<p>"Oh come on!" Lily huffed, "It's not like I'm going to tell anyone your secrets.
Just admit that you like her already." She stretched out her arms and fell backwards
to lay in the damp grass.</p>
<p>Snape joined her and stared up at the clouds. One floated past that looked
suspiciously like a Snallygaster. Snape snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes.</p>
<p>A long but comfortable silence stretched between the two of them when Snape spoke
again.</p>
<p>"I'll admit," he said slowly, "that I do sense some form of attraction towards
her." He felt almost ashamed to admit this to Lily.</p>
<p>Lily snorted before breaking down into giggles. "Some form of attraction?" she
asked as she slapped Snape playfully on the shoulder. "Would it really be that much
harder to just say that you like her?"</p>
<p>Snape sighed exasperatedly. "Fine," he snarled. "I like her!"</p>
<p>"Yes!" Lily exclaimed victoriously. "Sirius owes me ten galleons!"</p>
<p>Snape turned his head to look at the redhead incredulously. "I don't know what
matter to address first," he said. "The fact that you made a bet with the mutt
concerning my interests or that you seem to still be using currency."</p>
<p>"We don't," Lily said, "But it's still fun to bet. And we have to do
<em>something</em> around here!"</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape agreed. "We wouldn't want you to go out and haunt people."</p>
<p>"What do you like about her?" Lily asked.</p>
<p>"Lil!" Snape exclaimed, "I really don't feel comfortable getting into this right
now."</p>
<p>Lily snorted. "For one, she is hot!" she said, counting on her fingers.</p>
<p>Snape stared at her wide-eyed. "That is –"</p>
<p>"What?" Lily interrupted, "Not at all what you're interested in? Please, you're a
man. Don't forget that I've seen what's in your mind."</p>
<p>"Who knew that it would take <em>death</em> for you to learn Legilimency," Snape
chuckled.</p>
<p>Lily grinned broadly in return. "Was that a <em>joke</em>, Severus Snape?" she
asked. "Surely, hell has frozen over. Perhaps I should go check."</p>
<p>Snape couldn't help it. The comment wasn't even all that funny but combined with
the close proximity of his oldest friend made him erupt into laughter. It was loud
and inelegant and soon Lily joined him, the occasional snort from either one of them
interrupting the mad chuckles.</p>
<p>"Thank you, Lily," Snape said when he had calmed down.</p>
<p>"Whatever for?" Lily asked.</p>
<p>"For seeing me one last time," Snape replied. "You were right. I was stuck in the
past."</p>
<p>"And now?" Lily asked as she absentmindedly placed a hand on Snape's upper
arm.</p>
<p>"Now," Snape said solemnly, "I will do my best to honour your last request."</p>
<p>Lily smiled warmly at him. "I knew I could count on you."</p>
<p>Snape felt the sensation at the back of his mind that told him it was time to go.
It was what Harry had warned him about, and he knew better than to deny that urge
lest he get stuck here forever.</p>
<p>"It would appear that I have to go," Snape told Lily. He was surprised to find
that he was rather okay with it.</p>
<p>"I know," Lily said. "Go on then. And remember your promise." In a most tender
moment, she grabbed Snape's hand in hers and kissed it fondly. "I love you,
Severus."</p>
<p>Snape smiled and squeezed Lily's hand one last time as he gazed into those emerald
green eyes.</p>
<p>"I love you too," he said and a moment later, he was expelled from Spinner's End.
His eyes fluttered open as he took in the scene that was the potions lab. A sense of
calm overtook him that he had not known in a long time and emerald eyes met him once
more.</p>
<p>"How are you feeling, dad?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>Snape smiled. "Never better."</p>
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<p>Snape hadn't actually divulged much to Harry about his conversation with Lily. He
didn't think it necessary for the boy to know. But he had been over the moon when
Snape had told him that the potion was an absolute success and had started taking
notes at a furious pace, not even noticing when Snape had retreated to his
chambers.</p>
<p>And now he was pacing his sitting rooms, not sure what he was supposed to do from
here on out. He could almost hear Lily's voice egging him on. <em>Come on Sev, you
can do it!</em></p>
<p>Snape growled at the imaginary voice and continued his pacing. If he was going to
do this, he had to do it right. But how should he best approach this? Should he visit
Maya in her quarters later that evening, explaining that he had somehow seen the
light? Snape huffed at himself for the ridiculous thought and shook his head.</p>
<p>Perhaps he could change the signage he had placed around Hogwarts to direct her to
his personal chambers only to act all surprised when she arrived there? What madness!
He had never done anything of the sort and didn't have the foggiest idea on how to
proceed. He had nearly thrown a throw pillow – which he had been tearing at for a
while - into the fire to alleviate some of his distress when the door opened.</p>
<p>"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he eyed the abused pillow in Snape's
hands.</p>
<p>With a huff, Snape threw the pillow back in its place and crossed his arms. "I'm
thinking," he said.</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said slowly. He walked around Snape and dropped himself onto the
couch, watching with interest how Snape resumed his pacing.</p>
<p>"What are you thinking about?" he asked, grabbing one of the biscuits that had
been left on the table.</p>
<p>"Things," Snape replied curtly.</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I can't help you if you give replies like that." He
moved his legs onto the couch and lay flat on his back, tucking his arms under his
head.</p>
<p>"I assure you that this does not concern you," Snape snarled.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "What did mum say that has you so frazzled?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Plenty of things," Snape said through gritted teeth. He really didn't want to get
into this with the boy right now.</p>
<p>Harry pointed his wand at the ceiling and conjured a small green light that he
made dance across the cement. "And the most disconcerting thing was…"</p>
<p>"Maya," Snape spat.</p>
<p>Harry dropped his wand. "What?" he asked. "How did that come up?"</p>
<p>"Believe it or not, but your mother asked me about her out of the blue," Snape
said. "Which is so like her when I think about it."</p>
<p>Harry smirked and flipped himself onto his stomach. "And what did she have to say
about that?" he asked. "Does she want you to snog Maya? She does, doesn't she?"</p>
<p>The pointed glare Snape sent Harry's way was apparently enough of an indication.
Harry laughed and threw the already abused throw pillow against Snape's pacing form.
"I knew it!" he exclaimed. "But why does that have you so worked up?"</p>
<p>Snape flicked his eyes skyward in exasperation and stopped pacing. "Because I
don't have the slightest idea on how to handle this," he told Harry. "I already
turned her down. I can't very well waltz up to her and tell her 'Just kidding'!"</p>
<p>The amusement with which Harry regarded Snape at that moment was nothing short of
infuriating but when the brat opened his mouth to speak, it only got worse.</p>
<p>"Well," he said, "since I've already gotten two girlfriends this year, maybe
<em>you</em> would do well to take <em>my</em> advice."</p>
<p>"Very cheeky," Snape growled, "And what – pray tell – would… hold on, <em>two</em>
girlfriends?"</p>
<p>"Later," Harry said dismissively. "For now, I would advise you to act less like a
Slytherin and more like a Gryffindor."</p>
<p>"A Gryffindor?" Snape repeated with barely disguised disgust.</p>
<p>"A Gryffindor," Harry said confidently.</p>
<p>This got Snape pacing again as Harry leaned back into the cushions, regarding
Snape with far too much amusement.</p>
<p>'<em>Gryffindor</em>,' Snape thought. '<em>Courage, bravery, nerve and
chivalry'</em>. He repeated that line a couple of times in his head and added
<em>impetuosity</em> for good measure. Perhaps not an official house value but
certainly one that was present among most Gryffindors. '<em>And when did that brat
get another girlfriend? Focus, Severus</em>!'</p>
<p>"Gryffindor," Snape suddenly exclaimed aloud. "I understand." And before Harry
could say another word, he threw open his door and stalked away in a hurried
pace.</p>
<p>He was vaguely aware of Harry hurrying after him but ignored him. Right now, he
was a man on a mission.</p>
<p>"Severus," Harry said as he jogged after Snape. "What are you doing?"</p>
<p>"I'm playing Quidditch," Snape replied sardonically. "What does it look like I'm
doing?"</p>
<p>"I don't know," Harry said exasperatedly. "You look like someone who is hurrying
into a precarious situation without a plan!"</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "Think like a Gryffindor, you said."</p>
<p>"That's not at all what I meant!" Harry called out. But Snape ignored him. The
seed had been sown and now he would make sure to bloom his plan – for he did have
one, however last-minute – into fruition.</p>
<p>If Snape had gotten the time right, dinner would be in session at the moment so he
would no doubt find Maya sitting in the great hall. Harry seemed to understand the
same thing and suddenly hurried off as if he were trying to get there ahead of Snape.
What he thought <em>that</em> might accomplish, Snape could only guess.</p>
<p>And then he was met with the doors of the great hall that were wide open to
welcome any dinner guests. Without hesitation, he walked inside and saw that Harry
had joined his friends at the Gryffindor table. As he stalked past, he heard his son
mutter to his friends. " -Absolutely bonkers! I told him to act like a Gryffindor and
he went all –"</p>
<p>Maya had not yet taken her seat at the high table. A Ravenclaw student was talking
animatedly to her as she showed off a much too long essay. Snape schooled his
expression into a neutral one but he had to admit that even he felt nervous in the
face of what he was about to do.</p>
<p>Maya noticed him and straightened her back. She smiled warmly as Snape walked up
to her, exuding confidence and determination.</p>
<p>"Severus, here you –" she began but she couldn't say any more for Snape gave her
no such opportunity. In one smooth motion, he closed the distance between the two of
them and pulled Maya into a tight embrace as his lips connected to hers. For a
moment, she tensed but then she relaxed and leaned into him, her hands finding
support on his back.</p>
<p>Snape became aware of the entire great hall falling silent but he didn't care. At
that moment there was no time and there was no one else but him and Maya. They were
nothing but two people finding solace in each other's presence and he knew that she –
like him – did not want to let go.</p>
<p>After what seemed to be an inappropriate amount of time, Snape pulled back, a sly
grin on his face as he looked at a severely flustered Maya.</p>
<p>"Severus," she breathed.</p>
<p>"I was a fool, Maya," Snape said. There was a kindness in his voice that very few
people in this hall had ever heard from him. "I'm yours if you'll still have me."</p>
<p>Maya smiled broadly as she flung herself around his neck. "Of course I will!" she
exclaimed.</p>
<p>Instantly, a few people from the Gryffindor table started clapping, much to
Snape's annoyance. He glared at Harry who sat there looking decidedly smug. More and
more students followed Harry's example until the entire student body had erupted into
loud applause, most of them standing up.</p>
<p>Snape knew that he should feel mortification. But all he felt in that moment was
an overwhelming happiness that he had not dared would ever be his again.</p>
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happy occasion. This is the chapter I had in mind when I thought of TPM. This is what
the most important part in my opinion because this is where Snape finally lets go of
his anguish. But there's still so much more to come! Please do review and tell me
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 35</strong></p>
<p>When Harry had completed the potion for himself it had turned into an emerald
green, much like his and his mother's eyes. It had tasted sweet with a tangy hint to
it and as Harry drank it, he felt warmed, as if he had just drunk a hot cup of
tea.</p>
<p>The location his mind was sent to was not at all a familiar one and it looked
rather plain. It was clearly a sitting room, decorated in the garish colours of
Gryffindor. A fire was burning in the hearth, inviting him to sit.</p>
<p>"It's so good to see you again," a familiar voice said.</p>
<p>Harry snapped his attention away from the fire to look into the mischievous gaze
of his godfather.</p>
<p>"Sirius!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the man. "I missed you so
much."</p>
<p>"I know," Sirius told him soothingly. "And I'm so sorry that I put you through
that. I was… rather impulsive."</p>
<p>"It was not <em>all</em> your fault," Harry said bitterly.</p>
<p>"You're right," Sirius replied as he drew back and placed a hand on each of
Harry's shoulders. "It was Bellatrix's fault. But you certainly avenged me, didn't
you?"</p>
<p>"And nearly got himself killed in the process," came a disapproving voice. Harry
smiled even brighter when he recognised his mother leaning against the doorpost.</p>
<p>"Mum," he said, standing frozen to the spot.</p>
<p>Lily huffed. "Oh sure, rush into the arms of your godfather but not in mine. What
am I, chopped liver?"</p>
<p>Harry laughed as he shook himself from his stupor. Moving forward as Sirius pushed
him a bit, he fell into his mother's arms as well.</p>
<p>"Hello, scamp," Lily greeted. "You did so well brewing that potion. I certainly
know who you got your talents from."</p>
<p>"Please," scoffed a second male voice. "He may have <em>your</em> potioneering
skills but he has <em>my</em> talent for Quidditch and mischief."</p>
<p>Harry was beside himself with joy as James appeared next to Lily, putting his arm
around his wife and son both. "Good to see you, son," he said.</p>
<p>"Why don't we all sit down," Sirius suggested. "I'm feeling somewhat left out
here."</p>
<p>Lily snorted. "You've had more time with him than we had," she chided. "You can be
without his attention for five minutes." But she did let Harry go and guided him
towards the chairs that waited in front of the fire.</p>
<p>"So," James said. "The youngest seeker of the century? By Merlin, you have no idea
how proud I am of you."</p>
<p>Lily sighed. "He did also defeat Voldemort, you know," she pointed out.</p>
<p>"And that's a very close second," James told Harry with a wink.</p>
<p>"And this potion you created," Lily said. "I have to admit that I would have never
been able to. Severus has certainly taught you well."</p>
<p>Sirius growled. "Speaking of that greasy git," he said, "what in the world
happened there?"</p>
<p>Harry glared a bit at Sirius. "I'm not sure what you mean."</p>
<p>"You even glare like him!" Sirius pointed out. "And you're calling him dad now?"
He put a hand on James's shoulder and pointed at his friend's bespectacled face.
"<em>This</em> is your dad."</p>
<p>Harry felt a pang of guilt as he looked at James, but the man was glaring
pointedly at Sirius.</p>
<p>"Padfoot," he growled. "We've been over this. Severus was there for Harry when no
one else was. He adopted him so he could have a home. How can you be mad about
that?"</p>
<p>"That's all well and good," Sirius said. "But I don't like that he's trying to
take your place. It's like the ultimate payback!"</p>
<p>"Sirius Black!" Lily exclaimed as she hit him on the back of his head. "you ought
to be ashamed of yourself. Look what you're doing to Harry!"</p>
<p>Harry was feeling less than happy about his godfather's disapproval but he was
trying his best to hide it. Apparently, his best wasn't good enough, though.</p>
<p>"Oh Harry," Sirius said, properly mollified. "I'm so sorry. I know you didn't do
anything wrong. It's just that when it comes to Snivellus –"</p>
<p>"Severus," Lily interrupted.</p>
<p>Sirius sighed dramatically. "Severus," he growled. "There is some bad blood
there."</p>
<p>"And yet <em>he</em> hasn't tried to disparage <em>you</em>," Harry pointed out.
"Even though he's had all the time in the world to do so."</p>
<p>James laughed. "Looks like Severus is the more mature one, isn't he?" he said.</p>
<p>"Point taken," Sirius said but then his expression turned into a sadder one.
"Harry, why haven't you ever told me about the abuse your relatives put you
through?"</p>
<p>Harry managed not to flinch but averted his gaze anyway. "I was ashamed," he
admitted.</p>
<p>"You've done nothing to be ashamed of," Sirius told him sternly. "I don't know why
you would ever think that."</p>
<p>"I know that now," Harry said with a slight smile. "But I used to feel bad that I
wasn't able to defend myself against a few muggles."</p>
<p>Lily kicked the existential table angrily. "When my sister dies, you can be damn
sure that she's not going to have a peaceful afterlife."</p>
<p>"Her husband as well," James snarled. "I will make sure to make their afterlives
hell. Dares to put his hands on <em>my</em> son, does he?" He punched his fist into
his flat hand and glared angrily into the fire.</p>
<p>"Yeah," Harry said awkwardly. "That would be great."</p>
<p>"Oh look at us," Lily sighed. "We're getting all worked up about the past again."
She scooted closer to Harry and drew him into a brief hug. "I'm sorry my sister is
such an awful person, Harry. For now, we'll have to take satisfaction in the
punishment Severus has already dealt them."</p>
<p>Harry blinked. He had never known what exactly Snape had done to them but the
reminder of that day warmed his heart.</p>
<p>"Now, speaking of Severus," Lily said, "How are things going with him and
Maya?"</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "That was so awkward," he complained. "Some time ago – right after
he spoke to you – he strutted into the great hall and snogged her right in front of
everyone!"</p>
<p>James laughed loudly. "No way!" he exclaimed, "That doesn't sound like him at all!
Did you confund him or something, Harry?"</p>
<p>"I told him to act like a Gryffindor," Harry explained.</p>
<p>"That goes to show what he thinks of Gryffindors," Sirius snorted. "I bet she
slapped him right then and there, didn't she?"</p>
<p>Harry huffed. "No," he said, "She was all too happy to return the favour. It was
horrible!"</p>
<p>"Don't act out," Lily chided. "I saw you initiating that round of applause."</p>
<p>"It was a spur of the moment thing, okay?" Harry defended himself. "But having to
retell it just makes it so much more mortifying!"</p>
<p>"So, Sn – Severus has a girlfriend now?" Sirius asked incredulously. "About bloody
time." James punched him on the shoulder. "Ow- what?!"</p>
<p>"I think he's trying to point out that you're a prat," Harry said. "Severus had a
lot of things to work out."</p>
<p>"I'm just glad he finally did," James said honestly. Lily looked decidedly
smug.</p>
<p>"It's a good thing you sleep in Gryffindor tower," Sirius pointed out. "Young love
can be quite loud."</p>
<p>"Argh, Sirius!" Harry exclaimed as she scrunched up his nose. "Why are you doing
this to me?!"</p>
<p>Sirius snorted. "don't tell me you've never considered it," he said. "How long has
it been since they hooked up?"</p>
<p>"A little over a month," Harry begrudgingly admitted.</p>
<p>"Yeah," Sirius said smugly. "Even Severus will have gotten some action by
now."</p>
<p>"It's more than you get nowadays," James laughed as he pushed against Sirius's
shoulder playfully.</p>
<p>"Well, <em>I</em> have a good excuse," Sirius said. "I'm dead. Severus only
<em>looks</em> dead."</p>
<p>"Please stop insulting him," Harry groaned. "I don't think you understand just how
much he helped me. In fact, he's even saved my life many times way before he even
started to like me."</p>
<p>James clapped Sirius roughly on the back of his head. "If you don't stop this
foolery now, I'm kicking you out," he warned.</p>
<p>"Sorry," Sirius mumbled. "I'll be good."</p>
<p>"More importantly, Harry, you've got a girlfriend of your own," Lily pointed
out.</p>
<p>"I do," Harry said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head in discomfort.
"But I'd really rather not get into too much detail."</p>
<p>"Whatever the details, I like her," Lily said with a definite tone of voice.</p>
<p>"As long as you remember to treat her with respect," James told Harry
importantly.</p>
<p>"Am I a Gryffindor or not?" Harry asked smugly.</p>
<p>"As long as a certain Slytherin isn't rubbing off on you," Sirius complained.</p>
<p>"Please, <em>I'm</em> rubbing off on the <em>Slytherins</em>," Harry said easily.
"Even Draco Malfoy has come around."</p>
<p>"See?" Lily said, "You're already doing better than your father and godfather were
doing back in the day. They just couldn't get past their rivalry with Severus."</p>
<p>"And a good thing too, or Harry might have been a Snape," Sirius muttered. This
earned him a cuff to the head from both Lily and James but Harry just laughed.</p>
<p>"I take it you'll be a Potions Master soon now?" Lily asked proudly.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Not so fast," he said. "Severus is taking me to a guild-meeting
first where the board will assess my skill and contributions. And then they'll
vote."</p>
<p>"I doubt anyone could deny the hero that is Harry Potter," Sirius pointed out.</p>
<p>"I hope that's not the case," Harry objected. "I want to be recognised for my
skill and not for my reputation. I worked hard on this, you know?"</p>
<p>"And we're all very proud of you, son," James said.</p>
<p>"Yeah, even if you're a potioneer now," Sirius sneered but in a teasing sort of
manner.</p>
<p>Harry regarded the three parental figures in the room with a big smile on his
face, enjoying the warmth that came from his mother and relishing in the proud gazes
of the two marauders.</p>
<p>"I wish we could stay like this forever," Harry said wistfully. The adults
regarded him sadly.</p>
<p>"That's not possible, Harry, you know that," James said. "You get <em>this</em>
moment but after that, it's probably not a good idea to try and talk to us
again."</p>
<p>A part of Harry wanted to protest and ask why that was but he already knew the
reason. It was the same reason why he first had to master Occlumency before
attempting to brew this potion. Too much of this and any person could become insane.
Harry recognised the dangers of wanting to stay here and knew that his dad was
right.</p>
<p>"I know," he said solemnly. "I'm just glad that I got this opportunity."</p>
<p>"And it's all because of your own genius," Lily said fondly. "My little boy is all
grown up!" She embraced him in a crushing hug that left Harry gasping for breath
until James loosened her grip with a chuckle.</p>
<p>"Don' smother him, love," he said. "We wouldn't want him to join us just yet."</p>
<p>"I mean, in a way we do," Sirius interjected, "But in another way, we don't."</p>
<p>Harry smirked. "I get it," he said. "I know exactly what you mean. But let's face
it, Severus needs me!"</p>
<p>James ruffled his son's hair. "He really does," he said. "Oh, and do me a favour
when you see him. Could you tell him that I really am sorry for the way I behaved
back in school? I really was an arrogant prat."</p>
<p>Harry flushed a bit but nodded. "Of course," he said.</p>
<p>"Sirius," Lily said in a warning tone of voice.</p>
<p>Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, so I suppose that trying to get him
attacked by a werewolf went a bit too far."</p>
<p>James cuffed the back of his head again.</p>
<p>"Would you stop that?!" Sirius asked incredulously. "But seriously, kid, I am
sorry. I crossed a line there."</p>
<p>"You were so far over the line that you couldn't even see the line anymore," Lily
growled.</p>
<p>"I'll tell him," Harry said. "Just try to get along in my absence, okay?"</p>
<p>"We will do our very best," James promised solemnly.</p>
<p>Harry cast one last longing look at his family, then sighed in resignation. "I
love you all," he said.</p>
<p>"We love you more," Lily said.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled softly and whispered, "I love you the most." He closed his eyes and
felt the sensation of leaving the existential room and being warped back into his
body. When he knew he was securely back, he refused to open his eyes just yet. He
tried to soak up the entire experience before being forced to go on living again.</p>
<p>His nose wiggled slightly when he smelled herbs and spices. He sighed again and
opened his eyes. Snape stood vigil nearby. A book lay opened in his hand but his gaze
was affixed on Harry.</p>
<p>"You're crying," he noted.</p>
<p>Harry rubbed his eyes. "Your observation skills are keen as ever," he replied
sardonically as he hoisted himself off the ground.</p>
<p>"I apologize," Snape said. "I simply didn't know that your physical body might
experience the normal responses to what you're feeling when your mind is out of your
body."</p>
<p>"Oh," Harry replied uneasily. "So it was an academic statement."</p>
<p>Snape placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and gave him a knowing smile. "How was
it?"</p>
<p>"It was nice," Harry replied. "Scary; comfortable; confronting…" Harry sniffled
and yet he smiled. "Wonderful."</p>
<p>"Was it enough?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry admitted. "How could it be?" He sighed and felt as if a burden fell
off his shoulders. "Close enough, though."</p>
<p>"You did very well," Snape noted.</p>
<p>"Oh, and I have a message for you," Harry said seriously.</p>
<p>Snape quirked an eyebrow. "From whom?"</p>
<p>"Dad and Sirius," Harry admitted.</p>
<p>Snape growled. "Do I want to know?" he asked doubtfully.</p>
<p>"They are sorry for what they did," Harry said. "Though dad seemed more apologetic
than Sirius."</p>
<p>Snape regarded Harry carefully for a moment and sighed. "It would not do to linger
in the past." He said. "Your mother told me as much. Therefore, I forgive them."</p>
<p>He looked at a spot somewhere behind Harry and smirked. "Do you hear me, Potter?
Black?" he asked loudly. "I forgive you. You can go frolic in the afterlife in
peace."</p>
<p>Harry raised an eyebrow. "That was almost nice," he chuckled. "Thank you."</p>
<p>Snape huffed. "Come now," he said. "Maya is waiting for us."</p>
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<p>It had been less of a hassle than Harry had thought to bring a muggle into the
sanctity of Hogwarts. He knew that any muggle approaching the castle would normally
see nothing but a ruin and be compelled to walk away, but when Alex approached the
gates after Snape apparated him into Hogsmeade, nothing of the sort happened.</p>
<p>Harry was waiting for them and waved excitedly when he saw the man approach.
"Alex!" he shouted. "Welcome to Hogwarts!"</p>
<p>Alex clearly had to hold himself back not to break into a sprint. When he reached
Harry, he grabbed the boy's shoulders and gasped eagerly. "Harry," he said
importantly. "You never told me your school was this epic!"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled but Snape appeared less than amused. "Come," he said before he
began stalking towards Hogwarts.</p>
<p>Alex walked next to Harry as they followed the Potions Master inside. Snape didn't
look back even once, confident that his order to follow was being obeyed.</p>
<p>"Look at his robes," Alex whispered in awe. "They are so… floaty!"</p>
<p>"I know," Harry whispered back. "I'm still not convinced that he doesn't use a
spell to make them so."</p>
<p>As they walked towards Dumbledore's office, many students leapt aside as they saw
Snape approach, many of them pressing themselves against the walls as if that would
somehow protect them from Snape's wrath. But today, Snape ignored them all as he
marched towards his goal.</p>
<p>"Geez," Alex muttered. "You guys weren't kidding, were you? Severus is not very
popular here."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "The older the students become, the less afraid they are but he
still manages to give most first – and second-years quite a freight."</p>
<p>"No kidding," Alex said. "Just look at those billowing robes, the twitch in his
lips, that one raised eyebrow and those flaring nostrils! Who wouldn't fear such a
–"</p>
<p>"Would you kindly shut your mouth?" Snape snarled as he whirled on Alex. Harry was
biting his lip to keep himself from bursting into laughter and Snape's angry
expression did not make that any easier.</p>
<p>"Yup," Alex said slyly. "Definitely flaring nostrils."</p>
<p>"Alexander, I'm warning you," Snape said. "You are a guest here but I assure you
that I have the means and the patience to transform you into an obedient puppet
without anyone ever suspecting I had anything to do with it. Alternatively, I could
simply poison your food. Do. Not. Give. Me. A. Reason."</p>
<p>Alex didn't seem too impressed with Snape's tirade but he did keep his mouth shut
for a while. Five minutes later he couldn't contain himself anymore, though. "Do you
think you could show me this chamber of secrets, Harry?" he asked innocently.</p>
<p>"Lemon custard," Snape snapped at Archibald. The gargoyle leapt aside and Alex's
mouth dropped open when he saw the winding staircase move all on its own.</p>
<p>"Wicked," he said in awe, then climbed on for good measure. "This is the best day
of my life!"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled as he followed close behind while Snape waited until the staircase
stopped moving to climb it himself rather than ride it like some overexcited toddler
as he would say.</p>
<p>When all three had arrived upstairs, Snape knocked three times on the door. Harry
thought his annoyance was clear by the way the sound reverberated of the walls. Alex
didn't notice or didn't care. He was still taking in all the moving portraits and
magical thingamabobs.</p>
<p>"Come in," came Dumbledore's friendly voice.</p>
<p>Snape opened the door and immediately walked to a corner where he leaned against
the wall, leaving the two chairs for Harry and Alex.</p>
<p>"Albus!" Alex greeted amiably. "It's so good to see you. Love what you've done
with the beard."</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled. "It's so very good of you to come here, Alex," he said
kindly. "Would you care for a lemon drop?"</p>
<p>"You know me, Albus," Alex said cheekily as he grabbed a sweet out of the offered
bowl. "I would never turn down free food."</p>
<p>Snape scoffed and Harry smiled.</p>
<p>Suddenly, Alex gasped when he spotted Fawkes. "What is that?" he asked in
reverence. "That must be the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. Hello gorgeous,
what's your name?"</p>
<p>Fawkes thrilled magnificently and gently nipped the fingers of Alex's outstretched
hand.</p>
<p>"That's Fawkes," Harry supplied. "I think he likes you."</p>
<p>"Hello Fawkes," Alex said gently. "I'm Alex. It's very nice to meet you."</p>
<p>Fawkes spread his wings in a gentle fashion and stepped onto the hand Alex had
still offered.</p>
<p>"Ooh, you're a tad heavy aren't you?" Alex chuckled. He carefully stroked Fawkes'
feathers as if he were scared the phoenix might break. Fawkes clicked his beak
contentedly.</p>
<p>"Stop playing with the bird, Alexander," Snape snarled out of the blue. "You're
meeting with the most powerful wizard of our time. It would do you well to pay the
proper respect."</p>
<p>"It's quite alright, Severus," Albus said calmly. "Fawkes is normally never that
fond of newcomers. Especially not muggles. I think that young Alex here might have an
exceptionally pure heart."</p>
<p>"Yup, that's me," Alex said proudly. "The heart of a hero."</p>
<p>When Snape glared at him again, he chuckled and allowed Fawkes back on his perch.
"But Severus is right, Albus," he conceded. "I'm sorry. I forget myself."</p>
<p>"It's fully understandable for a muggle to get lost in our world," Albus said
kindly. "But one that might appreciate its wonders will always find his way back.
Please have a seat."</p>
<p>Alex sat down next to Harry, beaming from ear to ear.</p>
<p>"My dear Alex," Dumbledore said happily. "Welcome to Hogwarts. As I understand it,
you're here primarily to spectate Harry's next quidditch match and perhaps even try
and fly a broom yourself?"</p>
<p>"That was my understanding," Alex replied easily. "And anything else you would
have me do here, really. I'm willing to try everything!"</p>
<p>"Truly?" Snape asked. "Care to sit into one of my first-year potions classes?"</p>
<p>"Severus," Dumbledore chided, but there was amusement in his voice. "Alex, you are
welcome to our facilities but I must urge you to remain close to either Harry or
Severus as you roam these halls. You never know what you might encounter after all."
He winked mischievously at Harry who chuckled in response. Snape just growled.</p>
<p>"Severus, please lend Alex one of your robes so he might blend in more easily,
would you? Oh, and no roaming the forbidden forest, if you will."</p>
<p>"Why would I go into a forest that is literally called '<em>the forbidden
forest'</em>?" Alex asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"Excellent question," Snape replied. "Harry?"</p>
<p>"Why do teachers give first graders detention in the same forest?" Harry asked
smartly, "That kind of gives the impression that it's not all that dangerous after
all."</p>
<p>"Oh, so it's fine?" Alex asked.</p>
<p>"Er… no," Harry conceded. "It's very dangerous. Don't go there unless you want to
be eaten."</p>
<p>"Indeed," Dumbledore added cheerfully. "Now Harry, shouldn't you be getting ready?
I hear that Slytherin has quite a good team this year."</p>
<p>"We'll see about that," Harry chuckled. He got up from his seat and made to leave.
"See you in the stands, Alex," he added, then left in a hurry.</p>
<p>"Ah youth," Dumbledore said happily as he popped a lemon drop into his mouth. Alex
took another as well while Snape just shook his head in dismay.</p>
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<p>"There are so many wonderful things happening today," came Luna's airy commentary.
"Gryffindors are facing off against Slytherins, as you probably already know, and one
of Professor Snape's best friends came here to watch. Isn't that nice of him?"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled when a large amount of the bystanders visibly looked over at Snape
to get a look at the newcomer who was sitting next to him. Alex waved cheerily and
even blew kisses at a few of the female parents that had also come to watch.</p>
<p>"He seems like a nice person, doesn't he?" Luna asked. "He does have that gentle
aura about him. Where do you think he knows Professor Snape from? I heard –"</p>
<p>"For Merlin's sake, Ms Lovegood," McGonagall's voice suddenly shouted. "20-10 to
Slytherin!"</p>
<p>"That's alright," Luna assured her. "The match has only just begun and I'm sure it
can still go both ways. Harry knows what he's doing even when he doesn't. I think it
has a lot to do with confidence, don't you? I really like that about him, among other
things."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled and tried to tune out the wonderfully weird commentary that Luna
provided. He needed to focus on the snitch.</p>
<p>"Is your girlfriend distracting you?" Draco taunted.</p>
<p>"Perhaps you're the one who is distracted," Harry pointed out. "Since you're here,
talking to me instead of looking for the snitch."</p>
<p>"I'll find it," Draco said confidently.</p>
<p>"You will," Harry agreed. "In my closed fist!" He didn't wait for an answer but
started flying circles while he occasionally glanced at the stands. Alex was clearly
beside himself as he watched the players toss the quaffle and dodge bludgers.</p>
<p>Narrowly, Harry dodged one himself, only to have it redirect itself at an
unfortunate Slytherin.</p>
<p>"Okay snitch," Harry said. "Where are you?"</p>
<p>"50 – 50," McGonagall shouted, interrupting Luna's monologue about thestrals and
their mating habits.</p>
<p>And then he saw it. The snitch was flitting somewhere near the goalposts,
seemingly undisturbed by Ron as he did his best to block the quaffle. He didn't know
where Malfoy was but he didn't see him anywhere nearby so he sped off towards the
tiny golden ball.</p>
<p>While it was always dangerous when the snitch was close to the ground or the
bleachers, Harry found it easier to try and catch the snitch when none of the other
players was nearby. Now, the snitch was relatively easy to reach but he would still
need to bypass an obstacle course that consisted of players in both red and
green.</p>
<p>A speeding stripe of green alerted Harry to the fact that Draco had now also seen
the snitch and was going after it himself. It was on.</p>
<p>Harry zigged passed the players in his path and tried his best to avoid those who
would purposefully collide with him. He managed to dodge a bludger as well as a bat
that was aimed at his head rather than at a violent ball. He was getting close and
knew that if he would just keep up this speed, he would get the ball before Malfoy
did.</p>
<p>But naturally, he could not be so lucky as to have that come easily. Right ahead
of him, a bludger came his way, Harry's head right in its collision course. None of
the Gryffindor beaters was nearby and Harry knew that he should take a chance. He
wanted to dodge by veering upward but noticed that he wouldn't be able to move fast
enough to both dodge and catch the snitch, so instead, he positioned a foot on his
broom and pushed himself off at the very last moment, effectively jumping over the
bludger, Newton's first law keeping him headed in the snitches direction.</p>
<p>His fist closed around the snitch and for a very small moment, he felt absolute
joy until he realized that he was now without a broom. But it was still very close
by. He flailed helplessly as he grasped at the broomstick, only narrowly managing to
grab it again. But now he was falling. Cursing himself in his head, Harry tried to
get his broom to slow down his fall as he clumsily managed to hook one leg over the
wood. He managed to do so, but only slightly. So when he finally connected to the
ground, the crash still knocked the wind out of him and an all too familiar pain shot
through his wrist.</p>
<p>Harry grinned. His wrist was probably broken but if that was the cost for winning
this match, he would gladly pay it. Triumphantly, he raised the uninjured fist
containing the snitch into the air and relished in the cheers of the crowd,
congratulating him on his victory. The jeering of the Slytherins only made his
triumph that much more glorious.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled as he sat upright. Alex must be freaking out right now.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 36.</strong></p>
<p>Harry sat on the hospital bed with a satisfied smirk, watching the hustle and
bustle going on around him. Several Gryffindors were sitting on various contraptions
in his direct vicinity, talking excitedly about the amazing catch Harry had pulled
off. Madame Pomfrey hadn't asked them to leave yet because, for once, Harry's
injuries were surprisingly minor, but if they kept being so loud, Harry knew it was
only a matter of time.</p>
<p>"I still think that constitutes as cheating," Draco complained. Some of the
Gryffindors jeered at him but Draco ignored them. "You weren't even touching your
broom when you caught the snitch!"</p>
<p>"There is no rule that states that you have to," Hermione pointed out
cleverly.</p>
<p>"Besides, Malfoy," Ron said with his mouth full of celebratory chocolate frog.
"It's not as if Slytherins play fair and square. Or did you not notice when your
beater tried to hit Harry with his bat?"</p>
<p>Draco smirked. "<em>That</em> was an accident," he said slyly.</p>
<p>"I think you should just accept my superiority," Harry said smugly. "I'm better
than you and you know it."</p>
<p>"I'm just not as desperate as you are," Draco said smugly. "I don't see the use of
getting myself killed just to win a Quidditch match."</p>
<p>"A point of view I wish Mr Potter shared," drawled a deep voice. The Gryffindors
all quieted down as they laid eyes on Snape.</p>
<p>"Hi, Professor," Harry said cheekily. "Did you see my amazing catch?"</p>
<p>Snape opened his mouth to say something scathing when Alex pushed past him and sat
on the edge of Harry's cot.</p>
<p>"Harry!" he exclaimed. "That was brilliant! Even after reading all about it, I
could never guess just how exciting this sport is! And you! You were so good!" Alex
had to catch his breath with all the excitement going on.</p>
<p>"Don't encourage him, Alexander," Snape admonished. "He's not supposed to get
himself injured while he plays."</p>
<p>"Come on, Severus," Alex said gently. "The best sports carry with them a risk of
injury. Think of rugby; baseball; football…"</p>
<p>"There are different kinds of risks," Snape growled. "And the risk of nearly
getting yourself killed is not one I want Harry to take."</p>
<p>"I only broke my wrist," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"A broken wrist," Alex whistled. "Such a spectacular stunt and the only injury you
sustained was a broken wrist. Well done!"</p>
<p>"Alexander!" Snape snarled. "Don't encourage him."</p>
<p>Harry groaned. It was bad enough to have Alex and Snape squabble about him but to
have nearly the entire Gryffindor team bear witness was straight up mortifying.</p>
<p>"Could you have this discussion elsewhere?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"But you were going to fly with me," Alex pointed out. "When do you think your
wrist will be healed?"</p>
<p>"I don't know if I want Harry flying in a while," Snape said coldly.</p>
<p>"What?!" Harry exclaimed. "But I have to test the potion!"</p>
<p>"There's no need for you to fly alongside Alex to see if your potion works," Snape
pointed out smoothly. "You will administer it and then watch from the side-lines. I'm
sure that either Mr Malfoy or Mr Weasley will be happy to teach him."</p>
<p>Harry glanced around to see that his teammates were sufficiently confused about
what was going on and decided not to fight Snape on this. He probably wasn't really
going to be able to fly today anyway.</p>
<p>"Fine," he grumbled.</p>
<p>"Drink this, Mr Potter," Pomfrey said as she suddenly pressed a potion in Harry's
hand. Harry recognised it as a small dose of skele-gro. "There's no need for you to
stay here waiting for that wrist to heal. I would also rather not have your Fanclub
littering my medical wing so you'd best be off."</p>
<p>"I don't have a Fanclub," Harry grumbled but Pomfrey raised an eyebrow as she
allowed her gaze to roam the multitude of people currently present.</p>
<p>"Oh really?" she asked. "You could have fooled me."</p>
<p>"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Harry," Alex said. "Come on, let's go."</p>
<p>"Why would you look a horse in the mouth?" Ron asked. "Is it to make sure that
it's a regular muggle horse or something?"</p>
<p>Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "I'll explain later, Ron," she said.</p>
<p>"Let's go," Harry said as he grabbed his quidditch cloak that was draped across
one of the chairs. With a sideways glance at Snape, he crept past the dour man,
ignoring the sardonic eyebrow he raised and fled.</p>
<p>"You're too hard on him, Severus," he heard Alex say as he left.</p>
<p>"I'm not nearly strict enough," Snape huffed. "He still gives me cheek."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled and hurried off.</p>
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<p>Harry found Alex and Snape again on the Quidditch pitch. He was carrying his
Firebolt in his good hand and had the Magic Muggle potion tucked into his pocket.
Draco, Ron and Hermione were also waiting but the rest of the Quidditch team was
thankfully no longer present.</p>
<p>"Thanks for waiting," Harry said.</p>
<p>"We couldn't very well get started without the potion," Snape drawled. "Otherwise
you can be assured that you would not be present."</p>
<p>"Are you really still upset?" Harry asked incredulously. "Worse things have
happened."</p>
<p>"Just get on with it," Snape growled with an irritated hand movement.</p>
<p>"You take my Firebolt, Ron," Harry said as he handed the redhead his broom. "It
would be safer if Alex uses a school broom for now."</p>
<p>Ron accepted with a big grin. "As you say, mate," he said. He handed Alex the
school broom and accepted the Firebolt happily.</p>
<p>Alex mounted the broom with excited haste and Harry chuckled. "You need the potion
first, you know." He pointed out.</p>
<p>"I know," Alex said. "Hand it over already."</p>
<p>"You might at least pretend to have some manners," Snape said coldly.</p>
<p>Harry fished the potion out of his pocket and was about to hand it to Alex but
stopped his hand midway.</p>
<p>"What in the –"</p>
<p>"What's wrong?" Draco asked. "If you suddenly realised that there's a muggle
present in Hogwarts then yes, that is decidedly weird."</p>
<p>Hermione cuffed him to the back of the head. "Stop being such a prat," she
hissed.</p>
<p>"Guys!" Harry interrupted. "Are you really not seeing this?"</p>
<p>"I see it," Snape said calmly. "Alexander. Do you realize you're floating?"</p>
<p>Alex blinked a couple of times and looked down at his own feet when he realized
that they weren't touching the ground anymore. "Wow," he said. "Does this mean I'm a
wizard now?"</p>
<p>Snape scoffed. "Hardly," he replied. "But it would appear that you no longer need
the potion to fly a broom."</p>
<p>"Fascinating," Harry said. "Draco, Ron, could you teach him the ropes while I make
some observations?"</p>
<p>"Sure thing!" Ron called out. He already took to the sky and started flying
circles around Alex while Draco seemed to take the time to patiently explain some
things to the man, even if he was a muggle. Harry followed Snape to a bench and sat
down with him.</p>
<p>"What do you think is going on?" Harry asked curiously.</p>
<p>Snape regarded Harry. "It's <em>your</em> potion," he pointed out. "What is
<em>your</em> observation?"</p>
<p>"It's odd," Harry replied without taking his eyes off of Alex. "I think that the
potion awoke his innate magic. That much is clear. And it did wear off back then, did
it not?"</p>
<p>"It did," Snape confirmed. "So why is he able to fly a broom now?" He asked the
question as if he was asking it in his potions class. Harry had the distinct feeling
that the man already knew the answer but would rather that Harry found out on his
own.</p>
<p>"Er…" Harry doubted.</p>
<p>"When we went inside your mind and unearthed your innate magic, did it revert to
slumbering once you were done?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry admitted. "It was far easier to use it from then on. It almost became
second nature."</p>
<p>Snape said nothing. He just crossed his arms and watched as Alex actually started
flying in slow circles while both Draco and Ron flew protectively close to him.</p>
<p>"So perhaps innate magic – once awakened – does not collapse back onto itself,"
Harry said smartly.</p>
<p>"I suspect as much," Snape replied. "It probably took a while to manifest itself
properly once the potion wore off because Alex is a muggle, which is why it didn't
appear to be permanent at first."</p>
<p>"Hold on," Harry said importantly. "You don't think he can do magic now, do
you?"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "No, Harry," he said. "I'm certain that you did not invent a
potion to turn muggles into wizards and witches. You simply awoke his innate magic to
form the most basic of bridges. He will be able to fly brooms now; be somewhat more
resistant to illnesses and perhaps even heal slightly faster but he will never be
able to actually perform magic."</p>
<p>"That would be a bit much, I suppose," Harry said. Alex had just performed a loop
and nearly fell off his broom had Ron not been there to shove him upright again.
"He'll never be a Quidditch prodigy, will he?"</p>
<p>"Unlikely," Snape snorted.</p>
<p>"You're going to write to '<em>The Practical Potioneer'</em> about this, aren't
you?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Naturally," Snape replied easily. "I believe this is one of your most useful
potions yet."</p>
<p>Harry laughed. "Well, this one didn't stem from the failure of another potion, I
suppose."</p>
<p>"Speaking of the Umbral Locum, did you finish your paper to accompany it when we
visit the guild?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>Harry sighed. "Almost," he admitted. "I just need to go over everything one last
time to make sure there are no more mistakes."</p>
<p>"I can look it over for you as well, should you so desire," Snape proposed.</p>
<p>"You don't consider that cheating?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"I'm still your Master," Snape pointed out. "It is only logical that I would
inspect your work. Especially before I need to introduce you to my colleagues. I
won't have you dishonour me."</p>
<p>Harry paled considerably. "Dishonour you?" he asked.</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "It will be fine," he said in a smoother voice. "I have every
confidence that you will do spectacularly. I have seen what you can do first hand and
I am already proud of you."</p>
<p>Harry smiled and watched as Alex was now smoothly sailing through the skies,
whooping as he did. He shivered slightly when a cold wind rustled his hair. Snape
drew an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him closer to him.</p>
<p>"You're almost there, Harry," Snape said. "If you can manage not to get yourself
killed while playing Quidditch, you will become a Master yet."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "I'll try to never land on my head."</p>
<p>Snape sighed in exasperation and ruffled Harry's hair.</p>
<p>"Brat."</p>
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<p>Dinner that evening was rather amusing. Snape had proposed that they eat in his
private quarters but Alex had insisted on eating in the great hall. He was completely
enamoured by the enchanted ceiling and floating candles and simply loved swapping
stories with Dumbledore. So rather than eating privately in the dour Potions Master's
rooms, he chose the much more exciting option.</p>
<p>He was seated between Snape and Dumbledore with Maya sitting on Snape's other
side. Every now and then, Maya and Alex would talk to each other, both leaning in
much too closely for Snape's comfort as was obvious to all who were watching.</p>
<p>And many were.</p>
<p>The fact that Alex was a muggle had not been shared with the general student body
so naturally, everyone assumed that the strange man was a wizard. Not only that, but
since he took Snape's scowls and glare without so much as a flinch or any other sign
of discomfort, people were starting to think that he was a very powerful one.</p>
<p>"I bet that Snape keeps glaring at him because he's here for the defence
position," Harry heard some Hufflepuff say.</p>
<p>"Yeah," his friend agreed. "And look. He clearly doesn't even care. He's not
afraid of Snape in the least! The only other wizard that doesn't seem to mind him is
Dumbledore."</p>
<p>"That's what I was thinking. He must be very powerful."</p>
<p>"Not to mention dreamy," Another girl mentioned. "Do you think he's married?"</p>
<p>Harry snorted in his glass of pumpkin juice and glanced over at the high table
again, right at the moment that Maya planted a chaste kiss on Snape's cheek as she
stole one of the potatoes from his plate. Alex watched the scene with his mouth agape
and seemed to be stuttering some words. Maya laughed, the sound reaching Harry easily
and Snape just rolled his eyes and stole his missing potato back.</p>
<p>"Looks like Alex found out," Harry told his friends, inclining his head towards
the adults.</p>
<p>Ron snickered when he saw Alex shake Snape's hand excitedly before the Potions
Master roughly snatched his hand back. Maya threw a Brussels sprout at Alex's head
which caused him to sit back down. Dumbledore seemed very amused by all of this and
was eating as he watched the scene unfold as if he were at some dinner with a
show.</p>
<p>"What do you reckon that's all about?" A third-year Gryffindor asked. "They look
like they're best friends or something."</p>
<p>"Oh my," A girl next to him said excitedly. "Do you suppose their relationship
just stops at friends?"</p>
<p>Another girl sighed. "It would fit beautifully, wouldn't It?" she whispered. "The
cold and collected professor with a man as vibrant and happy as Alex is. He could
probably change Snape for the better."</p>
<p>Harry seriously had to do his best not to spit out his juice in laughter as he
listened to the girls. He covered his mouth with his hand to aid him.</p>
<p>"You two are forgetting about Bell," another Gryffindor pointed out.</p>
<p>"She can't get in the way of true love," the first girl said haughtily.</p>
<p>That was too much. Harry sprayed his juice all over his plate and started laughing
uncontrollably. Hermione hid her face in her hands in mortification while Ron just
seemed flabbergasted having been too occupied with eating to notice anything going on
around him.</p>
<p>Harry glanced over at Snape to see the man look at him in disgust as Harry wiped
the juice from his chin. Alex casually refilled his glass for him as the man glowered
and Harry laughed again.</p>
<p>The girls were now squealing excitedly among themselves and Harry vaguely wondered
if they would form a Fanclub of sorts.</p>
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<p>Harry found himself on the edge of the forbidden forest once more, strolling
alongside its rim with Luna at his side. The forest might harbour some scary
creatures and sound foreboding but if Harry was honest, it wasn't all that terrifying
after all. Especially if you chose to walk there at the start of spring when the sun
was high in the sky, with a pretty girl skipping next to you.</p>
<p>"When will you be visiting the guild?" Luna asked as she slid her hand across a
tree they passed.</p>
<p>"Next weekend," Harry replied. "I just hope I'm ready."</p>
<p>"You seem nervous," Luna noted. "Why is that?"</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Because I have to show a bunch of Masters my work and hope that
they deem it good enough.</p>
<p>"Good enough for what?" Luna asked.</p>
<p>"To become a Master," Harry said.</p>
<p>Luna chuckled. She stopped for a moment and looked at Harry with a happy twinkle
in her eyes. "What you become does not depend on others, I think," she said.</p>
<p>"But it does," Harry replied uneasily, running a hand through his hair. "They can
make or break me."</p>
<p>Luna gazed at the sky for a while and smiled when she saw some birds fly by. "If
you told a bird that it can't fly anymore, would it stop?" she asked.</p>
<p>"No," Harry chuckled. "Of course not."</p>
<p>"Nor can you tell a fish to stop swimming," Luna added giddily.</p>
<p>Harry smiled and grabbed Luna's hand. "I wouldn't dare," he said indulgently.</p>
<p>Luna put her free hand on Harry's shoulder as she faced him, smiling pleasantly.
"No one can make you step brewing, Harry," she said easily. "The only person you are
destined to be is the one you decide to become."</p>
<p>Harry put his arm on the small of Luna's back as he started swaying lightly. Luna
giggled and followed his lead.</p>
<p>"How did you become so wise?" Harry asked her. In a slow movement, he lifted the
hand that held hers, having her spin in a slow circle before she giggled and clasped
his shoulder again.</p>
<p>"I listen a lot," she explained.</p>
<p>"And what do you hear now?" Harry asked as they danced in a slow circle. Luna put
her head on Harry's shoulder as he pulled her closer. Her hair smelled like plums and
strawberries.</p>
<p>"I hear music," she whispered.</p>
<p>The couple started dancing a bit faster to a melody that Harry did not perceive.
His rhythm was powered by the giggles that escaped Luna's lips.</p>
<p>"And what does it tell you?" Harry asked as he gazed at his partner while the
world swirled all around them.</p>
<p>"It's hard to say," Luna said. "Life is a beautiful melody but the lyrics are all
messed up."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled as he lifted Luna into the air and gazed at her wonderfully serene
expression. He then let her fall gently into his embrace and hugged her close.</p>
<p>"You're still nervous," Luna said as he stroked her hair.</p>
<p>"A little bit," Harry admitted.</p>
<p>"Don't be," Luna told him. "Some things are meant to be. Even if they take a
couple of tries to get there."</p>
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<p>A few days later, Harry found himself in the library studying with Ron, Hermione
and Draco. Well, Ron was doodling something in his notebook rather than writing his
essay on the merits of elemental shields but the other three were working hard.</p>
<p>Harry had just finished adding another paragraph to his essay on the Umbral Locum
when Hermione disrupted his thoughts.</p>
<p>"So, what do you make of this career day that's coming up?" she asked.</p>
<p>"Hm?" Harry asked absentmindedly.</p>
<p>"The career day, Harry," Hermione snapped. She bumped into his elbow, causing his
face to almost collide with the table they were sitting at.</p>
<p>"Hey!" Harry said in indignation. A vicious hush from Madame Pince made him drop
his voice to a whisper. "I was focusing."</p>
<p>"What are you concerned about?" Draco asked her. "I'm sure you can do whatever you
want."</p>
<p>"Yeah," Harry agreed. "And I'm already quite clear on what I want so I don't see
the point, really."</p>
<p>"I could use some advice," Ron sighed, his doodle now finished.</p>
<p>Draco looked at his notebook and frowned. "I advise against becoming an artist,
then," he said.</p>
<p>"What?" Ron hissed, "And I suppose you've got it all worked out then, have
you?"</p>
<p>"Of course," Draco said haughtily. "I want to create artefacts."</p>
<p>"Sure," Ron said. "But what kind of magic will you focus on? What objects? Will
you create the objects yourself or buy them off of someone else? If you create them
yourself they're that much more powerful but you would need to learn an additional
craft. How are your smithing skills, anyway?"</p>
<p>Draco stared at Ron with a rather dumb look on his face before replying. "You know
an awful lot about artefacts," he said.</p>
<p>"Sure," Ron shrugged. "Between having Charley and the twins as brothers, I pick up
on a lot of stuff like that."</p>
<p>"Guys," Hermione whispered. "Could you discuss this later? What am I going to do
about this career day?"</p>
<p>"You're going to be handed a bunch of pamphlets, answer a bunch of questions and
get some advice from McGonagall," Harry droned. "It's not like you have to make a
decision then and there."</p>
<p>"But I feel like I should come prepared," Hermione whined. "Most of you already
know what you want to do but I'm just lost."</p>
<p>Ron snorted. "You're lost because you can do everything. Your options are so vast,
it's ridiculous, really."</p>
<p>"You might end up being a stay-at-home-dad, Ron," Draco said, grinning broadly.
"With a wife as ambitious as this one."</p>
<p>Ron broke into a coughing fit immediately and hurried out of the library as to not
disturb anyone. Well, that or to avoid any further mortification.</p>
<p>Draco shrugged. "Just become the minister of magic or something," he told
Hermione. "That should keep you plenty busy."</p>
<p>Harry knew that Draco had meant it as a joke but caught Hermione thinking that
over with a contemplative smile on her face. He shook his head in mild amusement and
went back to his essay, describing how substituting thestral hooves for thestral hair
had caused the spirit's touch to no longer be cold.</p>
<p>Just a few more days and they would visit the guild. He hoped that he had earned
the necessary votes. If not, he wouldn't know what would be expected of him next.</p>
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<p><em>Christmas eve and yet so many of you read and reviewed. I could hardly believe
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 37</strong></p>
<p>With a loud bang that sounded like a car backfiring, Harry found himself standing
in front of what appeared to be a small Aztec pyramid. Only in appearance though for
the weather was clearly still very much British and Harry was pretty sure that
apparating only got someone so far. Snape removed his hand from Harry's shoulder and
gestured towards the pyramid.</p>
<p>"Shall we proceed?" he asked.</p>
<p>Harry – who was too nervous to voice his agreement – nodded, clutching his bag
with his research and his potion close to his chest.</p>
<p>"And stop worrying, for crying out loud," Snape told him. "You've faced basilisks,
the Dark Lord and several Death Eaters in battle. Surely you can face some decrepit
old men."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "Dumbledore is old," he pointed out. "But I would rather not face
<em>him</em> in a battle."</p>
<p>"You're not battling these men either," Snape said. He began walking and pushed
Harry along with a firm hand between his shoulder blades. "You're simply presenting
your Magnum Opus."</p>
<p>"Simply," Harry scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"</p>
<p>"Just keep walking," Snape urged. "We've been over this. Your paper is sound. Your
theorem is well worked-out and we both know that your potion works."</p>
<p>"I know," Harry said. "And yet, I'm still nervous."</p>
<p>"I'm right here," Snape told him. "Now stop fidgeting like that or I'll have you
writing lines when we get back."</p>
<p>"What for?" Harry asked in dismay, his nervousness somewhat forgotten.</p>
<p>"For not believing your Master when he tells you that you have done well," Snape
supplied.</p>
<p>"Well, that's just –"</p>
<p>"Hush," Snape said. "I'd rather not have my esteemed colleagues listen to our
bickering."</p>
<p>Together, they walked up the steps in silence until they reached the entrance at
the very top. By the end of it, Harry felt rather winded while Snape appeared as if
he had taken a leisurely stroll. Grumpily, Harry suspected that Snape had taken a
potion for that.</p>
<p>Harry was wearing the dress robes that Snape had given him for his previous
Christmas – the ones in crimson and silver - and felt rather dashing. Especially
after Luna had given him her seal of approval. Snape didn't look half bad himself.
Maya had taken him shopping for new dress robes for this occasion. It had taken a lot
of convincing and - as Harry understood it - bribing, but Snape wore dress robes that
were a combination of emerald and black with silver accentuations on the cuffs of his
sleeves. Naturally, the robes still billowed.</p>
<p>"Deep breaths," Snape said quietly as he held his hand on the doorknob. "And
relax."</p>
<p>Harry complied and smiled at Snape to signify that he was ready. He didn't know
why but he held his breath as Snape opened the door.</p>
<p>Instantly, the sound of murmured voices coming to a halt reached Harry's ears.
Snape stepped through the door and Harry followed closely. They stepped into a large
chamber that was well-lit with torches. The walls were made up of large brick stones
and knew very little decorative elements save for a few items that looked like
weapons, one of which a winged staff with two snakes winding around it. Harry thought
it would be wildly impractical to carry that thing into battle. There was also a
sword with a silver blade and a shield shaped like a Gryphon tucking in its wings.
Harry suspected that it was made out of solid gold.</p>
<p>At the centre of the room stood a large round table with fourteen chairs, thirteen
of which were currently occupied by – as Snape had said before – old men. Harry only
recognised one and wondered when exactly Professor Slughorn had arrived here.</p>
<p>"Gentlemen," Snape greeted evenly, standing tall. Harry felt sort of in awe when
he saw just how confident Snape was, glancing at each and every face in the room with
a positively bored expression on his face, his hands clasped behind his back.</p>
<p>"We do appreciate you being so very prompt, Severus," a short man said. His hair
was long and silvery and tied into a thick ponytail and he wore a short beard.
Something about his features seemed familiar to Harry but he couldn't quite put his
finger on it. He noticed that he was fidgeting and willed himself to stop.</p>
<p>"Of course, Caratacus," Snape replied politely. "I understand that you are a very
busy man. Especially these days. We will take no more of your time than absolutely
necessary."</p>
<p>The other men all eyed Harry and Snape curiously but none of them spoke. Harry got
the distinct impression that this Caratacus character was the boss of sorts. Even
Slughorn didn't do anything but smile and nod at Harry. Though the small
acknowledgement put Harry a bit more at ease, even if only slightly.</p>
<p>"Kindly present us with your Magnum Opus, Mr Potter," Caratacus said urgently.
Harry hastily started walking over to the table when Snape stopped him with his
outstretched hand and motioned for the boy to give him his research. Harry obliged
willingly and watched how Snape duplicated the papers fourteen times, passing along a
copy to each of the Masters present. He presented the bottled potion in the middle of
the table and spoke.</p>
<p>"Harry James Potter who is apprenticed to myself, Severus Snape, is presenting his
potion named Umbral Locum. I have supervised the creation of this potion as well as
most of its test runs. You will find a detailed description of both the theorem and
the practical findings in the papers in your hands. I kindly ask you to read through
them and hold all questions until after you're finished."</p>
<p>Snape took a seat in the last empty chair and started reading his own copy. Harry
suppressed a frown. Snape had read through all his paperwork several times over. No
doubt he knew several of the pages by heart by now. The man didn't even glance at
Harry as he stood waiting as rigidly as he could. Harry suspected that this had
everything to do with decorum and tried not to mind as much as he once would have.
Instead, he occluded his mind and allowed himself to become at ease.</p>
<p>When he visibly relaxed, Harry could've sworn that he saw a smile on Snape's face
but didn't know if that was because of the notes he was currently reading or because
he knew that Harry had occluded.</p>
<p>It seemed to take forever for the men to read everything they had been given.
Harry tried to read the facial expressions of the Masters present but they weren't
exactly open books. Every now and then, one would glance at the potion in the middle
of the table. Other times, one's eyebrows would go up so far that they almost
disappeared into their hair. Harry saw some shake their heads where others smiled
very lightly. When Caratacus started rapping his fingers on the table, Harry looked
at the man only to find him staring right at him.</p>
<p>Harry immediately righted himself, neatly clasped his hands behind his back and
tried to look worthy of the man's attention. He seemed to be waiting for something.
Eventually, the other Masters closed their bundle of paperwork and folded their
hands, waiting until everyone else was finished. When they were, Caratacus spoke
first.</p>
<p>"This potion of yours needs to be personalized during its creation", he said.</p>
<p>"Yes sir," Harry replied, pleased that his voice sounded loud and clear.</p>
<p>"Then tell me, Mr Potter," the man continued, "just for whom was this particular
potion brewed? The one now sitting in front of is."</p>
<p>"For me, sir," Harry answered again.</p>
<p>"Surely you understand that we can't test a potion that won't work on us. Has
anyone but you ever tested this potion?"</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," Harry replied eagerly. He felt a slight tremor in his hands behinds
his back and squeezed his fingers. "My Master – Severus Snape – has drunk the potion
before."</p>
<p>This elicited a few quiet murmurs as the attention shifted to Snape who sat
straight in his chair.</p>
<p>"Severus," Caratacus prompted. "Is this true?"</p>
<p>"It is," Snape replied honestly. "And I can testify that it does indeed work as
promised."</p>
<p>"As long as you are able to Occlude," Caratacus pointed out. "What would happen to
those who could?"</p>
<p>"We haven't tested that," Harry replied again. "And I would advise against it. I
suspect the test subject might lose memories of the person they are meeting with. I
would suggest anyone willing to try it who is not able to occlude to have an
Occlumens join them for their protection."</p>
<p>"There aren't that many around, I daresay," Caratacus said again.</p>
<p>"No sir," Harry admitted.</p>
<p>"Very well," Caratacus coughed and flipped a few pages. "I must admit that it is
rather disconcerting that this potion requires the use of blood." He gazed at Harry
from across his spectacles, regarding him for a moment. "Surely, you understand that
this is highly unorthodox and will likely be allowed only under various
restrictions."</p>
<p>"I would hope so, sir," Harry replied. "While I created this potion to help
people, I also understand that it wouldn't be to everyone's benefit to meet with the
dead. If a mind healer would deem it helpful, I would hope that the patient would be
allowed its use."</p>
<p>Harry was starting to feel rather proud of himself. He had prepared this meeting
through and through. And while before, he had been worried that he might not be able
to answer all questions, he found that so far he had no problems in doing so. He
could feel Snape's gaze resting on him but didn't dare look away from Caratacus in
fear that he would be deemed impolite for doing so.</p>
<p>"I suppose that would be agreeable," Caratacus said before flipping through more
pages. After a while, he sighed deeply. "Mr Potter," he said. "The brewing of this
potion requires the use of Occlumency, innate magic and an alchemical circle. These
are all very rare skills and I must say that most of the brewers in our guild do not
possess these skills. One perhaps but not two and only very rarely all three."</p>
<p>"I admit that the difficulty level of this potion is high," Harry said. "But the
skills required to brew it – while rare – can certainly be learned. I assure you that
anyone who is willing enough to brew the Umbral Locum will succeed in learning these
skills. They might even benefit them in their own creations."</p>
<p>A new round of murmurs swept across the table and Harry wondered if he had said
too much. This time he did glance at Snape and saw that the man was smirking, an
amused glint in his eyes.</p>
<p>"As you say," Caratacus said when his colleagues quieted down. "I suppose the test
is not to create a potion that is easy to replicate but rather to create something
beneficial to our magical kind. Thank you for your presentation, Mr Potter. We shall
take this into account as well as your other creations of late and put the question
of your Mastery to a vote. We shall send you an owl with our decision."</p>
<p>"Of course, sir," Harry said respectfully.</p>
<p>"Gentlemen," Snape greeted again as he rose from his seat and joined Harry on his
way out. He was – after all – not allowed to vote for his own apprentice.</p>
<p>"How did I do?" Harry asked. He had begun fidgeting again.</p>
<p>"You've done admirably," Snape said gruffly, an angry scowl in place.</p>
<p>"And yet, you don't seem happy," Harry pointed out. "What's wrong?"</p>
<p>"You heard them," Snape sighed as he sat down on the very last step. "They're not
going to allow you a Mastery this time."</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "Why not?"</p>
<p>"Saying that they'll review your other creations first," Snape huffed. "Honestly,
this potion should have been more than enough to convince all of them on the spot.
Also, they know very well what you've been brewing so far. I've kept them updated to
the best of my abilities. Honestly, Lovegood just can't stand young talent and would
rather convince his colleagues that you're too young rather than accept your
talent."</p>
<p>"Lovegood?" Harry asked in confusion.</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape said. "Caratacus Lovegood. He's the head of St Mungo's."</p>
<p>Harry found himself gaping at his father. "What?" he asked. "And you didn't think
that important enough to tell me?"</p>
<p>"Which part?" Snape asked cleverly. "That he's the head of St Mungo's or that he's
your girlfriend's uncle?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I don't know," Harry replied sardonically. "Perhaps both?"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled softly. "Neither of these facts would have done you any good in
your quest today. Your head was swimming with information already and I did not feel
the need to add to your inner turmoil."</p>
<p>"Does he dislike me?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Hm," Snape replied. "Dislike is a strong word. But he believes that at least part
of your success of late has much to do with your status and your defeat of the Dark
Lord. He would probably need some more convincing before he sees that your skills are
your own."</p>
<p>"As if you would ever allow me to cheat," Harry snorted. "You'd sooner become the
next Dark Lord."</p>
<p>Snape laughed loudly at that. "As you say," he replied with another chuckle. "Now,
I suggest we leave this wretched place behind. Worry not. There will be more
chances."</p>
<p>"Sometimes it takes a couple of tries to get there," Harry said as he smiled at
his shoes. He didn't see Snape's befuddled expression but just smiled feeling better
with the consoling words Luna had given him before he even really needed them.</p>
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<p>When Harry joined his friends in the great hall for dinner, it became clear that
they had been waiting for him expectantly. Even Draco had joined the Gryffindor table
again and Luna had taken a seat next to him. Harry swallowed a groan and took a seat
next to Ron.</p>
<p>"So," Draco said. "Are you a Master yet?"</p>
<p>"Unfortunately not," Harry sighed. "Well, officially they will let me know their
vote via owl post but Snape thinks they're just stalling."</p>
<p>Ron frowned. "Why would they do that?"</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "Snape thinks said that they are very archaic in their way of
thinking and difficult to convince. He also said that Mr Lovegood probably thinks I
only got as far as I did because of my reputation." He glanced at Luna who was
listening with a serene smile on her face.</p>
<p>"Hold on," Hermione interjected. "Lovegood, you said?" She then turned to face
Luna. "I didn't know there was a Potions Master in your family."</p>
<p>"Oh yes," Luna said airily. "My uncle is quite an amazing potioneer. He really
seems to listen to the elements, as I gather. Father is quite jealous of him
actually. He doesn't do a lot of brewing anymore though. He doesn't have the time
since he's running St Mungo's and everything."</p>
<p>Hermione nearly choked on her food. "Hang on!" she gasped. "He's the head of St
Mungo's as well? That's amazing!"</p>
<p>Luna smiled. "Yes, he has always been quite ambitious," she admitted. "But it
makes me feel sad for him. I don't think he ever finds the time to think about
himself anymore. It made him somewhat difficult to approach."</p>
<p>"Hm," Harry responded. "He seemed stern but not unfair."</p>
<p>"That's right," Luna said. "You'll just need to convince him somehow. I am
absolutely sure that you will get his vote once he sees what you can do."</p>
<p>This cheered Harry up somewhat. "Thanks, Luna," he said, putting his hand on hers.
He glanced over at the high table where Snape was talking with Maya. She shook her
head slightly and said something in a rather fierce manner that made Snape laugh. She
glanced at Harry and when she noticed him looking at her, she looked at him sadly.
Harry just shrugged and smiled at her.</p>
<p>"It's nice to see everyone so happy," Luna said. "I think Professor Snape might
finally have rediscovered himself."</p>
<p>"Whatever <em>that</em> means," Ron snorted before helping himself to a roll.</p>
<p>"Good to see that you're all turning into a big, happy family," Draco said far to
sarcastically. He skewered a piece of meat and inelegantly shoved it in his
mouth.</p>
<p>Harry regarded the Slytherin carefully, remembering that things weren't well with
his mother. "Draco," he said. "Is everything alright?"</p>
<p>Harry did his best not to say too much in front of his friends. He didn't think
Draco would want the news about his ill mother to spread.</p>
<p>"As much as it was before," Draco sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry. That was uncalled
for. You deserve to be happy and Snape does too. It won't do to be envious."</p>
<p>Harry bumped into Draco's shoulder with his own ever so slightly and grinned at
the boy when he glared at him.</p>
<p>"Everything will be okay," he told the blonde. "Just you wait."</p>
<p>"How much longer?" Draco sighed.</p>
<p>"One day at a time," Harry told his friend. He ignored the odd glances their
friends were giving them, as did Draco. He didn't seem too convinced but offered
Harry a small smile nonetheless.</p>
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<p>"Those old goats need to be replaced anyway," Maya said as she passionately
pointed her fork at Snape. "Any person with half a brain could see that Harry knew
what he was talking about." She huffed as she cut her pasta into very small pieces.
"I have half a mind to go over there myself and tell them what's what."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "You will do no such thing," he told her. "In fact, you wouldn't
even know where to go."</p>
<p>"So tell me," Maya urged.</p>
<p>"Eat your food," Snape told her as he cut into his own vegetables.</p>
<p>"I am," Maya protested. She ate a forkful of pasta and glanced at Gryffindor
table. "Harry seems to be taking it well."</p>
<p>"He has good friends," Snape told her. "And he knows that he can always try again
later. In any case, it would have been rather early for him to become a Master,
wouldn't you say?"</p>
<p>Maya shrugged. "What does age matter if your talent speaks for you?"</p>
<p>"He could probably do with some more life experience first," Snape said plainly.
"Perhaps then those old coots would take him more seriously."</p>
<p>"And where would he be getting that experience?" Maya asked incredulously. "He
needs to finish his education first."</p>
<p>"I'm thinking about it," Snape replied with a sideways glance at McGonagall.
"Don't worry so much. You're supposed to be impartial about your students."</p>
<p>Maya snorted indignantly. "Since he's your son, I can't do that," she pointed out.
"As if <em>you</em> are impartial."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "Much more so now than I was a few years ago," he admitted. "I
don't let my personal relationship with Harry get in the way of my classes, in any
case, nor of his apprenticeship."</p>
<p>"Neither do I," Maya said. She dumped another handful of cheese on her plate and
meshed it in the dish. "But I can feel sorry for him while I sit here where no other
student can hear me."</p>
<p>"I suppose," Snape agreed. "Just don't grade his essays unfairly simply because
he's a bit down about his result."</p>
<p>Maya chuckled. "You and your essays," she said, swatting his shoulder
playfully.</p>
<p>Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Surely, you would not have them submit
<em>drawings</em> about their favourite historic event?"</p>
<p>Maya just winked at him and took another bite of her food, not acknowledging
Snape's question with an answer. Dumbledore seemed to be humming pleasantly in the
background.</p>
<p>"I am working with lunatics," Snape mumbled amusedly and somewhere to his left,
McGonagall snorted.</p>
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<p>It was only the next morning when Slughorn had returned to Hogwarts and had taken
his seat at the high table. Harry looked at him anxiously – a part of him still
hoping that Snape had read too much into Lovegood's response – but was met with a
neutral mask of indifference. Snape was talking to him in what appeared to be a
hushed whisper but he too showed no emotions.</p>
<p>Harry was drawn out of his thoughts when a soft, fleeting kiss was pressed against
his cheek. He looked up just in time to see Luna sitting down next to him.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Luna," Hermione greeted her kindly. "I hope you slept well."</p>
<p>Luna smiled at her sweetly. "I always do," she replied. "I like to dream, you see.
I never tire of dreams."</p>
<p>"I suppose," Hermione said uneasily.</p>
<p>"Was I in them?" Harry asked, smirking slightly.</p>
<p>"You were," Luna admitted. "But in my dream, you were a golden snake swimming in a
sea of green."</p>
<p>Harry grimaced. "How would you know that snake was me?"</p>
<p>Luna giggled. "It was a dream," she replied. "I just knew, of course."</p>
<p>At that moment, the owl post arrived and Harry retreated out of the conversation
to look up at the parliament of owls now soaring through the halls as they dropped
letters and packages.</p>
<p>A particularly large, white owl swooped down gracefully and landed in front of
Harry; extending its foot. It looked up with large blue eyes and waited patiently.
Harry inhaled sharply and removed the letter.</p>
<p>"You flew a long way, didn't you?" Luna asked the owl kindly. "Would you like some
bacon, Mr owl? Or would you prefer a sausage?"</p>
<p>Relieved of its burden, the owl hopped over to Luna to accept her offering before
hooting in thanks and flying off again. Harry glanced at the high table where Snape
was watching him intently and opened the letter.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>For the eyes of apprentice Harry Potter</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Mr Potter,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>We have read both your theorem and the accompanying paper with much
interest and curiosity. The foundation for the Umbral Locum is sound and its effects
could one day be implemented by mind healers as you suggested.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>At this time, however, we feel that the creation of this potion has
been somewhat rash and it hasn't been tested properly. Two test subjects – one of
those being yourself – is not enough to stave a scientific breakthrough.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>And while you have invented a few other potions as well, we would
like to see what you're able to come up with in the future before we fully accept you
into our ranks.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>If you are serious about your desire to become a Potions Master, I
expect you to not allow this first refusal to shake the foundation of your goals.
Persevere, Mr Potter and perhaps one day you will stand among us as our
equal.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em><strong>Master Caratacus Lovegood.</strong></em></p>
<p>Harry sighed in resignation. He folded the piece of parchment and put it in his
pocket.</p>
<p>"Bad news?" Hermione asked.</p>
<p>"As Snape expected," Harry sighed. "They won't accept my contribution."</p>
<p>"There's only one thing you can do, I suppose," Luna said as she grabbed his
hand.</p>
<p>"Oh yeah?" Harry asked. "What is that?"</p>
<p>"Try again, of course."</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 38</strong></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Career day</em>.</p>
<p>Harry sighed as he stood in front of the door that would lead to McGonagall's
office. Chairs lined the walls on either side of the door. Some were occupied with
students waiting their turn but most were empty. Harry didn't exactly want to sit
down. He was more of a pacer. And sure, it might bug some people out of their
stress-induced daze but Harry could care less.</p>
<p>He glanced at the sign on the door again. Career day. The words did not change no
matter how many times Harry looked at it and he couldn't help but chuckle. How often
had he found himself here simply because he had been in trouble or in danger? It felt
so very unreal to be here for something so very mundane and still feel more stressed
about it then when he went after the Philosopher's stone in his first year.</p>
<p>He knew that he was being ridiculous. He had chosen his path already and he was
following that until he became a Master. But on the other hand, he couldn't help but
wonder what he should do if Lovegood kept rejecting him. Would he turn to the path of
an Auror after all? In truth, he didn't want to. He had seen more than his fair share
of blood and pain and didn't desire any more of that. Professional Quidditch player
then? Snape might just kill him if he told him that. Harry chuckled to himself,
earning some glares from the surrounding students. He just rolled his eyes and kept
pacing when a new applicant walked into the corridor.</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "Draco?" he asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"</p>
<p>Draco looked at him as if he was entirely too stupid. "The same as you,
dunderhead," he said. "Career day."</p>
<p>"This is McGonagall's office though," Harry pointed out. "Don't you need to go
find Snape?"</p>
<p>Draco smirked. "Oh dear, didn't he tell you?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Tell me what?" Harry asked in exasperation, not eager to play this game.</p>
<p>"The heads of houses are teaming up," Draco explained. "Apparently this is a way
to combat bias.<br/>
They put Slytherin with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw."</p>
<p>"What a splendid idea," Harry snorted. "Do you think they'll get through this day
unscathed?"</p>
<p>"I'm sure they will," Draco said dismissively. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"</p>
<p>"They're scheduled in two hours," Harry explained. "And unfortunately McGonagall
made it very clear that no one was to loiter in the hallways until half an hour
before their scheduled appointment."</p>
<p>Draco sat down into an empty chair and stretched his limbs, seemingly unbothered
by being surrounded by Gryffindors.</p>
<p>"Where are the other Slytherins?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"They were all scheduled later," Draco said. "I think they tried creating blocks
of Slytherins and blocks of Gryffindors just to make sure that we don't hex each
other's brains out."</p>
<p>"A nice distracting duel sure would be fun," Harry sighed. Draco merely chuckled
in response.</p>
<p>The next thing they knew, the door opened and Dean Thomas came out looking
surprisingly flustered and laden with a multitude of brochures. He quickly scampered
out of the way, trying desperately not to drop anything and disappeared out of
sight.</p>
<p>"Harry Potter," McGonagall called unnecessarily seeing how Harry stood practically
in front of her. She nodded at him and walked back inside. Harry followed closely
behind and with one last glance at Draco – who looked positively bored – he closed
the door.</p>
<p>McGonagall appeared to have elongated her desk so it could comfortably fit both
her and Snape who sat rigidly in his chair. The bored expression on his face matched
Draco's and Harry couldn't help but snort, disguising it as a cough. Piles and piles
of pamphlets and booklets lay in heaps behind McGonagall's desk and Harry curiously
tried to sneak a peak but noticed that the lettering was too small to be legible from
this distance. McGonagall locked the door magically and cast a silencing spell to
boot – which Harry thought to be somewhat over the top – before taking her seat next
to Snape.</p>
<p>"Welcome Mr Potter," McGonagall said, addressing him formally. "As you are aware,
Professor Snape and I are here to discuss your future with you."</p>
<p>Harry nodded and felt a half-grin creep up his lip. "Yeah," he replied, "But I do
believe that's pretty much taken care of."</p>
<p>"Is it?" McGonagall asked. "If you don't mind my asking what <em>are</em> your
plans for the future?"</p>
<p>Harry blinked stupidly and glanced at Snape before replying. "I'm apprenticing to
become a Potions Master," he explained. "That's what I'm doing and what I will be
doing until I reach that goal."</p>
<p>"That's all well and good, Mr Potter but what are you planning to do with that
degree once you've attained it?"</p>
<p>Harry opened his mouth to respond and was slightly taken aback when his words
failed him. He hadn't really considered his options and truth be told, he really
didn't know what options there were.</p>
<p>"You clearly haven't given this too much thought just yet," Snape pointed out.
"Which is precisely why we are here."</p>
<p>Harry exhaled and leaned back in his seat, looking between his two teachers. "Very
well," he said. "What are my options?"</p>
<p>"One of them should be quite obvious," Snape explained evenly. "You could always
find a teaching position at a school that is hiring. If not Hogwarts, there are
others."</p>
<p>"You could also become a healing brewer," McGonagall added. "It's a stressful job
which means that hospitals like St Mungo's are always hiring. You would be working on
cures, antidotes and your everyday healing potions."</p>
<p>"You might decide to take the scientific route," Snape then said. "If you enjoy
inventing potions, you could make your career out of it. Invent new recipes, patent
them and sell them to the highest bidder or just sell them yourself."</p>
<p>"Potioneers are always needed in alchemy, artefact creation, law enforcement…"
McGonagall said.</p>
<p>"Even at the ministry, a skilled brewer is very much sought after," Snape
supplied. "And there as well, there is a multitude of branches you could
explore."</p>
<p>Harry's mind was reeling with all the new information he was getting. He never
really thought about it all that much. He thought the career of a Potions Master
would be rather straightforward but it turned out that it was far from it.</p>
<p>"I know this is a lot to take in, Harry," Snape said. "Which is why we have a
proposition for you."</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"As you are probably aware, there has been a massive outbreak among muggles
causing St Mungo's to be flooded with patients. They are in dire need of assistance
and have been asking the potions guild for journeyman brewers to accept an internship
there."</p>
<p>"An internship?" Harry repeated cautiously.</p>
<p>"It would give you a look at another part of what being a Potions Master entails,"
McGonagall told him matter-of-factly. "Not only that but in an environment like St
Mungo's, you are sure to get a lot of experience. More so than you would get at
Hogwarts."</p>
<p>Harry contemplated this for a moment when Snape thrust a folder into his hands.
Harry flipped it open to see the detailing of an internship as potioneer as well as
some information about St Mungo's.</p>
<p>"But when would I do this?" Harry asked. "I'm still studying."</p>
<p>"It would have to wait until after your seventh year, of course," Snape said
easily. "I still wish you to take your N.E.W.T's to the best of your abilities. But
once this year is over, you would get started at St Mungo's."</p>
<p>"At the start of the summer break?" Harry asked, not sure if he would like
that.</p>
<p>Snape sighed. "Apprenticeship or not, people are suffering," he said. "If you say
yes to this offer, I will be wanting you to take it seriously. So yes. It will take
most of your specialisation year including the summer break."</p>
<p>Harry mulled this over in his mind when he saw his two teachers staring at
him.</p>
<p>"Do I have to decide now?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Of course not," McGonagall said easily. "Feel free to take your time but don't
wait too long. St Mungo's requires confirmation by the end of May at the latest."</p>
<p>"In the meantime," Snape interjected, "Take these." He thrust an enormous stack of
paperwork in Harry's arms and smirked as he watched the boy struggle. "They will help
you explore your options. I'm sure Ms Granger will happily help you sort it out."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry said, somewhat flabbergasted. "Thanks. And I'll think it over."</p>
<p>"Make sure that you do," McGonagall said. "And inform Professor Snape of your
decision."</p>
<p>"As soon as I make it, I will," Harry said. McGonagall opened the door for him and
he hurried off, only glancing momentarily at Draco who had raised an eyebrow at his
suddenly flushed appearance.</p>
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<p>A few hours later, Harry found himself sagging into one of the chairs in the great
hall. It wasn't time for dinner yet, but at least here he could sit and talk to his
friends without being hushed. Hermione, Ron and Draco joined him very soon. Silently,
he wished that Luna could be there as well but she was in class.</p>
<p>"That was highly informative," Hermione said excitedly.</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "A bit too much so," he said.</p>
<p>"There's no such thing as too informative," Hermione said exasperatedly.</p>
<p>Draco snickered. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. "Would you care to listen to
a detailed explanation of the night I've had with Ms Greengrass the other day?"</p>
<p>"Ew no!" Hermione replied quickly. "And you know that's not what I meant."</p>
<p>"What did they tell you, Ron?" Harry asked, trying desperately to steer away from
the awkward conversation.</p>
<p>Ron sighed. "Can you believe that McGonagall is still bugging me about becoming an
Auror?" he said. "I'm no good at potions at all and I'm not exactly trying to get a
N.E.W.T in it so why would she even bring that up?"</p>
<p>"Surely you might be able to join one of your brothers in their careers," Hermione
offered.</p>
<p>"What, and be a curse-breaker?" Ron asked incredulously. "Or tame dragons? You're
mental. That's not for me." Ron sighed and laid down his head on top of his arms.
"Maybe I'll become a professional quidditch player."</p>
<p>"What about you, Draco?" Hermione asked. "Do you still want to go in the artefact
business?"</p>
<p>"I don't see why not," Draco said. "Though I must admit that I hadn't looked at it
well enough yet. It turns out that there are a lot of different paths I can take to
achieve my goal." He sighed and ran a hand through his perfectly groomed hair. "I'll
need to take some time to think about this."</p>
<p>"I hear what you're saying," Harry sighed. "I never really thought what I would do
with my life after I manage to become a Potions Master and it turns out that there's
a whole lot of things I could do."</p>
<p>"Like what?" Hermione asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.</p>
<p>Harry slid his pamphlets across the table to the bushy-haired girl which she
excitedly accepted. "As you can see," Harry said, "there are many options. Snape even
told me to consider an internship at St Mungo's."</p>
<p>"Harry, that's brilliant!" Hermione exclaimed. "You could gain so much experience
over there. Especially now. Surely you accepted?"</p>
<p>"Not yet," Harry admitted. "I told Snape that I would be thinking it over. I'm not
sure if St Mungo's would be for me, you know."</p>
<p>"But isn't Caratacus Lovegood the head of St Mungo's?" Draco pointed out.</p>
<p>"He is," Harry replied. "What's your point?"</p>
<p>Draco rolled his eyes and sneered at Harry. "Honestly!" he said. "You Gryffindors
don't have an iota of cunning in your body, do you? Think, Harry. This would be your
chance to show him what you're made of."</p>
<p>"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, softly slapping the underside of his fist into his open
palm. "I see what you're getting at. If I get him on my side, he might be able to
convince the rest of the council to give me my mastery after all."</p>
<p>Draco rolled his eyes. "Have you learned nothing from living with a Slytherin?" he
sighed. "This is probably why Snape proposed it in the first place."</p>
<p>"Either way, it sounds like a brilliant idea, Harry," Hermione said. "It will get
you to brew in a professional setting to see what it's like. It would probably give
you a better idea of what you want to become once you're done."</p>
<p>Harry smiled, feeling a bit more reassured. "You're right," he said. "Thanks. I
think I <em>will</em> accept."</p>
<p>"There's a good boy," Draco mocked. "So anyway, Hermione. How did <em>your</em>
appointment go?"</p>
<p>Harry truly tried his very best to listen to the different careers had been
suggested to Hermione but there were so many and they all sounded so boring to Harry
that he ended up zoning out. His mind was whirring with anticipation, thinking about
just what it would be like to be working at St Mungo's.</p>
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<p>Maya was watching over Snape's shoulder as he attempted to decipher yet another
page in the book the Weasley twins had secured for him. He had gotten halfway through
it by now, not in small part thanks to the book he had gotten from Maya for
Christmas, but it was still a long and arduous journey to get through it all.</p>
<p>"I don't think that word is correct," Maya said, pointing at the word 'spear'
Snape had just written down, smudging it in the process.</p>
<p>Snape sighed, gently swatting her hand away. "Then what do <em>you</em> think it
says?" he asked.</p>
<p>"It clearly says 'staff," Maya told him. She sipped the tea she was holding and
flopped down onto the couch next to him, folding her legs underneath her and leaning
into Snape's shoulder. He absentmindedly put an arm around her shoulders while he
kept staring at the pages.</p>
<p>"Hm," he said. "I think you're right. That <em>would</em> make a lot more sense."
He replaced the offending error and went back to reading the text.</p>
<p>"Did you find anything interesting hidden in those pages yet?" Maya asked
curiously.</p>
<p>"A few potion recipes," Snape told her. "Some of which I've never heard of before
and others that seem to be older versions of modern potion recipes."</p>
<p>Maya snorted. "You're telling me that this book is full of potion recipes?" she
asked. "And those Weasley twins just happened to find it for you?"</p>
<p>"Absolutely not," Snape told her, grinning widely. "I told them to get this book
for me in exchange for one of my more benign inventions. I <em>knew</em> that it
would be full of recipes."</p>
<p>"You're such a Slytherin," Maya sighed. She put her head on Snape's shoulder and
allowed her eyes to droop. "Is there anything in there that isn't about potions?"</p>
<p>"A few things," Snape said. "There are some personal accounts of historical
events. Mostly muggle events though, so I doubt you'd find it all that
informative."</p>
<p>"Hm," came Maya's sleepy response.</p>
<p>"And there's mention of a few artefacts. Though most of them seem to be either
lost or simply mythological."</p>
<p>"Meaning?" Maya asked.</p>
<p>"Meaning that no such artefact ever existed and they were made up to scare the
muggles or perhaps lure them into submission."</p>
<p>Snape glanced at the brunette when she didn't respond anymore. Her breathing had
evened out and she appeared to be soundly asleep. Snape sighed and flicked his wand
to summon a blanket which he then clumsily draped across the sleeping form of the
history Professor. He still didn't remove the arm he had draped around her.</p>
<p>"Merlin save me from foolish dunderheads that insist on keeping my company," he
whispered softly. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of Maya's face and tucked it
behind her ear. He kissed her gently on the forehead and flicked his wand once more
to dim the lights and the fire in the hearth. He then rested his chin on top of
Maya's head and closed his eyes, relishing the sense of peace that overcame him. The
book lay momentarily forgotten.</p>
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<p>The next couple of months were dominated by a blissful sense of calm. There was no
drama, no life-threatening circumstances and no potions that sought urgent
completion. In fact, the peacefulness of the time leading up to the N.E.W.T. finals
got tedious very fast and even though Harry could often find distraction in the
brewing of potions both old and new, he was desperately looking forward to the day
where he no longer needed to study transfiguration or charms.</p>
<p>The Magic Muggle potion had been featured in 'The Practical Potioneer', courtesy
of Snape, of course, and as a result, Harry had soon become flooded with either
requests for permission to brew it or orders in which people offered an amount of
galleons that was far higher than the potion ingredients it required.</p>
<p>Snape had told Harry that he could try to sell the patent to the recipe for a
large sum of money; accept any amount of orders for the potion he wanted or just
ignore both types of letters. For now, Harry thought it better to brew the potion
himself – since he was still fine-tuning his skills anyway – and perhaps sell the
recipe at a later time. After all, he could probably ask for even more money once he
had attained the title of Master.</p>
<p>A large amount of Slytherins had been glaring at Harry menacingly once they caught
wind of the Magic Muggle potion – probably due to the fact that they didn't want
muggles to have anything to do with their world – but after a few weeks, they seemed
to forget all about it and went back to their routine of ignoring Harry to the best
of their abilities.</p>
<p>Harry had been very pleased when he had walked into the N.E.W.T. exam for potions
only to find out that he would be brewing the draught of living death for his
examination. With a confident look on his face that was not shared by many other
attendees, he had brewed the potion easily – ignoring the examiner every time she
stepped near his cauldron – and completed it to what he knew was absolute
perfection.</p>
<p>Transfiguration was a different matter entirely. Harry had never fully gotten the
hang of human transfiguration, despite having practised his skills for days. The
blond test subject whose hair he was supposed to transfigure into a long, black,
curly mane instead of his short bob still had streaks of yellow run through his hair
which honestly looked quite fashionable but would no doubt be a cause for point
deduction.</p>
<p>Defence against the dark arts was – as was to be expected – a breeze as well. For
this test, Harry was supposed to duel with his examiner. The man had obviously
started out rather cautiously, firing spells of mid-level strength that Harry had
blocked very easily. Once Harry had actually managed to get a few shots in, the
examiner became rather serious and started duelling Harry in earnest. It was the most
fun Harry had ever had in an exam and he had to admit that the man had been very
good. After fifteen minutes, the man had called a halt to the exam, even though there
had been no obvious victor. But Harry had seen the obvious smile that had graced the
man's lips.</p>
<p>Harry was semi-certain that he had managed to pass his exam for Herbology if only
because of the help Neville had given him while studying. He thought he had managed
to identify each plant correctly but had not been able to repot the Narcissistic Newt
Vine without allowing it a glimpse of its own crystallized roots. Unfortunately, it
started swooning as it became enamoured with itself and refused to be buried again
without some forceful convincing on Harry's part. It left the poor plant heartbroken
and no doubt earned Harry some bad marks.</p>
<p>And last but not least, Harry had to struggle through his charms exam. It had been
rather difficult to charm what Harry could only describe as a rabbit raccoon into
submission but he thought he had done a pretty good job at it. He had calmed it down
considerably and had even dared to pet the raccoon. Unfortunately, the racoon had
bitten him in the end when his charm had worn off too quickly. Harry thought he would
have flunked for sure. His only hope was the extra points he would have gotten for
performing the spell non-verbally.</p>
<p>Naturally, by the end of it all, Hermione was stressing about all of her subjects,
worrying about the slightest errors while Ron was just happy to have it all behind
him and took to leisurely lounging about the common room. He vowed to never set foot
in the library again. Even Harry took a break after he was done with his N.E.W.T's
and joined Ron in games of chess and flew around the quidditch pitch with both Draco
– who was absolutely positive that he passed every subject – and Ron. With Luna, he
spent many a peacefully casual moment in the confines of empty classrooms and
forgotten clearings in the Forbidden Forest.</p>
<p>And then – at last – the day had finally come for the seventh-years to receive
their N.E.W.T. results. Unlike the OWL's, which were sent by owl post during the
summer break – these results were announced on the very last day of school so the
students would know just what steps they could take next.</p>
<p>That's how Harry found himself in McGonagall's office once again, staring down
into a very large cup – not unlike the house cup – in which a crystal blue concoction
swirled, white wisps of cold smoke escaping its vortex.</p>
<p>"Are you ready for this, Mr Potter?" McGonagall asked, a small smile tugging on
her lips.</p>
<p>Harry smiled nervously. "I don't suppose you can give me a hint?" he asked, only
half-joking.</p>
<p>"Even if I wanted to, I can't," McGonagall told him frankly. "I don't know the
results myself, either." She handed Harry a piece of parchment with nothing but his
name on it and gestured towards the cup. "Let's find out together, shall we? Just
toss in your name, if you will."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "I couldn't have just opened a letter or something, could I?" he
said.</p>
<p>McGonagall smiled at him. "The headmaster does like to add a bit of magic to every
experience," she said fondly. "At least I've been able to stop him from charming the
toilets to speak to their occupants."</p>
<p>Harry laughed, more because of his nervousness than the joke but he appreciated
McGonagall's attempt to distract him. He took one more deep breath and tossed in the
piece of parchment. It dissolved quickly in the seemingly acidic liquid and the white
wisps rose and changed to a golden colour as they formed words and letters.</p>
<p>Potions: O<br/>
Transfiguration: E<br/>
Defence Against The Dark Arts: O<br/>
Herbology: E<br/>
Charms: A</p>
<p>Harry grinned broadly as he took in his marks. He passed all five of his
N.E.W.T.'s, even if he had been cutting it kind of close with charms. He glanced over
at his head of house who was beaming at him brightly and felt oddly aware of the fact
that she would no longer be in charge of him very soon.</p>
<p>"Well done, Mr Potter," she told him fondly. "Though I must admit that I never had
any doubt in your abilities."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied proudly. "I couldn't have done it without
your guidance."</p>
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<p><em>And that's that. Are you happy with where this is headed, I wonder? Can you
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 39</strong></p>
<p>Harry sat in a simple wooden chair that was the third from the left in a row of
ten. Only two other chairs were occupied: the one on the very end by a woman in her
early twenties that already sat there when Harry had arrived and the one, two seats
over by an older gentleman that smiled when he caught Harry's gaze. He had small
spectacles leaning on the front of his nose and he was hiding his balding head
underneath a bowler hat, which he had politely tipped at the woman when he came
in.</p>
<p>Harry sat rigidly, his hands folded in his lap as he awaited his turn. A few
hallways down, he could hear urgent voices and the banging of closets. It was not
every day that he found himself amidst the hustle and bustle of St Mungo's but today
he was here for his interview. The more the thought about it, the more eager he
became to be allowed a chance at working here for a while. That thought alone made
him rather nervous so he did his best to clear his mind and ignore his
surroundings.</p>
<p>The door opened and a girl his age stalked out rather confidently, walking away
without looking back.</p>
<p>"Sophia Williams," called a man, reading the name from a clipboard. "We are ready
to see you now."</p>
<p>Ms Williams got up from her seat, straightened her skirt and walked over to the
man who stepped aside to allow her entry. He closed the door behind him, effectively
blocking all sounds from within from escaping. There was no doubt in Harry's mind
that a silencing spell was firmly in place.</p>
<p>"Yer needn't look so worried, lad," the older gentlemen told Harry when he was
about to go back to staring at his hands. Instead, he aimed his emerald gaze at the
man and blinked in slight confusion.</p>
<p>"Sir?" He asked respectfully.</p>
<p>The man inclined his head towards the door and smiled. "They'll need an 'ole lot
of people ter fix the right mess they're in, don'tcha think?"</p>
<p>"I suppose so, sir," Harry replied, shifting his hands in his lap. He really
didn't feel up to conversation right now but didn't think it polite to just ignore
the man. Instead, he refocused his attention and asked: "Are you here for the
internship as well?" The man looked just a tad too old for that.</p>
<p>"Aye, lad," the man replied scornfully. "Ah done and messed up the job ah had in
me previous life. So I've found meself with no choice but ter learn a new craft or
two."</p>
<p>"And you chose to become a potioneer?" Harry asked incredulously. He glanced at
the man's hands, half expecting them to be trembling but they were steady and
slender.</p>
<p>"Why nae?" The man said. "It's rather interestin'. An' ah think I'm rather good at
it. What about ye?"</p>
<p>"I'm not half bad," Harry told the man. "I haven't blown up a cauldron in
years."</p>
<p>The man chuckled. "I 'aven't exactly got a clean record' meself," he said. "But as
ah said, they be needin' lots of people to 'elp. They shan't turn us away, I'm
certain of it."</p>
<p>"I sure hope so, sir," Harry said.</p>
<p>The man wanted to say more but thankfully, the door opened at that moment to allow
Ms Williams to walk out. Her facial expression was one of concern but that could mean
just about anything.</p>
<p>"Harry Potter," the man with the clipboard now said. Harry ignored the gasp that
elicited from the older gentleman and rose from his seat.</p>
<p>"You may enter," clipboard man said and Harry walked inside, very aware of the
door that closed behind him and the silencing spell that was cast at the hands of
Caratacus Lovegood.</p>
<p>"Harry Potter," he greeted evenly, gesturing towards a chair for Harry to sit on.
Harry noticed that Lovegood's eyes did not travel to his scar and that his name had
been spoken just like any other name would be. This both pleased and worried Harry.
Obediently, he took a seat.</p>
<p>"It is good to see you again, Master Lovegood," Harry said as cordially as he
possibly could.</p>
<p>"Likewise, Mr Potter," Lovegood replied dismissively. "Now, if you could kindly
fill in this questionnaire for me so we can see what it is you know."</p>
<p>A piece of parchment was shoved in front of Harry on which fifteen questions were
asked. Harry frowned at them. They were so basic that any fifth-year could have
answered them. He almost felt insulted.</p>
<p>'<em>What is the main ingredient used in most antidotes</em>?'<br/>
<em>'A bezoar'</em>, obviously.</p>
<p>'<em>What must you always remember when cutting up murtlap tentacles</em>?'<br/>
Harry chuckled to himself in reminiscence before writing down: '<em>Remove the
suction cups</em>.'</p>
<p>'<em>How can you check if a blood clotting potion has expired?'<br/>
'Its colour becomes brown instead of red.</em>'</p>
<p>And so it continued. Halfway through the written test, Harry glanced up at
Lovegood in disbelief. Was the man playing with him? Why were these questions so very
basic? But Lovegood was scribbling away hastily while Harry took his test, clearly
still working even while taking these interviews.</p>
<p>Harry suppressed a sigh and finished filling in all the questions, absolutely
certain that he got every last one of them correct. He handed the test back to
Lovegood who scanned it over before nodding.</p>
<p>"Very well, Mr Potter," he said. "You are hired. Please return at seven o'clock in
the morning next week Monday. You will be working with healer Johnson. Ask for him
when you floo in."</p>
<p>Lovegood then looked towards his assistant. "Call in the next one," he said and
returned his attention to his work. Harry felt somewhat flabbergasted as he was
ushered out of the room. Perhaps the older gentleman outside had been right and they
were really desperate to get all the help they could get. Harry scoffed to himself.
Hermione would have been able to get this internship as well had she so desired. Even
Ron might have. On the other hand, no. No, he wouldn't have.</p>
<p>"John Scofield," the man with the clipboard called as Harry took some automatic
steps forward. He glanced at Mr Scofield who winked slyly before entering the office
full of confidence. Harry shook his head in disbelief and made for the front entrance
where he would be flooing home.</p>
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<p>He didn't even falter when he stepped out of the floo and into the house in
Spinner's End, though the soot still clung to his robes as if he had cleaned the
chimney in them. Snape was waiting for him, pretending to read a book. Harry
<em>knew</em> he was pretending since he was still on the exact same page he had been
on when Harry left.</p>
<p>"Interesting book, Severus?" Harry asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow in a feeble
attempt to copy the dark Potions Master.</p>
<p>Snape smirked at him and put the book down. "How did it go?" he asked instead of
replying to Harry's question.</p>
<p>Harry sighed and sank into the couch.</p>
<p>"That bad?" Snape asked, frowning in disbelief.</p>
<p>"Actually, no," Harry told him. "They practically threw the internship at me. It's
like they're desperate or something."</p>
<p>"Why do you think so?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>Harry drew up his legs and folded them underneath him as he leaned on the armrest.
"All I needed to do was fill out a lousy fifteen-question-questionnaire with
questions that anyone who had gotten an OWL in potions would have been able to
answer," he said bitterly. "They gave me the position on the spot but I think they
gave it to practically anyone that showed up."</p>
<p>"You must understand that they're desperate," Snape pointed out. "They are
tremendously shorthanded as it is, and people keep quitting on the spot."</p>
<p>"Still," Harry sighed. "They're going to have me do nothing but basic stuff."</p>
<p>"Then that is what you will do," Snape told him plainly. "You will create the most
basic of potions and you will make them to be perfect. Perform to the best of your
abilities and you will be trusted with more important tasks."</p>
<p>"Do you really think so?" Harry asked, completely unconvinced.</p>
<p>"Trust me," Snape said easily. "You will get your chance. As I said, they're
constantly shorthanded and I'm certain that the time will come where they will be in
need of your expertise. That's when you'll so kindly make yourself of use."</p>
<p>"And if they don't?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Even if they don't," Snape said, "you will still get the experience you need and
the opportunity to learn new things. There is no rush."</p>
<p>Harry sighed, stealing one of Snape's biscuits. "No rush," he agreed.</p>
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<p>That next Monday came very fast. Not wanting to be late, Harry had gotten up at
five-thirty, took a quick shower and ate some breakfast – despite feeling nervous –
leaving him enough time to wish Snape a good morning when the man got up at six
forty-five and use the floo to get to St Mungo's.</p>
<p>He bypassed an already full waiting room to go the reception desk where a stocky
bespectacled woman looked up at him with a questioning gaze.</p>
<p>"How can I help you?" she asked. Harry could hear the weariness in her voice and
wondered just how long she had been working her shift already.</p>
<p>"I'm Harry Potter," Harry informed her, ignoring the slight widening of her eyes.
"I'm here for my internship. I'm supposed to ask for healer Johnson."</p>
<p>The receptionist sighed deeply and grabbed a clipboard. "Right," she said after a
few seconds. "Healer Johnson should be waiting for you in laboratory seven. Just take
the hall on the right and keep going until you reach the elevators. Take them down to
level B-1 and keep walking until you reach number seven."</p>
<p>That sounded easy enough. "Thanks," Harry said. The receptionist was already
looking over his shoulder to greet the next person in line and Harry took that as his
cue to leave. He followed the instructions he had been given and ended up in his
designated location with relative ease. The first thing he noticed when he reached
level B-1 was how quiet the corridors were. He wondered if this was because of
silencing spells or because of the lack of brewers. Deciding not to dwell on it, he
walked into lab seven where a tall man was brewing what smelled like an antidote for
lesser poisons. He looked up when Harry walked in and motioned for the boy to take a
seat.</p>
<p>"I'll be right with you, Mr Potter," he said, stirring the potion. "I just need to
focus on finishing this potion."</p>
<p>Seeing how he was a little bit early, Harry didn't mind. While healer Johnson was
brewing, Harry looked around the room and found it ridiculously empty. It was a very
large room that was a hundred feet long and thirty feet wide. Throughout the middle
of the room stood a very long table that stretched from the front to the back of the
room, a couple of stools on wheels resting underneath it.</p>
<p>The walls were lined with potion ingredients from top to bottom with large stairs
attached to the shelves in order for the brewers to be able to get to them. Harry saw
practically every ingredient he could imagine and that included even the rarest of
sorts. Underneath the tables, there were also several shelves but these were lined
with books to their fullest capacity which seemed to be more than it physically could
be.</p>
<p>Many grates with empty cauldrons waited to be used, stirrers of every shape and
size resting on the table. Parchment and quills could be found for when notes needed
to be taken and there was even some chalk available that Harry could use for a
containment field should he so desire.</p>
<p>"There," healer Johnson said as he hauled his cauldron off the fire. "That should
do it. At least I hope so."</p>
<p>"It looks alright to me," Harry said.</p>
<p>"You would know, I suspect," Johnson pointed out. "While I do know some things
about the brewing of potions, I am definitely no potioneer. But everyone needs to
pitch in while people leave left and right."</p>
<p>"Why are people quitting?" Harry dared ask.</p>
<p>Johnson sighed. "The stress gets to them," he replied. "Many potions need to be
brewed nowadays; Not only that but chief Lovegood wants a cure to be found for the
sick muggles and when the potioneers are unable to do that, he can get somewhat
cross."</p>
<p>"Am I the only one who will be working here, sir?" Harry asked as he glanced
around the empty room once more.</p>
<p>"Normally I have one other person coming in," Johnson said, checking his watch.
"But he seems to be running late. Not a good start to an internship, I daresay." He
put his hands on his hips, looking into his cauldron for a moment before snapping his
attention back to Harry.</p>
<p>"In any case, I'll be needing for you to brew three hundred pain-relieving potions
today," he said. "Stocks are running low and our patients are suffering."</p>
<p>"Three hundred?" Harry gasped. "I don't think I can do that before five
o'clock."</p>
<p>Johnson laughed out loud at that. "Mr Potter," he said. "None of us have the
luxury of leaving on time. I suspect you will notice that soon enough. Ah, Mr
Scofield, there you are."</p>
<p>Harry barely had the time to register the assumption that he would be staying
until very late when the kindly older gentleman he had met earlier walked in with a
big smile on his face.</p>
<p>"Sorry I'm late," John said. "The floo traffic was nae pleasant."</p>
<p>"Don't worry Mr Scofield," Johnson said, waving off his apology. "I need you to
start brewing blood replenishing potions. About a hundred should do for now."</p>
<p>"Aye, Healer Johnson, ah will," John said, completely undeterred by the expected
amount. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over to the left side of the table. Harry
remained on the right side and did the same.</p>
<p>"I will leave you to it then," Johnson said. "If you need me, I'll be upfront with
the patients."</p>
<p>"Aye, sir," John said at the same time that Harry said: "Yes, sir."</p>
<p>The healer left, leaving the two interns up to their own devices.</p>
<p>"I told yer tha' they would 'appily take anyone," John said as he gathered his
ingredients. "They even took a chance on me."</p>
<p>"But there were others too," Harry pointed out. He got water started in eight
cauldrons and started gathering his ingredients as well. "And they're not in
here."</p>
<p>"This is lab seven," John replied easily, "I reckon tha' there are other brewers
in the other labs as well."</p>
<p>"You're probably right," Harry said. He started preparing his ingredients, making
sure to reactivate the ones he could with innate magic the same way Snape had taught
him. He caught John glancing at him curiously a couple of times but didn't allow the
man to distract him.</p>
<p>"At the risk of soundin' a wee bit dumb," John said after a while, "Magic is
s'posed ta be detrimental ta potions innit?"</p>
<p>Harry smiled. "It is," he agreed. "But only if you don't know how to use innate
magic. My Master showed me how."</p>
<p>"That's mighty interestin', tha' is," John said in obvious excitement. "An' who is
yer Master, laddie?"</p>
<p>"Severus Snape," Harry said proudly. "He taught me everything I know."</p>
<p>"I've 'eard of 'im," John said, clumsily grinding some bat fangs. "He's in the
practical Potioneer a lot int it he?"</p>
<p>"All the time," Harry agreed. "And he deserves to be. He's really good at what he
does."</p>
<p>"I reckon' he is," John agreed, continuing to prepare his ingredients in silence.
Harry – who was grateful that the man stopped asking questions, continued preparing
his very large pile of ingredients with the expert motions of a seasoned brewer. He
noticed that John was moving a lot slower as he was still trying to cut his
ingredients as precisely as he could. He didn't show the automatic movements that
Harry had already mastered and Harry wondered if the man would even be able to brew
half of what he was ordered today.</p>
<p>It didn't take long for Harry to reach that point where he withdrew into his own
thoughts and just created his potions without even thinking too much about it. It was
when he felt most at peace and not even the impossible amount of potions they were
expecting from him brought him any stress. It just made him all the more determined
to show them all just what he was made of.</p>
<p>Methodically, he worked his eight cauldrons at once, bottling the finished potions
expertly as soon as they were ready and placing them on the waiting tray. Every hour
or so, a nurse would come to take the potions with her, whirling them off to wherever
these potions got stored. John was also able to complete several potions each hour
and although he didn't move as fast as Harry, his potions seemed to be
well-brewed.</p>
<p>It was nearing midday and Harry had sent off his last cauldrons for cleaning,
filling eight new ones with water when he heard a familiar voice.</p>
<p>"Hi, Harry."</p>
<p>He turned around to find Luna standing in the doorway, a satchel in her hand.</p>
<p>"Luna,' Harry greeted happily. He left his cauldrons for what they were and rushed
over to give Luna a quick kiss. "What are you doing here?"</p>
<p>"It's nearly lunchtime," she said matter-of-factly. "You must be getting hungry."
She smiled and extended the hand that held the satchel. Harry chuckled and looked at
her.</p>
<p>"How did you even know that I neglected to bring lunch?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Did I know that?" Luna asked and Harry wondered if she was talking to him or to
herself. "I suppose I might have. You need to take care of yourself before you can
take care of others, don't you think?"</p>
<p>"Yer absolutely right, lassie," John said as he wiped his hands on a piece of
cloth. "The lad is so caught up in 'is work tha' I dinnae think he would bother to
eat."</p>
<p>Luna smiled kindly at him. "He gets like that sometimes," she said. "But that's
alright. I'll look out for him."</p>
<p>"He's lucky ter 'ave ye," John said easily. "Name's John, by the way. John
Scofield."</p>
<p>"Pleased to meet you, Mr Scofield," Luna said, shaking his hand. "I'm Luna
Lovegood."</p>
<p>"Like ther chief?" John asked. "Is he yer da'? Never mind. Tha's rude of me ter
ask."</p>
<p>"Not at all," Luna said kindly. "The chief is my uncle. He's a very nice man."</p>
<p>"I reckon'," John replied. Harry glanced at him, willing the man to leave him to
eat with Luna in peace and apparently he was smart enough to get the message.</p>
<p>"I'll be off ter continue brewin' now," John said all of a sudden. "I fear I'm
somewhat be'ind."</p>
<p>"I'll see you in a bit," Harry said before joining Luna outside.</p>
<p>"He seems nice," Luna commented.</p>
<p>"Overly so," Harry said in exasperation. "I just want to focus on brewing but he
seems to want to talk a lot."</p>
<p>"I'm sure he means well," Luna said as she hooked her arms around Harry's elbow.
"He's no doubt eager to get to know you and learn from you. I got the sense that he's
really interested in brewing."</p>
<p>"Well, he should be," Harry pointed out. "He's an intern here just like me."</p>
<p>"Then you should do your best to get along," Luna said. "You'll probably be
spending a lot of time with him."</p>
<p>Harry groaned but nodded. "You're right," he said. "As you always are."</p>
<p>"How has your day been going?" Luna asked.</p>
<p>"Alright," Harry said. "I've only been brewing pain relief potions and it doesn't
look like I'll be done with them for a while but it's actually been fun. There's
something relaxing about methodically doing something you're good at. And I've brewed
this potion so many times already, I know exactly how to brew it."</p>
<p>Luna and Harry went to sit down at a table in the courtyard of the hospital. It
was a nice day out and Harry enjoyed the rays of sunshine that reached his skin. Luna
started unpacking the duffle bag and revealed sandwiches with cheese as well as two
pieces of treacle tart that Harry eyed hungrily.</p>
<p>"This is amazing, Luna," Harry said as he grabbed one of the sandwiches.</p>
<p>"You should thank your dad for this," Luna said evenly as she nibbled her own
sandwich.</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Harry asked suspiciously.</p>
<p>"He prepared this lunch for us," Luna said happily. "And then he flooed me and
asked me to bring this to you. I think he thought you might have appreciated it."</p>
<p>Harry blushed slightly as he got started on his second sandwich. He couldn't
believe how hungry he had gotten without even noticing it.</p>
<p>"It's nice how he's looking out for you," Luna then said. "Oh, this one is with
jam. Want some?"</p>
<p>When Harry opened his mouth to reply, Luna took her chance and inserted the
sandwich into Harry's mouth who took a bite before Luna retreated. He did his best
not to choke on the unexpected bite of food and chewed it.</p>
<p>"It's good, isn't it?" Luna asked. She was leaning her head on her hand as she
watched Harry rather coyly.</p>
<p>Harry laughed after he finally swallowed his food and claimed one of the pieces of
treacle tart. "It was lovely, Luna," he said. "So how have you been getting on?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I've been enjoying my summer so far," Luna said dreamily. "I've already
finished my potions essay for Professor Slughorn. He asked an essay about liquid luck
but I think he would rather enjoy my addition about the Chinese Crane and how its
presence seems to elicit the same effect."</p>
<p>"Does it?" Harry asked suspiciously.</p>
<p>"I'm rather sure of it," Luna replied, now claiming the second piece of treacle
tart. "My father went to China once. He met a crane in Xi'an that followed him around
for the better part of the day. He's never been luckier."</p>
<p>"Your father has been to China?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Oh yes," Luna said. "He travels quite often. He's been to nearly every part of
the world in his search of rare fauna and flora."</p>
<p>"Have you ever gone with him?" Harry asked, his piece of treacle tart now
gone.</p>
<p>"Only very rarely," Luna replied. "I was at school during most of his travels and
even during the summer vacation, he prefers to leave me at home. He tells me it's not
safe, you see?"</p>
<p>Slyly, Luna slid the second half of her treacle tart over to Harry, smiling
sweetly all the while.</p>
<p>Harry frowned as he stared at the piece of tart that seemed to mysteriously appear
in front of him, not really registering where it came from. "He leaves you alone?" he
asked.</p>
<p>"Sometimes," Luna said." But it's quite alright. He always brings me back
something fascinating. And he has so many stories to tell."</p>
<p>Harry absentmindedly began eating the treacle tart as he thought about that. "I
don't mean to be rude but doesn't that seem a bit…harsh?"</p>
<p>"Oh no," Luna objected. "He doesn't mean to be harsh at all. It's just that since
my mother died, he sometimes seems to forget that I'm still there."</p>
<p>Harry grabbed Luna's hand concernedly and squeezed it.</p>
<p>"Don't feel sad, Harry," Luna told him before he could start comforting her. "I
love my father very much and I know for sure that he feels the same. It's just that
sometimes I need to take care of him as much as he needs to take care of me. It's
like with you and Professor Snape."</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked. "I don't think that's right. I haven't really done anything
for Severus."</p>
<p>"You and I both know that that's not true," Luna told him. "And it's fine that
way. It's nice to be depended on sometimes, don't you think?"</p>
<p>Harry thought about that, finally realizing that Luna had sneakily given him the
largest part of her own piece of treacle tart. He smiled at the thoughtful girl and
raised her hand to his lips to kiss it.</p>
<p>"You're amazing, Luna," he told her. "Thank you so much for keeping me
company."</p>
<p>"Anytime, Harry," Luna said sweetly. "Now go on. Go back to saving the world
again."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. He got up, kissed the top of Luna's head and headed back to his
lab. If she would manage to come over like this every now and then, he knew that he
would make it through these days easily. With a spring in his step and a smile on his
face, he went back to brewing the pain-relieving potions with renewed vigour.</p>
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<p>It was past eleven o'clock when Harry finally stumbled out of the fireplace to get
back home. The lights were out and the rooms were quiet. Snape had already gone to
bed, no doubt. Harry yawned as he ran a hand through his hair, barely succeeding in
keeping his eyes open. But he had done it. He had brewed all three hundred
pain-relieving potions in one day.</p>
<p>He had gotten very surprised looks from healer Johnson when he announced his
results and suspected that they might not even have expected Harry to finish his
assignment in one day. John surely hadn't managed. He had only finished forty blood
replenishing potions.</p>
<p>Harry dragged himself up the stairs and into his room, collapsing onto his bed
without even taking his clothes and shoes off first. It didn't even take ten seconds
for him to fall into a deep sleep that he would not stir from easily. That's why he
didn't notice when Snape came into his room just twenty minutes later to remove his
shoes, transfigure his clothes into pyjama's and lift his blankets to rest on top of
him.</p>
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<p><em>Per the norm, this will be the last update of the week. I will be back on
Monday, though! Please tell me what you think through your fabulous reviews! I'm
anxious to know how you feel about all of this.</em></p>
<p><em>Oh, and a happy birthday to Vueren!</em></p>
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4. Chapter 4
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<p><em>I had a hint of writer's block writing this chapter. But here it is! Thank you
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 4</strong></p>
<p>"So Fred and George just went off to Egypt and haven't been back in weeks," Ron
explained. "They hired some guy fresh out of school to man the store while they're
gone but I don't think he was expecting them to be gone for quite so long."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled when he thought about just what the twins were getting up to.</p>
<p>Ron, Hermione and himself were sitting in the Hogwarts express that would once
again take them to their beloved school for the last time. Well, at least for Ron and
Hermione. Harry could have taken the floo but wanted to experience this ride one last
time. Next year though, he probably would just travel with Snape instead.</p>
<p>Lucky for him, Ron was now limerick-free.</p>
<p>"They didn't even tell me what they were going to do," Ron continued, "They said
that they were going to visit Bill but I don't think that would take so long. And why
wouldn't they know when they would be able to get back from a regular visit? No,
something fishy is going on."</p>
<p>"They probably just needed a vacation," Hermione offered, "They've been working so
very hard, after all."</p>
<p>Ron huffed, "I doubt it. Their workplace is their playground. Every day is a
holiday for those two. No, I think they're trying to invent another joke or prank of
sorts which they're going to test on me as soon as they're back."</p>
<p>"So don't eat anything they give you," Harry suggested.</p>
<p>"He could never turn down food," Hermione said indignantly, "Not even if he
suspected it was laced with something suspicious."</p>
<p>"It is bad practice to waste food," Ron said matter-of-factly. "And I'm at least
eighty per cent sure that the twins won't try to kill me."</p>
<p>"But they might have you speaking in limericks for another month," Harry said.</p>
<p>Ron made a rude sound. "Like they would ever get the recipe from Snape," he said,
"Nah, It'll probably be something less subtle like… I don't know… Having someone
speak in a high pitched voice or something."</p>
<p>"I don't know, Ron, they might end up surprising you," Harry teased.</p>
<p>"What?" Ron exclaimed, "Harry, you know something, don't you?"</p>
<p>"Don't be silly," Harry replied easily, "How would I know more than you? It's not
like they randomly stop by or anything."</p>
<p>Harry winked at Hermione who giggled into her hand.</p>
<p>"Have any of you seen Draco, by the way?" Harry asked, "I'm a bit surprised that
he didn't join us."</p>
<p>"I think that coming back to school might be a bit hard for him," Hermione replied
softly, "We've been owling over the holidays and he doesn't like leaving his mother
alone for so long. Not after… you know."</p>
<p>"Yeah," Ron agreed, "It must be tough coming back here. This is where his dad got
killed and everything."</p>
<p>"I guess he's grateful that there's only one year left of school," Harry said, "I
wonder what he's planning on doing after."</p>
<p>"Artefact creation," Hermione said easily, "That's what he's told me anyway. He's
gotten really interested in it."</p>
<p>"It beats Death Eater," Ron shrugged.</p>
<p>"Ron!" Hermione chided, "What an awful thing to say."</p>
<p>"I was just kidding, Hermione," Ron said, frowning somewhat. "You really don't
need to protect the Malfoy heir against all the evils in the world."</p>
<p>"I'm not!" Hermione argued, "I just think he needs a friend, right now."</p>
<p>"Fine," Ron said sort if grumpily, "But don't forget that I need you too."</p>
<p>Hermione rolled up the magazine she was reading and lightly tapped Ron on the head
with it. "Don't be jealous, Ronald," she chided, "You know you're much more important
to me."</p>
<p>Ron grinned. "You'd best remember that! Oh Harry, did you want a chocolate
frog?"</p>
<p>Harry accepted and unwrapped his chocolate treat as Hermione went back to reading
'<em>The Practical Potioneer</em>'. Harry frowned when he recognised the cover.</p>
<p>"Since when do <em>you</em> read Potions magazines?" he asked.</p>
<p>Hermione huffed somewhat in annoyance. "Well, I'll have you know I've looked into
staying at Hogwarts for a specialisation year as well. And to do that, I've been
reading up on the different Masters and what is required to become one."</p>
<p>"Severus is always reading that magazine as well," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"Well, of course, he is," Hermione said exasperatedly, "It's the foremost magazine
on everything regarding potions after all. If you want to stay on top of things, you
need to be reading it every time another edition comes out. Didn't you know
that?"</p>
<p>Harry flushed a little. "No, I didn't," he admitted, "Do you think I could read it
once you're done with it?"</p>
<p>Hermione passed him the magazine with a sigh, "Go ahead. I've already read it
twice," she said, "And there's a form in the back that you can fill out if you want a
subscription. I suggest that you do so since you've already chosen to specialise in
potions."</p>
<p>"I will!" Harry said gratefully, "Thanks, Hermione."</p>
<p>"You're very welcome," Hermione replied sweetly as she withdrew another magazine
from her bag called '<em>A plan for Plants'</em>.</p>
<p>Ron rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. "You guys have fun," he said flatly,
"I'll just go look for Draco or Neville or something."</p>
<p>Both Hermione and Harry grunted noncommittally, already engrossed in their
reading.</p>
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<p>When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over to their usual spots in the middle of the
Gryffindor table, they noticed Draco sitting on the Slytherin side. When they saw
each other, Draco raised his hand in greeting but stayed in his seat. Harry didn't
know if he was staying because he still needed some time to himself or not but either
way, he was sure that during the night of the sorting at least, students were not
allowed to mingle among other houses. Especially when those students were prefects.
So Harry just smiled in return and took his seat.</p>
<p>He glanced over at the high table and noticed that Snape was regarding him
carefully. Almost as he had done during the feast, his very first year. But there was
no malice in his eyes this time. Harry smiled at him which seemed to satisfy Snape
since he turned away and started talking to McGonagall.</p>
<p>Harry had not anticipated for a new teacher to make their way into Hogwarts this
year since Slughorn was still teaching potions, and Snape had managed to hold on to
the defence position, but there she was.</p>
<p>She was a woman in her early thirties with long, dark chocolate hair and amber
eyes that seemed to shine with glee as she took in the great hall. She was clearly
not very tall and seemed somewhat shy as she was listening politely to other
teachers' conversations but didn't jump in herself. Harry thought she looked sort of
lonely as she sat there.</p>
<p>And who was she anyway? All the other teachers seemed to still be present so Harry
could not imagine what the woman was doing there.</p>
<p>As always, McGonagall stood at the ready with the sorting hat to divide the new
group of first years into the four houses. Harry clapped along dutifully for every
child that joined Gryffindor but ignored the jeers and scathing remarks some of the
Gryffindors would make when a child was sorted into Slytherin.</p>
<p>When the sorting was over, Dumbledore rose from his seat and spread his arms to
signify that he was about to make an announcement. It didn't take long for the
majority of the children to quiet down and for the rest of them to be elbowed by
their peers until they too shut their mouth. Once everyone had settled down,
Dumbledore smiled happily, his eyes twinkling and addressed the students.</p>
<p>"It is nice to see so many new faces grace this hall with their presence, this
year," he began, "And it pleases me, even more, to announce that one of those new
faces will be your new History of Magic teacher."</p>
<p>Surprised murmurs rose from the more seasoned students of Hogwarts. Dumbledore
allowed it to go on for a few minutes before resolutely raising a hand, motioning for
everyone to calm down once more.</p>
<p>"It has come to my attention that Professor Binns no longer wished to teach. He
would rather spend the rest of his death in peace and quiet. We thank him for the
many years of service and wish him the very best. In his stead, we welcome the very
talented and engaging Professor Maya Bell."</p>
<p>The new woman gave a small wave, smiling shyly before dropping her hand and
looking back at Dumbledore.</p>
<p>"That's the author of '<em>Connections through the ages'</em>," Hermione
hissed.</p>
<p>"I am well aware that most of you who had the opportunity dropped the subject of
History of Magic altogether," Dumbledore continued, "Which has resulted in there not
being a single student in the NEWT class. Now I am aware that this is perhaps the
result of something other than simply the subject matter."</p>
<p>Harry noticed Snape shake his head lightly in dismay.</p>
<p>"Which is why I want to offer you all a chance to get reacquainted with History of
Magic. I only ask of you that you see it through for a couple of weeks. If you decide
– after these weeks – that you would still wish to drop the subject, I will not blame
you and allow you to do so without a problem. But it would make me most happy if you
would generously use your time to give Professor Bell a chance. I know for sure that
she might surprise you."</p>
<p>Dumbledore's eyes twinkled fiercely in the light of the enchanted candle.</p>
<p>"Now I do believe that I've kept you long enough," Dumbledore concluded, "Please
enjoy your meal."</p>
<p>After this confusing turn of events, platters appeared on every edge of every
table, filled with the most delicious food of any kind. Harry grabbed the first
pitcher of pumpkin juice that was in reach and smelled it carefully before pouring
himself a glass. He took a small sip and slushed it around in his mouth cautiously
before deciding that if it was indeed poisoned, it was undetectable. He looked over
his shoulder to see Draco give him a sheepish grin and held up his glass in salute
before drinking resolutely.</p>
<p>He then looked at Snape who raised his eyebrow at him and Harry gave him the
thumbs up after which Snape rolled his eyes.</p>
<p>"So what do you make of this new teacher?" Hermione asked.</p>
<p>"She's cute," Ron said pointedly as he stared at the high table.</p>
<p>"Ron!" Hermione chided, smacking him on the head.</p>
<p>"It sucks that we need to take History again," Harry groaned, "I won't have enough
time for everything as it is."</p>
<p>"You can just drop it again after a few weeks," Hermione pointed out, "And
besides, it might turn out to be interesting."</p>
<p>"Yeah, it's about time they found a replacement for old Binns," Ron said, "I can't
believe they didn't do so sooner."</p>
<p>"It did seem a bit overdue," Hermione agreed.</p>
<p>Harry looked back at the high table to see Professor Bell try and strike up a
conversation with Snape but the Potions Master gave her a curt reply and turned away
to chat to McGonagall. Bell seemed to take it in stride though. She just shrugged and
turned towards Flitwick who sat on her other side and happily engaged in conversation
with her.</p>
<p>'<em>Play Nice'</em> Harry wrote on the cuff Snape had given him for his birthday
the previous year. Snape looked at his wrist and simply shot Harry an exasperated
look before continuing his conversation with the transfiguration professor.</p>
<p>"Did Snape tell you about her beforehand?" Ron asked curiously.</p>
<p>"Nope," Harry replied, "Kept me completely in the dark."</p>
<p>"Oh well, he doesn't strike me as the talkative type even at the best of times,"
Ron said.</p>
<p>"He probably wasn't allowed to say anything," Hermione argued.</p>
<p>"Why in the world would that even matter?" Ron asked, "This could hardly be
considered a state secret."</p>
<p>"Well, whatever the case, I think it's nice that we get another shot at History
this year," Hermione said resolutely, "And who knows. If she's a good teacher, I
might even consider a speciality year in the subject."</p>
<p>"If McGonagall allows you to," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"Oh, why wouldn't she?" Hermione said, "No professor would ever deter a student
from learning more, would they?"</p>
<p>Hermione dug into her food and Ron shared a knowing look with Harry. McGonagall
better agree to something or Hermione was going to be hell to be around for the
entirety of the year.</p>
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<p>After a day of classes that were hardly interesting, Harry found himself in the
library with Hermione at his side. They had been in there for an hour already,
finishing up the homework they had already been assigned before moving on to more
personal topics.</p>
<p>For Hermione that meant building a case for herself that would hopefully convince
McGonagall to allow her to stay an extra year.</p>
<p>For Harry, this meant building up his theorem. The sheer amount of books in the
library were sure to help him. And lucky for him, Snape had trusted him enough to
grant him unlimited access to the forbidden section. That was a good thing too
because there was information there that he would desperately need.</p>
<p>The current subject matter of interest was Dementors.</p>
<p>'<em>Related to the Lethifolds, Dementors are that much more vile. They cannot be
killed but they do have a natural life-span that runs out eventually. No one knows
how long that is since no dementor can be distinguished from the rest.'</em></p>
<p>Harry skimmed the pages as he tried to find what he was looking for.</p>
<p>'<em>They feed off of people's terror and darkness, removing all feelings of
happiness as they draw closer to make it easier for them to prey on their victims.
When their prey is sufficiently made devoid of happiness and hope, the soul becomes
more vulnerable to outside influences. Eventually, it can be taken by a dementor,
resulting in what is known as the Dementor's kiss. There is no recovery possible from
such an attack.</em>'</p>
<p>"What are you reading about?" Hermione asked, shaking Harry's focus.</p>
<p>"Dementors," Harry replied, showing Hermione the passage he was reading.</p>
<p>"interesting," Hermione said, "A bit dark, but interesting."</p>
<p>"It's remarkable that they attack the soul," Harry told her, "They are able to
suck out, and therefore move a soul, something that is normally not only invisible
but also untouchable which is probably why most muggles are sceptical about its
existence."</p>
<p>Hermione nodded contemplatively, "True," she agreed, "Since they consume thoughts
and emotions, I can only assume that the soul is classified in the same category as
those."</p>
<p>"I don't think that's entirely right," Harry said, "I think the soul <em>is</em>
the category."</p>
<p>"Ah, that would make a lot of sense!" Hermione said, "But what does that
mean?"</p>
<p>"Do you remember that spell my mother created?" Harry asked, "The one that can
convey emotion?"</p>
<p>"Of course I do," Hermione huffed indignantly, "We used it to help Draco out,
after all."</p>
<p>"What if I can use it to sort of imitate the dementors? You know, to draw a soul
closer."</p>
<p>"I don't know, Harry," Hermione said carefully, "That sounds kind of dark. And I
think it's an innate ability of theirs, not one you can emulate. And why would you
want to do something like that anyway?"</p>
<p>"It's not like that," Harry replied, "I don't plan on sucking out anyone's soul or
anything. What I want to do is attract them, pull them closer so to speak. I can't
explain why just yet. It's for the potion I'm trying to create, you see?"</p>
<p>"Well, as long as you're careful," Hermione said, frowning at her friend,
"Professor Snape is supervising you, right?"</p>
<p>"He is," Harry assured her, "I am not even allowed to start brewing until he
approves of my theorem." He sighed heavily, "I've already worked on it a bit over the
summer but it's coming along very slowly."</p>
<p>"Well it's not as if you have a deadline," Hermione pointed out, "Take it slow and
be thorough. Especially when meddling with things like dementors."</p>
<p>"Don't worry, I will be," Harry assured her.</p>
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<p>Hogwarts was overtaken by a horrible heatwave. It had gotten so bad that the
students were allowed to forego their school robes and were wearing nothing but their
normal clothes. Even most of the teachers refused to don their teaching robes. Only
Snape seemed to ignore the suffocating heat, proudly stalking through the hallways as
his robes billowed behind him.</p>
<p>It helped, of course, that he spent a large portion of his day in the dungeons.
Even the defence classroom was in the vicinity of the cooler part of the castle.</p>
<p>The many owls that lived in the school were sluggish and annoyed, preening their
feathers more than normal and delivering the mail with long delays. Hedwig, however,
seemed to be worse off than any of the other owls. One morning, she came swooping in
at breakfast. She was on her way back from delivering Harry's subscription for
'<em>The Practical Potioneer'</em>, the first edition already tied to her talons,
when she all but crashed into his bowl of cereal.</p>
<p>"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed loudly, jumping up from his seat. Hedwig screeched
softly as she flapped her wings weakly.</p>
<p>"Take her to Hagrid," Hermione said in a panicked tone, "He'll know what to
do."</p>
<p>Harry didn't need to be told that a second time. He scooped up the weakened owl in
his arms and raced to the high table where none of the teachers seemed to have
noticed anything being amiss.</p>
<p>Hagrid – who was sweating profusely under the mass of hair that he called a beard
– looked up as Harry came to a stop in front of the high table and showed him the
weakened owl.</p>
<p>"Hagrid," he said helplessly, "Something's wrong with Hedwig."</p>
<p>"Oh dear," Hagrid said as he took Hedwig from Harry, "It'll be alright, my beauty,
don't you worry."</p>
<p>Hagrid emptied a bowl of potatoes onto his plate and filled it with cool water. He
dunked Hedwig's feet in the bowl but kept her body out of it, offering her a separate
saucer to drink from.</p>
<p>"What's wrong with her, Hagrid?" Snape asked apprehensively, unhappy about Harry's
expression.</p>
<p>"She's overheated," Hagrid explained, "Snowy owls are not used to temperatures
such as these."</p>
<p>"What can I do?" Harry asked worriedly.</p>
<p>"You'd best take 'er somewhere cold, while it's this hot out," Hagrid replied,
"Take 'er to the dungeons if you can. I'm sure she'll perk right up after a few
hours."</p>
<p>Harry looked at Snape with a sort of pleading look in his eyes. "Would that be
alright, sir?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Of course," Snape agreed easily, "I wouldn't dare put your owl's health at risk."
He thought it over for a second, "I would advise you to put her in the students'
potions lab. Not a lot of people actually use it, and it's cold in there. I would put
her in my chambers but there's always a fire burning down there so I doubt that would
be an adequate solution."</p>
<p>Harry turned to Professor Slughorn at that. "Would that be alright with you,
professor?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Of course, Harry!" Slughorn replied amicably, "Anything for one of my top
students. Just make sure you provide her with a perch so she won't sit on any of the
cauldrons."</p>
<p>"Thanks, Professor," Harry said and raced down to the dungeons with a slightly
more lively Hedwig on his arm, the magazine still attached to her foot.</p>
<p>As promised, he provided her with a makeshift perch immediately, setting her up
with food and water and taking her burden away from her.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, girl," Harry said as he stroked Hedwig's soft feathers, "I should have
realized the weather was too hot for you. But don't worry, I won't have you flying
out for a while."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted softly in return, ruffling her feathers somewhat in dismay.</p>
<p>"It's for your own good, you know," Harry said, "But I'll keep you company as
often as I can, okay?"</p>
<p>Hedwig clicked her beak and tilted her head slightly as if she was thinking it
over. Then she flapped her wings, causing a loose feather to fall to the ground.</p>
<p>"Hmmm, that won't do," Harry said, "It would be bad for random owl feathers to be
added to people's potions. But don't worry!"</p>
<p>Harry took out his wand and twirled it a few times as he walked around Hedwig,
murmuring the incantation '<em>castus'</em> under his breath.</p>
<p>"There," Harry proclaimed proudly, "If I did it right, you shouldn't be dropping
any feathers or dirt or anything into anyone's cauldrons. I wouldn't want you to get
kicked out."</p>
<p>Hedwig didn't respond this time. She just stared at Harry accusingly.</p>
<p>"I promise that you won't get bored," Harry tried to dispel Hedwig's foul mood.
"Who knows, you could even help me out when I brew some potions."</p>
<p>Hedwig clicked her beak and turned away from Harry to start pruning her
feathers.</p>
<p>Harry sighed. "Get some rest, girl," he told her, "And don't bite anyone."</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 40</strong></p>
<p>Throughout the next couple of weeks, Harry dutifully got up at five-thirty, got
showered, ate breakfast and left for St Mungo's. Sometimes he would see Snape in the
last five minutes before he took his leave but most of the time, he didn't.</p>
<p>Nine times out of ten, Luna would meet Harry for lunch, lifting his spirits and
bringing him some of his favourites to eat. Treacle tart was often a part of it and
almost every time, Harry ended up eating her piece of tart as well.</p>
<p>Harry would always get an impossible amount of potions to brew and he managed
every day to complete his task while John never was. Though Harry had to admit that
the potions he <em>did</em> finish were of very respectable quality.</p>
<p>He would never be home in time for dinner nor even before nightfall. More often
than not, Snape would have already gone to bed by the time Harry got in and if not,
Harry was too exhausted to engage in any conversation that went beyond 'Good night'
anyways.</p>
<p>Right now, Harry was focusing on brewing a batch of fever reducer. He had raised
the number of cauldrons he was working with from eight to twelve, bustling about as
the concoctions required new ingredients to be added, and putting a stasis on those
that needed his immediate attention but that he couldn't get to just yet. He was so
very much into the brewing zone that he didn't even notice it when a few people
entered the lab.</p>
<p>"Harry Potter!" said a harsh voice. Harry glanced up from what he was doing for a
moment to see chief Lovegood standing there next to healer Johnson and a few other
healers that Harry didn't recognise. Harry flushed when he realized who had come down
to what he now considered to be <em>his</em> lab but knew that he couldn't get too
distracted lest his potion would fail. So he went back to adding sudarshan leaves to
the potion while addressing Chief Lovegood.</p>
<p>"How might I be of assistance, sir?" Harry asked, immediately walking over to
another cauldron as to not waste any time.</p>
<p>"What in the blazes are you doing, boy?" healer Johnson exclaimed. Harry glanced
at him, somewhat confused, but wasted no time to get back to yet another cauldron to
give it the much needed stirring it required. "You asked for fever-reducing potions,
did you not, sir?" he asked. "That's what I'm brewing."</p>
<p>"And is there any reason why you're using twelve cauldrons instead of one, Mr
Potter?" Lovegood now asked. "Do you realize the dangers of dividing your attention
as such?"</p>
<p>Harry put a stasis on all of the cauldrons with a single flick of his wand to now
give the healers his full attention. He noticed that John had also stopped brewing
and was following the conversation closely.</p>
<p>"Harry 'as been brewin' like this fer weeks," John said. "And he's not made a
single mistake yet."</p>
<p>"I did not ask your opinion, Mr Scofield," Lovegood said without taking his eyes
off of Harry. "Kindly go back to brewing your potion. You are behind as it is, as I
understand."</p>
<p>"Aye sir," John said dejectedly as he went back to his stirring.</p>
<p>"I don't understand the problem, sir," Harry said honestly. "This is how I've been
taught to brew. This is how I've always done it."</p>
<p>"You're an apprentice," Lovegood said coldly. "A Master such as Severus Snape will
have no problem with controlling multiple cauldrons at once, I'm sure, but a boy such
as yourself – who has no experience worth speaking of – will not be brewing quite so
dangerously!"</p>
<p>Harry frowned and opened his mouth to argue but Lovegood wasn't done yet.</p>
<p>"We were wondering how you always managed to brew as much as you did, and now we
have our answer. But no more."</p>
<p>"But sir!" Harry finally spoke up. "If it gets you the necessary potions when you
need it, and I don't have any problem brewing like this, what is the problem? I can
do this!"</p>
<p>"Mind your place," healer Johnson then said. "You're speaking to the Chief and you
would best mind your tone."</p>
<p>Harry glanced at his direct supervisor and saw a flash of pity in his eyes.</p>
<p>"People need these potions," Harry said, trying his best to keep his voice steady.
"And you're severely understaffed. I know for a fact that most of the interns you
accepted have already quit again. I can make you these potions in record time and
have proved to you that I can do this. Why would you sabotage me like this?"</p>
<p>"Because you are not brewing safely," Lovegood snarled, seemingly losing his
temper. "I will not have an apprentice blowing up the hospital simply because he's
too arrogant to see that he's bitten off more than he can chew"</p>
<p>"But I'm not –"</p>
<p>"Enough," Lovegood said dangerously. "Others may accept your rebellious attitude
because of your name and the stories attached to it, but I will not. You will follow
the rules just like anyone else and you will not endanger anyone with your folly. If
you cant do as I say, you will be kicked out of the internship program."</p>
<p>Harry doubted that he could be missed at this point but thought it better not to
test this theory. So he remained calm and didn't say another word even though he was
fuming on the inside.</p>
<p>"You will finish the potions in these cauldrons one by one," Lovegood then said.
"And once those are done, you will resort to using one cauldron at a time. Is that
understood?"</p>
<p>"Yes, Chief," Harry said evenly, trying to not show any emotion in his voice.</p>
<p>Lovegood nodded sharply and left again, followed on his heel by the other healers,
some of which threw incredulous glances in Harry's direction.</p>
<p>Once a few seconds had passed, John spoke up. "Awa' an bile yer heid," he
grumbled. "Tha' auld dobber cannae even see a good thing when it bites 'im in the
arse."</p>
<p>Harry sighed in response. "I can't brew the number of potions he needs when I use
only one cauldron at a time," he said as he stirred the first one. "I just don't
understand what the big deal is."</p>
<p>"Well, 'tis quite rare to see anyone brewin' multiple brews at once," John said.
"I dinnae ken anyone ter do tha'."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "That doesn't mean it's dangerous," he said. "And he'll run out of
potions much sooner than he'd like this way."</p>
<p>John shrugged and winked at Harry. "He'll ken 'is mistake soon enough," he
said.</p>
<p>"I suppose you're right," Harry sighed though it still didn't sit right with him.
But John went back to his own brewing and left Harry to lightly simmer in peace, much
like the fever reducer.</p>
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<p>Snape sat in his chair by the fire, sipping a glass of pumpkin juice as he thought
about his current situation.</p>
<p>While he was happy that Harry was taking his internship so seriously, he was
beginning to wonder if Harry was not working himself too hard. He seemed to be
exhibiting a combination of the hard-working mentality the Dursleys had knocked into
him and the hero complex that had guided most of his rash actions at Hogwarts. Young
as he was, if Harry went on like this much longer, he might just get sick himself.
And knowing Harry, the boy would not let on anything was wrong until it was too
late.</p>
<p>Snape had regularly been sending Harry messages through the cuff they shared and
always received a reply back after, though it was always short and to the points.</p>
<p>'<em>Has your partner blown up any cauldrons yet</em>?' Snape sent to Harry in an
attempt to start some light-hearted banter. In the brief moments they had been able
to talk to one another, Harry had told Snape about the older gentleman that had
decided to turn his life around while he was well in his fifties. Apparently, he had
potential but was nowhere near as skilled as one needed to be while working on a
schedule.</p>
<p>'<em>No.</em>' Harry replied shortly.</p>
<p>Snape looked at the word and sighed, not knowing what he could reply to that
anymore. Harry was undoubtedly busy and so he just let him be.</p>
<p>Snape hissed when he felt a sharp pain in his thumb and glanced down to see that
his glass had bitten him.</p>
<p>"Maya," he called out with mild annoyance.</p>
<p>"What?" Maya called back rather groggily from within the bedroom.</p>
<p>"Is there any reason in particular why you found it necessary to charm my glass so
it would bite me?"</p>
<p>There was a momentary silence, followed by a few thuds and thumps as Maya was
undoubtedly getting up and getting herself dressed. She emerged moments later with a
delighted smirk on her face.</p>
<p>"Payback," she said easily. "For charming the mirror to show a stain on my face
that wasn't there."</p>
<p>"I see," Snape replied dryly. He tapped his wand against the glass to get it to
behave again before setting it down. "Have you heard anything from your sister
lately?" he asked as Maya waltzed into the kitchen to help herself to a danish.</p>
<p>"No," Maya replied. "I haven't but she rarely keeps in touch anyway. Why?"</p>
<p>When Snape didn't reply, Maya chuckled. "You miss Alex, don't you?"</p>
<p>"That's preposterous," Snape scoffed. "It's just out of the ordinary that
Alexander hasn't bothered me yet."</p>
<p>"If you're worried, why don't you just go over there?" Maya suggested. She walked
back into the sitting room and flung herself sideways on Snape's lap, draping one
arm, around his neck for balance. Snape smiled at the intrusive woman who seemed to
have no respect for personal boundaries.</p>
<p>"It's not becoming to visit people without notice," Snape said evenly.</p>
<p>"Now you're just making up excuses," Maya chided, lightly tugging on Snape's hair
for punishment. "Why do you have such issues with admitting that Alex is your friend
and that you miss having him around?"</p>
<p>"He's not my –"</p>
<p>"Would you stop?" Maya said. "Don't you lie to me, Severus Snape. Now repeat after
me. Alex is my friend."</p>
<p>"Maya, I hardly think that –"</p>
<p>"That does not even sound remotely like what I wanted you to say," Maya said. "Try
again."</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes and said nothing.</p>
<p>"No?" Maya asked innocently? She gently cupped Snape's face and teased him with a
light kiss that she quickly withdrew from when he tried to reciprocate. She grinned
evilly. "Well?"</p>
<p>"You're such a tease," Snape said but then he sighed in resignation. "As you wish.
Alexander is my friend and I'm worried about him."</p>
<p>"Good man," Maya praised before hungrily drawing Snape into another kiss. "Why
don't we go and check up on him then?"</p>
<p>"In a bit," Snape agreed. "First, I have some other plans."</p>
<p>Maya giggled when Snape grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his
shoulder. The half-eaten danish she was eating dropped to the floor as Snape headed
back into the bedroom, laughing theatrically.</p>
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<p>Harry smiled politely as Luna unpacked the baguettes with fried eggs on them,
handing one to Harry.</p>
<p>"This looks great, Luna," Harry said honestly. The eggs had been kept warm with a
warming charm and the bread was crunchy. And yet, Harry didn't seem to have much of
an appetite. After taking two bites, he stopped eating and stared at a dirty spot on
the table, thinking about the earlier occurrence.</p>
<p>He was drawn out of his reveries when Luna grabbed his hand. He looked into her
blue eyes in confusion and then noticed how rude he was being. "I'm sorry, Luna," he
said honestly. "I didn't mean to ignore you or anything."</p>
<p>"What's on your mind?" she asked kindly. "It might help to talk about it."</p>
<p>"It's a bit difficult," Harry admitted.</p>
<p>"Because it has something to do with my uncle?" Luna asked knowingly.</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Always the perceptive one, aren't you?" he said incredulously.
"But yes, it does."</p>
<p>"You can tell me," Luna told Harry honestly. "I will understand if you're upset
with him. He can be difficult sometimes."</p>
<p>"He told me I can't brew in multiple cauldrons at once," Harry grumbled. "I've
been doing fine these last couple of weeks. I've completed every last one of the
ridiculous assignments I have been given and I've not wasted a single potion."</p>
<p>He looked at Luna but she just looked back at him serenely, cupping his hand with
hers and listening intently to his troubles.</p>
<p>"I honestly don't know how they want me to brew three hundred bloody pain reliever
potions in a single day when I can only use one cauldron. I'm already here from dusk
till dawn only getting a break to hurriedly eat my lunch and dinner. I don't see any
of my friends, or my father anymore but I've never complained about it. After all,
those sick people really need the potions."</p>
<p>Harry inhaled deeply when he noticed that he was running out of breath. Luna still
didn't reply. She just handed him a glass of water from which he drank eagerly before
continuing.</p>
<p>"After all those weeks, Chief Lovegood just waltzes into my lab with a slew of
healers and tells me off for not brewing one potion at a time. He says that only
someone as accomplished as Severus could do that and that he won't risk me blowing up
the hospital just because of my arrogance."</p>
<p>Harry clenched his free hand into a fist and stared angrily at that same dirty
spot on the table.</p>
<p>"He feels that I only do these things because of who I am. Not for a moment does
he seem to consider that I actually know what I'm doing. He even threatened to end my
internship if I continue the way I've been going. But I don't know how to else to
complete my assignments if I don't."</p>
<p>Harry sighed deeply and found to his horror that tears seemed to be welling up in
his eyes. Blaming them on his exhaustion, he blinked them away and looked hopelessly
at his girlfriend. "Luna, what am I going to do?"</p>
<p>The kind look in Luna's eyes had shifted to one of fierce determination and yet
she smiled.</p>
<p>"You're going to continue brewing," Luna told him easily. "Because that is what
you do. You do what you think is best and don't let anyone stop you."</p>
<p>Luna got up from her seat, moved to stand behind Harry and gently put her arms
around him in a warm embrace. She kissed Harry on the cheek as he grabbed her arms as
if they were some sort of lifeline.</p>
<p>"You're not going to allow anyone to get to you. Not even the chief of medicine,"
she told him knowingly. "You're Harry Potter. You're the boy who warmed Severus
Snape's heart, the boy who made friends with Draco Malfoy. You helped me when I was
bullied and you worked hard on all of your creations. You have friends and family
that care for you, not because of your great accomplishments, but because of who you
are."</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help but smile at Luna's reassurances. He leaned back into her hug
and looked up to meet her loving gaze. "Thank you, Luna," he said fondly. "That
really helped."</p>
<p>"I'm glad," Luna said, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Now, you'd best eat your
food and get back to work."</p>
<p>"Where are you going?" Harry asked, confused when Luna went in the wrong direction
to floo out.</p>
<p>"Oh, I just have some things I need to do," she told him sweetly. And then she was
gone, leaving a somewhat befuddled Harry behind.</p>
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<p>Snape stood staring at the blasted door of his blasted muggle-friend with a
frightening scowl on his face contemplating at what point in his life he turned into
the soft-hearted man that would worry about someone as frivolous as Alexander.</p>
<p>And since when did he listen to anyone but Dumbledore telling him what to do? Even
if that someone was a gorgeous chocolate-haired woman that made away with his
heart.</p>
<p>Snape shook himself from his unhelpful thoughts and knocked on the door with the
ferocity of a landlord eager to collect his overdue rent.</p>
<p>There were some sounds coming from inside that made it clear that someone was home
but it took a very long time before the door actually opened to reveal a very
dishevelled-looking Alexander. He looked as if he hadn't bathed in days. There were
bags under his eyes and that annoyingly permanent grin on his face had vanished
without a trace. And when he saw Snape, there was no denying the fear that sprung to
life in his eyes. Snape couldn't help but feel a sharp twinge of worry.</p>
<p>"Severus," Alex breathed. "Why are you here?"</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "I hadn't seen you for quite some time," he said. "I was merely
wondering if everything was alright."</p>
<p>Alex glanced downward before looking back up at Snape. There was a grief in his
eyes that Snape had never wished to see on the man's face. He suddenly became even
more worried.</p>
<p>"Alex," he said sternly. "Where are Charles and Emma?"</p>
<p>"Charles is at his grandparents," Alex said. "And Emma… Emma is inside. But
Severus, she is so sick."</p>
<p>"Why didn't you warn me?" Snape snarled as he brusquely moved past Alex and walked
towards where he knew their bedroom was. "You've never been shy to ask my help in the
past. Why didn't you come to me this time?"</p>
<p>"I don't want her taken away," Alex said. There was a hopelessness in his voice
that broke even Snape's heart.</p>
<p>"Taken away?" he asked. "What do you mean? Why would I take her away?"</p>
<p>"It's this epidemic," Alex said in a hushed voice. "It's all over the papers
nowadays. People are getting sick. And all of a sudden, they disappear. You wouldn't
know anything about that, would you?"</p>
<p>With a few large strides, Snape had made it into the bedroom where Emma lay
shivering in the bed. He kneeled beside her and gently put a hand on her
forehead.</p>
<p>"It's going to be alright, Emma," Snape said kindly. "I'm here for you."</p>
<p>"I won't let you take her away," Alex said sternly but his voice trembled. Snape
ignored him while he took Emma's pulse. He sighed when he noticed that it was a bit
slow. He then motioned for Alex to join him in the hall.</p>
<p>"You're right," he told the muggle. "Those disappearances have happened because
this illness is of a magical origin. The healers have taken in the muggles that have
fallen ill, trying to separate them from the healthy muggles."</p>
<p>"Are they able to cure it?" Alex asked hopefully.</p>
<p>"Not yet," Snape told him. "The best healers are working on it but no cure has
been found. If we take Emma to St Mungo's –"</p>
<p>"No!" Alex objected, moving in front of the door to the bedroom as if he needed to
shield his wife from Snape. "If they can't help her anyway, I don't want her to go
there. Please –"</p>
<p>"Alex-"</p>
<p>"I'll do anything. I can take care of her!" Alex said in desperation. "Please
don't take her. I know you could if you wanted to but… I'll…"</p>
<p>Snape sighed and ran a hand through his hair. For a moment, he didn't know what to
do. If he took Emma to St Mungo's, she could receive the magical care she needed but
he could also understand Alex's worry. The muggle authorities were probably going
crazy with all the disappearances of the sick people and their papers were probably
full of conspiracy theories.</p>
<p>"Alright, Alex," Snape finally said. "I won't take her anywhere. But on one
condition."</p>
<p>"Yes?" Alex said, his stance relaxing slightly.</p>
<p>"You'll allow me to give her the potions I think she'll need," Snape said. "And
you will get some food in you from time to time. I also believe sleep and a shower
are in order."</p>
<p>Alex chuckled, though the sound of it was not quite as happy as Snape would've
liked it. "You win, Severus," he said. "You're really a good friend, do you know
that?"</p>
<p>"As are you," Snape admitted. "Don't worry. I will help you to the best of my
abilities. You can count on me."</p>
<p>"I always do, Sev," Alex replied wearily, flashing a brief yet genuine smile in
Snape's direction. "I always do."</p>
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<p>Harry stared at the missive in his hand. It was short and to the point, written by
Caratacus Lovegood himself.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Mr Potter,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Come to my office at 13:45.<br/>
Do not be late.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>C. Lovegood</em></p>
<p>Harry wondered what he could've possibly done wrong now but he dared not stay
away. For a moment, he missed the expectation of detentions and loss of points at
Hogwarts because then he knew what was coming. Now, there was nothing but
uncertainty.</p>
<p>He knocked on the door at exactly 13:45 and entered when he was prompted to do so
by the commanding voice of the chief.</p>
<p>"Mr Potter," Lovegood greeted curtly. "Do come in and close the door, if you
will."</p>
<p>Harry did as he was told and stood waiting.</p>
<p>Lovegood sighed. "Take a seat boy," he said. "Come now, we're both busy people and
I'm sure you would like to get this meeting over with as quickly as I do."</p>
<p>"Sir?" Harry asked as he took his seat. "I'm not sure what this is about."</p>
<p>"Of course you're not," Lovegood said. "But I'm not one for small talk so let's
get straight to the point. You're dating my niece."</p>
<p>Harry's eyes widened momentarily and shifted briefly to Lovegood's wand that lay
casually on the edge of his desk. "I am, sir," Harry told him, doubting if it was a
good idea to admit that at this point.</p>
<p>"During lunch, my niece seemed to deem it necessary to come into my office and
tell me just how unfair I'm being," Lovegood continued.</p>
<p>Harry was unable to suppress a mortified groan. "I'm so sorry, sir," Harry said.
"That was never my intention. I'll talk to –"</p>
<p>Harry was stopped when Lovegood raised his hand. "As she explained to me your
attitude in school as well as your accomplishments both in and out of the field of
potions, I realized that I might have been somewhat unfair towards you."</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help but stare.</p>
<p>"While I would never allow any intern to brew as you have been, I understand that
you've been doing so for a while now and that you're managing just fine. Only the
boys who need to clean the cauldrons can complain about that."</p>
<p>Harry secretly pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. Did Lovegood just make a
joke?</p>
<p>"On another note, I think I need to make clear that when we assign you a certain
amount of potions to brew, it is not expected for you to complete said assignment in
a day's time," Lovegood continued. "That being said though, I agree that it's been
most useful for you to brew the way you have. Our healers would be in even more
trouble if you weren't as skilled as I have to admit you are. Therefore, I give you
permission to use multiple cauldrons again. If you, however, have an accident while
doing so, this privilege will be revoked immediately. Is that clear?"</p>
<p>"Yes sir," Harry said in wonder. "Thank you, sir!"</p>
<p>"Alright, Mr Potter," Lovegood then said. "You'd best be off. I understand that we
really need the rest of those fever reducer potions soon."</p>
<p>"Right away!" Harry said eagerly. He nearly knocked over his chair in his haste to
get out and get started again, eager to show chief Lovegood that his newfound faith
in him was not unfounded.</p>
<p>He hurried back towards the elevator and was about to get in when he locked eyes
with a familiar, distraught-looking Slytherin. He skidded to a halt as he took in the
dishevelled appearance of the blonde.</p>
<p>"Draco," Harry said. "What are you doing here?"</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 41</strong></p>
<p>The look that Draco gave Harry was one of worry and concern, but not for Harry's
sake. When Harry looked a bit closer, he could see some traces of blood on Draco's
hands and robes. The blonde himself seemed to be frozen in his tracks as if he was
not sure of what to do next.</p>
<p>"Draco," Harry urged again. "What happened? Are you hurt?" As if on instinct,
Harry grabbed one of Draco's hands and checked to see if it was injured in any way
but Draco pulled his hand free before Harry could get a closer look.</p>
<p>"I'm fine," Draco replied, his voice emotionless as if he was trying to contain
himself. "Shouldn't you go back to work?"</p>
<p>"I will in a second," Harry said. "But I get the feeling that right now, my friend
needs me."</p>
<p>A long moment passed in which Harry and Draco stared each other down before Draco
relented with a sigh and a shaky shrug.</p>
<p>"It's my mother," he said, his voice barely audible. "This morning, she had
regressed to when she was a young girl. When she looked in the mirror and saw
herself, she got really scared."</p>
<p>Draco's voice was shaking and Harry put a comforting hand on his shoulder but said
nothing.</p>
<p>"I couldn't calm her down in time," Draco continued hopelessly. "There was some
accidental magic – I didn't even know that could still happen with adults – and she
blew up the mirror. There was glass flying everywhere and she got cut by most of
it."</p>
<p>Draco sobbed and buried his face into his hands. "Even after all that, I couldn't
get her to calm down," Draco said. "She didn't recognise me and she was hurt. A few
of her injuries were bleeding badly and I was getting worried so I – I stunned her
and brought her here. Harry, I stunned my own mother!"</p>
<p>Harry moved closer and enveloped his suffering friend into an embrace. Draco did
not fight him.</p>
<p>"I'm so sorry, Draco," Harry told him honestly. "I didn't realize that things had
gotten so bad. It must have been really hard on you."</p>
<p>"I don't know what to do anymore," Draco hiccoughed. "I'm only eighteen. I don't
know how to deal with this."</p>
<p>"You did the right thing by bringing her here," Harry told him. "I'm sure that the
healers will take very good care of her."</p>
<p>"Yes," Draco replied bitterly. "And then I can take her back home and the whole
thing can start all over again."</p>
<p>Harry withdrew from the hug, placing a hand on either of Draco's shoulders and
looked him in the eye.</p>
<p>"Draco, if this is becoming too much for you, you can always leave her at St
Mungo's. There's a specialized wing for people with her kind of condition."</p>
<p>"I can't leave her here," Draco said, horrified. "She's my mother. I will take
care of her like she would take care of me."</p>
<p>Harry nodded. "As you say, Draco," he said. "I was merely making a suggestion.
Would you like me to accompany you to your mother's room?"</p>
<p>"I – I would like that," Draco admitted, smiling slightly at his friend. "But
don't you have things to do?"</p>
<p>"I will stay a bit longer tonight," Harry said easily, neglecting to say that he
already stayed much longer than he should. "It's alright."</p>
<p>Draco nodded and led Harry to his mother's private room. They walked in silence
and when they reached the door, Harry waited patiently for Draco to muster the
courage to turn the knob.</p>
<p>At long last, they entered the room, finding Narcissa Malfoy strapped to the bed
as she stared out of the window to her right. Her hair was a tangled mess and she
seemed to have lost some weight. Her eyes that once held such strength were now
filled with confusion and uncertainty. She looked up when Harry and Draco walked in
and smiled ever so slightly.</p>
<p>"Where am I?" she asked, her voice slightly higher pitched than it should be.</p>
<p>"You're in St Mungo's, mother," Draco told her. "You had a bit of an
accident."</p>
<p>"I've told Bella not to play with fire," Narcissa sighed wearily. "When she does,
it's always <em>me</em> that gets burned." She turned her eyes towards Harry and
looked at him hopefully. "Did Bella get punished for it?"</p>
<p>Harry smiled at the woman and nodded. "Of course she did, Narcissa," he told her
kindly.</p>
<p>"That's good," Narcissa sighed, leaning back somewhat. She then locked eyes with
Draco again. "Where am I?"</p>
<p>There was no mistaking the pain in Draco's eyes when he answered for a second
time. "St Mungo's."</p>
<p>"I don't like hospitals," Narcissa told him. "Why would you bring me here? I want
to go home!" She struggled against her bonds and looked as if she was ready to
scratch someone's eyes out but she couldn't win from her restraints and eventually
gave up. She kept her seething stare locked on Draco. The Slytherin was very
startled.</p>
<p>"You were hurt," Draco pointed out. "I'm not too good at healing. I had to bring
you here."</p>
<p>Narcissa's anger seemed to deflate as she looked at Draco with concern. She
motioned for him to get closer and Harry thought he saw a flicker of recognition in
Narcissa's eyes. Draco seemed to have seen the same as he eagerly moved closer and
grabbed his mother's hand.</p>
<p>"Lucius, my love," she said sweetly. "I've missed you. Could you tell me where I
am?"</p>
<p>Harry's heart ached for Draco as he saw the blonde open his mouth to try and
formulate an answer. When no words came out, Harry answered the question for him.</p>
<p>"You're in St Mungo's, Narcissa," he said kindly. "You've injured yourself. Can
you remember that?"</p>
<p>"Of course I can," she replied, smiling sweetly. Her eyes never left Draco's grey
ones. "My love, why do you look so sad?" she asked. "I'll be okay. I'll come home to
you in no time. You'll see."</p>
<p>Tears now fell from Draco's eyes as he pushed his forehead against Narcissa's
hand, eager for the touch, even if her love was not strictly directed at him.</p>
<p>"Everything will be alright," she said comfortingly. She then turned her gaze on
Harry who was trying to salvage his neutral expression. The confusion in her eyes was
evident as she seemed to recognise him but couldn't quite produce a link in her mind.
Her gaze flickered downward as she seemed to try and recollect herself and when she
locked gazes with Harry again, all signs of recognition seemed to be gone.</p>
<p>She smiled sweetly and asked: "Where am I?"</p>
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<p>Snape sat down in the chair Alex had procured for him in the bedroom. He was left
alone with Emma while Alex talked with Maya who had come along with Snape this
time.</p>
<p>"Emma, can you hear me?" Snape asked in a calm, soothing voice.</p>
<p>Emma wearily opened her eyes as she looked at Snape and smiled. "The shadow has
come to visit me," she joked weakly. "I must be in a bad way. How horrible do I
look?"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled as he brushed a strand of sweaty hair from Emma's forehead. "Not
half as bad as Alex does," he told her honestly. "Now, could you sit up for me? I
need you to take a few potions."</p>
<p>With Snape's help, Emme sat up, a pillow propped behind her back. Snape noted the
droplets of blood that stained her sheets and cast a quick <em>scourgify</em> to get
rid of them. He then handed her a fever-reducing potion.</p>
<p>"For me?" Emma joked weakly. "You shouldn't have."</p>
<p>"Less babbling and more drinking," Snape reprimanded softly. "I will pour it down
your throat myself if I have to."</p>
<p>Emma chuckled and drank the potion, grimacing horribly at the taste. "Couldn't you
have added some sugar or something?" she asked wearily. "That stuff is vile."</p>
<p>"I'd rather not go over the intricate details of potion-brewing right now," Snape
sighed. "Drink this one next. It's a pain-relieving potion."</p>
<p>"Dare I ask if this will taste better?" Emma asked.</p>
<p>"I'd advise against it," Snape told her honestly. Emma smiled and downed the
second potion as well.</p>
<p>"Nope," she said. "This was way worse."</p>
<p>"But it made you feel better, I'd wager," Snape pointed out.</p>
<p>Emma blinked a few times and then looked at Snape in surprise. "Much better," she
said. "That was fast!"</p>
<p>She made to get up but Snape gently pushed her back down. "You're not cured,
Emma," he told her. "I merely alleviated your pain. Now I need you to drink one more
potion. It should serve to keep your organs intact for a while longer."</p>
<p>Emma shuddered but drank the offered vial. She wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand as she stared at the empty vial. "What's wrong with me?" she asked.</p>
<p>"You've contracted a magical malady," Snape told her. "I will not lie to you. This
disease has no cure as of yet and has proven to be fatal one hundred per cent of the
time."</p>
<p>Emma frowned but didn't seem as shocked as she should be. "This is the disease
that's in the news every day, isn't it?" she asked. "The one that makes people
disappear?"</p>
<p>"It is," Snape confirmed. "But I'm trying my best to create a cure."</p>
<p>Emma smiled as she took hold of Snape's hand. "If <em>you're</em> working on this,
I have no doubt that I will be just fine."</p>
<p>Snape scoffed but said nothing.</p>
<p>"But just in case that I won't be," Emma said softly, squeezing Snape's hand,
"could you take care of Alex for me? Charlie will be fine with my parents but Alex…
he's not good at handling a loss."</p>
<p>Snape swallowed thickly as he gazed at the severely ill woman. "If it comes to
that," he said, "I will. But I won't have you worrying about things that are most
likely not going to happen. I will make this work."</p>
<p>"Of course you will, Severus," Emma said. "But if you can't, I forbid you from
blaming yourself."</p>
<p>"Emma –"</p>
<p>"I would very much like to sleep now," Emma told Snape. "If there's nothing else,
could you let me be, please?"</p>
<p>Snape sighed and gathered his supplies with a flick of his wand. "As you wish," he
said. "Try and get some rest. I'll be back for you tomorrow."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Severus," Emma said groggily as she pulled the covers closer to her
chin. Snape quietly left the bedroom and headed into the sitting room where Maya and
Alex were waiting for him.</p>
<p>"How is she?" Maya asked. "Is it the –"</p>
<p>"It is," Snape told her honestly. Maya let out a shuddering breath and sank back
into the couch.</p>
<p>"No," she pleaded. "It can't be."</p>
<p>Alex didn't respond. He was leaning forward, his hands clasped and hanging limply
between his knees as he stared at the coffee table. Snape set down his potions kit
just a tad too harshly in order to shake Alex from his less-than-helpful reveries. It
worked as Alex looked up and glared at Snape.</p>
<p>"If you could kindly pay attention, Alexander," Snape told him. "These are the
potions Emma will need to take twice a day. Give her this one – he motioned towards
the fever-reducer – first and give her these two after."</p>
<p>Snape knew that he wasn't exactly exuding comfort right now but he really needed
Alex to understand what he was supposed to do. Slipping into his professional
demeanour was not only a means to that end, but it was also a comfort for Snape
himself, who was watching one of his friends waste away before his eyes.</p>
<p>"Thank you," Alex said. "What will you do now?"</p>
<p>"I will retreat into my lab and start working on finding a cure," Snape said. He
then directed his attention at Maya. "Will you stay with him?" he asked. "Make sure
that he eats and sleeps? Emma can eat as well but I would recommend lukewarm foods
only. Preferably liquids."</p>
<p>"Of course, Sev," Maya said. "But do remember to eat something yourself,
okay?"</p>
<p>Snape huffed but smiled when he saw Maya's concerned gaze. "Don't worry," he said.
"I will instruct Zippy to bring me meals at the appropriate times. You should just
worry about your family."</p>
<p>Maya grabbed his hand for just an instance as she placed a chaste kiss on Snape's
lips. "I am," she said meaningfully. Snape just nodded and retreated out of the front
door. Acutely aware of the three people depending on him, he hurried back home.</p>
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<p>When Harry had returned to finish his batch of fever-reducers, John had made no
comment about the time it had taken him to come back. Harry had added two more
cauldrons to his batch in order for him to try and catch up and was finding that it
took little extra effort to do so.</p>
<p>After a few hours of working in silence, John spoke up.</p>
<p>"What's on yer mind, lad," he asked. "Ye've been very quiet since ye got back.
Auld Lovegood dinnae sack you, did he?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry said. "In fact, he told me that I can brew with multiple cauldrons at
once."</p>
<p>"Then what's got ye so melancholic?" John asked as he continued stirring his own
brew. Harry wasn't even sure what the man was making today.</p>
<p>"I was wondering why there are next to no potions that can cure mental illnesses,"
Harry said.</p>
<p>John shrugged. "Our folk dinnae put much stock in the mental capacities of the
ill," he said. "The mind is very difficult ter mend as well, ya ken? Much easier to
deal with lacerations and the like."</p>
<p>"But a sick mind is far more crippling than a crippled leg," Harry argued.</p>
<p>"Aye," John said. "Tis as ye say. But tis of no difference, I'm afraid."</p>
<p>Harry huffed. "Well, I think I know exactly what my next research project will
be."</p>
<p>John barked a laugh. "And when will ye seek to do that, laddie?" he asked.
"Lovegood's got us both working practically non-stop. Yer aff yer heid if ye think ye
can fit more brewin' into yer day."</p>
<p>"I'll make it work," Harry said confidently. "There's plenty of potions that can
help me achieve my goal."</p>
<p>"Aye, but don't go an' get yerself into trouble, ye hear?" John said. "I'd find
myself rather lonely without ye here."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "I'm sure you would do fine without me," he said. "But don't
worry. I know what I'm doing."</p>
<p>"So ye always say," John said, shaking his head.</p>
<p>In the next few weeks, Harry put in even more hours than he already was.
Sometimes, he didn't even come home to sleep anymore, simply transfiguring a cauldron
into a bed of sorts to sleep in for a few hours. He didn't even eat his lunch outside
of the lab anymore. Instead, he would have a house-elf bring him something to eat
which he would eat while brewing and researching. Without even noticing it, his
birthday had come and gone. No owls could reach him where he was now and Hedwig was
not allowed in the St Mungo's laboratory so she just stayed at Spinner's End.</p>
<p>Snape hadn't sent Harry very many messages anymore other than the occasional.
'<em>How is everything?</em>' and '<em>I hope you're taking care of yourself'</em>.
Harry had always replied with short and to the point answers but it was enough to
know that someone cared. He didn't even mind that he was no longer socializing with
other people at the moment because right now, people were depending on him and he
couldn't let them down.</p>
<p>Little did Harry know that Snape was in just such a predicament in which he was
getting more and more desperate as time kept ticking away mercilessly. Every day, he
was fighting to keep death at arm's length and every day, he was feeling as if he was
succeeding less and less.</p>
<p>Harry threw in the petals of the pansy flowers into his brew, quite certain that
he made a breakthrough in the restorative memory draught he was creating when a piece
of parchment appeared in front of his nose at the exact moment that one appeared in
front of John's. Harry put a stasis on his cauldron and read the parchment.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Urgent staff meeting planned at 16:30.<br/>
Location: The second-floor meeting room.<br/>
Attendance is mandatory.<br/></em></p>
<p>It wasn't signed but there was only one person that could call for a general staff
meeting and that was chief Lovegood.</p>
<p>"What d'you reckon' the auld dodger wants now?" John asked Harry.</p>
<p>"Maybe it has something to do with the cure?" he offered. "Maybe he made a
breakthrough or something?" He really hoped that was the case. It would severely
decrease his workload and give him more time to try and help Draco.</p>
<p>At 16:28 Harry found himself in the required room with barely a minute to spare.
And even then, he was contemplating how he would have been able to put that minute to
good use. He was scribbling away any thoughts and ideas about the memory restorative
draught he was trying to come up with on a spare bit of parchment, barely even
noticing when Caratacus Lovegood walked in.</p>
<p>The room had been flooded by not only potioneers but also healers, nurses and even
the janitors of the hospital. When Lovegood spoke, everyone looked up.</p>
<p>"You are probably all wondering why I have summoned you here," Lovegood said. "I'd
rather not beat around the bush and keep you all from your work. I am not able to
find a cure."</p>
<p>A stumped silence was Lovegood's only response so he just continued speaking. "I
have tried to find something to counteract this disease for months now but am
entirely unable to do so. Nothing is working and people are dying."</p>
<p>Lovegood's expert eye gazed at the crowd gathered in the room, hanging on his
every word.</p>
<p>"Therefore I have summoned you here to ask for your help," he said. "Anyone who
thinks that they can create a cure – I don't care if they are an accomplished healer
or a janitor with hidden talents – will be rewarded by me. I will award you a sum of
five-hundred-thousand galleons, coming out of my own pocket to the one who can
present me with a cure. If you need the time to do so, please take it. We need to
rally as one group in order for us to beat this thing. I am counting on you. You are
excused."</p>
<p>The crowd broke into excited murmurs and conversation but Harry didn't want to
discuss this with anyone. He just wanted to get back to his lab and continue brewing.
If only the gods could be that merciful.</p>
<p>"Mr Potter, a word," Lovegood called after him.</p>
<p>Harry froze in his tracks, momentarily wondering if he could get away with
pretending that he didn't hear Lovegood in the first place, but decided against it
and turned around. "Sir?"</p>
<p>"I have a few more things to discuss with you," Lovegood said. "Stay for a
moment."</p>
<p>"I really should get back to work, sir," Harry said.</p>
<p>"This will only take a moment," Lovegood told him. Harry sighed and sat down in a
chair that had previously been occupied.</p>
<p>"It has come to my attention that you are no longer eating in the courtyard,"
Lovegood said. "You also rarely leave the hospital to go home anymore. You do with
very little sleep and keep brewing. It's all we can do to keep replenishing the
stocks of ingredients at this rate."</p>
<p>"I'm merely doing what is required of me," Harry said.</p>
<p>"I am the first one to compliment hard work," Lovegood said. "But what you're
doing is not healthy. If the circumstances were any different, I would force you to
take a week off."</p>
<p>"But the circumstances are <em>not</em> different," Harry told him. "This is what
you need me to do right now."</p>
<p>"The additional research you have taken on is entirely unnecessary," Lovegood
pointed out dryly.</p>
<p>Harry swallowed thickly. "I'm still meeting my quota, aren't I?" he said
softly.</p>
<p>Lovegood sighed. "That is beside the point, Harry," he said. Harry blinked in
surprise at the use of his given name. "You are on the brink of self-destruction and
I will not have a promising potioneer do this to himself."</p>
<p>"I <em>need</em> to do this," Harry replied evenly, beyond all common sense.</p>
<p>"Like Master, like apprentice," Lovegood sighed. "Harry, I need you to focus on a
cure for now. Your workload will be lessened for a while so you can do this. I urge
you to put your personal research aside for now and pick it up later."</p>
<p>"But I –"</p>
<p>"When a cure is found, you will have much more time on your hands. I will even
offer you my assistance in whatever it is you're trying to do. But please. I need
your mind on this problem."</p>
<p>Harry stood there, silently contemplating Lovegood's words for a while before
sighing in resignation. "I will do what I can," he said. "And I'll put aside my
research for now." Harry just hoped that Draco would be able to last just a bit
longer without his help. The boy had looked on the verge of collapse the last time he
saw him and yet he had insisted on taking his mother home.</p>
<p>"I knew I could count on you," Lovegood said. "Now let's get to it. We haven't the
time to dilly-dally."</p>
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<p><em>Desperate times call for desperate measures.</em><br/>
<em>I realize that it's New Year's Eve so I'll do what I did during the Christmas
holidays and wait and see if I get any response. If people don't read this, I won't
update on Wednesday. But I'll defenitely update on Thursday.</em></p>
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has gotten more reviews than this chapter did, and that defenitely didn't happen
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 42</strong></p>
<p>About a week had passed since Snape had found out about Emma's condition and he
had been spending every waking moment trying to develop a cure for '<em>The
dissolving sweats'</em>. Unbeknownst to him, Harry had been doing the exact same
thing back in St Mungo's but neither of them was having any luck.</p>
<p>When Snape tried to add some valerian root to his current attempt for an antidote,
Hedwig screeched at him.</p>
<p>"Keep that beak in check, you ruddy bird," Snape snarled. Hedwig clicked her beak
disapprovingly.</p>
<p>"Don't you think that I'm aware that this is a longshot?" Snape asked. "Because I
am. But if it has escaped your notice, I'm running out of – oh Merlin, I am speaking
to an owl."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted softly but Snape merely glared at her and tossed in his valerian
root. "If you don't refrain from giving me your unwanted advice, I shall confine you
to Harry's quarters. Am I understood?"</p>
<p>Hedwig just glared haughtily at the Potions Master as if to say '<em>I'd like to
see you try'</em>. Snape ignored her and was about to toss in his crumpled St John's
wort leaves when a pop brought him out of his focus.</p>
<p>"It's lunchtime, Master Snape," Zippy said dutifully.</p>
<p>"I'll just eat some more at dinner time, Zippy," Snape replied without even
turning away from his cauldron.</p>
<p>"That won't do, Master," Zippy said. "Mistress Bell asked Zippy to make sure that
you ate every meal."</p>
<p>Snape groaned. "<em>I</em> am your master, Zippy, not her," he reminded the little
house-elf. "And I'm telling you to leave it for now."</p>
<p>"Zippy is sorry, Master," Zippy said. "But Zippy must insist. Zippy wouldn't want
to make Mistress Bell sad."</p>
<p>After a moment of silence, Snape sighed. "Fine," he said. "I acquiesce. Just bring
me a bowl of soup if you will and I'll eat it here."</p>
<p>"Oh no, no, no," Zippy said. "Master mustn't eat where Master works. Mistress Bell
asked me to see to it."</p>
<p>Snape grumbled something incoherently before moving past Zippy and hurrying up the
stairs in undignified defeat. Hedwig tucked her head under her wing as she awaited
Snape's return while Zippy simply popped into the dining room, taking care of Snape's
bowl of soup.</p>
<p>When Snape sat down, fidgeting with a napkin as he waited, he noticed a letter
sitting on the table. Zippy must have accepted it while Snape was downstairs. When he
turned it over, he noticed that it carried the seal of St Mungo's. Frowning, he
opened it.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>For the eyes of Master Severus Snape only.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Severus,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I am contacting you in regards to your apprentice Harry
Potter.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>He is a diligent young man that does his very best to prepare
whatever potions we ask of him and other than the incident we had a few weeks back,
Mr Potter has made sure to fall in line and do as we have asked of him.</em></p>
<p>Snape frowned. He didn't know what the letter was referring to and he wondered
what kind of trouble the stubborn Gryffindor had brought upon himself this time.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>I am starting to worry for him, though. You may have noticed that
he comes home less and less of late. He tends to sleep in the laboratory where he
also eats. He rarely comes out anymore save to take care of his personal needs and
even those he tries to keep in check as much as possible.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I've already talked to him once but he only seems to be burying
himself in his work more and more. And while we appreciate the steady flow of potions
that we can understandably use, it won't do to have the young man collapse on us when
we need him the most.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Therefore, I wish to urge you to summon him home for the remainder
of the day and if necessary tomorrow as well. We can make do without him for that
long at least. This is not a punishment but rather a preventive measure.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I'm sure you understand seeing how you can get lost in your
creations as well.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>I hope you will take action soon.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Master Caratacus Lovegood.</em></p>
<p>By now, a bowl of soup had appeared in front of Snape and was sitting, waiting for
him. Snape contemplated the letter as he stared at the wisps of damp coming from the
bowl. It was true that he hadn't seen much of Harry of late but he hadn't paid too
much attention to it. He now found that he really should have.</p>
<p>He knew what Harry was like and he realized that Lovegood was right. In fact, if
<em>Lovegood</em> had become concerned, Harry must really be taking it too far. So
Snape used the cuff to contact Harry directly.</p>
<p>'<em>You are to come home immediately. You may resume your internship the day
after tomorrow</em>.'</p>
<p>Snape ate a few spoonful's of soup before he received a reply.</p>
<p>'<em>Can't. Busy.</em>'</p>
<p>Snape growled and wrote back. '<em>This is not up for negotiation. Floo back right
now or I will come and drag you here.'</em></p>
<p>It took a while longer for Harry to reply but the answer was not satisfactory.</p>
<p>'<em>I'm in the middle of brewing some blood-replenishing potions. I
can't.'</em></p>
<p>'<em>That's what stasis spells are for</em>.' Snape replied.</p>
<p>It took Snape getting through his entire bowl of soup, waiting for a reply and
even when he was finished, a reply hadn't come. Nor had Harry flooed back in.</p>
<p>'<em>Last chance</em>,' Snape wrote. But no reply came and Snape grumpily stalked
over to his fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it angrily into
the flames speaking as clearly as he could: "St Mungo's."</p>
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<p>Harry had taken off the distracting cuff and left it on the long table in the
middle of the lab. It was strange, but after such a long time of constantly wearing
that thing, his arm felt oddly naked without it. But Snape was starting to become
annoying and Harry could not afford any distractions right now.</p>
<p>He was brewing a batch of blood-replenishing potions and was moving from cauldron
to cauldron as he added as required and stirred what needed to be stirred. In the few
rare moments in which all cauldrons were simmering peacefully, Harry took to thinking
on the theory of a cure. He had tried brewing something several times already but
never had his brew been potent enough to cure this horrendous disease. And the longer
it took him, the more people died.</p>
<p>Harry shook his weary head and cleared it of all negativity by means of
Occlumency. If he hadn't mastered the arts of the mind before, he wasn't sure if he
would have been able to handle the stress of this particular internship. He realized
that the stress was largely caused by the uprising of the dissolving sweats but he
still couldn't help but wonder how other internships were compared to this one. Much
more easy-going, he would wager.</p>
<p>"Harry, lad," John said. "It's about time ye ate somethin', innit?" he asked. "Ye
didnae eat breakfast either."</p>
<p>"Not hungry," Harry mumbled as he continued taking notes. One of his cauldrons lit
up and Harry walked over to it to give it another stir.</p>
<p>"Ye're a long time deid, ye ken," John said.</p>
<p>"Hm," Harry responded. Sometimes, he didn't even recognise what John was saying
and he just found that smiling and nodding worked best.</p>
<p>Since his potions were all behaving again, Harry went back to taking notes,
wondering just why the valerian root didn't work as intended in his previous batch.
It was at that moment that the door to his lab opened. Choosing to finish his
sentence before acknowledging whoever was here to pick up more potions, he scribbled
away, only barely noticing the flurry of black in the corner of his eye.</p>
<p>Suddenly, the quill he was writing with was ripped out of his hand, leaving an
ugly blot on his notes. Exasperated, he looked up only to find his father standing in
front of him. The only sound he managed to produce at this revelation was less than
intelligible. "Oh."</p>
<p>"We're leaving," Snape told Harry, giving him no room to argue.</p>
<p>"I told you I can't," Harry tried anyway.</p>
<p>"Ah think yer master is right, lad," John piped up. Harry shot him a look of
betrayal. "An' dinnae ye look at me like tha'. Yer ken tha' ye cannae keep workin'
like this."</p>
<p>Snape shot a look at John that was clearly supposed to keep the man from
interfering and so he did.</p>
<p>"These blood-replenishing potions won't brew themselves," Harry told Snape,
pretending he hadn't heard John.</p>
<p>"I'm certain that Master Lovegood is able to procure another brewer to finish your
potions for you."</p>
<p>"He won't allow this, you know," Harry said angrily.</p>
<p>"On the contrary," Snape told Harry easily. "He asked me to come and get you
before you wear yourself out completely."</p>
<p>Harry looked at Snape in shock, his mouth agape as if he were a fish on dry
land.</p>
<p>"Now, if you'll stop trying to talk your way out of this and come with me quietly,
there won't be any trouble."</p>
<p>"But I –" Harry glanced at his cauldrons longingly.</p>
<p>"Ah can finish yer brews for ye," John offered. "Ah am not as good as yer, but
ah'll manage."</p>
<p>With a sigh of defeat, Harry nodded. He gathered his papers, thinking that he
might at the very least be allowed to do some research at home, and put them in his
pocket. Snape frowned but said nothing. Instead, he turned around and started walking
at a rather brusque pace that reminded Harry of all the times he had had to jog to
keep up with the Potions Master at Hogwarts. Nowadays though, all Harry had to do was
quicken his pace to keep up.</p>
<p>Feeling embarrassed that he would have to be escorted home by his father, Harry
kept his head down while he followed Snape, not once looking up until they reached
the fireplace.</p>
<p>"You shall go first," Snape said. "And if you don't floo home, your punishment
will be severe."</p>
<p>Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Where did Snape think Harry was planning
to go anyways? He grabbed a handful of floo powder, tossed it in the fireplace and
called out his destination. A few seconds later, he stumbled out of the hearth,
couching as he had inhaled some of the soot.</p>
<p>He scurried out of the way just in time for Snape to come out as well, not a speck
of dust on him or his billowing robes. His eyes were stern but if Harry had been less
exhausted, he would have noticed the concern that was present as well.</p>
<p>"First of all, go take a shower," Snape said.</p>
<p>Harry glared at him with all the force he could muster. "You dragged me home so I
could take a shower?" he asked incredulously. "They have showers at St Mungo's, you
know."</p>
<p>"Facilities you have clearly not taken advantage of in a while now," Snape
countered coolly. "Go shower now, unless you want me to come with you and scrub you
clean myself."</p>
<p>Harry felt his cheeks colour red in embarrassment and hurriedly climbed the
stairs, making sure to stomp loudly with each step he took. He knew that he was
behaving in a childish manner, but he was tired. And he didn't want to argue about
any of this.</p>
<p>Muttering to himself, he slammed the bathroom door, undressed and hopped into the
shower.</p>
<p>By the time he got out, he noticed that his clothes had vanished and new ones had
been laid out in their place. Harry wagered that Zippy had something to do with that.
A part of him wanted to be difficult but seeing how he didn't have any other options,
he got dressed in the provided garments.</p>
<p>When he was done, he walked back downstairs – not stomping his feet this time –
and halted when he saw Snape sit by the fire, reading through what looked like his
own notes.</p>
<p>"How did you get those?" Harry asked in annoyance.</p>
<p>"Magic," Snape replied absentmindedly. "Take a seat, please."</p>
<p>Harry complied and sat down, noticing that a plate of sandwiches and fruit had
been left on the coffee table.</p>
<p>"Subtle," Harry muttered but he grabbed a sandwich with cheese anyway.</p>
<p>Snape finally looked up and placed Harry's research on the table, facing it
towards Harry. "Have you been researching the creation of a cure?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Obviously," Harry snarled, belatedly realizing that he really <em>was</em>
sleep-deprived if he dared speak to Snape in such a tone.</p>
<p>"Speak to me like that again and you will suffer the consequences," Snape warned.
Harry clamped his mouth shut but nodded his compliance.</p>
<p>"I need to speak to you in regards to a few things," Snape said. "First of all,
the obvious. You are not taking care of yourself."</p>
<p>"But I -"</p>
<p>"I'm not finished," Snape said coldly. "You have not been eating, sleeping or even
bathing on a regular schedule. You may think that helps the patients at the hospital
but in the long run, it will only prove to be detrimental to their cause when you
collapse. I am quite aware of the lack of brewers St Mungo's currently faces and I
know they can't do without you for a while -"</p>
<p>"Then why take me out of there?" Harry accused.</p>
<p>"You're not listening!" Snape snarled, slamming his flat hand on top of the table,
nearly spilling Harry's tea. "You're destroying yourself at this rate. And if you do,
who will be better for it in the end?"</p>
<p>Harry glared but did not speak.</p>
<p>"I know you can see reason," Snape then said. "And I know that you're merely
trying to help. It is very admirable for you to put forth so much effort for the sake
of others. But that quality brings the risk of overexertion and I can clearly see
that you're nearly there."</p>
<p>"I'm fine," Harry said evenly.</p>
<p>Snape's eye twitched dangerously as he clutched his mug so tightly, Harry wondered
if he was resisting the urge to throw it.</p>
<p>"You are truly making me hate that particular phrase," Snape growled. "When it
comes from you, it is never truthful and always an attempt to deflect. You are not
<em>fine</em>. Any dunderhead could see it. Just look at yourself."</p>
<p>"What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked harshly. "People are dying every single
day! And while they are dying, they're suffering tremendously. Lovegood can't find a
cure so he's become so desperate to ask everyone – including the bloody janitors – to
try and brew a cure. Not only that! But I see Draco showing up in the hospital
because his mother had a bout of accidental magic –"</p>
<p>"Narcissa was in the hospital?" Snape asked in concern. Harry stopped his angry
tirade and glanced at his father. He sighed when he realized that he should have
informed him earlier.</p>
<p>"She was," Harry confirmed. "Some time ago. But she's gone home already. Draco is
really suffering, though."</p>
<p>Snape sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Draco is not your responsibility,
Harry," he said. "Nor is finding a cure. This disease is particularly difficult to
overcome. It's almost as if the source of the disease has closed off all paths that
any medical ingredients would normally take."</p>
<p>Harry scoffed. "I'll say. This is bloody impossible," he said angrily. "But hang
on. Do you mean to say that you've also been working on a cure?"</p>
<p>"I am," Snape said honestly.</p>
<p>"Why?" Harry asked, sensing that something was off. "Did Lovegood ask you to?"</p>
<p>"He did not," Snape replied.</p>
<p>"Then why did you suddenly develop an interest?" Harry asked sharply. "Who is in
trouble? Is it Dudley? Did he send you another letter?"</p>
<p>"Of course not," Snape replied harshly. "Calm down."</p>
<p>Harry shot out of his chair and glared at Snape. "Tell me what's wrong!" he
shouted.</p>
<p>"Sit. Down," Snape ordered. His tone reminded Harry of Hogwarts so much that he
complied. He sat back down and seemed to shrink back into himself for a moment,
realizing that he was attacking someone who was on his side.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I'm just –"</p>
<p>"Tired, I'd wager," Snape told him. "You will be going to sleep for a few hours.
After that, we can talk some more over dinner."</p>
<p>"But I still need to –"</p>
<p>"There's nothing for you to do," Snape said in a calming voice. "For now, I merely
need you to rest up a bit. Perhaps we can compare our research later when you're able
to think more clearly."</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," Harry finally complied. Now that he wasn't present on the battleground
that was St mungo's, practically brewing non-stop, he could feel the weariness of the
last months wash over him, nearly dragging him down. He wanted nothing more but to go
to sleep. So he went up to his bedroom, collapsed onto his bed and drifted off almost
immediately.</p>
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<p>When Harry woke up again, he felt more rested. He could have easily gone back to
sleep if he had wanted to, but he could smell the scent of food wafting up the stairs
and thought that it would be nice to eat a warm meal again. So he crept out of his
bedroom and came down the stairs when he was stopped by a familiar voice.</p>
<p>"She hardly ate anything today," Maya said softly. "I don't think she has that
much longer, Severus."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Snape replied. "But I won't give up. Not yet. Here-"</p>
<p>Harry could hear the familiar sound of vials clanking together and he imagined
that Snape handed Maya some.</p>
<p>"These are her supplies for tomorrow," Snape said. "Make sure that she takes them,
even if she won't take anything else."</p>
<p>Harry thought he could hear someone sob and though that it was wildly
inappropriate for him to keep listening. So he came down the rest of the stairs,
making an effort to try and produce a loud enough sound to be heard but not loud
enough to be suspicious.</p>
<p>When he arrived downstairs, he could see Maya withdrawing from Snape's arms as the
man looked at her with concern.</p>
<p>"Don't give up," he told her. "It's not over until it's over."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Severus," Maya said but her voice sounded blank. "Oh hi, Harry," she
added. "It's good to see you home."</p>
<p>"Hi, Professor Bell," Harry greeted.</p>
<p>"I told you to call me Maya," Maya told Harry with a smile. But Harry could see
the tell-tale glistening in her eyes.</p>
<p>"I'll be off now," Maya then said. "I'll see you two later." And without waiting
for a reply, she all but stormed out the front door.</p>
<p>"Dinner time," Snape told Harry as if none of that had just happened. He walked
over to the dining room table and took his customary seat, waiting for Harry to do
the same.</p>
<p>"Is Emma sick?" Harry asked as he sat down.</p>
<p>Snape sighed and steepled his fingers. "She is," he admitted.</p>
<p>"Is it the dissolving sweats?" Harry asked rather unnecessary. Snape just nodded.
Harry groaned painfully and buried his face in his hands. "How is Alex doing?" Harry
asked, his voice muffled by his hands.</p>
<p>"As well as could be anticipated," Snape replied. "He's taking care of Emma to the
best of his abilities."</p>
<p>Harry looked up sharply and shot Snape an incredulous look. "Hold on," he said.
"You're telling me that Alex is with Emma right now? And you didn't think that a bit
dangerous?"</p>
<p>"Harry –"</p>
<p>"This disease is highly contagious!" Harry shouted. "How long has Emma been sick?
It will probably be days before Alex becomes ill as well. And what about Charlie? Has
he been allowed to stay near Emma as well?"</p>
<p>"Charlie is with his grandparents," Snape said. "And Alex wouldn't leave Emma's
bedside. In fact, he had been tending to her for quite a while by the time I found
out anything was wrong. He hasn't gotten sick yet."</p>
<p>Harry sighed in relief. "That's good news at least," Harry said. "But why isn't he
getting sick?"</p>
<p>Snape frowned as he took in Harry's comment, tapping his finger against his upper
lip in thought. "That –" Snape said, " – is an excellent question."</p>
<p>"What have you tried so far?" Harry asked, absentmindedly plating his food that
was roast with potatoes.</p>
<p>"Have a look," Snape said. He passed a thick looking tome in Harry's direction. A
narrow strip of cloth was trapped between a few pages to indicate where Snape had
left off. The cover of the book was an emerald green with intricate details and
pictures of ancient runes added in relief to the thick leather. Harry opened the book
at the last additions.</p>
<p>"This is your grimoire?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Obviously," Snape said evenly.</p>
<p>Harry looked at the pages where Snape had written down the recipes he had already
tried as well as the ones he was still planning on trying in the near future.</p>
<p>"Don't try this one," Harry said, pointing to what Snape was going to brew next.
"It does nothing but cause shallow breathing. This next one doesn't work; this won't
work either…" Harry continued skimming the pages. "I haven't tried this one yet but
the one below that has disastrous results. Definitely don't try that one, ever."</p>
<p>"Have you attempted using chamomile yet?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "You would think that something so simple and common would at least
do no harm, wouldn't you?" he said. "But I tried it and it has a very adverse
reaction to someone with the disease. It's almost as if it was created with the
intention to react nastily to all logical solutions."</p>
<p>"It probably was," Snape sighed.</p>
<p>"What?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"I believe I told you my suspicions before," Snape told Harry, refilling his glass
of wine. "I firmly believe that Rookwood is behind all of this. If there's anything
he likes to do, it's to test his new creations be it on muggles or purebloods
alike."</p>
<p>"All the victims are muggles, though," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"They are," Snape replied. "Perhaps he tested this disease on wizards as well,
only to realize that it had no effect. The Dark Lord would have commended him for
such an epidemic, for sure."</p>
<p>"But the Dark Lord is gone," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Rookwood will always be a man of science," Snape said. "The problem is that he
has no ethical boundaries and is therefore very dangerous. He's also quite
intelligent. He knows how to hide away and how not to get caught. Remember, to the
populace, this disease seems completely natural. Only a few people suspect there to
be foul play in the mix. Therefore, no Aurors are chasing him down beyond keeping an
eye out for all loose death eaters."</p>
<p>"But what does he want?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"<em>That's</em> the problem," Snape said, pointing his fork at Harry. "There's
nothing in particular that he wants. He merely wants to work in peace and create as
well as destroy what he can. He doesn't care for fame, money or glory. All he cares
about is opportunities and how to grab them."</p>
<p>"So, how can we find him?" Harry growled.</p>
<p>"I'm not sure, Harry," Snape said wearily. "And right now, it doesn't matter. The
disease is spreading, whether my theory is correct or not. Finding the madman behind
it comes second to finding a cure and we can't do both."</p>
<p>"We?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Since' we're both apparently working on this thing, we might as well join
forces," Snape said logically. "I think it would be nice to work together on
this."</p>
<p>"Can we start now?" Harry asked eagerly.</p>
<p>"Absolutely not," Snape reprimanded. "For the rest of the day, you will rest. I
will feed you dreamless sleep if I have to."</p>
<p>Harry made a face. "It's still early."</p>
<p>"Tomorrow, you may work with me," Snape told Harry. "But I require your mind to be
fresh and awake."</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry said. "But then you should go to sleep at a decent time as
well."</p>
<p>"Pardon?" Snape asked.</p>
<p>"You reprimand me just fine," Harry pointed out. "But you look like you haven't
gotten all that much sleep lately, either."</p>
<p>For a moment, Snape seemed taken aback but then he smiled. "As you say,
apprentice," he said. "Tomorrow then. Bright and early."</p>
<p>"As the sun rises," Harry sighed.</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 43</strong></p>
<p>Both Snape and Harry had turned in rather early, both eager to get started on
their collaboration but not wanting to break their promise to the other.</p>
<p>If Harry was entirely honest with himself, he needed this. He needed to get a full
night's rest as much as he needed that large breakfast spread he woke up to the next
morning.</p>
<p>It was barely the crack of dawn but Harry hadn't felt as well-rested in a long
time. Snape was already up and sitting at the breakfast table, feeding Hedwig some
bacon strips. When he saw Harry, he motioned for the boy to take a seat next to him.
Harry complied easily and hungrily stacked his plate with pancakes.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Harry," Snape said as he helped himself to some more healthy
choices like toast and fruits.</p>
<p>"Good morning, dad. Good morning, Hedwig," Harry replied. Hedwig hopped over and
nipped Harry's finger affectionately. Harry stroked her feathers, smiling as he
reconnected to his familiar.</p>
<p>"Have you been helping Severus in the lab, girl?" he asked her. Hedwig ruffled her
feathers angrily and hooted once. Harry frowned at Snape.</p>
<p>"I didn't normally take her advice," Snape said easily as he sipped his tea. "Your
owl seems to believe that she knows potions better than I do." Hedwig hooted again
but looked away. Harry couldn't help but chuckle.</p>
<p>At that moment, there was a tapping sound at the window and Snape got up to allow
the two awaiting owls entry. One of them carried with him the daily prophet. Snape
paid the owl to receive the paper and it was off again without even waiting for some
food or water. The second owl, however, flew over to Harry's chair, landed on top of
it – much to Hedwig's dismay – and extended its foot.</p>
<p>"And who do you belong to?" Harry asked the Ural owl that simply hooted in reply.
Harry had never seen one in real life before. He accepted the letter and offered the
owl some of his breakfast. There was plenty to go around anyway. Hedwig fluffed her
feathers as she stared menacingly at the newcomer but the Ural simply ignored her as
it dunked its beak into a bowl of water.</p>
<p>The letter was sealed by a wax sign of a black eagle perching in an oak tree. Not
knowing what this meant, Harry opened the letter and read the contents.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>Esteemed potioneer Harry Potter,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>We contact you in regards to the Magic Muggle Potion you have
invented a few months ago. We were quite intrigued, reading about it in the practical
potioneer but still have many questions regarding the concoction. Therefore, we would
like to request a meeting with you at a time that suits you.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>As we understand it, you are naturally quite busy at the moment but
if you could kindly fit us into your schedule somewhere in the near future, that
would be most agreeable.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>H. Spilogaster</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>The German guild of theoretical and practical potioneering and
alchemical solutions.</em></p>
<p><em>Harry practically rolled his eyes at the letter. He did not want to get into
this right now.</em></p>
<p><em>"Who sent it?" Snape asked, his eyes not leaving the daily prophet.</em></p>
<p><em>"The potioneer guild in Germany," Harry replied sounding absolutely bored.
"They want to meet about the Magic Muggle potion as if I have the –"</em></p>
<p><em>Snape looked up from the prophet as he regarded Harry. The boy was holding the
parchment mid-crumple but had frozen his movements. "Harry?"</em></p>
<p><em>"I am an idiot," Harry mumbled.</em></p>
<p><em>"What makes you say that?" Snape asked, intrigued.</em></p>
<p><em>"The Magic Muggle potion!" Harry all but shouted. "Don't you see?
<em>That's</em> why Alex didn't get sick yet! <em>That</em> could be the catalyst to
curing this disease!"</em></p>
<p>Snape groaned and slapped himself on the forehead. "It's painfully obvious when
you say it like that," he said. "Merlin, how could I have been so blind? The illness
has no effect on wizard folk. The potion must have reacted with his innate magic
enough to give him the same protection!"</p>
<p>"Sleep-deprivation got us both, it would seem," Harry said. "Let's go brew it
right away."</p>
<p>"Of course," Snape agreed. Harry sent off the Ural owl without a reply and hurried
down the stairs to the potions lab, following closely behind Snape. Before they could
close the door, Hedwig flew in as well and casually landed on her perch, looking just
a tad too pleased with herself.</p>
<p>"You know this potion better than I do," Snape told Harry. "Go ahead and brew it.
I will prepare your ingredients."</p>
<p>Harry paused for a moment to stare at Snape incredulously. Did Severus Snape – one
of the greatest Potions Masters of his time – just offer to be second violin to
Harry's first? Just like that?</p>
<p>"Would you cease your gawking and get started?" Snape admonished. "You just had a
breakthrough teetering on the edge of an epiphany. Do something with it." Hedwig
hooted her agreement. Harry just snorted and got to work.</p>
<p>He filled his cauldron with water and got the fire started at exactly the right
intensity. By the time he had selected the appropriate stirring rod, Snape had
already prepared the first ingredients Harry would need.</p>
<p>"If this works, we might need to contact Ms Lovegood about supplying us with more
dirigible plums," Snape said as he was slicing one to ribbons.</p>
<p>"If this works," Harry replied, "I'm sure that she would be happy to give us every
last one she has."</p>
<p>They brewed together in record time without Hedwig making even one comment. They
worked like a well-oiled machine together and even though there was much at stake,
Harry had rarely felt as content as he did at that moment. Glancing at Snape a couple
of times, he was pretty sure that the man felt the same way. Harry couldn't help but
reminisce about his very first Potions class and how disastrous that had gone. He
snorted at the thought of <em>that</em> Snape knowing how things would end up.</p>
<p>"It looks as it should," Snape suddenly said. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin
when he noticed Snape's close proximity but he was able to hold himself together.</p>
<p>"Yes," he agreed. "This is the Magic Muggle potion. Now we have to see if it will
work or not."</p>
<p>"Then I suggest we go, immediately," Snape said, already bottling some of the
concoction and putting the rest in a stasis field to tend to later.</p>
<p>They hurried towards Alex's home in silence, ignoring the rays of the sun that
were harsh enough to cause the sky to shimmer. Conditions that weren't good for the
ill.</p>
<p>They didn't even need to knock. Maya must have seen them coming from afar since
she opened the door before they even reached the threshold. Her expression held
something akin to both hope and fear.</p>
<p>"You look hopeful," she said in a sort of weary excitement.</p>
<p>"There's no time," Snape told her as he rushed past her. "We'll explain
later."</p>
<p>Harry followed Snape, glancing at Maya as he went but she made no attempt to stop
them. Instead, she closed the door and rushed over to the sitting room where Alex
probably was.</p>
<p>Snape barged into the bedroom as if he owned the place and crouched down at the
bed that stood against the wall, facing the window. Harry stepped inside as well and
gasped at the sight of Emma. The poor woman, who had been so full of life at
Christmas, was now skin and bones. Her eyes were sunken in and her skin had an
unhealthy grey tone to it. Her hair had lost all sheen and virility and was now
limply framing her face. When she extended her hand in Snape's direction, Harry could
see it tremble before Snape grabbed it. And yet, she smiled.</p>
<p>"Hello Severus," she greeted with a hoarse voice. "How kind of you to come and
bring Harry along."</p>
<p>"There's no time for chit-chat," Snape said as he uncorked the vial.</p>
<p>"No, there never is with you," Emma chuckled weakly. "What have you brought for me
today?"</p>
<p>"Hopefully," Snape replied as he helped Emma to sit up, "a cure."</p>
<p>"That would be lovely," Emma sighed. She was too weak to hold onto the potion
itself but Snape lifted it to her lips and helped her drink it until she finished the
last drop. He then gave her some water to wash away the taste. Harry noticed that her
sheets were flecked with blood but Snape had taken notice as well and had waved his
wand to get rid of the substance.</p>
<p>They waited a few minutes to allow the potion to work before Snape took out his
wand and cast a diagnostic charm on Emma. Harry stood next to him to read the
magically conjured parchment alongside Snape. The results were… not as they would
have hoped.</p>
<p>"Don't look so depressed," Emma said kindly. "You did your best."</p>
<p>"This doesn't make sense," Harry insisted. "It worked for Alex. Why wouldn't
it-"</p>
<p>"We're close to figuring this out, Emma," Snape said, interrupting Harry. "You'll
see us soon. Hang in there, alright?"</p>
<p>"I'll try," Emma said weakly. "But don't wait too long, alright?"</p>
<p>Snape clasped her hand between both of his in a moment of comfort before gently
putting it down and motioned for Harry to come with him. Alex and Maya were already
waiting for them downstairs. The hope in their expressions broke Harry's heart. He
had been sure that this was the solution. And it wasn't. It was enough to drive
anyone into desperation.</p>
<p>"Join me in the sitting room," Snape said and he walked in without even waiting
for a reply. Maya and Alex exchanged a glance and Harry couldn't help but think that
if this could all end well, those two would be closer than ever. Alex might not even
call Maya insane anymore.</p>
<p>"What do you want to tell me?" Alex asked in a quivering voice. "Do you want me to
stop hoping? Will you tell me that it's too late? That you tried everything? Because
I won't accept that!"</p>
<p>Harry noticed that Alex didn't look so good either. He too had clearly lost a lot
of weight in a short amount of time. There were dark bags under his eyes and he was
constantly fidgeting nervously.</p>
<p>"Alex," Snape said and Harry couldn't help but wonder when exactly Snape had
stopped saying 'Alexander'. "We did try everything we could. We thought that we
finally had it but it didn't work."</p>
<p>"I can't figure out why though," Harry said, biting his thumb. "If it worked for
Alex –"</p>
<p>"What?" Alex asked. "What worked for me?"</p>
<p>Snape sighed as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "The potion you drank in order
to fly a broom," Snape told him. "It was probably what made you resistant to the
disease in the first place."</p>
<p>Alex jumped up at that. "Then why won't it work on her?"</p>
<p>"It would appear that it works as a preventive measure," Snape explained calmly.
"But it doesn't have any healing properties."</p>
<p>"Can't you just add some healing herbs to it?" Alex asked unwittingly.</p>
<p>"It doesn't work like that," Snape explained with a patience he would never show
in class. "All potions rely on the perfection of their composition quite heavily.
Adding one more ingredient could render the whole thing useless. This is true even
more so in this particular potion since it relies heavily on the use of innate
magic."</p>
<p>Maya sighed. "It's a shame that we don't know the whereabouts of the staff of
Caduceus," she said hopelessly. "The book described it as being able to integrate
healing properties into any potion."</p>
<p>"The staff of Hermes?" Harry asked. "Wasn't that just a myth?"</p>
<p>Maya smiled weakly. "If you'll remember the first lesson we had together," she
said, "you'll remember that some of those myths were based on truth. Even Pythagoras
wielded the staff at some point."</p>
<p>Snape got out of his chair so quickly that it toppled over.</p>
<p>"Severus?" Harry asked. "What's wrong?"</p>
<p>"Maya, you might have just saved your sister's life," Snape said excitedly.
"Harry, come along right now."</p>
<p>"But where –"</p>
<p>Snape didn't give Harry any time to finish his sentence. He just grabbed him by
the wrist and all but dragged him behind him. Without so much as a farewell or
warning, Snape spun on his heel and with a loud crack, the pair of them
disapparated.</p>
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<p>The surprise apparition was enough to force Harry onto his knees as soon as they
landed. Snape didn't give him the time to recover, though. Instead, he dragged Harry
to his feet and led the boy behind him.</p>
<p>"There's no time for that now," Snape said as he took some hasty strides.</p>
<p>Harry leaned on Snape's arm until the world stopped spinning and looked up to see
where they were. They had landed right in front of the pyramid that was the base of
the potions guild.</p>
<p>"Why are we here?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"You still didn't figure it out?" Snape asked as he started climbing the steps.
"The staff Maya was talking about. The one that's described in the book the Weasley
twins procured for me. It's hanging in these very halls!"</p>
<p>"It's <em>what</em>?" Harry asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"You were probably too nervous to notice last time, but it's right here. The staff
of Caduceus otherwise know as the staff of Hermes. It has been an heirloom to the
guild for a very long time, gifted to us by Pythagoras himself."</p>
<p>"And you didn't think to use it before?" Harry asked, already panting as he was
climbing the stairs. He wondered why they couldn't just apparate directly to the top.
How did all of those old men do this?</p>
<p>"It can't heal diseases by itself," Snape explained, not out of breath in the
least. "As Maya said, it can provide healing properties to any potion without
disrupting its harmony. Don't you see? This is perfect!"</p>
<p>They reached the top. The door was closed but Snape was able to open it with a
mere touch of his palm and a hissed password. The door swung inward with a soft
keening and Snape swept inside. Harry followed to see the staff hanging on the wall
in plain sight. Right next to a shield that looked like a Gryphon, bracing itself
with its wings. Perhaps he <em>had</em> seen it before.</p>
<p>Snape lifted the staff from the wall and Harry half-expected the ceiling to cave
in or for boobytraps to spring into action but none of that happened.</p>
<p>"Anyone can just take it?" Harry asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"Anyone that's been anointed in the guild," Snape replied impatiently. "Now come
on, there's no time to lose."</p>
<p>Together, they swept out of the guildhall again, climbed down the stony steps and
apparated as soon as they could. This time, Harry was prepared and did not
falter.</p>
<p>"Won't Lovegood notice it's gone?" Harry asked as they hurried into their
house.</p>
<p>"He will have received a notification that I took it right about now," Snape told
Harry. "But I'm quite certain that he will be most pleased if this works. Using the
staff should not put a dent in that victory. After all, it's what Hermes intended
when he created this artefact in the first place."</p>
<p>When they stumbled back into the lab, they inadvertently woke up Hedwig who looked
at them with a reprimanding look on her face. She fluffed her feathers but made no
sound as she was suddenly distracted by the golden gleam of the staff.</p>
<p>"It is quite fortunate that we decided to leave the rest of the potion for later,"
Snape said. "Or we would have to brew the whole thing over again."</p>
<p>Harry stood there somewhat forlornly when Snape swivelled to look at him. "Well?"
he asked. "What are you waiting for? Draw your alchemical circle."</p>
<p>Harry sprung into action at once, grabbed some of the chalk that was stowed away
in the desk and started drawing. Snape was watching him intently but didn't seem to
take any action of his own. As if he knew what Harry was thinking, he spoke up.</p>
<p>"You're the one who created the potion," he said. "That's why it has to be you who
alters it. If we don't do it like this, the artefact might not respond as we wish it
to. And I'd rather not try again simply because we were too hasty."</p>
<p>"Understood," Harry said. When he finished the last intricate rune that was a part
of the circle, he got up, removed the stasis that was on the cauldron and accepted
the staff from Snape. It was quite heavy and unwieldy. It felt warm to the touch and
while they were standing in the containment field, it seemed to want to reach out to
the potion.</p>
<p>Harry could see white and golden threads of innate magic coming from the staff and
licking the blue threads that exuded from the Magic Muggle potion as if they were
nothing but a mist. He could hear the sound of bells and got the vague impression
that something was talking to him. Guiding him.</p>
<p>'<em>Reach out</em>,' something inside of him said. '<em>Reach out with your own
source and I shall comply.</em>'</p>
<p>Harry looked at Snape to see if the man had heard the same thing he had but he was
simply regarding Harry with great interest.</p>
<p>Harry let go of the staff with one hand and tried to focus his innate magic into
it, as he had done many times before. Long strips of what seemed to be white ribbons
materialised into thin air and Harry used them, nay, guided them to grab hold of the
golden tendrils and directed them to come into contact with the blue mist.</p>
<p>He weaved the different magics together as if they were a tapestry that needed
completing. He tried to find the natural balance between them and listened as the
staff seemed to direct him. It was a draining experience, but one that felt
absolutely wholesome. He knew that this was right. And when the potion began to shine
with a golden sheen, Harry realized that it was complete. He cut the golden tendrils
carefully and allowed them to settle where they were ingrained.</p>
<p>"I think it has been done," Harry told Snape. The man was staring at him with
something that resembled awe. It looked entirely foreign on the Potions Master's
face.</p>
<p>"There's no time for praise or questions," Harry told Snape evenly, though he felt
the quiver of excitement still present in his voice. "We have to get this potion to
Emma."</p>
<p>"As you say," Snape said, his gravelly voice grounding Harry once more. "Fill a
vial and put a stasis on the rest of it."</p>
<p>"Yes sir," Harry complied. He carefully measured one portion, not spilling a drop
in the process, and charmed the vial to keep it from breaking for good measure. He
pocketed the potion and raced up the stairs.</p>
<p>"Let's go!" he called unnecessarily because Snape was right behind him. The staff
lay forgotten in the lab.</p>
<p>For the second time that day, they raced to Alex's home, the new and improved
potion in Harry's pocket. Once more, Maya opened the door before they could even
reach the threshold and as before, they raced up the stairs without even
acknowledging Maya's presence. This time though, Alex was standing next to her, a
hopeful expression on his face as he watched the two potioneers climb the stairs
towards his wife.</p>
<p>When they barged in the door, they found Emma still awake, looking at them with
eyes that were much too bright, a small trickle of blood coming from the corner of
her mouth.</p>
<p>"Twice in one day?" she asked weakly. "You pamper me too much."</p>
<p>Snape took a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to gently dab away the
blood on Emma's face. He then grabbed the potion Harry handed to him and showed it to
Emma1; "Drink this, if you will," he said importantly.</p>
<p>"This better not be poison," Emma chuckled softly.</p>
<p>"Don't play coy right now," Snape growled. "There'll be plenty of time for that
later."</p>
<p>"Oh Severus, you always know what to say," Emma said, smiling weakly. But Snape's
glare caused her to acquiesce. She allowed Snape to help her sit up and bring the
vial to her mouth. The potion was surrounded by a golden sheen that Harry would bet
would glow in the dark. As Emma drank, that same golden sheen seemed to envelop her
body. Snape had to help her steady the vial as she almost gave up drinking halfway
but the Potions Master wouldn't let her.</p>
<p>When the vial was empty to the very last drop, Snape and Harry watched Emma
carefully, waiting for that golden glow to disappear. When it finally did, Snape took
out his wand and cast the diagnostic spell once more, Harry hovering next to him, as
he read the results.</p>
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<p><em>I'm terribly sorry about the cliffhanger everyone! I really didn't think it
was that bad but clearly I was mistaken. It's a good thing that I was still planning
on updating today, isn't it? Thank you all for your large amount of reviews! I am
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 44</strong></p>
<p>Snape and Harry both stared at the piece of magically produced paper as the
results made themselves known. Even when the quill stopped writing, there was a pause
in which neither wizard knew what to say. To Harry's mortification, he could feel the
onset of tears in his eyes as he looked at the results.</p>
<p>"Another failure is it?" Emma asked. There wasn't even disappointment in her voice
and Harry realized that she had lost all hope.</p>
<p>"My apologies, Emma," Snape said plainly. "But for once, you are incorrect. It
worked."</p>
<p>"Excuse me?" Emma asked.</p>
<p>"The potion has taken effect nicely," Snape told her again. "There is no more
trace of the illness. In fact, some pre-emptive healing has already been done."</p>
<p>"Severus," Emma said, "I know you're new to making jokes, but this is a rather bad
time to start with it."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled and sat on the edge of Emma's bed, showing her the parchment.</p>
<p>"Look here," he told her. "These fluctuating values show me that your body had
begun its healing process. And the blank space beneath it indicates a lack of foreign
intruders. The disease is gone."</p>
<p>"Do you mean –" Emma choked, "- I'm not going to die?"</p>
<p>Snape actually cracked a smile. "You are not," he said kindly. "As long as you
manage to stay in bed for another two weeks or so while your body heals. You are
still severely weakened and your organs need time to recuperate."</p>
<p>Then, Snape looked at Harry to find him looking a bit shellshocked. "Harry?" he
asked carefully.</p>
<p>"It worked?" Harry asked. "It actually worked?"</p>
<p>"The staff of Caduceus is a powerful artefact," Snape explained. "The combination
of it with your potion was truly a stroke of genius if I do say so myself."</p>
<p>Harry couldn't help the giant grin that spread on his lips. They made a cure. They
really made a cure!</p>
<p>"We have to go tell everyone!" Harry suddenly exclaimed. "Maya and Alex must be
worried sick!"</p>
<p>"That would be a fine idea," Snape agreed. "Why don't you call them up here?"</p>
<p>That's exactly what Harry did. He exited the bedroom and positioned himself on top
of the stairs. When he looked down, he saw Maya and Alex looking up at him with worry
in their eyes.</p>
<p>"Could you two come up here?" Harry asked. "Something important happened!"</p>
<p>Maya and Alex glanced at each other for one moment before they both bounded up the
stairs, slipping past Harry as they entered the bedroom.</p>
<p>"What happened?" Alex asked as he hurriedly grabbed Emma's hand. "Is it bad? Oh
God, no. Please don't let it be bad. Is it good? Did you make some progress?"</p>
<p>Snape handed Maya the diagnostic parchment with a smile and addressed his best
friend. "Alex," he said importantly. "Emma will be fine. We found the cure. It
worked."</p>
<p>"It – it did?" Alex stammered. "Do you mean it?"</p>
<p>"Why do people assume that I would make light of a situation such as this?" Snape
asked annoyedly. "Yes, I mean it. She simply needs to take the potions I will provide
and keep to the bed for another fortnight."</p>
<p>"Severus," Maya then said. Harry noticed that the parchment in her hands was
trembling. She glanced between Emma and Snape several times before enthusiastically
throwing her arms around Snape's neck and kissing him wildly. "You did it!" she
exclaimed. "You really did it!"</p>
<p>"Well," Snape said as he recovered from Maya's attack. "I need to give credit
where credit is due. This was actually Harry's creation. All I did was get the staff.
Harry did all the work."</p>
<p>"You did?" Maya asked incredulously.</p>
<p>Harry grinned as he held his hands up defensively. "You're welcome," he said,
afraid that Maya might assault him much as she had Snape. "It's fine really."</p>
<p>There was no way he could've stopped her short of using magic. Maya threw herself
at Harry, embraced him tightly and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "You are
absolutely brilliant," she told him.</p>
<p>"I learned from the best," Harry pointed out embarrassedly.</p>
<p>"I think it's time we left Emma and Alex in peace," Snape said. "All of this
excitement would still be too much for Emma to handle. Besides, I believe that we
need to make our way to St Mungo's rather urgently."</p>
<p>"Oh, of course," Harry said. "I can't wait to see the look on chief Lovegood's
face."</p>
<p>"Severus," Alex said as he stopped Snape from leaving by grabbing his robes.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. I will always be indebted to you after this."</p>
<p>"Think nothing of it," Snape told Alex. "That's what friends are for."</p>
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<p>When Snape and Harry flooed into St Mungo's, it was rather telling how little
attention was paid to them. Even with Snape holding a rather obvious staff and Harry
being – well – Harry, no one so much as glanced at them as they all hurried about,
tending to the needs of the next victim.</p>
<p>"Let's go to chief Lovegood's office," Harry told Snape, already hurrying to make
his way there. "He's usually in there nowadays."</p>
<p>Snape followed closely behind his apprentice as they dodged and weaved past nurses
and concerned relatives of patients alike.</p>
<p>"I wonder what the practical potioneer will have to say about this," Harry mumbled
while they were walking.</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "The practical potioneer? Your face will probably be on the front
page of every newspaper in existence."</p>
<p>Harry chuckled. "Nothing I'm not used to, I suppose."</p>
<p>When they reached Lovegood's office, they barged in without even knocking to find
the chief hunched over his desk, scribbling away furiously. He did look up when the
two potioneers shut the door. His eyes shifted to the staff in Snape's hand and his
lips formed into a thin line.</p>
<p>"Severus, Mr Potter," he greeted. "I am eagerly awaiting your explanation for
taking one of our most prized artefacts."</p>
<p>"My apprentice used it to create the cure you require," Snape said evenly as if he
was describing the weather. "I take it that our measures will be excused once you
witness the results?"</p>
<p>Lovegood eyed both younger wizards critically before lowering his gaze to the
potion in Harry's hand.</p>
<p>"You are certain?" he asked. "This will work?"</p>
<p>"It will," Harry said confidently. "The effect is instantaneous. Not only that but
after taking this potion, the muggle in question will be immune to the disease for
the rest of their lives."</p>
<p>"I will believe it when I see it," Lovegood said. He got up from his chair and
motioned for the two potioneers to follow him. They did as they were told and noticed
that Lovegood was leading them to the medical wing that held all of the diseased
muggles they had been able to round up so far.</p>
<p>They looked absolutely miserable. Not only were they clearly suffering because of
the disease, but they were also separated from their families and friends, having
been practically abducted by people with powers they had never deemed possible.</p>
<p>Harry had noticed that the nurses had tried putting muggles who knew each other
together but more often than not, the sick individuals were alone. Some of the
patients were mere children. And while they adapted a lot better to the discovery
that magic was a real thing, they did not cope with the fact that they were left all
alone very well.</p>
<p>The nurses and staff were doing the best they could to appease the frayed nerves
of the muggles present, but their words proved to be of little comfort to the
suffering mass.</p>
<p>"I assume this portion was measured for an adult?" Lovegood asked.</p>
<p>"Yes," Harry replied as his eyes were still scanning the enormous number of
muggles.</p>
<p>They walked to the back of the wing where the oldest and therefore most critical
of the patients were stationed.</p>
<p>"Mr Williams," Lovegood said, addressing an elderly looking man who was clearly in
a bad way but was still trying his best to glare at his visitors. "We believe that we
have produced a cure for your ailments."</p>
<p>"Go pour it down someone else's throat," Mr Williams said gruffly with as much
strength as he could muster. "I'm an old man, anyway."</p>
<p>"I assure you that if this works, we will administer the cure to the other
patients as well," Lovegood promised. "But since you're by far the most critical of
patients, I insist that you drink the potion."</p>
<p>"I don't need your hocus pocus," Mr Williams growled. "I don't believe in any of
this. Why won't you just bring me to a <em>real</em> hospital, already?"</p>
<p>"Drink the potion, Mr Williams," Lovegood urged. "I promise you that we're merely
trying to help. You would be dead within a day if we brought you to one of your
regular hospitals."</p>
<p>The elderly muggle allowed his eyes to roam from Lovegood to Snape – who was
looking decidedly disinterested – and Harry, who imagined there was something akin to
pity in his eyes.</p>
<p>"Fine," Mr Williams said. "I'll drink it. But just this once."</p>
<p>"Once will suffice," Snape said easily.</p>
<p>The man drank the potion with the help of a pretty nurse and marvelled at the glow
that seemed to emanate from his hands as he watched it take effect.</p>
<p>"Interesting," Lovegood said as he watched. When the glow finally subsides, Snape
spoke again.</p>
<p>"You can cast your diagnostic charm now, Caratacus," he said. "You'll find that
we've spoken the truth."</p>
<p>Lovegood glanced at Snape and Harry one last time before casting the spell and
reading the parchment that came into existence. Harry noticed that Mr Williams
appeared rather fearful at the sight of the magically conjured item and hoped that
the ministry would be able to send enough Aurors here to obliviate everyone when this
was all over.</p>
<p>"I can't believe it," Lovegood said after rereading the parchment several times
over. "Mr Williams is cured. There is no more trace of the illness."</p>
<p>"I never realized before how much you doubt my word, Caratacus," Snape said. "I
believe I should show some kind of dislike in regard to that realisation."</p>
<p>"Oh, would you stop, Severus?" Lovegood snarled. "Even I couldn't make a cure.
Forgive me if I was doubtful that a mere apprentice might succeed where I didn't. Are
you certain that <em>you</em> had nothing to do with it?"</p>
<p>"All I did was retrieve the staff," Snape said honestly. "The potion is a variant
of one Harry has created a while ago. It all makes sense if you think about it."</p>
<p>Lovegood glanced at Mr Williams and the other patients that had grown still and
were listening in by now. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion in my office. I
assume you have the time?"</p>
<p>"Not too long, though," Harry said. "We need to start brewing a great deal more of
the potion. And I doubt there are enough dirigible plums here to brew what we
need."</p>
<p>"Yes, my brother is sure to have a large supply of the things simply lying
around," Lovegood said. "But, dirigible plums? You simply must explain to me where
those come in…"</p>
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<p>The conversation in Lovegood's office had not been about much more than Harry
sharing the recipe and explaining where the staff came in and how to ingrain the
magic from it. Unfortunately for Lovegood, the creation of this potion required a
great deal of skill that could not be expected to be had by any of the interns
currently working at St Mungo's, save for Harry, of course.</p>
<p>Not only that, but most of the resident brewers that had been left were not
capable of brewing this complicated draught at all. This meant that Snape was briefly
enlisted – with the promise of a very nice salary – to assist Harry with brewing the
Magic Muggle potion. They were moved into lab nine for this since John would merely
get in the way of their alchemical circles. And for a brief instant, even Caratacus
Lovegood himself came to assist with the creation of this cure.</p>
<p>The muggles were starting to get better and the ones that were completely cured
were brought home by an Auror who obliviated the patient and their families as well
as all the concerned parties in the direct vicinity of said muggles to make it seem
as if they never left in the first place. Suffice to say that this was an endeavour
of epic proportions that not only called for an increase in working hours in every
Auror's day but also proved to be quite an expensive endeavour to the ministry of
magic that was forced to cover the costs of both the stay of the muggles in St
Mungo's as well as their reassertion into their everyday life.</p>
<p>Thus, the minister was forced to increase taxes which was met with much anger and
resentment towards the ministry, not only because of the increase in costs but also
because of the minister's ineptitude that was the cause of the epidemic in the first
place. After all, had they caught all the Death Eater's by now, this would probably
never have happened.</p>
<p>Many of the pureblood families were simply upset by the fact that the minister was
stepping in to help the muggles in the first place – using their hard-earned money to
do so - rather than having them fend for themselves. All in all, the truth was that
no one was no longer happy with the man and so, he was forced to resign by the time
that most muggles had finally been cured.</p>
<p>That day was a happy day for Harry but it had absolutely nothing to do with the
political consequences that went on in the background. After all, he couldn't care
less.</p>
<p>No, in fact, he had just finished what would probably be the last batch of the
Magic Muggle potion and he was expected in Lovegood's office. Wiping his hands but
unable to rid them of all the potion stains he had received here in St Mungo's, he
watched the completed potion in the last cauldron he had been brewing in with a
forlorn smile. Snape had stopped helping a week ago. After all, he needed to be back
at Hogwarts to make his final preparations for the start of the new school year.</p>
<p>It was over. Harry tossed the rag on the long table in the middle of the lab and
made his way to Lovegood's office. On his way there, he stuck his head into lab
seven. <em>His</em> lab, where John was working on what appeared to be tissue
restorative draughts.</p>
<p>"Hello, John," Harry greeted as he leaned against the doorframe.</p>
<p>"Harry," John greeted. He seemed to be somewhat upset.</p>
<p>"Is something the matter?" Harry asked, wondering how anyone could be upset at a
time like this.</p>
<p>John sighed and turned around. "It's nothin', lad," he said. "It's simply been no
fun fur this auld chap to be brewin' by 'imself, you understand?"</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, John," Harry said. "I didn't mean to leave you here by yourself. But I
needed to work with alchemical circles and the wrong kind of influence could have
ruined the whole thing."</p>
<p>"Aye lad, ah understand," John replied. "That dinnae mean that ah 'ave ter like
it, though."</p>
<p>"You'll see plenty of me starting tomorrow," Harry said. "I'll be back to brewing
the regular potions, no doubt. And I still have something else I need to work on, as
well."</p>
<p>"Busy as ever, are ye?" John chuckled. "Ah'll be lookin' forward to it, lad."</p>
<p>"Me too," Harry said. "I have to go now. Lovegood asked for me."</p>
<p>"Course he did," John grumbled. "Off ye go then. Go on." He waved a cloth in
Harry's direction who waved at the old apprentice and took off.</p>
<p>As he walked towards Lovegood's office, he noticed just how calm the hospital was
in regards to a week ago. There were a lot fewer patients and Aurors present now and
the most urgent cases were back to being accidental transformations and splicing.
Harry never thought he could be so happy to see a nurse fuss over a wizard with a
large chunk of his shoulder missing. Trying not to smile too much, he finally entered
Lovegood's office who was arranging some papers before tossing them in the bin.</p>
<p>"Ah, Harry," Lovegood greeted jovially. "Take a seat, would you? Did you want a
nice cuppa?"</p>
<p>"That sounds lovely," Harry agreed, easily lowering himself into the most
comfortable chair Lovegood owned, besides his own. "What did you call me here for,
Caratacus?"</p>
<p>Lovegood conjured a teapot, two cups and a tray of biscuits before taking a seat
across from Harry and filling Harry's teacup before getting to his own.</p>
<p>"If you'll remember, I offered a reward to anyone who was able to create the cure
for this horrible illness," he said, to the point as ever.</p>
<p>"I remember," Harry said smartly. "A large sum of money and your promise that you
would help me in creating a potion to cure dementia."</p>
<p>Lovegood sighed. "Is <em>that</em> what you were doing back then? Well, a promise
given is a promise kept."</p>
<p>"While I appreciate that you feel this way, I wonder if you were willing to
bargain?" Harry asked, adding some honey to his tea.</p>
<p>Lovegood quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "And what is it that you wish to change
in our agreement?" he asked. "I thought I was being rather generous."</p>
<p>"Oh, very much so," Harry agreed. "But I find that I do not need such a large sum
of money, nor do I want it."</p>
<p>"No?" Lovegood asked, sipping his own tea. "Do tell. There's hardly anything I
could refuse you at this point."</p>
<p>Harry grabbed a biscuit before leaning back and meeting Lovegood's gaze with a
serious look of his own. "I want your vote in the council," he said matter-of-factly.
"I wish to be anointed as a Master and I do believe that I have earned the right,
wouldn't you agree?"</p>
<p>Lovegood smirked as he too leaned back. "Are you certain that you're not a
Slytherin?" he asked.</p>
<p>Harry leaned forward as if he was about to tell Lovegood a secret and smiled.
"Don't tell anyone but I really am. I simply tricked the sorting hat as well as
Gryffindor house to think I was a Gryffindor. But I was actually a Slytherin from the
start."</p>
<p>Lovegood laughed heartily, spilling droplets of tea as he shook with glee. "My
boy, you are simply too much," he said. "But I agree with your proposed change in our
contract. I shall put the question of your Mastery to a new vote and recommend you to
each and every one of the council members."</p>
<p>"I'm sure that will suffice," Harry said, smiling kindly. "But I would still
require your help with the potion."</p>
<p>"By all means," Lovegood said easily. "I would be quite interested to be involved
in the process of your creations first-hand."</p>
<p>"Then I suppose we have a deal," Harry said, offering his hand.</p>
<p>Lovegood chuckled and shook it. "You have surprised me, Harry Potter," he said.
"At first I thought there was nothing special about you but your name and scar but
you have proven yourself many times over."</p>
<p>"Thank you, sir," Harry said, feeling himself flush. "That means a lot."</p>
<p>"Now if you could show me what you have come up with so far, I'll happily take a
look at your potion with you."</p>
<p>"I hoped you might say that," Harry said. He waved his wand and a few pieces of
parchment appeared out of thin air. It was a charm John had taught him at some point
when he saw just what a mess his stack of papers was becoming. He grabbed the notes
he had made thus far and showed them to Lovegood.</p>
<p>"Before I was forced to quit my experiments, I was thinking of using pansy petals
as the catalyst for this potion," he said.</p>
<p>"That makes a lot of sense," Lovegood told him. "Pansy flowers have been known to
be good for the memory. Did you consider using shavings of unicorn horn as well?"</p>
<p>"Of course," Harry said. "And I was wondering if I could attempt to use the staff
for this potion as well."</p>
<p>"I would gladly lend it to you, Harry," Lovegood said amiably. "But it's a
courtesy I will not be granting you too often. Do keep in mind that it's a valuable
artefact and heirloom to the guild. Other brewers may have use for it."</p>
<p>"I will make sure not to wear out your patience," Harry chuckled. "I merely wish
to use it, just this once."</p>
<p>"You're quite inventive, do you realize that?" Lovegood said as he refilled his
cup. "Have you always tackled your duties with such intensity?"</p>
<p>"Not at all," Harry chuckled. "But I did have some madman after me before. And
besides, I have someone I want to make proud now."</p>
<p>"Your Master?" Lovegood asked.</p>
<p>"My father," Harry replied, smiling softly.</p>
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would prefer to see next. The link to the discord is on my profile.</em></p>
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<p><em>I know I said I wasn't going to update in the weekends anymore, but you have
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big thank you to everyone, here's the chapter somewhat earlier. You might find it to
be a poisoned gift, though...</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 45</strong></p>
<p>It was impossible to truly recognise what time it was when one was brewing in the
St Mungo's laboratories since the torches burnt magically all day long and there was
no window to indicate the position of any of the celestial bodies. Therefore, Harry
relied solely on the growling of his stomach to indicate just when it was time for
lunch, though it was not always accurate.</p>
<p>When another loud growl elicited a chuckle from chief Lovegood, Harry grinned
sheepishly. "Perhaps it's time for us to get some lunch?" he asked slyly.</p>
<p>"A fine idea," Lovegood said. "Our minds don't work all that well on an empty
stomach."</p>
<p>"Do you want to join us, John?" Harry asked politely.</p>
<p>"Nay, Harry," John replied. "Ah wouldn't dream of getting' in the way of yer
complicated discussions. Ye'd best get on without me."</p>
<p>"If you say so," Harry said, shaking his head bemusedly. Come to think of it, he
had never seen John eat in the upper levels before. He always stayed downstairs,
eating what little food he brought. Despite his outgoing nature towards Harry, the
man really did seem to appreciate his solitude. Harry could respect that.</p>
<p>As they sat in the courtyard, the two potioneers couldn't help but discuss the
project they were currently working on. And even though Harry knew that he had roped
Lovegood into doing this with some Slytherin tactics of sorts, he could tell that the
older Master was actually enjoying himself. He imagined that it was a rather welcome
distraction from the normal office work he normally had to do.</p>
<p>"I think that we should try adding some tears of Mnemosyne," Harry said as he
munched on a piece of toast. "I know what you're going to say. It's too expensive.
But I honestly couldn't care less."</p>
<p>"Harry, we've been over this –"</p>
<p>"So, St Mungo's won't fund any potions to do with mental illness. I get it. But I
could at least pay for the ingredient myself."</p>
<p>"Why are you so insistent on creating this potion?" Lovegood asked. "You never did
tell me what sparked your sudden interest. Is it because of someone in the
family?"</p>
<p>"Not family," Harry said. "It's to help one of my friends."</p>
<p>"You know, Harry, it's not a good idea to allow your personal feelings to guide
your progress," Lovegood said importantly though he looked less so with jam on his
cheek.</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "It's how I've made my best creations," he said, "The cure to the
dissolving sweats being one of them."</p>
<p>Lovegood sighed. "Severus did warn me that you tend to give your emotions free
rein," he said.</p>
<p>Harry rolled his eyes but smiled. "As much as I appreciate you two discussing the
subject of me, I assure you that he worries too much."</p>
<p>"A young man like yourself needs to be worried about," Lovegood said, buttering a
new piece of toast. "Otherwise, you'll run yourself ragged."</p>
<p>"If it's to help my friends, I'll do anything," Harry said easily. "Besides, I
<em>have</em> been taking it easier. Look, I'm eating." As if to demonstrate, he
shoved just a few too many apple slices into his mouth and started chewing vigorously
in annoyance with himself.</p>
<p>Lovegood chuckled. "So I've noticed," he said. "So, about those tears. If you
truly think that they will help your progress, I will order them immediately."</p>
<p>"I'll pay you back, sir," Harry said after he swallowed his apple slices.</p>
<p>"Just this once, I will pay for them," Lovegood said. "So you'd better make them
count."</p>
<p>"I promise that I will," Harry said dutifully.</p>
<p>"See to it that you do," Lovegood said, pointing his toast at Harry. "Or I'll have
you scrubbing cauldrons to pay me back."</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "I thought I was done with all that when I finished Hogwarts."</p>
<p>"Ah, think again, young friend," Lovegood said happily. "The dishwashers are
rather cross with me because of the number of cauldrons you send over there every
day."</p>
<p>"I'm sure you can scare them into submission," Harry said casually.</p>
<p>"That depends on the number of cauldrons," Lovegood chuckled. "We're almost past
the point where my stern demeanour is not enough to keep them placated."</p>
<p>"Oh dear," Harry said sardonically. "I suppose I'll simply need to stop brewing so
much."</p>
<p>"Going home on time would help," Lovegood pointed out.</p>
<p>"I will," Harry said. "As soon as I'm able to help my friend."</p>
<p>"On the condition that no other friend of yours will desperately seek help
afterwards," Lovegood said cleverly.</p>
<p>"Exactly!" Harry said, grinning widely. "But don't worry. I really don't have
<em>that</em> many friends."</p>
<p>"As long as the ones that you have are good ones," Lovegood said.</p>
<p>"Oh yes," Harry told him. "They are the best."</p>
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<p>True to his word, Lovegood had ordered ten tears of Mnemosyne right after lunch.
He had impressed in his letter that he – as the head of St Mungo's – had urgent need
of the ingredient and that he would not stand for any delays. This assured Harry that
he would have access to the ingredient by morning at the latest.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, he had not been able to produce a potion with the desired results
just yet. It helped that Lovegood was with him and it was nice trying to figure the
problem out but at the same time, Harry was very aware of the trouble Draco was in at
that exact moment, so he couldn't bring himself to enjoy this collaboration too
much.</p>
<p>As far as Harry could tell – despite not having a final result just yet – they had
made a lot of progress. This made him want to keep going but around eight in the
evening, Lovegood had ordered him to go home. It was hard to ignore the chief when he
was working on the same project you were so Harry had no choice but to comply.</p>
<p>"Aren't you going home as well, John?" Harry asked the older man.</p>
<p>"Nay," he replied. "Ah still 'ave some things that need completin'."</p>
<p>Harry frowned but said nothing. He just grabbed his things and left. Lately, John
was becoming more and more closed off and Harry wondered if this had anything to do
with the attention he was getting from Lovegood. Sure, Harry didn't speak with John
all that often anymore but it's not like he was talkative whilst brewing anyway.</p>
<p>Deciding to ask John about it in the morning, Harry went home, taking the
floo.</p>
<p>When it flared to life at the house in Spinner's End, Harry had not expected to
see a half-dressed Maya sitting on the couch with Snape leaning over her in a most
provocative manner.</p>
<p>"Dear Merlin!" Harry exclaimed before they had even noticed him. "Don't you have a
bedroom in which you can do this stuff?"</p>
<p>"Harry!" Maya replied, hastily covering herself with a shirt that had been
carelessly thrown aside. "Er… turn around for a moment, would you?"</p>
<p>Harry did as she asked but couldn't help but notice the smirk on Snape's face as
he did. "And what are you so happy about?" Harry complained. "You do realize that
your son just walked in on you, don't you?"</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "You're an adult now, Harry," he replied easily. "I'm sure you
realised just what is going on in this house while you're away. And even sometimes
while you're not."</p>
<p>"You can turn around now, Harry," Maya said. Harry did so carefully to find Maya
fully dressed again.</p>
<p>"Weren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?" Harry accused. "To prepare for the new
school year or something?"</p>
<p>"We found ourselves ready much sooner than anticipated," Snape said easily. "And
there are too many intrusions going on at Hogwarts. Can you imagine Dumbledore
flooing into your chambers at the most inappropriate times?"</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "What, like I just did?"</p>
<p>"In all honesty, I didn't expect you home so soon," Snape pointed out.</p>
<p>"Stop teasing him, Sev," Maya said, lightly slapping Snape on the shoulder. "Can't
you see that Harry had a long day? Harry, would you like something to eat? A cup of
tea perhaps?"</p>
<p>Harry sank wearily into a chair, not even caring anymore about the awkward
situation he walked into. Snape and Maya certainly didn't seem to mind. "Dinner would
be fantastic," he said. "I'm starving."</p>
<p>While Maya went to talk to Zippy about dinner, Snape straightened out his robes
and sat up a bit straighter. "Have you made any progress today?" he asked.</p>
<p>"I think so," Harry said. "I feel like we're almost ready to use the staff. But
we're not there yet. I wanted to use some tears of Mnemosyne."</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "That's a very expensive ingredient."</p>
<p>"So I've been told," Harry said. "But if it's what's needed to help out Draco, I
don't see why we shouldn't use it. Besides, Caratacus ordered the first batch using
his own money. He said he would only do it once though."</p>
<p>"That man," Snape chuckled. "His curiosity often gets the better of him but this
isn't even subtle."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "Whatever gets me where I need to be."</p>
<p>"Very Slytherin of you," Snape pointed out.</p>
<p>With a pop, a plate filled to the brim with mac and cheese appeared in front of
Harry, the delicious smell causing his stomach to growl.</p>
<p>"Zippy was all too happy to make you your favourite," Maya said as she re-emerged
from the kitchen. "Anyway, I think I'll leave you two boys to chat."</p>
<p>"Don't leave on my account," Harry said in between bites.</p>
<p>"It's not like that," Maya said. "But I need to bring my sister her latest batch
of potions and see how she's doing."</p>
<p>"How <em>is</em> she doing?" Harry asked, suddenly ashamed that he didn't ask
earlier.</p>
<p>"Much better thanks to you," Maya said happily. "Alex is watching her like a hawk,
never leaving her bedside to make sure that she doesn't relapse but she seems to be
out of the woods."</p>
<p>"That's good to hear," Harry said with a release of breath.</p>
<p>"I just hope the ministry doesn't take too long to catch what remains of the Death
Eaters," Maya growled. "If Severus is right, and Rookwood is behind this, it might
not take him too long to create a new disease."</p>
<p>"Quite so," Snape said. "And Rookwood is definitely one to learn from his
mistakes. He would not make it so easily curable next time."</p>
<p>"Where would we even begin looking, though?" Harry said.</p>
<p>"Not we, Harry," Snape pointed out coldly. "They. You are not running off after
another Death Eater."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged uneasily. "That's not what I meant. There's no need to get all
protective."</p>
<p>"I know exactly how you think and I beg to differ," Snape replied.</p>
<p>"As I said, it's not like anyone knows where to begin looking for him," Harry
said. "For all we know, he fled the continent."</p>
<p>"I don't think he would do that," Snape said. "If he wants to continue his
experimentation, he will most likely not want to switch his local or control group.
That would not do in the scientific world."</p>
<p>Harry ran a hand through his hair in mild exasperation and continued eating,
grumbling something inaudible under his breath.</p>
<p>"I'll be off now," Maya said, breaking the sudden silence. She kissed Snape
goodbye and planted a kiss on Harry's cheek next. "Take care of yourselves," she said
before making her exit.</p>
<p>"She's really growing on you, isn't she?" Harry asked after a while.</p>
<p>"That should not matter to you," Snape said dryly.</p>
<p>"You're parading her in front of me first thing when I get home," Harry said
cheekily. "Besides, I think it matters plenty if she might become my new mum."</p>
<p>Snape cuffed Harry lightly to the back of his head, causing him to spit out some
bits of pasta. "Hey!"</p>
<p>"For now, I'll ask you to not stick your nose where it doesn't belong," Snape said
in a light-hearted tone of voice. "And <em>I'll</em> try not to be as careless in the
rooms we share."</p>
<p>"Yeah, you can't very well put a sock on the fireplace," Harry chuckled.</p>
<p>"That would be most ineffective," Snape countered.</p>
<p>When Harry finished two-thirds of his overly filled plate, he pushed it to the
side where it disappeared with a pop. "I wouldn't mind, you know," he said after a
while. "If she were to become… more permanent."</p>
<p>"It is far too soon to discuss such matters," Snape replied. "But I'm pleased to
have received your blessing nonetheless."</p>
<p>"Do you want to play a game of chess?" Harry asked. "It's been a while."</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "I would love to," he replied. "But you do realize that you cannot
possibly best me."</p>
<p>"I've gotten better!" Harry exclaimed in a very poor attempt to defend himself. "I
might surprise you, yet."</p>
<p>"We shall see."</p>
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<p>Harry did not surprise Snape in the least and he had lost five consecutive games
of chess. When he lost the last one in merely ten moves, he got up and called it a
night. Even if the hecticness of the dissolving sweats was mostly over, Harry still
needed to get up early every day to begin working on his invention and his other
potions. Sometimes, he even arrived before Lovegood did.</p>
<p>That's why he needed his sleep – as he now realized – and was not at all pleased
when he was awoken by some loud, unidentified noises that seemed to be coming from
downstairs.</p>
<p>"Tempus," he whispered to find out that it was barely four in the morning. Too
early for Snape to be up. Suddenly, Harry was on full alert like he often had been
during the days that Voldemort was still after him. He grabbed his wand and opened
his door as quietly as possible. He thought he heard hushed voices talking to each
other. If these were some muggle burglars thinking they might have hit the jackpot,
they were going to be in for one heck of a surprise.</p>
<p>Harry crept down the stairs, carefully placing his feet near the edge of each step
to try and not make them creek. As he came nearer to the sitting room – where the
voices were coming from – he could also hear the sound of someone sobbing and was
that the clipping of shears?</p>
<p>Harry could feel some sweat drops run down his back and wondered when he had
become so anxious to confront unidentified assailants. Or perhaps he had never been
comfortable with the concept and he simply forgot.</p>
<p>He took a deep breath, leaned against the wall and peered from behind it to try
and catch a glimpse of the intruders. What he saw nearly made him drop his wand.
While unexpected, he experienced a feeling of déjà vu as he saw Draco Malfoy sit on
the couch, in the exact same spot he had been in when Harry had found him talking to
Snape last Christmas morning.</p>
<p>Snape was there this time as well, carefully measuring some bandages and cutting
them when he thought them long enough to be up to the task. Harry couldn't see much
of Draco from, where he was standing but he did see some dried blood polluting the
blonde's otherwise immaculate hair. Deciding on a different approach from the one he
had taken at Christmas, Harry stepped into the sitting room, his wand now lowered to
make himself known.</p>
<p>"Draco," he said, causing two heads to swivel and look at him. Draco's cheek was
cut raggedly in three aligning lines as if he had been scratched. "What
happened?"</p>
<p>Harry moved swiftly across the room to take a seat next to Draco, only to take in
the rest of his injuries. His right arm had been cut severely with what clearly had
to have been a knife. From the location where it was cut, Harry could clearly see
that Draco had used the arm to defend himself. He appeared to have a nasty head
injury as well and there were more scratches in his neck. Worst of all was the look
of despair and devastation that was present in Draco's eyes, leaving no room for
other emotions.</p>
<p>"Harry, you should be in bed," Snape chided.</p>
<p>"I woke up," Harry said, putting a hand on top of Draco's uninjured one since the
boy hadn't responded yet. "Was it your mother?" he asked.</p>
<p>This elicited a sob from the Slytherin but he did not draw back his hand. "Yes,"
he admitted hoarsely. "She didn't recognise who I was anymore. She thought I was an
intruder. I tried telling her. I – I tried reasoning with her but –"</p>
<p>"She could not be reasoned with," Snape said evenly. "It is not your fault, Draco.
This is the natural progression of her condition."</p>
<p>"I never expected her to become violent," Draco said in a small voice. "She never
was before."</p>
<p>"I know she never wanted to hurt you, Draco," Harry said. "If she had realised who
you were to her, she wouldn't have done what she did."</p>
<p>Draco hissed as Snape dabbed some disinfectant onto his wounds. "I know that," he
replied. "Rationally, I know that. But I –" He drew back his hand and buried his face
into it. "It gets harder to believe that. And I know she can't help it but sometimes
I find myself hating her for it. I'm such a horrible person."</p>
<p>"You're human," Harry pointed out. "It's only natural to have that kind of
response when someone hurts you."</p>
<p>"Harry," Draco croaked. "I don't know how much longer I can take this."</p>
<p>"Perhaps it is time for you to take her to St Mungo's," Snape said as he mended
Draco's cuts to the best of his abilities.</p>
<p>Draco laughed bitterly. "And make a mockery of what is left of the Malfoy name?"
he said. "My aunt went insane. My father thought he could become the next Dark Lord
and now I would put my mother in the loony bin? I would never be able to show my face
again. Nor could she."</p>
<p>"Draco," Harry said softly. "This is killing you."</p>
<p>Draco breathed a shuddering sigh and looked at Snape with tear-filled eyes.
"Please," he said. "Please help me."</p>
<p>"Draco," Snape sighed, now wrapping the bandages firmly around Draco's arm, "I
don't know if –"</p>
<p>But Harry had heard enough. He hadn't fully realised the urgency of the situation
before and was now practically kicking himself for coming home early when he could
have spent more time trying to figure out how to help Narcissa. How could he have
done this to his friend?</p>
<p>Harry got up from his seat; transfigured his pyjamas into clothes with a flick of
his wand; walked over to the fireplace; ignored the stern voice of his father calling
him back; tossed in the floo powder and called out 'St Mungo's'. Snape might not
think that he could figure this out but he had been working on the solution with
Caratacus Lovegood by his side. They were so close, he could feel it!</p>
<p>At what now was four-thirty in the morning, there weren't very many people about.
There were only two people in the waiting room and they seemed to be falling asleep
where they sat. The lights were still on but they shone very dimly. The receptionist
was minding her own business, filling out a crossword puzzle. She glanced at Harry
when he walked in but didn't even address him, knowing very well by now that the boy
worked here.</p>
<p>Occasionally, a nurse would walk the corridors and enter a few rooms to administer
medicine where it needed to be dispensed but this all happened in perfect silence,
nothing but the sound of footsteps giving away that anyone was even still working at
this hour.</p>
<p>And soon, Harry's own footsteps filled the ward as well as he hurried towards the
elevator. Once inside, he mashed the button to go down, knowing full well that it
didn't help in the slightest to keep pressing it, but it made him feel slightly
better all the same.</p>
<p>Once downstairs, he didn't even wait for the elevator doors to fully open to dash
out and hurry towards the lab. Draco was still firmly on his mind and he wondered if
he would be able to help out his friend before he descended into madness himself.</p>
<p>He had already set a few steps into the lab before realizing that the torches were
already burning. A cauldron was on the fire and a concoction that Harry did not
immediately recognise was bubbling steadily. The shutting of a cabinet door caught
Harry's attention next and he locked eyes with John who had a furious glint in his
eyes that quickly vanished when he spotted Harry.</p>
<p>"John," Harry said carefully. "What are you doing here already?"</p>
<p>"Ah 'aven't left yet," John replied easily. "I didnae ken tha' it was so late
already."</p>
<p>Harry frowned as he glanced at the potion again. "What are you making?" he asked.
"That doesn't look like any healing potion I've ever seen."</p>
<p>John cleared his throat and took a few steps towards the cauldron and
inadvertently Harry before replying. "Ah became a wee bit jealous when ah saw ye
inventin' yer own brews," he said. "Ah wanted to try me hand at me own creation."</p>
<p>"And what exactly are you trying to brew?" Harry asked, taking a cautious step
back.</p>
<p>John smiled kindly. "Why dinnae ye come and smell it," he said. "Ye'll find out
with tha' keen nose of yers."</p>
<p>"No thank you," Harry said. "In fact, I think I forgot something. I'll be right
back." Harry turned around and was about to bolt when he suddenly couldn't move
anymore. He was able to shift his eyes just barely to notice how a greenish smoke
seemed to envelop his body, causing it to freeze where he stood.</p>
<p>John sighed as he walked to face Harry. "You are much too clever for your own
good, do you know that?" he said. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I respect you
and your talents very much, Harry Potter. But for some reason, you decided to get in
my way."</p>
<p>He walked over to the bubbling cauldron, covered his nose and scooped up a fair
portion with a ladle which he then brought over to shove underneath Harry's nose.</p>
<p>"It might be a tad earlier than I had envisioned but you're here now," he said.
Harry wished desperately that he could respond. That he could do something. But not
only was he paralyzed, but the potion that he was made to smell was also making him
drowsy.</p>
<p>"Don't fight it," John said soothingly. "It will all be over soon."</p>
<p>Whatever it was, it was too strong, and soon, Harry felt his eyes droop shut, and
his senses turn to black, no longer realising why he thought it so important to stay
awake in the first place.</p>
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<p><em>A poisoned gift indeed... I will not be updating tomorrow, just to be clear.
But you can expect the next chapter on Monday. Please do leave a review because I
would love to know how you feel about all of this.</em></p>
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<p><em>I definitely don't regret posting on Saturday. Thank you all so very much for
your reviews. It's been great reading your reactions and I couldn't help but laugh
evilly at times.</em><br/>
<em><strong>Small warning. The upcoming chapter contains pain and violence</strong>.
Enjoy!</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 46</strong></p>
<p>When Harry next woke, his body was no longer frozen. He still couldn't move,
though and when he opened his eyes he found out why that was. He was lying flat on
his back on what used to be part of the long table that ran along the middle of the
lab but was now transfigured into what seemed to be a rack. A medieval torture device
Harry knew from some of his history books. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he
thought of what the device could do.</p>
<p>"I see that you're finally awake," an unfamiliar voice said. Harry shifted his
head to look in the direction the voice had come from to find an unfamiliar person
staring at him. It was a tall man who seemed to be rather old. His short hair was
mostly grey bit still showed flecks of the brown it once probably was. His eyes –
though brown – were cold and serious and showed none of the joy that his smile seemed
to emanate.</p>
<p>"Who are you?" Harry asked, surprised that his voice hadn't trembled.</p>
<p>"Don't you recognise me?" the man asked. "We have been brewing together for a
while now. I should hope that you wouldn't forget me after all we've been through
together."</p>
<p>"John?" Harry asked, trying to shake the confusion from his still murky brain.</p>
<p>"In the flesh," the man said with a small bow. "Well, not exactly, of course.
Since I'll be done here in a few hours, I don't have the need to drink that dreadful
Polyjuice potion anymore."</p>
<p>Harry growled as he struggled against his bonds. But it was no use. "Who are
you?!" he shouted.</p>
<p>The man laughed but his eyes still held no joy. "Shout all you want, dear friend."
He said amusedly. "I've had the common sense to cast a silencing spell on the room.
No one will hear you."</p>
<p>Harry just stared at the man now, willing him to answer his question but not
wanting to ask it again.</p>
<p>"Oh, alright," the man said. "I'm surprised that you don't recognise me. I go by
the name of Augustus Rookwood."</p>
<p>Harry gasped as he stared at Rookwood. "What?" he asked. "Why would you even be
here?"</p>
<p>"Think, Harry," Rookwood said. Harry felt dirty just by hearing his name on the
Death Eater's tongue. "It was a means to witness the results of my experiments
first-hand. This disease was my masterpiece, you see? And it was going rather well –"
Rookwood glared menacingly at Harry, slapping him lightly – almost playfully – in the
face. "- Until you and Snape came along. Honestly, from one scientist to another, did
you think it polite to come in between me and my research?"</p>
<p>"You were murdering people!" Harry exclaimed.</p>
<p>"Muggles," Rookwood shrugged. "Vermin that is no better than the mice that gnaw
away at your walls, or the rabbits that ransack your garden. I never hurt an actual
person."</p>
<p>Harry stared at Rookwood, dumbfounded to realize that the man was completely
serious.</p>
<p>"You've hurt one of my friends!" Harry accused.</p>
<p>"A muggle friend?" Rookwood asked, his eyebrow raised in question. "So get another
one. They are as replaceable as dogs."</p>
<p>Harry felt a white-hot flash of rage as he struggled against the chains that bound
him once more, wanting nothing more than to punch Rookwood right in the nose.</p>
<p>"Calm yourself, Harry," Rookwood said evenly. "You might hurt yourself before
<em>I</em> get a chance to. Now, I've noticed that fine little artefact you carry
with you."</p>
<p>"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry spat.</p>
<p>"Don't play dumb with me, boy," Rookwood warned. "I've seen you use that cuff many
times over. Daily even. You use it to stay in touch with your father. It's rather
heart-warming, really."</p>
<p>Rookwood gently stroked Harry's arm right above the cuff and Harry shivered
involuntarily.</p>
<p>"What say you we summon him here, shall we?" Rookwood asked. "After all, he had
much to do with ruining my experiment. Not as much as you, mind you but I would still
like to send a message that it will not do to mess with my plans."</p>
<p>Rookwood clicked the small quill out of the cuff and ignored the growl that
escaped Harry's throat.</p>
<p>From his vantage point, Harry could see the message that Rookwood was sending to
Snape.</p>
<p>'<em>If you want to see Harry alive one last time, come alone to lab 7 within 15
minutes.</em>'</p>
<p>"You realize that you can't win against him, right?" Harry said, trying to get a
reaction out of the stoic potioneer. But the man just smiled at him.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear boy," he said warmly. "I've had plenty of time to prepare for this
eventuality. Your dear old father does not stand a chance."</p>
<p>"You're mental!" Harry said.</p>
<p>"I beg to differ," Rookwood replied as he sat down on a stool next to Harry. "I'm
simply a tad distraught that you got in my way. It's a pity, really –" Rookwood
pulled on a handle that caused the chains around Harry's limbs to tighten painfully.
" – I was truly enjoying cooperating with you, watching the next generation of
brewers develop. And then, you went and did this."</p>
<p>Rookwood sounded almost sad when he pulled the handle again and Harry grit his
teeth as he felt the painful strain on his limbs.</p>
<p>"So this is all some kind of sick act of revenge?" Harry asked, breathing a bit
more heavily than before.</p>
<p>"Exactly so," Rookwood said. "I realize that it might come across as petty –" he
pulled the handle again, " – and in a way, I suppose that it is. But even a man as
patient as myself has his limits. And I will not have you or Severus thwart me ever
again."</p>
<p>When Rookwood pulled the handle once more, Harry finally cried out. He heard a
popping sound and felt an excruciating pain in his left ankle that was only suffering
all the more because of the inhuman strain on his body.</p>
<p>"AAAARGH!"</p>
<p>"Hush now," Rookwood admonished. "We've scarcely begun."</p>
<p>"Let me go, you psychopath," Harry snarled through gritted teeth. "I can't believe
you're torturing me simply because your ego was bruised!"</p>
<p>Rookwood looked at him sharply, glaring daggers at the boy before he smirked
unnaturally wide. "My research is all that I have left now," he said, patting Harry's
injured ankle. He cocked his head to the side as he continued to regard Harry.
"You've taken that away from me. So now, I'll take away from you what you deem most
precious."</p>
<p>"You can never – AAAAAH!"</p>
<p>Rookwood pulled the handle again, a positively bored expression on his face as
Harry felt both of his wrists snap at the same time. There was nothing he could do to
stop the tears from flowing down his face.</p>
<p>Rookwood leaned over and gently wiped away his tears. "Don't cry, young
apprentice," he said soothingly. "You have to be strong. Can you do that for me?"</p>
<p>"You're a MONSTER!" Harry spat. He tried to bite the hand that was still wiping
away his tears but Rookwood was too fast.</p>
<p>"Perhaps I am just that," Rookwood mused. "I fear that my beliefs and ideals are
no longer accepted in this strange new world." He leaned leisurely against the
handle, almost teasing Harry since he could not expect when next it would be pulled.
"I was once revered as someone knowledgeable; admirable even among my peers, you
know?"</p>
<p>"Among your Death Eater friends, you mean," Harry snarled.</p>
<p>Rookwood clicked his tongue. "Don't forget that your father was also one of us."
He laughed bitterly. "Your <em>father</em>," he repeated amusedly. "If Lord Voldemort
were still alive he might have wiped out the continent when he learned the news."</p>
<p>"But he's not," Harry replied with a sense of accomplishment. "We killed him. The
two of us together."</p>
<p>"And now the two of you will die together, won't you, you little runt?" Rookwood
spat in a tone that seemed very different from the way he had been talking earlier.
Harry nearly blacked out when he felt the strains finally dislocate his right ankle
but there was something in the air that kept him from doing so.</p>
<p>"Enjoying the pain?" Rookwood asked coyly. "Judging by the number of scars on your
body, you are somewhat of a masochist."</p>
<p>If Harry had been able to struggle at his bonds, he would have but not only was
his strength leaving him fast, his limbs could and would not cooperate with him
anymore.</p>
<p>Harry didn't respond. He simply glared at Rookwood, clenching his teeth together
with so much force that he wondered if they would break soon. All the while he was
wondering where in the world Snape was and what was keeping him so long. Had he
fallen asleep again?</p>
<p>"Tell me, Harry," Rookwood said sweetly. "Do you want me to continue? Does this
strike your fancy?" He pulled the handle again, a bit further this time and Harry
screamed in agony when he felt his elbows pop out of their sockets. It was some of
the worst pain he had ever felt. Immediately, he felt his hands go numb and was
vaguely aware of feeling his heartbeat in his ankles and the unnatural strain on his
kneecaps. Surely, they would be the next thing to go.</p>
<p>"STOP!" Harry shouted.</p>
<p>"Oh?" Rookwood cooed. Harry vaguely got the impression that the man was becoming
more and more unhinged the longer he talked to him. "Not as much a fan as I thought,
then? It's alright. You can just beg me to stop instead, hm?"</p>
<p>"Why are you doing this?" Harry cried, his voice now decidedly unsteady.</p>
<p>"I already explained this to you, Harry," Rookwood snarled. "You need to learn to
listen. If Snape had already made his appearance, the pain would have already
stopped. Did he misplace the floo powder or something?"</p>
<p>"He won't come," Harry said, a part of him hoping that Snape would stay away but a
larger part of him hoping that his father would come to rescue him. "He's too clever
to walk into a trap like this."</p>
<p>Rookwood nodded. "Once upon a time, I would have agreed with you," he said, gently
brushing a strand of hair out of Harry's face. He smiled. "But not anymore. He cares
for you. I've seen it. And you know it."</p>
<p>Another twitch of the chains and the distinct sound of cartilage snapping and
bones breaking. The pull at Harry's already destroyed ligaments was agonizing enough
on its own but the feel of his knees dislocating as well as his kneecaps breaking,
elicited a howl of deep pain. One that made Rookwood chuckle.</p>
<p>"Poor little Harry," he teased. "Was able to defeat Voldemort when he was still a
child but can't seem to hold himself together after a few minutes of torture."
Rookwood laughed. "No pun intended."</p>
<p>As Harry breathed, he couldn't help the keening that escaped him. He would be
horrified at himself had he been able to think beyond the pain.</p>
<p>"If you're going to kill me anyway, why don't you?" he practically begged.
"There's no need for all of this."</p>
<p>"If Severus doesn't get here within five minutes, I will," Rookwood said
placatingly. "But for now, you'll just have to hold on for a moment more. Don't
worry. I'll sit with you."</p>
<p>Rookwood moved his stool to sit slightly behind Harry and to the boy's horror, the
man started stroking his hair.</p>
<p>"Everything will be alright," he whispered in a tone that could have been
described as lovingly had it come from anyone else. "Soon, there will be no more
pain."</p>
<p>Harry sobbed because of the horrific pain that would not leave his abused limbs
alone. He wanted desperately to pass out but was unable to. To make matters even
worse, Rookwood began singing, ever so softly as he continued stroking Harry's hair
as would a mother to comfort their child.</p>
<p>"Stop it," Harry hissed through the soft humming. But Rookwood ignored him and
kept gently stroking the boy, now occasionally kissing him on the forehead.</p>
<p>Harry's breathing hitched painfully as he tried his best not to move. How did he
always get into these kinds of messes?</p>
<p>"Dad," he croaked desperately, as Rookwood placed a soft kiss in his neck.</p>
<p>"I think you may be right, Harry," Rookwood said softly. "Severus seems to care
less about you than he does about himself. But that's alright. You have me now."</p>
<p>Harry shuddered in pain and disgust as Rookwood's hand caressed his chest softly
as it travelled down. "It is nearly time," he whispered in Harry's ear. "Can you hear
the ticking of the clock? Tick –" he stroked Harry's thigh, grinning as the boy
whimpered. "- tock."</p>
<p>Harry didn't register what happened next all that well but he became aware of the
distinct feel of a powerful blast of air and the sudden disappearance of Rookwood's
presence.</p>
<p>"Stay away from my son!" Snape shouted and Harry lifted his head slightly to look
at the entrance to the lab in relief. Snape stood there, his wand extended and a
furious look in his eyes. His gaze flickered towards Harry momentarily. He flicked
his wand and Harry was liberated from his bonds. The sudden flood of renewed agony,
caused by the abrupt release caused him to cry out in pain once more but Snape didn't
rush to his aid, as he would no doubt normally have done. Instead, he kept his eyes
trained on Rookwood who was laughing as he got back up.</p>
<p>"Making an entrance at the very last minute, Severus?" he asked gleefully. "I
never took you for one who appreciated dramatics. But I'm sure that Harry loved you
drawing out his agony as much as you have."</p>
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<p>Snape did his best not to allow Rookwood to distract him with his taunts. It was
already difficult enough not to hurry to Harry's side and take him away from the
wretched man standing across the room. The boy was clearly in agony, not to mention
the foul things Rookwood was doing to him as Snape arrived. He shuddered at the
thought. This man had truly descended into madness.</p>
<p>Snape took a few daring steps forward when Rookwood clicked his tongue.</p>
<p>"Not so fast, Severus," he chided. "You should watch your step."</p>
<p>Snape growled and flicked his wand in Rookwood's direction, cursing to kill. But
Rookwood erected a shield as he crouched to take cover behind the table.</p>
<p>"Tell me, Severus," Rookwood hissed. "What do you get when you combine chimaera
oil with phoenix feathers?"</p>
<p>Snape angrily thrust his wand forward, causing the table to explode into thick,
jagged pieces. He quickly erected a shield of his own to shield both him and his son
from the chunks.</p>
<p>Rookwood flicked his own wand in retaliation but instead of firing a curse, he
tipped a jar on one of the shelves next to Snape, causing it to fall the floor, the
oily substance within spreading quickly. Before Snape could respond, Rookwood
summoned a phoenix feather that was hidden underneath the table in Snape's vicinity
and dragged it through the oil.</p>
<p>Snape tried erecting a shield to protect himself from the blast but he was not
able to do so in time. The arm that he raised instinctively to shield his eyes took
the brunt of the damage. Judging from the pain, Snape guessed that he suffered
third-degree burns at the least. A fire was started because of the blast that was now
burning through the shelves quite quickly and heading towards the tipua leaves via a
path created by the oil.</p>
<p>At that moment, Snape had to make a split decision. He could focus his attention
on Rookwood and try to incapacitate him as soon as possible or he could stop the fire
from reaching the tipua leaves. If he didn't do the latter, the toxic fumes released
by the burning leaves would no doubt prove fatal within minutes. He could protect
himself with a bubblehead charm but Harry would have no such protection. The choice
was an easy one to make.</p>
<p>Snape focused his attention on the fire, vanishing oil that had not been set
alight yet as well as casting aguamenti to douse the flames. This allowed Rookwood to
start firing hexes and curses as he pleased but Snape knew that the man was not the
best dueller. And even while focused on the fire, he still managed to block and dodge
most of the enemy spells fired in his direction. Some weren't even close to
connecting with him, which Snape could only be thankful for at that moment.</p>
<p>When he finally managed to douse the fire, he turned his attention back to his
former colleague.</p>
<p>"Stop this right now, Augustus," he snarled, worrying more and more about his son
that lay writhing in tremendous pain. "How do you even expect to win this?"</p>
<p>"There is always an answer," Rookwood replied easily. "But I'm not about to tell
you what that is."</p>
<p>Snape fired a slew of Sectumsemprae in Rookwood's direction, wanting nothing more
than to sever the man's head clean from his torso. A few of the curses connected with
Rookwood but the man didn't seem the least bit perturbed, despite the blood he was
now rapidly losing.</p>
<p>"That's not very original, coming from you, is it?" Rookwood taunted. Snape just
grit his teeth as he did his best to ignore the stabbing pains that ran through his
arm. He then noticed that Rookwood produced a potion and lifted his wand to try and
make a pre-emptive attack.</p>
<p>"Should you really be looking this way?" Rookwood called. "Your son is coming
perilously close to dying!"</p>
<p>Snape's heart skipped a beat as he glanced over at Harry and realized that
Rookwood's missed attacks from earlier had actually been spot on. He had blasted
several jars that were placed strategically in Harry's vicinity. A sort of gas
erupted from all of them that seemed to mix into something that Snape could only
imagine would be highly lethal.</p>
<p>He cursed under his breath, erected a shield and moved closer to Harry. But
Rookwood wasn't even attempting to block him from doing so at that moment. Instead,
he drank the potion. Snape noticed the sickly black colour of the potion and thought
he knew what it was but didn't have the time to dwell on it at that moment. As soon
as he reached Harry, he charmed a gust of wind into existence that blew the gas in
Rookwood's direction. For good measure, he cast a bubblehead charm on Harry to
prevent any future traps of this manner.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, dad," Harry groaned. Snape wanted very much to comfort Harry but he
knew that he couldn't afford the distraction. Harry seemed to understand as he closed
his eyes and bit his lip.</p>
<p>"I'll wrap this up quickly," Snape said softly so that Rookwood wouldn't hear him.
He focused his attention on Rookwood again and noticed that the man's earlier
injuries had vanished completely. It then became clear as day what the man had
drunk.</p>
<p>"You must really be desperate," Snape said stoically. "I'm starting to believe
that you do not have much of a plan, after all."</p>
<p>"I <em>had</em> a plan, Severus," Rookwood snarled as he now came towards Snape as
if he feared his assaults no more. "But you and your little apprentice saw fit to get
in the way of that."</p>
<p>Snape cast a blasting curse at Rookwood that the man was too slow to block but
even though it connected, it hardly seemed to have any effect. As was to be expected,
of course.</p>
<p>Now Rookwood cast several hexes in a row. Snape blocked and dodged what he could,
crying out in agony when he landed painfully onto his injured arm.</p>
<p>"Oh, did you hurt your arm?" Rookwood asked. "Maybe you need some burning salve!"
with another flick of his wand, a jar of said substance flew off the shelves and
would have landed on Snape's head had he not ducked underneath a part of the table
that still stood upright.</p>
<p>"No?" Rookwood asked as he marched closer. "You are so unkind to reject my
assistance. I thought we were old friends."</p>
<p>Snape sent another cutting hex Rookwood's way and cursed heavily when it seemed to
cause absolutely no damage.</p>
<p>"Let Harry go, Augustus," Snape said. He crawled underneath the table to come out
the other way. "It's me you really want."</p>
<p>"Is it?" Rookwood asked. "And since when do you know anything about what I want?"
he cast another spell at Snape that was about to land somewhere on his left shoulder
so Snape stepped to the right and out of the way. No sooner had he done that when he
heard an awful snapping sound and the sudden sharp feeling of the breaking of bone
and the piercing of flesh. He inhaled sharply when he became aware of the pain and
glanced down to see what seemed to be a bear trap compressed around his foot. Only,
he knew that it hadn't been there a moment before.</p>
<p>"I've always been better at transfiguration than you have," Rookwood pointed out
smugly. "Misdirection as well."</p>
<p>Snape was aware of the jar of acidic Asian scorpion venom sitting on top of the
shelf above Rookwood and tried his best not to glance at it, lest Rookwood realized
that it was there as well. Balancing his weight on his healthy leg, he pointed his
wand at Rookwood's chest to distract the man but used his left hand to wandlessly
topple the jar over. Unfortunately for Rookwood, he was standing right beneath it as
the jar smashed and the acid splashed all over his head and back.</p>
<p>Rookwood didn't scream. He didn't writhe. He didn't exhibit any sort of signs that
he was in pain. His clothes were smoking somewhat and melting where the acid had
landed but his skin didn't seem to react at all.</p>
<p>"Your death is going to be a very painful one," Snape sneered. "I do hope you're
prepared."</p>
<p>"I will take you down with me before that happens," Rookwood snarled. "Just look
at you. You're stuck."</p>
<p>"Am I?" While Rookwood had been dealing with the acid, Snape had quickly tapped
the trap with his wand, ordering it to release him. It was now tossed aside, laying
forgotten next to Snape's mangled foot.</p>
<p>Rookwood growled and cast another slew of spells in Snape's direction. He blocked
each one easily as he kept his gaze locked onto Rookwood's.</p>
<p>"You're losing focus fast, Augustus," Snape said mockingly. "Tick tock, as you
say."</p>
<p>Snape realised that at some point – probably before they had even started fighting
– Rookwood had become completely unhinged. There was a crazed look in his eyes and
the way he was breathing rapidly between clenched teeth made Snape surprised that he
wasn't frothing at the mouth.</p>
<p>"Tick-tock," he said again, purposely taunting his adversary.</p>
<p>"I'll show you," Rookwood growled. "Avada –"</p>
<p>Much could be said about the killing curse but there was a good reason that it was
not the only spell in a Death Eater's repertoire. Not only was it always obvious that
it was to be cast, its wand movement left the caster in question wide open and the
curse took a long time to cast. Time that was very precious in the midst of battle.
Which is why this was precisely what Snape had been waiting for.</p>
<p>As soon as the first syllable left Rookwood's mouth, he ducked and threw himself
under the table again, seeing nothing but Rookwood's feet as he uttered the second
syllable. Non-verbally, he cast his next spell, by firmly planting his hands on the
floor, his wand connecting both hands as he envisioned the ground to crack. It did
under his command as Rookwood uttered the second syllable of the second word. But it
was fast enough. He lost his footing as the ground opened up beneath him and he
stumbled to fall onto the jagged cracks that the stone had formed, only to have the
floor close up around him again.</p>
<p>This was not a spell meant to wound anyone but to capture someone. Rookwood could
not have protected himself against that. Snape got up from under the table as
Rookwood stumbled, his balance broken by the awkward position in which he was
captured. He had not dropped his wand though and was now aiming it in Harry's
direction.</p>
<p>"I can still kill the boy," Rookwood snarled. "If nothing else, I can
<em>still</em> take his –"</p>
<p>Snape did not allow Rookwood to say anything else. He drew back his hand for a
moment before punching Rookwood square in the jaw as hard as he could. This did not
injure his old colleague but it did cause him to drop his wand.</p>
<p>"You will never lay another hand on Harry," Snape growled as he stepped on
Rookwood's wand, cracking it with his weight. "In fact, you will never lay another
hand on anyone. Your time is up."</p>
<p>Rookwood laughed. "What makes you so different?" he asked. "Why can <em>you</em>
continue living your life while <em>I</em> can't?"</p>
<p>Snape sneered, showing nothing but disgust for the Death Eater now babbling in
front of him. "As a very good friend of mine once said: 'It's our choices that show
what we truly are'. And I would like to add to that that these <em>choices</em> gave
me the right while <em>yours</em> condemned you."</p>
<p>Rookwood grinned broadly as he stared at Snape. "Tick-tock," he said. Some blood
drizzled from between his teeth.</p>
<p>"Tick-tock," he said again as gashes and cuts appeared all over his body. Blood
started oozing from all over his body.</p>
<p>Where the acid had touched him before, his skin now started to melt until it
started to look like candle wax. "Tick tock!" he screeched as more and more injuries
started to litter his body. Injuries that Snape knew could never be survived.</p>
<p>"Tick-tock," Snape agreed. "It is the sound of your life running out."</p>
<p>Rookwood said no more. His eyes glazed over as his body crumpled. His arms dropped
lifelessly next to him as his body half-collapsed as it was still captured in the
stone maws of the floor. Snape was suddenly very aware of the broken pieces of
Rookwood's wand still under his foot. And as sudden as this battle had happened, it
was over. Nothing to show for it but a broken laboratory, a dead Death Eater and two
mangled potioneers.</p>
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<p>It was a very good thing that they were already at St Mungo's seeing how both
Snape and Harry required urgent medical attention. Due to the mangled state of
Snape's right foot, it had taken him a while to go and get help, especially since it
was still very early. But eventually, he had managed to flag someone down and after
that, it had only been a matter of minutes before both he and Harry had been
recovered and placed in a room together. An Auror had arrived shortly after to
collect Rookwood's dead body.</p>
<p>As soon as Harry has been removed from the lab, he had finally and thankfully
blacked out. When he next opened his eyes, he could only make out blurry shapes and
colours. Instinctively, he moved to grab his glasses but winced when he was met with
incredible pain as he tried to do so. This caused the memories of earlier that
morning to come flooding back to him and he gasped in both pain and worry.</p>
<p>"Dad?" he asked, still trying to get a better view of his surroundings.</p>
<p>"I'm here," Snape replied and Harry relaxed considerably. "Here, hold still for a
moment." Harry did as he was told and felt how Snape placed his glasses on his
nose.</p>
<p>"Thanks," Harry said. He then turned his head to get a better look at Snape who
was sitting in the bed next to his. His left arm had been completely bandaged and his
right foot was in a cast of sorts.</p>
<p>"A cast?" Harry pointed out. "What happened to skele-gro?"</p>
<p>Snape growled. "Whatever else Rookwood had done in that lab, he had also released
some sort of mist that made sure that I can't benefit from any curative potions for a
while," he replied angrily. "It's not permanent but it will be at least a week before
I can be released from this cast."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry you got hurt," Harry said.</p>
<p>"You should see the other guy," Snape deadpanned, eliciting a chuckle from
Harry.</p>
<p>"I'll bet," he replied. "But Severus, what the bloody hell took you so long?"</p>
<p>"Language," Snape chided softly. Harry simply scoffed in response.</p>
<p>"After tending to Draco's wounds, I took him home to make sure that his mother was
alright again. I didn't want to leave him in a dangerous situation, of course."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry responded.</p>
<p>"When I got the message, I was right in the middle of talking to Narcissa, trying
to get her to take a mixture of a calming and a sleeping draught. I never imagined
the possible urgency of the message. I am… truly sorry."</p>
<p>Harry frowned as he witnessed the tortured look on Snape's face. "It's alright,"
he said finally. "At least it wasn't because you were getting busy with Maya or
something."</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "I would punish you for that cheeky statement, but I think you've
been punished enough for a while."</p>
<p>Harry tried to sit upright but Snape quickly placed a hand on his shoulder. "None
of that," he said. "The damage to your body is quite extensive. It will take a while
for you to heal."</p>
<p>"Did I breath in that mist as well?" Harry asked, frowning.</p>
<p>"No," Snape replied. "I cast a bubblehead charm on you. But there's only so much
that magic can do. You should know better than anyone that some injuries can't
possibly heal overnight."</p>
<p>Harry groaned. "I can't do a single thing like this," he said, trying in vain to
move his fingers. "I'll get bored."</p>
<p>"It's a good thing that you have me for company," Snape pointed out.</p>
<p>"Great," Harry sulked. "I'm imprisoned in a hospital bed and as a bonus, the
snarky bat of the dungeons is here to keep me company."</p>
<p>"Don't make me suffocate you with a pillow," Snape warned. "It would be quite easy
to do so right now."</p>
<p>"If you're going to do it, do it now," Harry whined. "I'm not looking forward to
staying here all cooped up."</p>
<p>"You don't even know how long you're supposed to stay here," Snape pointed
out.</p>
<p>"With an overprotective dad like you, I can only imagine," Harry sighed. "And I'm
supposed to brew something to help Narcissa out. How am I supposed to do that when I
can't even hold a stirrer?"</p>
<p>"You're not," Snape said easily. "It will just have to wait. Now, to pass the time
I thought I would read to you."</p>
<p>"You have got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed, but he couldn't help a smile
from forming.</p>
<p>"Oh, I'm quite serious," Snape said. "What do you want to hear? 'Tales of Beedle
the Bard' or 'Hogwarts, a History?"</p>
<p>"I have gone seven years without reading that book, despite Hermione's
insistence," Harry chuckled. "And now it seems rather pointless and just as
boring."</p>
<p>"The children's book it is," Snape said, rolling his eyes. Harry relaxed into his
cushions and looked at Snape expectantly. The man opened the book with a sigh and
began to read. "There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and
wisely…"</p>
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<p>Exactly one week later, Harry found himself in lab eight. Since lab seven had
pretty much been reduced to rubble, he was given that lab to complete his
experimentation. It was a good thing that the tears of Mnemosyne had been delivered
after the battle and were therefore not in need of replacement. Harry had only been
allowed to leave yesterday but was very much eager to. Snape – though he had still
been wearing a cast – had been allowed to walk around after only one day of being
hospitalised, much to Harry's dismay.</p>
<p>It was good to be brewing again. His hopes for helping Malfoy were still high. It
had been telling that Draco hadn't even come to visit Harry while he was in the
hospital. It probably had everything to do with his mother. Ron and Hermione had come
to visit him, Hermione playing the role of overbearing mother hen while Ron kept
cracking jokes like how Harry might've grown a bit taller after all of this. Luna had
been by as well, of course, but she had been much more gentle and careful around him
than his two friends had been. It was good to know that – even after graduation –
Harry was still able to count on his friends. He had no doubt that this would always
be the case.</p>
<p>Carefully, Harry added three of the tears to his potion and watched how waves were
suddenly created in the concoction as it swirled around a very still centre.</p>
<p>"Interesting effect," Lovegood said as he watched Harry work. He was there, still
upholding his end of the bargain. "In my humble opinion, this should definitely do
the trick. I don't think the staff will even be required."</p>
<p>"You don't?" Harry asked incredulously.</p>
<p>"This potion should do fine by itself," Lovegood said. "After all, we mustn't
forget to brew without the use of rare artefacts such as this one. It's admirable
that you wish to help your friend but just imagine; if this works, many more people
would benefit from this draught. And if other potioneers would be able to replicate
the potion – which would be nigh impossible if you plan to use the staff in the
recipe – soon we might find ourselves equipped to deal with dementia easily. And
stemming from that, other mental illnesses might be considered to become curable as
well."</p>
<p>"That makes sense," Harry had to admit. "But if it doesn't work –"</p>
<p>"If it doesn't work, you can always brew the whole thing again and use the staff
after all," Lovegood said. "But I urge you to try the potion without it first."</p>
<p>Harry smiled at the man who had procured the tears for him in the first place and
had spent a great deal of his time to help Harry achieve the current result. The
least he could do was grant him this request. "Of course," he finally said. "Would
you mind if I go to my friend right now to test it? I realize that it's still the
middle of the day…"</p>
<p>Lovegood chuckled. "Harry," he said, "these last few months you have worked two
days worth of hours every day. I'm sure I can allow you to leave a tad earlier than
usual in return. If you would kindly let me know the final result, though, I would be
most appreciative."</p>
<p>"Of course," Harry said. He bottled two vials of the potion to be sure – you could
never know when one might break – and made his way to the floo. He still had a bit of
a limp, which was only natural if you considered what had happened to his knees. Even
with magic, he was bound to feel some discomfort after only a week.</p>
<p>When he finally arrived at the corridor of hearths, he chose an available one,
tossed in some floo powder and called out "Malfoy Manor!"</p>
<p>The floo flared and Harry got inside, gritting his teeth as he stumbled through
the network. When he finally arrived at his destination, he stumbled forward and was
only barely able to keep himself upright by clinging to a table that stood
nearby.</p>
<p>"Harry," said a voice as Harry righted himself, noticing a slight tremble in his
legs. Perhaps taking the floo had been a bit overconfident. Well, he <em>still</em>
didn't fully understand how to apparate, after all.</p>
<p>"Hi Draco," Harry replied as he shakily tried to catch his breath. "Sorry to stop
by unannounced."</p>
<p>"Sit down for a moment, will you?" Draco said, sliding a chair out from under the
table for Harry to sit in. "I heard what happened. I'm sorry that I couldn't come to
visit. Mother –"</p>
<p>"You don't need to apologize," Harry said uneasily. "I understand. It's why I'm
here, actually."</p>
<p>Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"</p>
<p>"My being in the hospital sort of caused a delay in my plans but I think I did
it," Harry said."</p>
<p>"Did what?" Draco asked. His tone betrayed his hopefulness but Harry imagined that
Draco wanted to hear the words for himself.</p>
<p>"I believe I've managed to brew a cure for your mother. Chief Lovegood helped me
and he too thinks that the potion should be potent enough."</p>
<p>"You're serious, aren't you?" Draco asked as he sat down as well.</p>
<p>"Dead serious," Harry replied. "If you want, we could test it right now."</p>
<p>"Please," Draco said hoarsely. "If you think this will work, let's try it out this
instant."</p>
<p>"Where is she?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Sleeping," Draco replied. "If you would follow me, I'll guide you to her
room."</p>
<p>The two walked in complete silence as they both hoped that the potion would work.
Harry had made more complicated potions than this one before but for some reason, he
was even more anxious for the result of this particular potion than he had been for
the cure to the dissolving sweats. And he knew that it meant the world to the boy
walking beside him.</p>
<p>Several years ago, it would have been unthinkable for Draco to put all his trust
in a potion of Harry's creation. Harry shuddered to think what would have happened to
the blonde if they had never become friends in the first place. Would Snape have
tried to come up with this potion? Would Draco have even told his Godfather of his
troubles in the first place or would he have locked himself and his mother away,
waiting for the day that one of them had enough?</p>
<p>Harry shook himself out of those grim thoughts and followed Draco into Narcissa's
bedroom. She slept on the right side of a very large bed that stood centred against
the wall across from the door. It seemed much too big for only one person and Harry
felt strange knowing that Lucius had slept in the very same bed not all too long
ago.</p>
<p>"Mother," Draco said softly as he approached the bed. Narcissa didn't stir and
Harry kept standing in the doorway. He didn't want to spook the woman when she
woke.</p>
<p>"Mother," Draco urged again, a bit louder this time.</p>
<p>"Daddy?" Narcissa said groggily. "Five more minutes."</p>
<p>Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at Harry and inclined his
head to signal for him to come closer. Harry took the potion out of his pocket and
walked over.</p>
<p>"It's time to wake up," Draco urged, trying to sound stern.</p>
<p>Narcissa rubbed her eyes and stared blearily at Harry. "Daddy, who is that?"</p>
<p>"My friend," Draco replied soothingly. "He's here to help you."</p>
<p>Narcissa glared suspiciously at Harry who was starting to feel an upcoming ache in
his knees from walking and standing so much. Draco seemed to notice Harry's
discomfort since he summoned a chair for him.</p>
<p>"I want you to behave yourself, okay?" Draco told Narcissa. "I'll buy you a
present if you do. Can you do this for me?"</p>
<p>Tears glistened in Draco's eyes as he looked pleadingly at his mother. She smiled
and grabbed his hand. "Okay," she said. "I'll be good."</p>
<p>Harry cleared his throat and showed Narcissa the potion that was periwinkle in
colour. "I need you to drink this for me, okay?" he asked. "It's not going to taste
very good but it will help you."</p>
<p>Narcissa glanced at Draco again who nodded encouragingly and took the potion with
both hands.</p>
<p>"It's pretty," she said.</p>
<p>Draco smiled as he wiped away a tear. "Just like you are," he said softly.</p>
<p>Narcissa giggled girlishly at that. She removed the stopper from the vial and
scrunched up her nose when she smelled the sour damp that came from the potion.</p>
<p>"Do I have to drink all of it?" she whined.</p>
<p>"To the last drop," Harry said importantly. "But I know that you can do it. I have
faith in you." He smiled and nodded towards the vial.</p>
<p>"Okay," Narcissa said. She pinched her nose and downed the potion, though it took
her several gulps to get it all down. Afterwards, she handed Harry the vial back
which he pocketed automatically.</p>
<p>"Close your eyes," Harry told her. "You're going to start feeling sleepy."</p>
<p>"But I just woke up," Narcissa protested, stifling a yawn.</p>
<p>"You only need to sleep a little while longer," Harry told her soothingly. "When
you wake up again, everything will be better."</p>
<p>"Okay," Narcissa said, already laying her head back down. She curled up as Draco
tucked in the blankets around her.</p>
<p>"Good night, daddy," Narcissa sighed. Instantly after, she was sound asleep.</p>
<p>With a trembling hand, Draco summoned a second chair and sat down next to Harry.
"I really hope this works," he said listlessly. "I don't know what I'll do if it
doesn't."</p>
<p>Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "If it doesn't work,
I'll try again," he said earnestly. "I'll keep trying until I get it right. I promise
you that."</p>
<p>Draco eyed him wearily, with the utmost respect flickering in his eyes. "How I was
ever able to be such a git to you is beyond me," he said. "You must be the best
person I have ever met."</p>
<p>"I'm stubborn, that's what I am," Harry chuckled. "That's usually not a good
thing, either. Ask Severus."</p>
<p>"Yeah," Draco replied plainly.</p>
<p>They sat together in comfortable silence for a very long time as Narcissa slept.
She stirred every now and then but didn't wake.</p>
<p>"How are you feeling?" Draco asked after a long time. "I've noticed that you're
not exactly in the best of health, yourself."</p>
<p>Harry rolled his right shoulder experimentally as he worked out some kinks. "I
think I'd rather have another encounter with Voldemort than with Rookwood. That man
was insane!"</p>
<p>"He always seemed to be pretty grounded," Draco said. "You know… back in the
day."</p>
<p>"That's what Severus said," Harry scoffed. "But when you start torturing people
with medieval devices, then singing some crooked lullaby to them as they cry in
agony, you're pretty mental in my books."</p>
<p>Draco frowned. "I didn't know what he did exactly," he admitted. "Will you make a
full recovery?"</p>
<p>"I will," Harry said. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love magic.
The problem is that when the lunatics get their hands on it, it can be very
devastating."</p>
<p>"You're going over this pretty lightly," Draco pointed out.</p>
<p>"I'm used to my fair share of pain," Harry said with a wry chuckle. "That said,
last week was one of the worst days of my life, even if the pain didn't really last
all that long. I guess I went too long without running into trouble."</p>
<p>Draco chuckled and was about to reply when Narcissa suddenly sat up, her eyes wide
open as she stared at Draco in shock.</p>
<p>None of the three people present spoke for the first moment but when the silence
became too uncomfortable, Draco reluctantly said: "Mum?"</p>
<p>A few tears dropped from Narcissa's eyes as she regarded Draco, her lip trembling.
"D-Draco," she said. "I'm so sorry, child. I'm so, so sorry." Draco gasped as he
heard his name on his mother's lips again.</p>
<p>Narcissa's tears now flowed freely as she buried her face into her hands, her
shoulders trembling as she tried to contain herself. Draco sat next to her in the bed
and draped his arm around her shoulders. Harry saw that he was trying to stay strong
but he was not really succeeding.</p>
<p>"It's alright, mother," he said, a careful happiness evident in his voice. "You're
back now."</p>
<p>He glanced up at Harry and when he saw the boy watching carefully he mouthed the
words 'thank you.'</p>
<p>Harry smiled, nodded and silently retreated from the room, leaving mother and son
to grieve the time they had lost with each other.</p>
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<p>When the skele-gro would finally work on Snape again, he was able to get rid of
the cast he had to wear. Already, he was complaining about its itchiness to which
Harry could only roll his eyes. If he could trade his aching joints for a very
localised itch, he would do it in a heartbeat.</p>
<p>When the cast was indeed removed, there was only one last thing for Harry and
Snape to do. They had once again been summoned to the guild pyramid to attend another
meeting.</p>
<p>"I suppose that saving the world again might have changed their views of your
skills," Snape told Harry as he started climbing the stairs. Harry groaned as he too
dragged himself upwards.</p>
<p>"What is it with old societies and their terribly impractical meeting places?" he
complained. "Honestly, would it kill them to install an elevator? Or better yet, to
relocate to a nice air conditioned office building?"</p>
<p>Snape laughed as he offered Harry his arm in assistance. Harry gratefully took it,
leaning heavily on Snape for the rest of the way.</p>
<p>"I'll bring it up in the next guild meeting," Snape said. "Perhaps it is time for
some changes."</p>
<p>When they finally stumbled into the meeting space, everyone was already sitting in
their rightful seats. Harry could see that the staff of Caduceus was back on the wall
as if it was never taken in the first place. Snape didn't take his seat. Instead, he
allowed Harry to sit there, knowing that the boy was still healing. None of the other
masters objected.</p>
<p>"Welcome back, Harry Potter," Lovegood said authoritatively. "It is not usually
that we gather twice in the same year for the same person. But we have all agreed
that you provide enough cause for an exception."</p>
<p>Snape snorted as if to say that that was nothing new but Harry ignored him,
entwining his fingers and listening politely.</p>
<p>"As we are all aware, you have been quite busy since last we all met," Lovegood
continued. "Not only have you shown astounding promise as a brewer while maintaining
the hospital stocks, but you also managed to brew a cure to a disease that – until
recently – seemed to be undefeatable. And you did so without any outside
assistance."</p>
<p>Harry was about to object when he saw Snape shake his head out of the corner of
his eye.</p>
<p>"Esteemed colleagues," Lovegood continued, now facing the other Masters. "After
the onslaught that was 'the dissolving sweats' happened, I have joined Mr Potter's
research to try and find a cure to a more common and often forgotten disease, namely
dementia."</p>
<p>The masters started whispering to each other when Lovegood raised his hand to
demand silence. "I was able to get some first-hand experience with Mr Potter's
process. And though he may be somewhat chaotic at times –" Lovegood winked at Harry
as he said this, " – He is also fiercely committed to every task he receives or gives
himself. Had he not been interrupted by the unfortunate appearance of a certain Death
Eater, he would have no doubt completed the cure sooner."</p>
<p>"Master Lovegood?" one of the Masters interrupted. "Are you implying that he
managed to create a cure? For dementia, I mean."</p>
<p>"Only a few days ago," Lovegood said. "But yes. Yes indeed. The potion has been
tested and the test-subject has been reported to have made a full recovery. We shall
have to wait to see the long-term effects but it all seems very promising, much as
our apprentice himself."</p>
<p>Snape put a hand on Harry's shoulder and when Harry looked up at him, he could see
the man smiling.</p>
<p>"I propose another vote," Lovegood finally said. "And I believe we needn't wait
for Mr Potter to leave the room. He is still recovering from his injuries for one and
I do believe that we can share the results immediately this time."</p>
<p>Lovegood glared around the room as if he dared anyone to disagree with him. When
no one did, he smiled and nodded. "All those in favour of granting Harry Potter the
title of Potions Master?"</p>
<p>Lovegood raised his hand high in the air and was immediately followed by eleven
others. Harry gaped with open mouth at the fast response. Since Snape wasn't allowed
to vote, that meant that everyone had voted in his favour. Everyone! Snape squeezed
his shoulder in excitement and Harry swallowed thickly.</p>
<p>"Then it appears we have reached an accord," Lovegood said. "Congratulations,
Master Potter. "I am certain that we may keep expecting great things from you."</p>
<p>"Thank you," Harry said breathlessly. "Thank you all for this honour. I – I don't
know what to say."</p>
<p>Lovegood and several others chuckled.</p>
<p>"Eloquent as always, Mr Potter," Snape teased from behind him. Harry looked at his
father to see his eyes shining with pride. Harry had never seen the man smile
brighter. "Well done, my son," he said. "You deserve this."</p>
<p>Harry quickly wiped his eyes and grinned. He had done it. He had finally done it.
Now, there was only one more step he had to take.</p>
<p>He had long since decided just what it was that he wanted to do. That was why he
stopped Professor Slughorn as they reached the bottom of those awful stairs.</p>
<p>"Well done, Harry," Slughorn said in obvious delight as he clapped Harry on the
shoulder. "Well done, indeed. Your mother would be proud."</p>
<p>"She is," Harry agreed. "But I was wondering about something."</p>
<p>"Do tell, Harry," Slughorn said eagerly. "Anything I can help with, I will."</p>
<p>"Well, I was wondering if you were still planning on teaching next year?" Harry
asked. "If you don't mind my saying, it appears to me that you're rather tired of all
of this."</p>
<p>Slughorn sighed, stroking his chin in thought. "While I do love to teach, it is
sometimes difficult to keep up with the students who seem keen on… thinking outside
of the box, so to speak," he admitted. "Your Ms Lovegood is a fine example of that.
But with Severus on the defence post, I fear that the job might go to someone who is
simply not qualified if I went back into retirement. Just look at what happened with
Defence Against the Dark Arts for all those years."</p>
<p>Harry nodded in understanding. "I hear what you're saying sir," he said. "But how
would you feel about me as the next teacher?"</p>
<p>"You?" Slughorn asked, a smile broadening on his face as his eyes began to shine.
He clapped his hands together. "My boy, that would be a fabulous idea. If you're
serious about this, I would happily recommend you to Albus."</p>
<p>Harry winked cheekily at Slughorn. "I'm very serious," he said. "Though I can only
<em>hope</em> to be as good a teacher as you are, sir."</p>
<p>Slughorn snorted. "I may be easy to flatter but even I see you being blatantly
modest." He sighed happily. "Yes, you I could happily allow to take my position. But
only you."</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Epilogue</strong></p>
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<p>Harry was checking himself in the mirror, trying to see the back of his robes as
Snape was trying to button them for him.</p>
<p>"Would you stop squirming so much?" Snape chided. "You're going to wrinkle
them."</p>
<p>"I just don't get it," Harry sighed. "My robes are exactly the same as yours and
yet they don't…"</p>
<p>Snape smirked. "They don't what?"</p>
<p>"You know," Harry said, making a wavy movement with his hand. "They don't
billow!"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled as he walked around Harry, eyeing him critically. "You know," he
said. "I will let you in on my secret as long as you promise not to tell a single
soul."</p>
<p>Harry grinned as he watched Snape from the mirror. "You have my word," he said
solemnly.</p>
<p>"You see," Snape said softly, "everyone thinks that I must use a spell on my robes
for them to get like that. But they're wrong. What I truly use –" With an exaggerated
flourish, Snape produced a small vial from his robes. "- Is this!"</p>
<p>"A potion!" Harry smacked himself on the forehead. "I should have known."</p>
<p>"Use this one on your robes," Snape said. "A few drops should suffice. And if you
really like it, I can give you the recipe later. Just don't be surprised if the
students start referring to you as a bat."</p>
<p>"Brilliant," Harry said in awe. "I'll make good use of it."</p>
<p>"I'm sure you will," Snape said. "Now be off. You can't be late for your first
class."</p>
<p>Harry winked at him. "Only by a minute," he said cheekily.</p>
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<p>The door to the potions lab opened with a bang as Harry Potter – the new Potions
Professor – stormed into the classroom. Taking long, hasty strides, he kept walking –
his robes billowing behind him - until he reached the front of the class, then
allowed his cold and foreboding glare to pierce every student's gaze, calling them to
attention without a word.</p>
<p>"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," he
said icily, his voice booming through the otherwise quiet classroom. "As such, I
don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is
potion-making. However, for those select few –" he stopped his gaze at an entirely
random Gryffindor, "- Who possess, the predisposition…"</p>
<p>It suddenly became far too much. Harry started laughing, waving his hand in a
dismissive gesture as he casually hopped onto his desk. "I can't do this," he told
his new students, chuckling all the while. Some of the first-years shared an awkward
grin between them.</p>
<p>"Let's try a different approach, shall we? I'm Harry Potter and that over there is
my owl Hedwig," he said pointing at the snowy owl who sat on a perch in the corner.
"If she tells you you're doing something wrong, you'd best listen. She's usually
right. Now, which one of you knows where to look if you needed a bezoar?"</p>
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<p class='c1'><strong><em>The end.</em></strong></p>
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<p><em>I can't believe that the series has come to an end at last yet here we are.
It's only fitting that I say a few things.</em></p>
<p><em>First, I want to thank my beta and friend for all of his hard work. On the
site he is known as <strong>Pagemaster4TW</strong> and on the discord channel as
<strong>Sneaky_Prawn</strong>. He has gone far beyond what a regular beta would do.
He's been here for me since the beginning of TPM and has helped not only by reading
the chapters beforehand and unearthing the mistakes but also by engaging in hour-long
brainstorming sessions with me. without him, TPM would probably be 20 chapters less
long. Thank you Sneaks! I know we didn't always see eye to eye but you really made a
difference.</em></p>
<p><em>Secondly, I want to thank all of the people who have read the trilogy from
start to finish. Especially those who have patiently waited for me to upload time and
time again. A special thanks to those who reviewed and to FallingToast/FallingBread
who has even made fanart for the series.</em></p>
<p><strong><em>If I might ask you one last time to send me a review to tell me how
you felt about TPM but also which of the three stories you liked best. I am very
eager to find out.</em></strong></p>
<p><em>I will not be gone for long. Soon, I'll start on a new mentor story. I hope to
see you all there to join me on a new journey. Expect the first chapter of 'The
Subterfuge' on Friday.</em></p>
<p><em>Thank you all!</em></p>
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5. Chapter 5
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 5</strong></p>
<p>"So Hedwig, as we already knew, you can only see thestrals once you've seen death
and accepted it."</p>
<p>Hedwig hooted knowingly in response.</p>
<p>"Exactly!" Harry said as he turned the page of his book. Hedwig sat on her perch,
tilting her head as her master continued reading.</p>
<p>"It says right here that they serve as some sort of bridge between the world of
the living and the dead. They are generally accepted as an ill omen but they're
really kind creatures – Luna would agree with that, I'm sure – that merely seek to
heal the ones left behind. Mentally, that is."</p>
<p>Harry sighed, "The bridge between our worlds…"</p>
<p>Hedwig flapped her wings twice and clicked her beak sharply, causing Harry to look
up;</p>
<p>"Oh, right!" He grabbed hold of the sprigs of lavender he had already prepared and
threw them in his simmering cauldron. "Just in time. Thanks, Hedwig." Harry stirred
his concoction a few times, checking to make sure that it changed into the correct
colour and sat back down into his chair.</p>
<p>"So perhaps a few strands of thestral hair could do the trick," Harry mused. He
scribbled a few notes on a piece of parchment that was already littered with askew
sentences, carelessly deposited onto the paper as if written down in haste. "But
should I use the hair of their tails or the hair of their manes? Hmmm…"</p>
<p>Hedwig sagged somewhat on her perch, visibly relaxing as her master continued
studying.</p>
<p>"Marigold flowers would work well in contrast," Harry mused out loud, "But I could
also use Acacia leaves."</p>
<p>Hedwig ruffled her feathers in obvious dismay.</p>
<p>"What?" Harry chuckled, looking up, "You don't like Acacia leaves?"</p>
<p>Hedwig screeched shortly in response.</p>
<p>"Marigold flowers it is," Harry said, writing down his chosen ingredient. Hedwig
hooted softly, tucking her head under her wing.</p>
<p>"Oh, shoot!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, "I'm going to be late for History of
Magic!"</p>
<p>He hastily put a stasis spell on the cauldron, swept his notes into one big, messy
pile and grabbed his bag and books as he held his quill between his teeth.</p>
<p>"Ber Herdwerg," Harry tried saying but he got no response from the owl. In a hasty
flurry, he bolted out of the dungeon and raced towards his next class, spotting the
person in his path just a tad too late.</p>
<p>And who better to crash into than Draco Malfoy? With a thud, Harry landed hard on
his backside, his books scattered everywhere, pieces of parchment still fluttering in
the air as they slowly descended. Harry's quill had dropped to the ground and rolled
away somewhere.</p>
<p>"Seriously, Potter, can't you watch where you're going?" Draco chided in
annoyance, "A guy can't even walk through the dungeons anymore without being knocked
on his arse."</p>
<p>"Sorry," Harry mumbled sheepishly as he got off the floor. He rubbed his backside
tenderly before extending a hand to the Malfoy heir who took it gracefully. Harry
pulled him upright before he went to pick up his things in a hurry.</p>
<p>"Sorry, Draco," Harry apologized, "I'm going to be late for History."</p>
<p>"You're actually going?" Draco asked incredulously, "You Gryffindors really are
too goody-two-shoes. You dropped the class! There's really no reason to go back
there. It's boring as hell anyway."</p>
<p>"So I take it you didn't go?" Harry asked as he took one of the books Draco
offered him.</p>
<p>"Not a chance," Draco replied easily, "I've got better things to do than listen to
the tedious details of orc and goblin wars. I would think you do too."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "I don't see the harm," he admitted, "If I don't like it, I can
always drop it again, just like Dumbledore said. I just feel kind of bad for
Professor Bell you know?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I get it now!" Draco exclaimed happily, "You've got the hots for her."</p>
<p>"Wha- no!" Harry replied hastily, "She's like thirty"</p>
<p>Harry started walking at a hurried pace. If he was fast, he could still make it.
Draco followed along, not letting up.</p>
<p>"True as that may be," he said, "You have to admit that she's easily the hottest
teacher we've ever got."</p>
<p>"Hermione would argue that that honour would befall Lockhart," Harry chuckled.</p>
<p>Draco rolled his eyes. "Of the female teachers, you dunce," he said, slapping
Harry lightly on the head.</p>
<p>"Please," Harry scoffed, "I prefer girls my own age."</p>
<p>"Oh? Like who?" Draco urged.</p>
<p>"Well, this is my stop!" Harry deflected easily, hurrying into the designated
classroom. He glanced over his shoulder to see Draco give him an exasperated look but
simply sent him a defiant smirk before he went to sit beside Ron and Hermione. Draco
left, smiling triumphantly for some reason.</p>
<p>"What was that all about?" Ron asked.</p>
<p>"Just Draco telling me how hot he thinks Professor Bell is," Harry divulged.</p>
<p>Hermione huffed. "Boys," she growled but made no further comment. Harry's eyes
locked with Ron's for a moment before they boy chuckled. It was barely a few seconds
later that professor Bell flew into the class, looking a bit flustered with several
strands of hair out of place.</p>
<p>She smiled warmly at the full class of teenagers that was already waiting for
her.</p>
<p>"Hi guys!" she greeted, "I'm sorry I'm late. It's just so hard to find my way
around here."</p>
<p>With a loud thud, she allowed her books to fall on her desk. "Oops, sorry!" she
winced at the loud noise. "Say, did you know that the staircases move on their own in
here? How does anybody get anywhere on time?" The look of amazement in her eyes
reminded Harry of many a first grader and made him realize that Bell did not go to
school here.</p>
<p>"Oh, but I really should get started, shouldn't I?" she said somewhat
apologetically. She took out her wand and faced her class, still smiling brightly.
"Please open your books to page twenty-three. Today, we will be learning about
wizards and witches who have been worshipped by muggles throughout the ages, raising
them to a God-like status."</p>
<p>"That's a long title," Ron whispered. Harry chuckled and Hermione shot him a
disparaging glance. Bell didn't seem to notice though.</p>
<p>"There's no need to keep your eyes glued to your textbooks, children," Bell said,
"All of my classes have been doing that but I will make sure that you see the world
around you instead."</p>
<p>She swished her wand in some complicated, elegant patterns when the air itself
started to vibrate, taking on colours and foreign outlines. Sounds started to fill
the room and Harry clutched his desk hard out of fear that he would fall to the
ground as soon as the room stopped writhing and moving. He noticed several others do
the same.</p>
<p>"Don't worry," Bell said in a soothing voice, "Relax and take in the scene around
you. The year is 975 AD. We find ourselves in a town called 'Hofstadir where the
winds are cold but the pastures are green."</p>
<p>Harry gasped in amazement as he laid eyes upon the large valleys and hillsides as
people hustled and bustled to get on with their lives. Most people wore thick,
woollen clothes. Pigs, sheep and goats seemed to be walking around in utter chaos but
this went unnoticed by the passers-by.</p>
<p>"Among the villagers in this town, walks one that is more devious and clever than
any of his peers. Here he comes now!"</p>
<p>A man walked among the villagers with his head held high, his posture proud as he
saluted those he passed. The ones that noticed him bowed down deeply, their noses
touching the ground as the man swept past, his long cloak billowing after him as his
long, black hair swept in the mind. A mischievous smile adorned his handsome face and
his long fingers held a lute that he played as he walked.</p>
<p>"His name is Loki," Bell explained, "Some of you have probably heard about him
before. He is known as one of the most accomplished Masters in transmutation that
have ever walked this green earth. Back then, there was no ministry to keep the
wizards in check, so there was no one to stop a wizard from flaunting his skill. Such
a wizard often became revered."</p>
<p>Loki bowed down to a beautiful young lady with long blond hair, tied into a braid
and held out an elegant hand. He spoke in a language that Harry did not understand
but the young lady giggled girlishly and took the hand. With one gesture, Loki
transformed her old rags into rich clothes. He picked up a few rocks from the ground
and transformed them into jewellery which he graciously handed over to the woman.</p>
<p>Bell shook her head, smiling thinly. "A very accomplished master indeed but also a
trickster," Bell continued. "He broke many a woman's heart as he travelled, and
deceived many people just to get what he wanted."</p>
<p>"Sounds like he would have done well in Slytherin," Ron snorted."</p>
<p>"Quite right, Mr Weasley," Bell agreed, "He would have. If not for his cunning,
then surely for his ambition. But let's move on shall we?"</p>
<p>Professor Bell swished her wand to the left and the room spun until it stopped on
an entirely new scene.</p>
<p>"Since we're on the subject of incorrigible tricksters, we shall move further into
the past. We are in Greece and the era is 500 BC. Here we encounter a wizard that
loved muggles more than anything and was always doing his best to make their lives
better, much to the dismay of his fellow wizards and witches, of course. You can
imagine just how important 'pure blood' was at that time."</p>
<p>The children watched a tall man wearing a ridiculous outfit mingle among what
seemed like commoners. Whenever someone tried to bow before him – which many
obviously felt compelled to do – he quickly stopped them and held them upright.</p>
<p>"This is Hermes. I called him a trickster," Bell explained, "But he is one with a
good heart. He would mostly trick his own kind to the benefit of the muggles whom he
sought to protect. Pay close attention to the items he carries."</p>
<p>Harry squinted and tried to discern the many silly-looking things this Hermes
carried with him. He wore a large satchel which depicted a rooster. He also wore a
round hat and a travellers cloak. With him, he carried a winged staff which was
entwined by two snakes but what was most noticeable were the ridiculous winged
sandals he wore.</p>
<p>"Could he actually fly with those?" some disbelieving Hufflepuff asked.</p>
<p>"He most certainly could," Bell said, "He charmed them much in the way one would
charm a broomstick. The wings are completely unnecessary, yes, but they surely filled
the hearts of his beloved muggles with awe. The most tricky part was to actually
maintain his balance in those shoes as he flew. Can you imagine?"</p>
<p>As if ordered to do so, Hermes leapt into the sky and took off, the useless wings
on his sandals flapping for nothing but show as he wielded his staff at nothing in
particular.</p>
<p>"He used his staff for healing and - according to some accounts – for alchemy as
well. It is clear how much the muggles loved him and he was rewarded for his efforts
by being considered a God."</p>
<p>Bell flicked her wand once more and the scenery changed to that of a desert zone.
Large pyramids permeated the area and everyone recognised it unmistakably as
Egypt.</p>
<p>"We have time for one more," Bell said happily, "I clearly don't need to tell you
where we are. It is about 2400 BC. This tour of our history would obviously not be
complete without including the ancient Egyptians, now would it?"</p>
<p>Some of the students agreed wholeheartedly, Hermione being one of them. She had
been taking in all of the new information with wide-open eyes and a gleeful smile on
her face.</p>
<p>In a flash, the scene zoomed in on the base of one of the pyramids where a female
lion lay basking in the sun.</p>
<p>"Meet Sekhmet," Bell said dreamily, "She was known as the Goddess of War and
Healing but truthfully she was just a witch albeit a very powerful one at that."</p>
<p>The class watched as the lioness rose from her spot and transformed into a
gorgeous woman with long, black hair. Her face was painted with black streaks and she
wore garish jewellery coloured in gold and blue.</p>
<p>"As you can all see, she was an animagus which only served to enthral the muggles
even more."</p>
<p>Some of the girls sighed dreamily as they watched the beautiful woman walk towards
her subjects. In the background, slaves were hard at work, sweating and labouring
away in the dry desert, their slavers always behind them.</p>
<p>"It was a different time," Bell said sadly, "And Sekhmet was royalty. She never
saw any problem in using slaves and even used them herself. We can only hope that she
treated them with kindness."</p>
<p>The scenery changed again but was still focused on Sekhmet who stood at the front
lines of what appeared to be an army.</p>
<p>"She was ferocious," Bell continued, "And she was one of the very best at
duelling. She was always at the front lines of any battle and helped her people
through many wars."</p>
<p>The students watched, their hands clinging to their seats in excitement as Sekhmet
charged into battle, casting spells left and right while not even using a wand or
anything of the sort.</p>
<p>"Even when the enemy had their own wizard or witch –" Bell continued, focusing the
scene on another magic user that now came to stand in front of Sekhmet "- She still
won every battle. But even so –" The scenery changed again. They were now seeing the
aftermath of the battle. Many people were injured and dying. Sekhmet could be seen
kneeling down next to a bleeding man. "- She still cared for the lives of the people.
She was skilled in battle but also in healing charms. Unfortunately for her, she had
plenty of opportunities to practice both."</p>
<p>Bell raised her wand into the air and in one fell swoop, the scenery seemed to get
sucked up into its tip. The entire class groaned but Bell smiled fondly.</p>
<p>"Don't worry, class," she said, "If you would like to, you can take my class for
the rest of the year. I understand that history can be a bit boring but if you apply
yourself you can learn some interesting stuff."</p>
<p>The class murmured incoherently in agreement, excitement clear in the air.</p>
<p>"Now," Bell said, clapping her hands together, "I do believe it's time for lunch.
This is a bit embarrassing but could any of you show me the way to the great hall?
I'm afraid I'll just get lost again and miss lunch entirely."</p>
<p>"We'll take you, Professor!" Hermione shouted excitedly, practically jumping up
and down.</p>
<p>Bell chuckled. "Thank you very much, Ms Granger. I'll take you up on that."</p>
<p>She picked up her bag and waited for the golden trio to get out of the classroom
after which she locked it magically.</p>
<p>"I don't think anyone will be stealing anything from inside there, Professor," Ron
said.</p>
<p>"Most definitely not, no," Bell replied, "But the magic in this room has been
strengthened to aid me in my… way of teaching, so to speak. I wouldn't want anyone
wandering in there unsupervised."</p>
<p>"That was amazing, Professor!" Hermione said happily before Ron could retort, "Who
knew that History of Magic could be so amazing?!"</p>
<p>Bell laughed, "Thank you, Ms Granger," she said, "That's quite the compliment.
Especially after learning about the horrible reputation my subject has in this
school. Everyone seemed to dread coming to my class."</p>
<p>"Well, we were taught by a ghost," Ron said evenly, "And he was so boring,
everyone always fell asleep."</p>
<p>"So I've heard," Bell said shaking her head, "It's such a shame, really. If I had
been taught by such a Professor, I'm sure I never would've taken a liking to the
subject myself."</p>
<p>"Where did you go to school, Professor?" Harry asked daringly.</p>
<p>"Ilvermorny," Bells admitted.</p>
<p>"That's so far away!" Hermione exclaimed, "You don't sound American at all."</p>
<p>"That's because I'm not," Bell chuckled, "But my father had us moved there for
work so I had to attend Ilvermorny instead of Hogwarts. It's a shame, really. I had
always wanted to come to Hogwarts."</p>
<p>"Well, at least now you get to experience it," Harry offered, "And you don't even
have to sit through Binn's classes for it."</p>
<p>Bell laughed. "I don't think I should be allowing you to speak about my
predecessor that way, but I'll permit it just this once." She winked at the threesome
as the stairway they were just on changed direction. Bell let out a little yelp and
clutched the balustrade tightly.</p>
<p>"Why does it do that?" she asked in amusement.</p>
<p>"We honestly don't know," Harry replied.</p>
<p>"Some would say that Hogwarts is a bit fickle," Hermione supplied, "She likes to
toy with new people."</p>
<p>"Oh, come on Hogwarts, be nice," Bell chided, "I'm not going to spray paint your
walls or anything like that."</p>
<p>"It's okay, Professor," Hermione said, "We're still going in the right
direction."</p>
<p>"This castle is huge," Bell said in awe, "Do you think we're –"</p>
<p>"And what is the golden trio doing, wandering around the corridors?" drawled a
familiar voice, "Lunch will be starting soon."</p>
<p>"Hi, Professor," Harry greeted Snape, completely undeterred by his sour attitude,
"We were just on our way there but the staircase moved on us."</p>
<p>Snape frowned. "I didn't expect you to be needing a chaperone at this age. Afraid
to get cornered by a fantastical beast of sorts?"</p>
<p>Harry frowned at Snape's odd behaviour. He opened his mouth to say something when
Bell interjected.</p>
<p>"Actually, Professor Snape, they're the ones escorting me," she said, biting her
lip in embarrassment. "I haven't gotten the hang of navigating this place yet. It's
very daunting and I was worried that I wouldn't make it to the great hall in
time."</p>
<p>Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow, "I understand," he replied curtly and swivelled
on his heel to depart but Harry stopped him.</p>
<p>"You could help her out, Professor," Harry said sweetly, "You know, show your
fellow colleague the area. Show her the secret passages and everything."</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Don't presume to tell me what to do, Mr Potter
or I will be forced to punish you accordingly."</p>
<p>Harry was ready to fight Snape on this but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
It was Bell's. She smiled sweetly at Snape and said: "That's okay, really. I'll be
fine. You go on ahead and we'll make it there on time as well."</p>
<p>Snape nodded curtly and walked away, his robes ever-billowing.</p>
<p>"What's his problem?" Harry muttered, "He's acting as if someone stole all of his
dragon blood."</p>
<p>Bell chuckled softly, "Now, Harry, you shouldn't say stuff like that."</p>
<p>"And why do you call him 'Professor Snape'?" Harry asked, "All of the other
teachers call him Severus. And he's about your age."</p>
<p>"Well," Bell said in a hushed voice, "He kind of scares me. But don't tell him I
said that! He'll probably be very mad that I said anything of the sorts to a student.
As a matter of fact, could you just forget the last five minutes happened? That would
be great."</p>
<p>"If you say so, Professor," Ron shrugged.</p>
<p>"But he's really not as bad as he seems," Harry said.</p>
<p>"Though he does take some getting used to," Hermione supplied, "But once you've
moved past his walls, you'll see that he has a heart of gold."</p>
<p>Ron snorted, "Hermione! Did you forget that awful potion he fed me?"</p>
<p>"Well, you were rummaging through his potions lab," Hermione said smartly, "What
did you expect?"</p>
<p>"You all dared me to do it!" Ron huffed, "And a Gryffindor does not back away from
a dare."</p>
<p>Bell chuckled merrily, "Is that what Gryffindors stand for then? I'll be sure to
remember that."</p>
<p>"What house were you sorted into, Professor?" Hermione asked, "I know that
Ilvermorny has four houses as well."</p>
<p>"I love that you know that!" Bell said happily, "Well, I was sorted into
Thunderbird."</p>
<p>"I guess I can see that," Hermione nodded knowingly. Harry and Ron just shared a
confused look.</p>
<p>"Here we are!" Harry said as he gestured towards the open doors to the great
hall.</p>
<p>"You three are my heroes!" Bell exclaimed happily as she led the way inside. She
waved one last time at the trio as they took their seat. "See you next time!" she
shouted before half-walking, half-running to the high table to sit in the last
available spot next to Filch to whom she amicably started chatting away.</p>
<p>"What are <em>you</em> looking at?" Ginny chided as she saw Harry staring after
Bell.</p>
<p>"Just wondering how someone so airheaded managed a teaching position here," Harry
said, shaking his head.</p>
<p>"I like the way she teaches, though," Ginny said, "She's much better than Binns
ever was."</p>
<p>"Much better looking too – Ow! Hermione!"</p>
<p>Ron was rubbing the sore spot on his head where Hermione had hit her with her
book.</p>
<p>"What was that for?"</p>
<p>"For being a pig," Hermione snarled before digging into her food.</p>
<p>Ron rolled his eyes and stuffed two rolls in his mouth. Meanwhile, Harry smiled
wryly at Ginny who winked at him with a smirk.</p>
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<p>"Why are you being such a git?" Harry asked as he carefully measured his sheep's
milk.</p>
<p>"Excuse me?" Snape snarled. Harry finished measuring, the tip of this tongue
between his teeth and waited to respond until he had put the beaker back down.</p>
<p>"To Professor Bell, I mean," Harry said, "You're acting as if she were some
first-year Gryffindor or something."</p>
<p>"I believe that my interactions with other members of the staff are of no concern
to you," Snape said dangerously, "Now, focus."</p>
<p>"Don't be like that," Harry groaned, "No one is around to hear us anyway. I don't
get why you're being so defensive. Hold on, it says here to use a sprig of rosemary
but wouldn't the potion do better with azaleas? I'm sure it would react better to the
acid of the snake venom."</p>
<p>"Interesting argument," Snape conceded, "Go ahead and try it but be sure to wear
gloves as you do so. Also, I am not being defensive. I simply do not like her. There
are a lot of people I don't like and I don't want to be forced to interact with
them."</p>
<p>"No one is forcing you," Harry said as he rummaged through the stash of
ingredients, looking for azaleas.</p>
<p>"Then what would you call that attempt to have me show her around the castle?"
Snape huffed, "Social interactions are bad enough without them being forced on
me."</p>
<p>"A little bit of common courtesy could go a long way," Harry said as he retrieved
his prize. "And who knows, you might end up liking her."</p>
<p>"She is far too child-like and energetic for my taste," Snape snarled, his nose
scrunched up in disgust, "I've heard about her lessons. Ridiculous."</p>
<p>"Brilliant!" Harry countered, "I don't think anyone will want to drop History of
magic now. If she teaches like that all the time, we will all be history buffs in no
time."</p>
<p>"I would rather you focused on potions," Snape said, watching with interest how
Harry carefully tossed in the azalea leaves.</p>
<p>"I am!" Harry said, "And hey. You're the one who told me to keep up with my other
classes as well. Don't get all upset with me that I find them interesting."</p>
<p>Snape didn't respond. He watched intently as the potion in Harry's cauldron
bubbled gently. Hedwig flew over and landed on Harry's shoulder, hooting softly.</p>
<p>"What do you think?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Shh," Snape hushed him, "Give it some time."</p>
<p>They both watched the concoction intently. When it stopped bubbling, Harry hauled
it off the fire and bottled the brew.</p>
<p>"Hmm," Snape pondered, "I suggest that we test the potion as soon as we can. Don't
forget to write down your findings and your work. If this potion turns out to be more
potent, it might interest a lot of people."</p>
<p>"I only changed one thing." Harry argued, "It won't change the world."</p>
<p>"We can only change one thing at a time, Harry," Snape said, "The important thing
is for you to keep trying.</p>
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<p>A loud, cackling laugh pierced the night air as Greyback ripped a poor
unsuspecting muggle apart under the eerie light of the full moon. Bellatrix sat
slouched comfortably against a large oak tree, twirling her wand expertly while she
giggled, her amusement triggered by the helpless howls of Greyback's victims.</p>
<p>Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange sat with her, quietly taking in the dark scene as
it played out. They were not disturbed so to speak but they didn't share in the
crazed delight Bellatrix seemed to drown her senses in whenever she saw blood.</p>
<p>"I honestly don't understand what you see in her," Rabastan whispered to his
brother, "She's mental."</p>
<p>"Be quiet," Rodolphus said softly, throwing Rabastan a disparaging look. "She
might kill you just for saying that, you know?"</p>
<p>"My point exactly," Rabastan muttered through gritted teeth. He kicked the corpse
of the half-eaten muggle that lay before him as he waited for the feral werewolf to
finish his meal.</p>
<p>"I just don't understand why we have to stay with them," Rabastan said.</p>
<p>"You know very well why," Rodolphus hissed, "I don't know if it has escaped your
attention but for the last year, our kind has been hunted down and thrown into
Azkaban. Or worse, murdered in cold blood. I prefer my chances as they are in a
larger group instead of by myself, thank you very much."</p>
<p>"Rookwood seems to be doing fine all alone," Rabastan sighed.</p>
<p>"Well I'm sorry to say but you are simply not as clever or cunning as Rookwood,"
Rodolphus replied, "You are welcome to take your chances by yourself, brother but I
am staying with my wife and her pet wolf if it's all the same to you."</p>
<p>"What are you two blathering about?" Bellatrix' shrill voice cut through the
sultry summer air.</p>
<p>"We were just wondering about Rookwood's whereabouts, my dear," Rodolphus replied,
"No one has seen him in a while."</p>
<p>"I doubt that anyone will see him again," Bellatrix pouted, "He's always been a
cowardly little rat. Very much like Pettigrew, you know. He likes to hide and bide
his time while his stronger allies do all the dirty work."</p>
<p>"Of course, Bella," Rodolphus said trying not to unnerve his wife.</p>
<p>Bellatrix huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "What? Don't you like being
around me anymore?"</p>
<p>Rodolphus put on his winning smile and closed the distance between him and his
wife in one long stride. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to
him, his lips meeting hers in what appeared to be a wild, passionate kiss. But while
her eyes were closed, Rodolphus shot a warning look at his brother before refocusing
his attention on taming the beast.</p>
<p>"I would never want to leave your side, my love," he added for good measure.
"We're simply worried about our current status."</p>
<p>Bellatrix wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned widely as she
tapped Rodolphus' nose lightly. "I'm sorry, my pet," she whispered, "It's all because
of that traitor, Snape that we're in this mess."</p>
<p>"You are quite right, my darling," Rodolphus agreed easily, glad that the focus
wasn't on him or his brother for a change. He tried desperately to ignore the sounds
of ripping flesh and someone gurgling as they tried to breathe through their
blood-filled throat. "If it wasn't for Snape, we would all still be in the presence
of our esteemed and wonderful Lord."</p>
<p>As expected, Bellatrix fell despairingly into his arms, wailing loudly as she was
reminded of their tragic loss.</p>
<p>"There will never again be one as great as he was," Bellatrix sniffed, clinging
onto Rodolphus' robes as she sobbed. "He understood. He always understood."</p>
<p>"I know Bella," Rodolphus said lovingly. Or at least, he tried to sound loving.
Greyback howled somewhere in the distance and Rodolphus' eyes darted to his brother
who was looking around in fear, probably wondering if he would be Greyback's next
victim.</p>
<p>"I will murder them," Bellatrix suddenly said viciously.</p>
<p>"What did you say, my love?"</p>
<p>"I will murder them all!" Bellatrix screeched, "And I will start with Snape and
that Potter brat. They took my lord away. My reason for being alive! I shall take
their lives as compensation and they will suffer greatly before I do!"</p>
<p>Rodolphus had to do his very best not to roll his eyes at the deranged woman. She
had been spouting nonsense about revenge every other night. But the truth was that as
long as they were hunted by the ministry, they could hardly move about casually.
Planning any sort of attack on people who were under the protection of Hogwarts and –
by extension – Dumbledore would be nothing short of foolish. Even Bellatrix would be
able to understand that.</p>
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<p>Harry carefully watched the bubbling of the potion in his cauldron, adding the
ingredients at exactly the right intervals. He was stirring the concoction as he
wandlessly commanded his stirrer to circle in intricate patterns, holding his book
open with the hand that was not busy casting spells.</p>
<p>He barely heard Slughorn's lecture or corrections as he hovered near other
students' cauldrons. Instead, Harry focused carefully on the hiccoughing solution he
was brewing. A silly potion for being relatively difficult to brew, for sure.
Especially when one considered the fact that hiccoughing was harmless most of the
time and would pass on its own. But it was good practice.</p>
<p>In fact, Harry thought that if he tweaked the potion a bit, it might become useful
to combat heartburn.</p>
<p>"Perfect as always, Harry," Slughorn commented as he glanced into Harry's
cauldron.</p>
<p>"Thank you, sir," Harry replied politely, careful not to look away from what he
was doing. It was not as if he didn't value Slughorn's opinion but he valued Snape's
more. And he knew that brewing at this level was far beneath him at this point. And
Harry suspected that Slughorn knew it too. The old Potions master hovered for a few
seconds more while Harry revisited his heartburn idea in his mind. Something seemed
to be bothering the man but Harry paid it no attention at this point.</p>
<p>Harry put a stasis on his cauldron before hurrying off to the pantry. It was so
odd to think that rummaging through the various potion ingredients felt like second
nature by now. A couple of years ago, he would not have recognized that black lotus
that was carefully tucked away in a corner, nor would he have known what its uses
were. Harry smiled to himself as he considered how far he'd come and kept looking for
the ingredients he needed.</p>
<p>It wasn't long until he had his hands on some root of the ginger plant but it took
him a while longer to find the liquorice. He emerged victoriously and noticed that
Slughorn was looking at him. Harry thought it would be best if he actually made his
intentions known and approached the older man.</p>
<p>"Excuse me, sir," Harry said politely.</p>
<p>"What can I do for you, Harry?" Slughorn asked kindly, "Those ingredients do not
belong in the hiccoughing solution."</p>
<p>"I'm aware of that, Professor," Harry said, "But I was wondering if you would
allow me to alter the potion a bit to make it more… well… useful."</p>
<p>"That is not really the assignment, Harry," Slughorn said doubtfully, "My request
of you was a hiccoughing solution."</p>
<p>"I understand sir," Harry said, "So how about I divide the potion I've brewed so
far into two cauldrons and pick up from there?"</p>
<p>"Do you believe yourself proficient enough to work on multiple draughts at once?"
Slughorn asked, furrowing his brow.</p>
<p>Harry actually snorted at that. "I assure you that's not a problem, sir," Harry
replied respectfully, "I've done it many times before."</p>
<p>Slughorn considered Harry for a moment before his expression softened. He almost
seemed disappointed about something.</p>
<p>"Very well," he conceded, "As long as you provide me with a vial of the
hiccoughing solution at the end of class, you may proceed as you suggested. But do
not expect me to go easy on your grade simply because you took on an extra
difficulty."</p>
<p>"I wouldn't dream of it, sir," Harry said happily before hurriedly getting back to
his cauldron.</p>
<p>With a flick of his wand, he summoned a spare cauldron, belonging to the school
and set it on the fire. He carefully divided the solution in half and summoned a
second stirrer that he put to work as well. If his calculations were correct, the
making of the potion could stay the same for the most part but a few of the
ingredients needed to be substituted.</p>
<p>In the cauldron that was meant to become the hiccoughing solution, Harry carefully
added two spoonfuls of anise oil. At the same time, he added the liquorice to his new
creation. It smelled sweet and its consistency became a lot thicker. Perhaps not
entirely as envisioned.</p>
<p>With the anise oil completely absorbed, Harry added the cups of pineapple juice
accordingly, moving the stirrer in an up- and downward motion such as to absorb the
juice without allowing for too much air to be pushed out. It would still need to
bubble, after all. Harry sighed. He could make this potion with his eyes closed. He
turned down the fire somewhat to let the hiccoughing solution simmer and turned his
attention back to the second cauldron. He finely cut up the ginger root and added it
bit by bit to the solution, watching carefully as the tough roots were swallowed by
the thicker liquid.</p>
<p>It would need to boil for a while longer to soften the tough root, but that would
result in more liquid escaping and a thicker solution. So either it could be used as
some sort of syrup or he would need to add more water along the way. But that water
would not have absorbed any of the ingredients yet so that might be problematic.
Perhaps he could –</p>
<p>Oh, he had almost forgotten to add the final ingredient to the hiccoughing
solution. He grabbed the previously chopped up dill plant and scattered it into the
potion, giving it two more stirs before hauling it off the fire and leaving it to
cool. It looked positively perfect and should earn him an O easily.</p>
<p>However… Harry now stared at the second potion with a hint of defeat but also
curiosity. This wouldn't work. He bottled a sample anyway to check out later. Maybe
Snape had an idea of what went wrong.</p>
<p>"Stay after class if you will, Harry," Slughorn said and when Harry snapped his
head up to look at his professor, he found him to be looking at him kindly.</p>
<p>"Of course, Professor," Harry agreed, cleaning his working station before deciding
that his hiccoughing solution had cooled down enough to bottle as well.</p>
<p>Both Hermione and Draco shot Harry a curious glance when class was over but went
on ahead without him. It was not as if Slughorn was known as some sort of terrifying
teacher. In fact, he had been nothing but friendly in the past so there was no reason
for concern.</p>
<p>When the last student had left the room, Harry placed his potion on Slughorn's
desk and waited.</p>
<p>"Ah yes, thank you, Harry," Slughorn said, giving the potion only a momentary
glance. His eyes then searched Harry's nervously, almost as if he was some infatuated
schoolboy.</p>
<p>"Harry," he said gravely, "It has come to my attention that you have been
apprenticed to Severus."</p>
<p>"That is correct," Harry admitted carefully.</p>
<p>Slughorn sighed exasperatedly as he stood behind his chair, leaning heavily on the
slim piece of furniture.</p>
<p>After a moment's consideration, he asked: "May I ask why you haven't asked
<em>me</em> to be your master? I <em>am</em> the current Potions Master of Hogwarts,
after all. Not to mention that I'm the one who taught Severus most of what he knows.
I have far more experience and I daresay that I am most likely the more capable
brewer."</p>
<p>Harry was taken aback for a moment. Slughorn was jealous?</p>
<p>"It is clear to me that you are a very talented young man indeed," Slughorn
continued when Harry didn't answer. "At least as talented as your mother was if not
even more so. I would have very much liked to tutor you as well. Have you not even
considered me?"</p>
<p>"Professor," Harry stammered uncomfortably, "I'm not sure if you've heard but I
have been living with Professor Snape for the last couple of years. Not only that,
but he officially adopted me last Christmas. Even if you were the better potioneer –"
<em>Which you're not</em>, thought Harry, "- It was still far easier for me to be
aligned to someone who already had a connection with me. You see Professor, he knows
me better than anyone at this point and he knows how to motivate and teach me."</p>
<p>"So it was more about your personal connection than about skill?" Slughorn
questioned.</p>
<p>"That would be accurate," Harry said dryly.</p>
<p>"I suppose I can understand that," Slughorn agreed, "Especially after having so
tragically lost both of your parents."</p>
<p>Harry simply nodded. He knew what Slughorn was trying to do. He wanted to start
building some sort of rapport between the two of them but Harry really didn't feel
like opening up to Slughorn. Not that he was a bad man, per se, but Harry didn't like
how the man seemed to <em>collect</em> people.</p>
<p>"Very well, Harry," Slughorn said after a moment's respite, "Thank you for your
explanation. Just remember that if you ever need potion advice and Severus is not
around, that I can always help you out. Now run along."</p>
<p>"Yes, thank you, Professor," Harry replied before hastily leaving, hoping that he
hadn't missed too much of lunch yet.</p>
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<p>The tables in the great hall were still stacked with food and drink and not a
single student had left yet. Harry supposed that he had more time than he originally
thought. He went to sit with his friends and glanced at the high table, meeting
Snape's gaze. The man raised his eyebrows as if asking Harry where he had been but
Harry simply shrugged.</p>
<p>The man might officially be his father now, but there was no reason for Harry to
go and tell him everything that was going on as soon as it happened. He would explain
Slughorn's jealousy to him the next time they shared a pot of tea or something.</p>
<p>"What did he want?" Draco asked as he slid in the seat next to Harry. None of the
Gryffindors even seemed to care anymore that the Slytherin prince joined their table
every now and then. It had become a normal occurrence and Draco wasn't pestered about
it by either side anymore.</p>
<p>"He wanted to know why I chose Snape over him," Harry said easily.</p>
<p>Draco snorted. "Ah, the never-ending battle for
The-Boy-Who-Continues-To-Live."</p>
<p>"Honestly," Harry growled, "You would think that with Voldemort gone, people would
pay less attention to me."</p>
<p>"Less?" Ron exclaimed, his mouth filled to the brim. "You killing off the greatest
threat to the wizarding world in decades has only increased the wonder surrounding
the golden boy, you know?"</p>
<p>"Chew with your mouth closed, Ronald," Hermione chastised. "Did Slughorn
understand in the end, Harry?"</p>
<p>"I think he did," Harry shrugged.</p>
<p>Before anyone could say anything else, Peeves flew into the great hall, much to
the dismay of most of the teachers and students present. Instead of charging forward,
like he normally would, he floated near the entrance, looking over his shoulder as if
he were waiting for someone.</p>
<p>A few seconds later, a frayed and out of breath Professor Bell appeared, smiling
sheepishly when she saw everyone's gaze fall on her.</p>
<p>"Milady," Peeves said jovially as he bowed exaggeratedly, stretching his arm
across the hall.</p>
<p>"Thank you, Peeves," Bell said gratefully, "I don't know what I would have done
without you."</p>
<p>Peeves cackled loud before disappearing through a wall.</p>
<p>"Bloody hell," Ron whispered, "Did she tame Peeves?"</p>
<p>"Looks like it," Draco replied in utter amazement. "In the end, it was beauty that
tamed the beast."</p>
<p>"Stop drooling," Harry chided, "Before she hears you. And isn't it beauty that
<em>killed</em> the beast?"</p>
<p>Bell walked alongside the Gryffindor table to go and sit in her usual seat but
stopped briefly next to Hermione to whisper: "I got lost again," before she hurried
along.</p>
<p>Hermione chuckled loudly as the slightly flushed Professor Bell took her seat next
to Snape who only gave her a sideways glance before stiffly buttering his toast. Bell
tried to offer him the jam but Snape ignored her completely. Eventually, she put the
jam down next to the butter and focused on a bowl of fruit salad herself.</p>
<p>"Looks like Snape found a new victim to assert his dominance over," Ron said
flatly.</p>
<p>"Maybe he's just not used to pretty ladies sitting next to him?" Draco
offered.</p>
<p>"Oh, stop it already!" Hermione huffed, "If you like her so much, why did you skip
her class?"</p>
<p>"You really shouldn't have," Ron added, "It was brilliant."</p>
<p>"So I've heard," Draco admitted, "I'll go to the next one."</p>
<p>When Harry looked at the high table again, he saw Bell having an animated
conversation with Dumbledore while Snape sat in between them, looking awfully
disgruntled. Harry couldn't help but laugh. He really did like this woman and most
others seemed to as well. But it was so like Snape to dislike someone just for being
happy and perky.</p>
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<p>That evening, Harry found himself in the students' lab once again examining the
sludge he had created. Hedwig was eating the owl treats Harry had brought for her as
he tested the thick liquid to see if it was poisonous.</p>
<p>"What are you doing?" Came Snape's deep voice.</p>
<p>Harry jumped somewhat, slightly startled at the sudden presence of his adopted
father.</p>
<p>"Don't do that," he scolded, "prowling around like the dungeon bat you are."</p>
<p>Snape raised that typical sardonic eyebrow and smirked maliciously. "Five points
from Gryffindor for your disrespect."</p>
<p>Harry made a distracted noise as he went back to examining his failure.</p>
<p>"I will ask again," Snape said impatiently, "What are you doing?"</p>
<p>"Trying to find out if I made something that works or if I just made expensive
mud."</p>
<p>Snape snorted, "Expensive mud is the main export product of Potions Apprentices.
It's too bad nobody will buy it."</p>
<p>"I thought I was on to something," Harry said, ignoring Snape's attempt at a joke,
"But my instincts might have been off."</p>
<p>"Harry," Snape sighed, "What are we practising here?"</p>
<p>Harry looked up in confusion, twirling his sludge vial back and forth.</p>
<p>"I may call this subject an art when I try to get through to students but in
reality, it is a science. Everything needs to be carefully measured and calculated if
you want something to work. Surely, you know that?"</p>
<p>"Of course I do," Harry said grumpily, "It was a spur of the moment thing."</p>
<p>"It's fine if you want to try some things," Snape replied, "But it would be better
if you thought these things through before you put them to the test. You can get
lucky every now and then but if you do something very wrong, you might blow up."</p>
<p>"I know what ingredients not to mix, you know," Harry argued, "I might
accidentally make the potion inert but I doubt I would blow anything up." He was
getting a bit annoyed with Snape's interference.</p>
<p>"Don't presume that you know everything," Snape said sternly, "Not even I know the
full effects of every single ingredient out there, let alone their effects on each
other. You are most likely aware of the basics behind most of the ingredients found
on the premises but I highly doubt you've explored every single possible
combination."</p>
<p>Harry huffed in annoyance. "Not yet, no but I can't get there without doing
research!"</p>
<p>"Mind your tone," Snape said gruffly, "And you're right. You have to do research
but that doesn't mean randomly throwing some ingredients together and hoping that
they magically bland into what you've envisioned. Did you even calculate the proper
amounts before acting on your <em>instincts</em>?"</p>
<p>"No, sir," Harry admitted. "But I was sure I got it. It seemed like such an easy
substitution."</p>
<p>Snape's gaze softened. "It's not atypical of apprentices to believe they know the
ins and outs of the craft," he said gently, "But it would do well for you to know
your limits before you proceed. If not for your own safety, than for that of
others."</p>
<p>Harry nodded and thrust his vial in Snape's direction. "So this is –"</p>
<p>"Expensive mud," Snape replied easily. "Why don't you work out what you were
trying to do and attempt it again tomorrow? Don't give up now. I bet you're on to
something here."</p>
<p>"Okay," Harry said, putting down his notes for now. "Will you help me?"</p>
<p>"If you deem it necessary," Snape replied, "Though I would first advise you to try
by yourself."</p>
<p>Harry nodded, dropping his head on his arms as he looked at Hedwig who was
cleaning her feathers.</p>
<p>"Slughorn is jealous of you," he said.</p>
<p>Snape didn't look the least bit surprised. "<em>Professor</em> Slughorn, Harry,"
he corrected, "And let me guess. He wished that you had chosen <em>him</em> as a
master instead of me."</p>
<p>"Yup," Harry said, "Ten points to Slytherin."</p>
<p>Snape ruffled Harry's tangled hair as the young man chuckled wearily. "Stop that!"
he said, batting Snape's hand away.</p>
<p>"Scared I'll chase away the birds?" Snape asked amusedly but continued on in a
more serious tone of voice. "Did you get the feeling that Professor Slughorn might
treat you unfairly because of this?"</p>
<p>"Nah," Harry said, "He's not like that. It felt more like he's going to try to get
in my good graces."</p>
<p>"He's not a bad ally to have, you know," Snape said thoughtfully, "In the end, he
too is an accomplished master."</p>
<p>"I guess it's hard to imagine him as such," Harry admitted, "When you're used to
your Potions Master gliding through the castle like some sort of deranged dementor,
the charismatic feel of an average ageing man is severely reduced."</p>
<p>Snape sneered dangerously. "Be careful before this deranged dementor has you
gutting toads for the rest of the evening."</p>
<p>"You can't," Harry smiled contently.</p>
<p>"And do tell me why that is, you brat," Snape snarled.</p>
<p>"Because I already cut ginger root today," Harry said cleverly, "It wouldn't react
well with the frog's kidney's, sir."</p>
<p>Snape smiled broadly. "Exactly right, apprentice."</p>
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7. Chapter 7
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<p><em>Hello, dearies. I need to warn you that while from this chapter I'm heading in
the direction of Ginny/Harry, I don't like the pairing and this is not how it's going
to go. Also, since romance really isn't my prime writing style, this following
chapter will probably have the most romance in the entirety of this fic. It's simply
to make Harry's seventeen-year-old brain seem more realistic. I'm sorry for those put
off by it, but again, this is simply not how it's going to go. Trust me a bit on
this!</em></p>
<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 7</strong></p>
<p>Snape sneered maliciously as he sat alone in the staff meeting room. He resolutely
despised these gatherings and was absolutely certain that he could spend his time far
better than sitting there listening to some old fool proclaim Gryffindor greatness.
And yet, Snape found himself with no choice in the matter. However less than ideal
this situation might be, Snape was still employed to Albus Dumbledore and would,
therefore, need to do at least as much as attend regular staff meetings, however much
he loathed it. At least he had managed to avoid the onerous burden of 'Secret Santa'
every year.</p>
<p>Snape's mind snapped back to attention when Dumbledore moved on from his usual
pleasantries and the ridiculous offering of lemon drops. It was only Hogwarts' latest
addition that took one of the offered sweets. From the way Dumbledore's eyes
sparkled, one would think he had just been gifted a particularly rare novelty. One
that would do well on his desk alongside his other thingamabobs.</p>
<p>"As the first point on the agenda I would like to inform you all of the very first
apprenticeship we have had on school grounds in over a decade," Dumbledore said
happily.</p>
<p>Snape glanced around the room to see Slughorn, Poppy and McGonagall eyed him
knowingly while the rest of the staff stared curiously at Dumbledore. "It has become
apparent that Harry Potter displays quite the proficiency in potions. He has
therefore been assigned as an apprentice to our very own Severus Snape."</p>
<p>Taking in the reactions of the staff was rather amusing. Snape noted that Slughorn
seemed beyond envious but this he had already gathered from Harry's explanation.
McGonagall seemed rather pleased for some reason. Well, as Harry's head of house she
was rather close to him. She must be very aware of the current relationship between
what once were antagonists. Perhaps even more so than Dumbledore.</p>
<p>Speaking of which, he was gauging the reactions of his employees as much as Snape
was but the furious sparkle in those baby blue eyes did not diminish. In fact, they
seemed to shine with a brightness that was rare even in Dumbledore.</p>
<p>Hagrid was predictable as always. The good-natured oaf wasted no time in
congratulating Snape by patting him harshly on the back, practically knocking the
wind out of him. Snape did his best to keep up the appearance that he was unbothered
by the half-giant's manhandling and graciously accepted his congratulatory slurs.</p>
<p>Poppy simply beamed at him. She had definitely seen Snape at his worst, mentally
speaking. Snape flushed when he recalled a few moments where he had nearly broken
down over Harry's shattered body. It was a good thing that he could count on her
discretion or his reputation would be permanently destroyed.</p>
<p>Most of the others simply murmured congratulations, some more heartfelt than
others. It was clear that some of his colleagues still deemed Snape unworthy of
caring for Harry. But then again, they hadn't exactly announced their newfound
rapport to the world so that was only to be expected.</p>
<p>Maya Bell, the far too gleeful History professor with no sense of direction
whatsoever was, of course, not aware of the history Snape and Harry shared. That is
unless someone told her about all of the intricate details of the staff's
relationships be it among each other or with students.</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes as he watched the brunette approach him, her eyes darting
around the room as if to gauge everyone else's reaction first. He could see the exact
moment she decided on her own tactic when her eyes stopped seeking validation and
simply steadied to calmly meet his gaze.</p>
<p>She smiled at him warmly and Snape had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at
her. What was she even trying to achieve here?</p>
<p>"Congratulations, Severus!" she said heartily, "I know I can expect great things
from both of you in the future. And who knows –" She actually had the audacity to
wink at him. "- you might even wind up in the history books."</p>
<p>"Aren't we, already?" Snape drawled, sardonic eyebrow firmly in place.</p>
<p>"Well of course you are!" Bell replied easily, "But I meant as academics.
Inventors perhaps. I know you are already well established as a potioneer but I can't
wait to see you elevate Harry to the same heights!"</p>
<p>Snape wondered if Bell was always this energetic and whether she consumed a
regular dosage of pepper-up potion for it.</p>
<p>"Thank you," he replied sullenly, not in the least interested to continue this
conversation. He had hoped that his cold demeanour would cause the woman to flee but
she did not. Instead, she glanced around the room, clearly noticing that Snape had
chosen to sit somewhere secluded and took the empty seat next to him as he exhaled
loudly in response. Bell either didn't notice or didn't care.</p>
<p>"Excuse me, Headmaster," Slughorn then said. Snape kept his gaze steady. <em>Oh,
here it comes.</em></p>
<p>"I think it rather unwise to have a talent such as the one Harry possesses be
under the sole attention of Professor Snape. Not that I in any way disregard his
talent for the craft nor his diligence in brewing his creations but we have to keep
in mind that this is his first apprentice."</p>
<p>"I appreciate your concern, Horace," Dumbledore said kindly, "As I'm sure Severus
does as well –" Snape didn't even attempt to look appreciative at Slughorn's
meddling, "- but as I'm sure you're well aware, the contract has been signed."</p>
<p>"Yes, I gathered as much," Slughorn continued, "And I would never even dream of
taking Severus' place in the boy's life. Absolutely not. But perhaps Severus too
could use a mentor of sorts."</p>
<p>Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously.</p>
<p>"To make sure that he follows protocol and leads Harry in the right direction, I
would suggest that I am allowed to oversee their interactions, and when I deem it
necessary, intervene. If all is well, they will, of course, not encounter any sort of
intrusion on my part."</p>
<p>Dumbledore seemed to think this over, much to Snape's chagrin.</p>
<p>"Will all due respect, headmaster," Snape spoke up, "I am quite sure that I have a
handle on things. There is no need for a third party to be present."</p>
<p>"Actually Severus, I do believe there is some merit to Horace's idea," Dumbledore
said, "I'm sure Harry would be delighted with the extra set of helping hands to guide
him forward. You will, of course, remain his mentor and he, your apprentice, make no
mistake of that. But perhaps it would be wise to allow for a substitute so to speak.
For when you are indisposed or unable to discuss something with Harry for whatever
reason. How does that sound to you?"</p>
<p>It sounded very much like Dumbledore didn't leave Snape any choice in the matter.
But alright. If Slughorn wanted to play this game, Snape would happily deal him his
hand. And who knows, the old yet admittedly competent master might come in handy
sooner or later.</p>
<p>"That will be agreeable," Snape said evenly, once more ignoring the murmurs from
his colleagues.</p>
<p>When everyone settled down, Dumbledore smiled brightly and moved on.</p>
<p>"As for the second point on our agenda, I would like to inform you all that the
History lessons have been a grand success."</p>
<p>This time everyone clapped without scruples. Snape simply nodded curtly in Bell's
direction. It was the smallest sign of respect he at least felt he needed to allow
her. She smiled brightly at everyone involved.</p>
<p>"I realize that it is rather unorthodox for students to take on a class they have
previously dropped, especially for those who are in their seventh year, but I feel
that we must allow it this once," Dumbledore added. "The knowledge they attain this
way will not be wasted whether the students pass their NEWT's or not. And if they
enjoy it, I see no harm in allowing their interests to develop further."</p>
<p>Snape noticed everyone nodding in agreement as Bell sat there with a
self-satisfied smile on her face. She looked as if Christmas had just come early. Of
course, she would bask in the glory of her victory already. She hadn't even achieved
anything yet. They would see, by the end of the year if she would remain
victorious.</p>
<p>"As for the third point on our agenda, we need to urgently discuss the upcoming
courtship of the house-elves. I expect every Professor to be sympathetic to a
decrease in their services for a short period of time. As such, I would like to
emphasize…</p>
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<p>Ginny was softly stroking Hedwig's feathers while Harry was pouring over the
experimental potion he had messed up yesterday. As he was making the necessary
calculations he started seriously regretting that he had taken divination instead of
Arithmancy but he powered through nonetheless.</p>
<p>When Ginny had asked him if she could accompany him to the dungeons - empowered to
do so by the obvious ruse that she was interested in his apprenticeship and how
things were working out – Harry had happily agreed. But while her presence was quite
nice, it was a hindrance to Harry's work. In fact, he was forced to scratch out his
calculations for the third time already when he realized he messed up again.</p>
<p>The fact that their relationship status was yet to be determined did not help
quell the musings in Harry's mind that overshadowed his academic interests. Ginny was
talking softly to Hedwig as the snowy owl tilted her head in understanding. Since he
was the man in all this, wasn't he supposed to take the first steps? Not exactly a
modern idea but the wizarding world was rather archaic and Ginny was a pureblood.
Harry sighed and dropped his quill. He was getting nowhere with this.</p>
<p>"Ginny," he called out to the redhead. She turned to face him and smiled brightly,
causing a weird churning feeling in Harry's stomach.</p>
<p>"Yes?" she asked softly, halting her movement of stroking Hedwig's chest. Her eyes
darted over to Harry's mess of notes and he quickly buried them under his crossed
arms.</p>
<p>"I –er…" What was he going to say again? He had no plan whatsoever and was feeling
more nervous than he had been taking his OWL's. Wasn't that silly? He was seventeen
years old which made him of age. He had bested some of the most powerful wizards of
his time and numerous other dangers that had been flung his way. In fact, he had
saved Ginny's life at some point during his never-ending ordeals so where was his
courage now? Had he used the last of it when he was fighting Malfoy?</p>
<p>Oh no, she was staring at him, her brown eyes shimmering with curiosity and dare
he name it hope?</p>
<p>Mentally slapping himself, Harry steeled his resolve and stood from his seat,
stepping close to Ginny. Her eyes never left his but the closer he got, the more
flushed her face became. It was nothing short of adorable.</p>
<p>"We should probably talk about what's been going on between us," Harry said, not
sure how he had managed to speak that entire sentence without allowing his voice to
tremble. He was glad for it. It would make him appear strong and confident.</p>
<p>Ginny simply responded with a shy nod that was anything but helpful to Harry's
difficult task. He cleared his throat and continued.</p>
<p>"The truth is, Ginny," he said softly, "that I like you. I mean, <em>really</em>
like you. And I suppose I'm wondering if you –"</p>
<p>Harry wasn't even able to finish his sentence when Ginny lunged forward without
warning and flung her arms around Harry's neck with such intensity that he was forced
to take a few steps back until he was backed up against his desk. She kissed him
passionately and rather hungrily as her lithe form pressed against him. Gingerly,
Harry returned the embrace as well as the kiss, all the while thinking about how
lucky he was.</p>
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<p>When Harry and Ginny joined Ron and Hermione at dinner that evening, they looked
sort of dishevelled but luckily, Ron didn't notice. He was far too busy explaining to
Hermione why he deemed the 'Starfish and Stick' one of the more useful moves for a
keeper to learn. Hermione was doing her best to seem interested but was failing.</p>
<p>"Hi guys," she greeted happily at the pair's arrival, obviously glad for the
distraction from the Quidditch talk. She did a double-take before narrowing her eyes
at Harry but said nothing.</p>
<p>Harry – who felt strangely put in the spotlight – tried straightening out his
robes as he searched for a change of topic.</p>
<p>"So Ron, heard anything from Fred and George yet?" he asked.</p>
<p>Ron snorted. "Hardly," he said, "Bill sent a letter to mum practically begging her
to come and get the twins away from him for some reason but mum insists that they're
of age and don't need her to tell them what to do anymore. Not that they've done a
bang-up job listening to her in the past, of course."</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "Why does he want them gone?"</p>
<p>"Because they've been there for ages, I suppose," Ron said, shrugging, "And now he
can't get rid of them. They must really like Egypt."</p>
<p>"Yeah, that must be it," Harry agreed, "But I hope they come back soon. Their joke
products might run out if they don't."</p>
<p>"Not yet," Ron said, "They already set up and pre-paid a long term delivery.
Almost as if they've anticipated staying away for a while, now that I think about
it."</p>
<p>"Well, they're nothing if not crafty," Harry replied, "I'm sure they've thought of
all scenarios before leaving their shop behind."</p>
<p>"Honestly, I think they're going to come home with an amazing new prank," Ron said
as he bit off a huge chunk of the steak he pierced with his fork. Hermione scrunched
up her nose in disgust but chose to roll her eyes instead of berating her
boyfriend.</p>
<p>"Hey guys," Draco interrupted as usual. He went to take a seat when he froze and
allowed his gaze to drift over Harry and Ginny. Ginny met his stare defiantly but
Harry squirmed somewhat in his seat. He became even more uncomfortable when a devious
grin spread across Draco's face.</p>
<p>He altered his course ever so slightly to worm his way in between Harry and Ginny,
draping an arm around both of them.</p>
<p>"It's about time, you two," he said happily. Ginny shoved him away, causing him to
almost land into Harry's lap, sniggering all the while.</p>
<p>"What are you talking about?" Ron frowned, "About time for what?"</p>
<p>"Isn't it obvious?" Draco exclaimed, easily straightening Harry's tie, "These two
snogged."</p>
<p>"What? No way," Ron said dismissively, "What are you on, Draco? And can I have
some?"</p>
<p>"Fine," Draco said, grabbing a clean plate and filling it up, "Don't believe me.
And while you're at it, you can ignore that tell-tale blush on both of their faces as
well."</p>
<p>"Harry, tell him he's full of it," Ron chuckled. His smile faltered somewhat when
Harry stared decisively at the chicken filet on his plate. "Ginny?"</p>
<p>"And what of it?" Ginny said casually, "I'm sixteen years old, you know. I have
needs, the same as you."</p>
<p>"No you don't," Ron said, "You're my baby sister. All you need is Quidditch and
hanging out with your friends."</p>
<p>Ginny huffed as she got up from her seat, walked over to Harry so Draco wouldn't
physically be blocking him, grabbed him forcibly by the necktie and planted a
passionate kiss right then and there on the unsuspecting boy's lips. Several of the
surrounding students cheered and whistled. Not that Harry minded. Oh, he didn't mind
in the least.</p>
<p>"I'm not a child anymore, Ron," Ginny told her brother as he stammered
incoherently, "I'm a woman and want to be treated as such. And if I may say so, I
advise you do the same to Hermione before she runs off and finds a man who is more
than willing to. Pass me the butter, Harry."</p>
<p>Ginny casually buttered a nice warm roll, resolutely ignoring the stunned faces of
the golden trio and the self-satisfied grin on Draco's. Harry could only admire her
straightforwardness and aloof mannerism at this point. He himself felt an odd
combination of mortification and gratification. The mortification only won out when
Harry remembered that Snape was probably sitting at the high table and had no doubt
seen it all.</p>
<p>As if in slow motion, Harry gazed up at the spot Snape usually sat at and was met
with obsidian eyes that were accompanied by a much too cheerful smirk. And then that
sarcastic git raised his glass in salute and winked. Harry groaned, wishing that the
ground could swallow him whole right then and there.</p>
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<p>Harry was glad that Snape didn't really seem to want to have a conversation about
his newfound relationship. Other than the occasional snarky comment, he made no fuss
or anything for which Harry was grateful.</p>
<p>What he was less grateful about was Slughorn's interference. But when it seemed
that Snape was not at all concerned about it, Harry relaxed as well.</p>
<p>"As I've mentioned before, he's a useful ally to have," Snape had reminded Harry,
"and he might be able to help you when I'm otherwise engaged."</p>
<p>What that had meant, Harry had no clue but it wasn't farfetched to think that
Snape had various side projects he wanted to make progress on, like the one he had
used the Weasley twins for.</p>
<p>It was a few weeks later when Harry received his latest issue of 'The Practical
Potioneer' which was sent out mainly because of the position of Mars and the effect
that would have if you started brewing '<em>Ares' draught'</em> within the next
couple of days. Hermione had explained to Harry that while the magazine seemed to be
distributing at random, the latest edition always had something to do with the lunar
cycle or that of the other celestial bodies.</p>
<p>Happy to have something other to read about than the various attacks on innocent
muggles and muggle-borns, Harry started thumbing through the magazine while Hermione
did the same. Their respective partners shared an exasperated look before beginning a
discussion on quidditch.</p>
<p>"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "You've been published!"</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "That can't be," he said easily, "I haven't actually done anything
yet and I promise you that I didn't send anything in."</p>
<p>"Yes, because I'm sure that there are multiple apprentices to Professor Snape out
there that go by the name of Harry James Potter," Hermione replied sardonically,
"Skip to page eight and see for yourself."</p>
<p>Harry did what Hermione said and was perplexed to find about half a page dedicated
to one of his recent discoveries which he had forgotten all about.</p>
<p>'<em>On the increased potency of the antivenom potion'</em></p>
<p><em>While a rare occurrence, it does happen every now and then that an apprentice
shakes awake the community with a simple yet important discovery.</em></p>
<p><em>Esteemed Master Severus Snape reported to us that his apprentice Harry James
Potter offered to exchange the sprig of rosemary for azalea leaves. Risky and
unnecessary you say? Many would agree but under the watchful eye of his Master,
apprentice Potter took that risk and therefore elevated the potion to new levels of
potency.</em></p>
<p><em>As always, we recreated the potion to test the theorem ourselves and after
multiple tests, we can conclude that this discovery is indeed viable. Therefore we
urge everyone to take note and adjust their recipes accordingly.</em></p>
<p><em>Why an apprentice was found to have such a profound understanding of potions
and, more importantly, their ingredients can only be traced back to the Master
himself. Severus Snape – of whom you'll find more information on page 14. – has
graciously taken Harry Potter under his wing which allowed the pair of them to best
you-know-who.</em></p>
<p><em>It goes without saying that we will be expecting great things from this future
potioneer and can only hope that his prowess will match his Master's.</em></p>
<p>"Wow Harry," Hermione breathed, "This is amazing! I'm so jealous of you."</p>
<p>"I'm not even sure how they know," Harry frowned.</p>
<p>"Oh, isn't it obvious?" Hermione said excitedly, "Professor Snape informed them.
Look, it's right here at the bottom."</p>
<p>Harry glared at the finely printed text, '<em>Supervised and collected by highly
esteemed Potions Master Severus Snape and derived by his Apprentice Harry James
Potter'</em>.</p>
<p>"I'm not sure I like this," Harry growled, "Yet another reason to be in the
spotlight."</p>
<p>"I think it's brilliant," Hermione said, "You're good enough to get published
already."</p>
<p>"Yeah, that's amazing!" Ginny interjected as she grabbed the magazine from Harry.
"Wow, my boyfriend must be really smart." She winked at Harry when Ron groaned. "I'm
proud of you," she then added earnestly, kissing him softly as if in reward to his
achievement.</p>
<p>"What does it say about Snape though?" Ginny then asked, flipping the pages
accordingly.</p>
<p>'<em>On the brilliance of Master Severus Snape'</em></p>
<p><em>It is easy to become complacent once you've attained the status of Master but
Severus Snape has never fallen for that particular trap. With talk of his already
famous apprentice Harry James Potter, it might be easy to lose sight of the Master
behind the student but we will remind you exactly why you shouldn't.</em></p>
<p><em>Severus Snape is not only the youngest Potions Master in over a century, he
has also made leeway on a lot of important potions of our time. Not only has he
improved tremendously on the 'Wolfsbane Potion' – which though originally created by
Damocles Belby left much to be desired – he also shared some astounding research on
the staff of Caduceus and invented the Ares' draught which is featured on page
3.</em></p>
<p><em>When we take a look at his creative process …</em></p>
<p>The article went on and on about the various potions Snape had created and
improved upon. Testimonies from other Masters who grudgingly admitted to Snape having
a hand in the success of their own creation and even some prizes he won such as the
golden chalice which he apparently received thrice.</p>
<p>"Wow, Snape is more impressive than I thought," Ron finally added to the
conversation. He had been reading Hermione's magazine over her shoulder. "Or are they
embellishing?"</p>
<p>"I somehow doubt that," Hermione said, "This is a very respectable magazine. It's
not like the daily prophet, you know."</p>
<p>"They didn't even mention the limerick potion," Ron snorted, "Who knows how many
unregistered potions he created to punish people."</p>
<p>Hermione sighed, "You got what you deserved, you know."</p>
<p>"And it was hilarious too!" Ginny interjected, "I hope you step out of line at his
home again."</p>
<p>"Never again!" Ron said, "I will be on my best behaviour at his house from now
on."</p>
<p>Harry glanced at Snape who was reading the same magazine they were with a look of
mild interest and couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have such a respected
Master to guide him. He knew Snape was good, but he had never truly known just how
accomplished and well-respected he was in the community.</p>
<p>And at once, he was overcome with a sense of pride. Not for himself, but for the
dour man currently sitting at the high table, raising a sardonic eyebrow when he
caught Harry staring.</p>
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<p><em>And there you all go. I hope you liked the chapter and I wonder what you all
would like to see next.</em></p>
<p><em>Please review! It pleases me so.</em></p>
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8. Chapter 8
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<p><em>This chapter is quite important and will finally get the ball rolling some
more. I know that many of you have been waiting for some more discord and angst and
such and this is the prelude to some of that awesome drama.</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 8</strong></p>
<p>It was nearly two whole weeks later when Harry deemed his theorem worthy of
inspection. As instructed, it had opened with a hypothesis of his idea.</p>
<p>"… <em>I have encountered death and its following misery more times than I can
count, not only in my own life but in that of others as well. The wounds of war are
far more than just physical and the wizarding world is only starting to develop an
understanding of what that entails just now. I wish to help people who have been
unable to move on after losing a loved one and believe that communicating with the
person they lost might benefit them greatly. I know that it would help me.</em></p>
<p>He explained how he wanted to achieve this result. He had done the math as best he
could. He had listed all ingredients as well as their counters should they be
necessary and he created the chemical formula that went with the recipe. Harry felt
that he was ready to start brewing the potion. After all, it could not improve
without the much needed practical trial and error.</p>
<p>So he had finished the theorem with the conclusion that if all went well, the end
result would be to communicate with the souls of the departed through the typical
senses of sound and sight but also through touch and even smell. After all, had he
himself not always longed to be hugged by his mother?</p>
<p>Harry contemplated if he should wait for Snape to come to meet him in the lab but
since they hadn't actually agreed to meet, he decided to just go to Snape's private
quarters and present him with his work. So he made the very short trip, and politely
knocked on the door, his hands trembling with anticipation.</p>
<p>"Enter," Came Snape's usual response. Harry opened the door and looked at Snape
who was reading the Daily Prophet with an almost bored expression on his face.</p>
<p>"What can I do for you, Harry?" he asked without even looking up.</p>
<p>"I think I've finished my theorem," Harry said, feeling somewhat giddy, "And I was
wondering if you'd be willing to look it over to approve me for the practical
follow-up."</p>
<p>A small smile graced Snape's features for the better part of a second before he
put down the newspaper and held out his hand.</p>
<p>"I could do with some more interesting reading," he sighed, "It would seem as if
the writers for The Daily Prophet are becoming less and less competent. Go on and
hand it over."</p>
<p>Harry thrust the sheets of parchment forward with a bit more force than was
necessary causing him to lose the last few pages that weren't held firmly in
place.</p>
<p>"Sorry," Harry mumbled as he ducked and clumsily picked up the pages from where
they landed. He handed them over to Snape who added them to the back of the theorem,
shaking his head in mild amusement.</p>
<p>"There's no need to be so nervous," he said in a calm voice, "I am here to assist
and guide you, not to shoot your ideas down."</p>
<p>Harry relaxed somewhat and waited with his hands clasped behind his back.</p>
<p>Snape sighed heavily. "Take a seat and keep yourself occupied, Harry," he ordered,
"Judging by the length of this, I will be reading for a long while. And I will not
have you staring at me while I do so."</p>
<p>"Of course, sir," Harry agreed. He grabbed one of Snape's potions books – one
Harry had already read several times – and curled up in the chair next to the
fireplace.</p>
<p>Snape chuckled and started reading, expertly ignoring the glances Harry chanced
every now and then.</p>
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<p>It quite literally took hours for Snape to get through Harry's theorem. His face
had not once betrayed his thoughts and it was driving Harry mad. He had finished with
the book some time ago and was quickly overcome with boredom. And yes, that was a
welcome change from the anxiety he had been feeling for those first thirty minutes
Snape had been reading but he wanted to get this over with already.</p>
<p>In his mind, he went over his idea several times, hoping that Snape would not find
too many faults with it and allow Harry to further his studies. He had been working
on the theory for months now, after all, and was just itching to start throwing those
ingredients together and see a result. As a manner of speaking, of course. He would
never haphazardly throw ingredients together. Not anymore, at least.</p>
<p>Finally, Snape cleared his throat and Harry looked up from the spot on the table
he had been staring at vacantly, meeting Snape's cold, calculated expression.</p>
<p>"First of all, I would like to impress upon you the importance of the presentation
of your theorem," Snape spoke.</p>
<p>Harry frowned, not interested in such things at all but waited and listened
politely.</p>
<p>"I see that you have utilized the standard parchment that is commonly used in this
school," Snape pointed out. "While fine for common homework and notes, your theorem –
especially that of a Magnum Opus – should always be produced on decent parchment. In
fact, having grown up in a muggle household, I am certain that you're aware of the
existence of paper. While the wizarding world is generally behind when it comes to
appreciating the inventions of the common muggle, when it comes to important tasks
such as these, we make grateful use of their craftiness."</p>
<p>Harry had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. Instead, he calmly said: "Use
paper, not parchment. Understood."</p>
<p>Snape smirked at him but didn't comment.</p>
<p>"Furthermore, the terminology you used is far too complicated," Snape continued,
"If it were for my eyes only, that would be fine but you need to remember that when
you publish a theorem, more people than potioneers will read it. A master in
herbology, for instance, might take great interest and in your case, I might even
suggest that a seer might deem this a compelling read. Therefore, you have to make
this easier to understand."</p>
<p>"Dumb it down," Harry snorted, "got it."</p>
<p>"Watch the cheek, brat," Snape chided lightly this time. He sighed and
continued.</p>
<p>"You must remember that this is a scientific text. Therefore, you should avoid
using opinions and emotional sentences above all else. Otherwise, you come across as
biased from the start and will not be taken seriously."</p>
<p>Harry nodded in understanding, still waiting anxiously for any comment about the
contents of the theorem rather than the surrounding technicalities.</p>
<p>"I've noticed that your arithmetic skills leave much to be desired," Snape droned
on relentlessly, "I've encountered three major errors that would leave your potion
inert at best and cause mass destruction at worst. Furthermore, you didn't specify
the thickness or the type of cauldron one should use for this potion nor the material
of the accompanying stirrer. You added the use of a spell in the potion but didn't
specify how the spell works or how one goes about casting it. Especially since you're
using a spell that is not well known, it is of crucial importance that you do
so."</p>
<p>Harry's confidence had been decreasing more and more over the course of Snape's
carefully structured criticism and by the end, he didn't have much hope left. Yet he
still dared to ask.</p>
<p>"Could I start brewing it while I rework the theory? As soon as I've worked out
the math properly, of course."</p>
<p>Snape regarded Harry carefully, making the boy feel like some sort of rare and
valuable potion ingredient. A flicker of sadness marred the stoic appearance Snape
was trying to convey, if only for a second before he spoke again.</p>
<p>"Out of the question," Snape said, "In fact, I believe that this potion should
never be attempted, even when the theorem is perfected. It is dangerous not to
mention quite dark. Even when you manage to brew it, I can only imagine the
devastating effects this will have on the drinker's psyche. I cannot condone this."
Snape sighed deeply. "I suggest you start from scratch and come up with something
less… controversial."</p>
<p>"How can you say that?" Harry bellowed, his temper quickly taking hold of him,
"I've been working on this for months! It's not dark. It's supposed to help
people!"</p>
<p>"Harry –"</p>
<p>"No!" Harry interrupted, "You're supposed to be so great. You could probably think
of something to help me realize this. I know you could! But of course, you don't! Why
would you when you obviously can't even face my mother!"</p>
<p>Harry grabbed his theorem and stormed out of the door, leaving a befuddled Snape
behind. He regretted what he said immediately but was too upset to go back and
apologize. He had put so much time and work in this! And it took Snape only a couple
of hours to decide that he was inadequate and not allowed to brew his creation.</p>
<p>Upset, he ran all the way to the Gryffindor tower and stormed into the common room
where Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sat.</p>
<p>"Harry," Ginny said, getting up as soon as she saw how upset Harry was. "Are you
okay?"</p>
<p>"No," Harry snapped, "Snape says I can't make my potion!"</p>
<p>"Oh Harry," Hermione said soothingly, "I'm sure he'll allow it once you polish the
theory just a bit more."</p>
<p>Harry laughed bitterly. "Oh no," he said, "Snape was very clear. I can't brew it.
Not now, not ever. Months of research, out the window!"</p>
<p>Angrily, he slammed the parchment onto the table and sat down with a frustrated
sigh.</p>
<p>"Well, what did he say?" Ron asked, unsure of what he could contribute to a highly
academic problem.</p>
<p>"He said it's dangerous and dark," Harry said flatly, "And that there was no way
to drink this safely."</p>
<p>The three Gryffindors shared a look and Harry narrowed his eyes.</p>
<p>"What?" he growled.</p>
<p>"Well," Ginny started, "It's just that Snape is a well-respected Potions Master.
He probably knows what he's talking about."</p>
<p>"How can you say that?" Harry asked, angrily getting to his feet again, "You're
supposed to be on my side."</p>
<p>"We are!" Ginny countered, "And so is Snape. We just don't want you to get
hurt."</p>
<p>For a second, Harry felt his chest tighten with a twinge of guilt when he
remembered what he had said – well more like yelled – to Snape before storming out.
It was cruel, especially when Snape was indeed just looking out for him. But then his
disappointment came washing back over him and swept his guilt away like the ocean
would footprints in the sand.</p>
<p>"Fine," he scowled, turning his back on the three traitors. "I can see how it
is."</p>
<p>"Harry –" Ginny started, reaching out to him.</p>
<p>"Don't," Harry spat at her, "I need to be alone for a while."</p>
<p>And with this theorem under his arm, he left the Gryffindor tower once more,
swiftly losing hope of being treated fairly. But perhaps, there was one more person
that could help Snape see the light. Steeling his resolve once more, Harry headed
towards Dumbledore's office.</p>
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<p>Harry was about ready to blast that gargoyle to pieces when it refused to allow
him entrance for the umpteenth time. Harry had named every sweet he had ever
encountered, be it muggle or wizard and the blasted thing still wouldn't open.</p>
<p>Just when Harry was on the verge of pulling out his hair, the gargoyle finally
moved, revealing Dumbledore waiting at the top of the stairs.</p>
<p>"Come on up, my boy," he said loudly, "It would not do for you to blast the
hallway to pieces."</p>
<p>Harry mumbled something under his breath about ancient headmasters but made his
way up anyway. When he entered Dumbledore's office, he was surprised to find Slughorn
seated there already. The man greeted him warmly and Harry reciprocated politely.</p>
<p>"The password is simply 'milky way'," Dumbledore informed Harry, "But I asked
Archibald not to allow anyone entrance while I am up here with Horace. Of course, I
didn't account for one very upset potioneer in training to grace me with his
presence."</p>
<p>"Archibald?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"The gargoyle, Harry," Dumbledore chuckled, "Have a lemon drop."</p>
<p>"No thank you, sir," Harry said dryly.</p>
<p>"Very well," Dumbledore conceded, "Now how may I help you?"</p>
<p>Harry glanced over at Slughorn, not sure if he should speak with the man present
but Dumbledore waved his concerns aside.</p>
<p>"If this is about anything to do with your apprenticeship, I assure you that
Horace is more than capable to enlighten you with his insights. Two heads are better
than one, as I always say."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. Maybe Slughorn would be on his side and would be able to come up
with a way to help Harry, even if Snape couldn't or wouldn't.</p>
<p>"He won't allow me to brew my potion," Harry explained, placing his theorem on
Dumbledore's desk. Slughorn took it immediately and started leafing through it but
Dumbledore simply steepled his fingers and smiled warmly as he listened to Harry.</p>
<p>"I've been working on this for months," Harry repeated for the third time that
day, "And now Snape won't even allow me to go forward with this. I mean, I know there
are some errors in there and I mean full well to correct them but I really don't
think this will be as dangerous as he makes it out to be.</p>
<p>"Do you feel that Professor Snape is treating you unfairly?" Dumbledore asked.</p>
<p>Harry sighed in frustration. "No," he said, "Not on purpose anyway but I think
that he lets his personal feelings get in the way."</p>
<p>"Harry, this is brilliant!" Slughorn exclaimed after a short while as he thumbed
through the list of ingredients and regarded the formula carefully. "There might be
some consistency errors here and there but you could really make this work. This
could very well be the discovery of the century!"</p>
<p>Harry felt his disappointment and anger diminish somewhat while Slughorn gushed
over his theorem. At least there was someone who saw its potential.</p>
<p>"Horace," Dumbledore said gently, "Would you kindly leave Harry and I alone to
talk for a while? We shall revisit our own discussion at a later date."</p>
<p>"Are you sure, headmaster?" Slughorn asked, "I'm sure I could be of value if
–"</p>
<p>But Dumbledore held up a calm hand, stopping every objection Slughorn could have.
When Dumbledore regarded you with the look in his eye that he had now, you knew that
you should make yourself scarce. And so Slughorn fled Dumbledore's office but not
without squeezing Harry's shoulder reassuringly as he left.</p>
<p>"Harry," Dumbledore said warmly, the sparkle in his eyes already back at full
force. "You and I have faced each other many times in the past. Be it in this office,
the hospital ward or anywhere else. But it has occurred to me that we have never had
a professional conversation before. Before anything else, I want you to know how
pleased I am to know that there is now room in your life for these sorts of problems.
Your life is no longer focused solely on the destruction of Voldemort and so we can
move on to more pleasant conversation."</p>
<p>Dumbledore sighed solemnly as he glanced over Harry's theorem and Fawkes thrilled
sadly in accordance.</p>
<p>"And yet it would appear that Voldemort still influences your life somewhat,"
Dumbledore continued, "If only through the absence of the people you deserve to have
here for you."</p>
<p>"He doesn't run my life, sir," Harry objected quietly, "These choices are my
own."</p>
<p>"There is no shame in being shaped by the life you've lived, Harry," Dumbledore
said, "Even if there was a great deal of sadness in yours. I hope you don't
misunderstand me. Voldemort is in no way dictating your actions from this life or the
next, but our experiences shape us. And yours have shaped a longing for what might
have been. I am sad to admit that I too am sometimes plagued by such notions."</p>
<p>"Which is why I want to brew this potion," Harry said earnestly.</p>
<p>"Allow me to give you some grandfatherly advice," Dumbledore said as he laid out
the pieces of parchment next to one another as if he was making an overcomplicated
puzzle.</p>
<p>"Your journey into attaining this mastery has only scarcely begun. And you will
encounter many pitfalls along the way. It is only natural that you require direction
to follow this path correctly but when I look at your theorem I sense that this is
something you still lack, as do any young pioneers such as yourself. You don't lack
knowledge. Of that, I can see the proof right here. But you have to gain that sense
of direction to even begin going anywhere."</p>
<p>"Because Harry," Dumbledore added with a knowing look in his eyes. "It is not the
destination that matters, it's the journey that takes us there."</p>
<p>Feeling somewhat deflated, Harry leaned back into his chair, actually grabbing a
lemon drop.</p>
<p>"So I suppose that you think Snape is right?"</p>
<p>"<em>Professor</em> Snape, Harry," Dumbledore chided lightly, "And you would do
well to remember that he is your mentor and far more knowledgeable than you are at
this stage."</p>
<p>Harry sighed in defeat.</p>
<p>"Having said that, I don't agree that you should simply discard your entire
project and start anew."</p>
<p>Harry's green eyes filled with hope. "Do you mean that I could still make this
work?"</p>
<p>"I certainly believe so, Harry," Dumbledore said, "For now, you should probably
leave your project to simmer. There is no shame in that, you know? I have projects
going on that I have let simmer for decades simply to give myself some time to think
it over."</p>
<p>Dumbledore chuckled at the horrified look Harry gave him.</p>
<p>"Not that I had that in mind for you, my boy," he assured him, "But I do think you
should put a halt to this potion until you've mastered Occlumency."</p>
<p>Harry actually snorted at that. "Professor?" he asked, "I feel like that's neither
here nor there."</p>
<p>Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "Trust me on this, Harry," he said gently, "And tell
Severus what I said. I'm sure he will adjust his opinion accordingly."</p>
<p>"Alright," Harry said doubtfully as he took his cue to leave, forgetting to take
this theorem with him.</p>
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<p>Harry felt slightly better after the conversation with Dumbledore but was not
looking forward to facing Snape just yet. He had said something admittedly horrible
to the Potions Master, even though the man was obviously only trying to help. Sure,
he hadn't needed to be so dramatic about it but Harry's reaction was still over the
top.</p>
<p>In fact, it was reactions like that, that had made it so bloody difficult for
Harry to master Occlumency. He was fine as long as he wasn't emotional but those
times were rare indeed. It was a good thing he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin way
back when. He wouldn't have lasted a week surrounded by the cool and collected
personas of Snape's house.</p>
<p>Harry walked all the way back to the dungeons, passing Professor Bell on his way
to Snape's personal quarters. He stopped for a moment to help her out.</p>
<p>"Are you lost again, Professor?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Oh Harry, thank Goodness," Bell said, "Good to see you. I'm afraid that I can't
find the staircase to the second floor."</p>
<p>"You wouldn't down here, Professor," Harry said, "We're in the dungeons. You need
to go all the way back until you see the doors to the great hall and take a
right."</p>
<p>"That sounds easy enough," Bell said, smiling thankfully. "But where are you
going?"</p>
<p>"To see Professor Snape," Harry sighed with a somewhat haunted look in his eyes.
Bell frowned slightly at that. "Anyway, good luck, Professor!" Harry exclaimed before
turning the corner that led to Snape's personal quarters.</p>
<p>He was about to knock on the door when he heard loud voices come from within.</p>
<p>"I can't believe you would keep Harry from personal growth, Severus!" Came the
unmistakable voice of Slughorn. "This potion is nothing short of genius."</p>
<p>"I will not endanger his life and mind for the completion of a potion, no matter
how brilliant it might be," Snape countered strongly.</p>
<p>"Sometimes you need to take chances to improve yourself," Slughorn said.</p>
<p>"Not at this stage," Snape growled, "Not when he's still learning to find his own
way."</p>
<p>Then Slughorn said something indiscernible to which Snape replied; "Above anything
else, he's still my son."</p>
<p>Harry swallowed thickly and knocked on the door, tired of eavesdropping. It took a
few seconds longer than normal for Snape to beckon him to come in and when he did,
Harry opened the door slowly and doubtfully.</p>
<p>"Come in, Harry," Snape sighed when the boy kept dawdling at the door, "Professor
Slughorn was just leaving."</p>
<p>Slughorn made a noise in the back of his throat and glared at Snape who was
completely undeterred by the shorter man's gaze. He then turned to Harry and sighed
solemnly.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry Harry," he said, "I tried."</p>
<p>And he left as Harry stood there somewhat awkwardly.</p>
<p>"Looks like I'm not the only one with a sense of the melodramatic today," he said
painfully as he shuffled his feet.</p>
<p>Snape regarded him before turning to face the fire.</p>
<p>"Sit down, Harry," he said curtly. Harry was glad to find no anger or resentment
in Snape's voice. The poorly disguised hurt on his face cut Harry deeply, though.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Harry blurted out as he hastily sat down in accordance with Snape's
command. "I shouldn't have said what I said."</p>
<p>"No, you shouldn't have," Snape said softly. He had his hands clasped behind his
back as he gazed into the flames. Anxiously, Harry licked his lips, his hands playing
with a stray thread of his cloak.</p>
<p>"I was upset," Harry said, "But it was still wrong of me. I really <em>am</em>
sorry."</p>
<p>This time Snape faced Harry and found the boy sitting there, resigned to his fate.
He sighed softly.</p>
<p>"I forgive you, Harry," he said, "Though I do not condone your behaviour in the
least. I will have you know that many accomplished masters have started projects that
months or sometimes even years later proved to be useless or simply too dangerous to
ever use or even brew. This <em>will</em> happen again."</p>
<p>"I understand sir," Harry acknowledged.</p>
<p>There was a moment of silence in which Snape regarded Harry carefully.</p>
<p>"I realize you visited with the headmaster," Snape then said softly, "And
Professor Slughorn as well. Did you hope that they would overturn my decision?"</p>
<p>"Well, yes and no," Harry admitted honestly, "I didn't expect to find Slughorn
there but Dumbledore didn't send him away. I never meant to include him. I did hope
that Dumbledore might talk to you and have you come up with a solution."</p>
<p>Snape sneered, "And how did that work out for you?"</p>
<p>"Well –" Harry started, not sure how Snape would take this mad suggestion.</p>
<p>"Out with it," Snape snarled, crossing his arms tightly.</p>
<p>"He suggested that I master occlumency."</p>
<p>For a moment, Snape's face was frozen in a mask of disbelief and Harry wondered
idly if he should floo the hospital wing. But then, the Potions Master shook his head
incredulously, smiling as he did so.</p>
<p>"That brilliant old man," he muttered, seemingly forgetting that Harry was still
in the room. "Occlumency, of course! It is that simple."</p>
<p>He started pacing in front of the fireplace. Harry had to tuck in his legs, afraid
that Snape would trip over them if he didn't.</p>
<p>"It's rather genius, really," Snape continued muttering, "If one could lock down
their mind while still allowing for – but that would also mean that –"</p>
<p>"Professor?" Harry interrupted.</p>
<p>Snape stopped his pacing and looked at his charge with interest and excitement in
his eyes.</p>
<p>"Harry," he said solemnly, "It appears that this time, you truly <em>will</em>
need to master occlumency."</p>
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<p><em>I know what you're thinking! Damn, MS. Occlumency again? I thought you
abandoned that idea altogether? But no sirree, here it is! Back for more. How do you
all expect this to go? I hope you'll look forward to what comes next. And please,
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 9</strong></p>
<p>As Harry was gathering his things to get ready for his first Occlumency lesson in
a long time, Ginny stopped him.</p>
<p>"Hold up, you're going to practice with Snape again?" Ginny asked. The annoyance
lacing her voice was evident enough for Harry to raise his eyes skyward in
frustration.</p>
<p>"You know that I'm working hard," Harry countered, "You know what I'm trying to
achieve here. Being an apprentice is no joke and if I want to be able to brew my
potion, I need to step up."</p>
<p>"But you're already gone for most of the day," Ginny argued, "Even in the
weekends, you're always busy. You rarely even come to Hogsmeade anymore and when you
do, you shop in the apothecary for over an hour."</p>
<p>"That's because their assortment isn't always the same," Harry sighed, trying his
best to make his girlfriend understand, "So at times, I need to check their inventory
again."</p>
<p>"Do you even know how to have fun anymore?" Ginny asked, crossing her arms
tightly.</p>
<p>Harry sighed and brushed a stray lock of Ginny's hair out of her face, cupping her
cheek tenderly as he did so. "I don't mean to make you feel this way," he said
softly, "But I'll make it up to you. Meet me in the common room later, okay? Once I'm
back from my Occlumency lesson."</p>
<p>Ginny smiled and placed a hand over the one that still rested on her cheek.
"Sounds good to me," she said, "but make sure to be there. I won't be responsible for
my actions if you're not."</p>
<p>"I'll be there," Harry said solemnly, "I'll miss you."</p>
<p>"Yeah well don't miss me too much," Ginny said, "Or Snape might see some memories
about you and me and I won't have that!" She winked flirtatiously and spun on her
heel, her red hair swishing as she went.</p>
<p>Harry just shook his head and quietly made his way down to the dungeons. He could
understand that Ginny was unhappy about him spending all this time on his studies but
he also felt like she should understand that he was passionate about this.</p>
<p>By the time he arrived at the door of Snape's private quarters, his mind was
completely befuddled by the mysteries of the female mind. He shook it off and
knocked.</p>
<p>"Come in," Snape called.</p>
<p>When Harry walked in he noticed that Snape had pushed all of the furniture aside,
leaving a nice and open area to practice Occlumency in. What he also noticed were a
few bottles of a potion he didn't recognise. And since Harry was certain that he
would be able to recognise most known potions by now, this did not bode well for
him.</p>
<p>"You realize the door is attuned to <em>your</em> magic as well, don't you?" Snape
asked as he took one of the vials, "You don't need to knock every time. Especially
when I'm already expecting you."</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "It just seems like the polite thing to do, really."</p>
<p>Snape just motioned for Harry to sit by pointing to a spot on the floor. Harry
complied easily.</p>
<p>"As you are well aware, we will be revisiting your Occlumency training," Snape
explained. "We left off at a rather difficult stage in your training too."</p>
<p>"My emotions," Harry supplied.</p>
<p>"Quite right," Snape said, sitting down in front of Harry, the vial of unknown
potion held loosely between his long fingers.</p>
<p>"The difficulty here is that you appear to have mastered the technical aspects of
Occlumency entirely. I am unable to get to the memories you hide away – in fact, I
still haven't found your hiding place for them – but once you get emotional about
anything, your shields crack, and your memories come as if of their own
volition."</p>
<p>"Like with Voldemort," Harry pointed out.</p>
<p>"Exactly so," Snape admitted in a low voice. "It worked out to our advantage that
time but that won't work for the potion you have planned."</p>
<p>"I'm still not sure how Occlumency is in any way related to my brewing that
potion," Harry noted.</p>
<p>"Sometimes you're as much of a dunderhead as your fellow Gryffindors are," Snape
sighed, "It is obviously not necessary for the brewing process but it is essential
for when you actually drink the blasted draught."</p>
<p>It was as if a lightbulb was turned on in Harry's head. "I see," he said, "To
counteract the combination of the honey mead and the monotropa uniflora."</p>
<p>"Especially if you are indeed planning on adding the basilisk blood," Snape noted,
"Which I know you are because you need its magic potency. What I do wonder though is
how you are planning on getting it."</p>
<p>"Well, there is a basilisk body simply waiting to be harvested underneath
Hogwarts," Harry offered.</p>
<p>Snape sneered and shook his head lightly. "A discussion for another time perhaps.
We have strayed far from the point I originally wanted to make. When you get
emotional, you can't perform Occlumency."</p>
<p>"Right," Harry admitted begrudgingly, "Is that what the potion is for?"</p>
<p>Snape sighed heavily and ran a hand through his long hair. "We need you to
practice Occlumency while under great emotional distress," he explained, "Otherwise,
these lessons are entirely useless. I assume you haven't heard about the '<em>Drink
of Despair'</em>?"</p>
<p>Harry shook his head. "No, but it doesn't sound good."</p>
<p>"It's not," Snape agreed, "I was tasked with its creation while still under the
Dark Lord's service. What he was planning on using it for, I'll never know since I've
never actually seen him feed it to anyone but that's irrelevant"</p>
<p>"Now it <em>definitely</em> doesn't sound good," Harry said, attempting to convey
a joking tone but failing miserably.</p>
<p>Snape glared at him pointedly before he went on. "In its undiluted form, this
potion induces fear, delirium, severe stomach pain and brings forth the drinker's
most intense and painful memories. When diluted – as I have done for this occasion –
the effects are all still there but in a much more bearable capacity."</p>
<p>Harry swallowed thickly, "You want me to drink this?"</p>
<p>"If I'm being completely honest with you, Harry, no I don't," Snape said plainly,
"If it was up to me, I would stop this foolishness entirely, cancel your occlumency
lessons and have you work on a new idea for an entirely new potion that doesn't
require you to get reacquainted with some of the most painful memories of your
life."</p>
<p>Snape frowned as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder, applying just a bit more force
than necessary. "Say the word and we stop this. But if you wish to proceed with
brewing your creation, we have no choice in the matter. This is the only way."</p>
<p>The gaze that met Snape's after that held unmistakable courage and determination.
Snape knew instantly that there was no getting around this. Harry would always be a
Gryffindor. He would not back away from a challenge such as this.</p>
<p>"I'll manage," Harry said, keeping his voice steady. He held out his hand in order
to take the potion from Snape. The potions master reluctantly gave it to him.</p>
<p>"Hand me your wand before you drink it," Snape said, "I won't have you attempting
to hex me because you suddenly think me to be the Dark Lord."</p>
<p>Harry didn't think that was particularly likely but he handed over his wand
anyway.</p>
<p>"Now I want you to clear your mind and raise your shields before you take the
potion," Snape said as he tucked Harry's wand away next to his own.</p>
<p>Harry nodded and closed his eyes. He discounted all emotions and hid his most
embarrassing and painful memories under the invisibility cloak of his mind, as he'd
done before. He nodded when he was done and felt Snape's probe with a nonverbal
Legilimens to test him.</p>
<p>"You're ready," Snape said, "Go ahead and drink the potion. Try to focus on
keeping your shields up despite your emotions. Don't try to force them back because
you won't be able to. Understand?"</p>
<p>"I understand," Harry said and before he could change his mind, he downed the
potion in three swallows.</p>
<p>As soon as the potion was gone, Snape took the empty vial from Harry's hand and
placed it on his desk. He then sat down in front of Harry, watching him intently.</p>
<p>At first, Harry didn't really feel any different. He stared at Snape who was
sitting silently in front of him and kept his shields up. For a moment, he wondered
if Snape had done something wrong with the potion. Perhaps he diluted it a bit too
much. But then, Harry was overcome with a wave of agony and despair so powerful, he
was nearly knocked over by the sheer force of it.</p>
<p>"Concentrate, Harry," Snape reminded him, "This is an exercise not in controlling
your emotions but in focusing around them. Keep your shields up!"</p>
<p><em>Harry was six. He was hiding. He didn't know what happened but when Dudley had
pushed him again and again, Harry had gotten so very angry. And almost as if in
resonance with his anger, the couch cushions had exploded, terrifying both children
present. Harry didn't know what had happened but it wasn't his fault. His aunt and
uncle hadn't shared this opinion though.</em></p>
<p><em>It didn't take long for Uncle Vernon to reach the state in which he resembled
a purple balloon, ready to burst. While aunt Petunia comforted Dudley, uncle Vernon
took a few menacing steps towards Harry.</em></p>
<p>"Focus Harry," came a familiar voice, "Raise your shields. You're not
occluding."</p>
<p>Harry blinked and for a moment, he could see Snape sitting in front of him, his
demeanour relaxed but his eyes held a worried gaze.</p>
<p>Right. He wasn't six. He was at Hogwarts and he was practising Occlumency. Now
that he focused on it, he could feel Snape's presence in his mind. Somehow, he found
this to be a reassuring anchor of sorts.</p>
<p>With a flash, the memory resumed right where it left off, the myriad of emotions
coupled with a dull throbbing pain in his stomach.</p>
<p>"<em>Freak!" Vernon bellowed as he got closer to Harry. Harry scrambled up the
stairs, not sure where he was planning to go.</em></p>
<p>"<em>You dare!" Vernon roared, "You dare attack Dudley like this! You dare
disrespect us in our own home!" Harry kept glancing over his shoulder to see the fat
man approaching fast. Without thinking, he slipped into the master bedroom and ducked
under the bed.</em></p>
<p>"Harry, listen to me," a soothing voice said, "This isn't real. This is all in the
past. Clear your mind."</p>
<p><em>Only a moment later, Vernon stormed through the door, his heavy footsteps
halting for a moment.</em></p>
<p>"<em>I've had enough of your freakiness, boy," he growled menacingly, "But I will
teach you –" He took a few steps toward the bed and Harry held his breath, his small
hands clasped over his mouth to stop any sound from emerging. Fear quickly overtook
him.</em></p>
<p>"Listen to the sound of my voice, Harry," that same soothing voice said, "You are
safe now. Your uncle has been dealt with. You need to raise your shields."</p>
<p>"<em>I will teach you not to mess with normal people!"</em></p>
<p><em>Faster than Harry had thought Vernon could move, the raging man ducked to the
floor and peered under the bed. A malicious smirk split his face in two when his
beady eyes locked onto Harry's. Harry screamed through the hands he still had clasped
over his mouth, backing up to the far wall to avoid Vernon's grubby hands. But the
man got a hold of Harry's pants leg and reflexively, Harry kicked.</em></p>
<p><em>As soon as his foot connected with Vernon's arm – however light the attack
might have been – Harry knew he was in big trouble. Vernon roared in rage and grabbed
at Harry again, this time getting a hold of his shirt collar.</em></p>
<p><em>He dragged Harry from under the bed, tears streaming over the young boy's
face.</em></p>
<p>And then the memory was banished. Harry blinked a couple of times as he took in
his surroundings. Memories of what he had been doing came crashing back and he
groaned at his failure.</p>
<p>But he wasn't in Snape's quarters either. The surrounding area was a blinding
white and there were no pieces of furniture or really anything materialistic to break
the awful white that enveloped him.</p>
<p>"Are you alright?"</p>
<p>Harry snapped his head back to see Snape standing next to him, a vacant expression
on his face. Harry frowned, not knowing what to make of this.</p>
<p>"Severus?" he asked, "What's going on?"</p>
<p>"You were not occluding," Snape explained, "And I didn't want to see the rest of
that memory nor did I think you did."</p>
<p>Harry flushed. At least, he thought he did. He wasn't sure of what was possible in
his current surroundings.</p>
<p>"So where are we?" Harry asked, "We're not dead are we?"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled, which reassured Harry tremendously.</p>
<p>"Not at all," Snape replied, "Since the potion is still in effect and will be for
a while, I needed to isolate your consciousness and put it in some sort of
quarantined area so to speak. I've disconnected you from your emotions and passive
memories for the time being."</p>
<p>Harry stared incredulously. "You can do that?"</p>
<p>"I am an accomplished Legilimens, Harry," Snape said in a way that almost sounded
as if he were insulted, "The mind holds little to no secrets for me. Doing something
like this is easy."</p>
<p>Snape waved a hand and conjured a black chair in which he sat down. "Do you want
to try again, or do you wish to remain here until the potion wears off?"</p>
<p>"I want to try again," Harry said honestly, "It's just that –"</p>
<p>"Yes?" Snape urged.</p>
<p>"When I'm in a memory, I can't remember what I'm doing. I can't even remember that
I'm a wizard."</p>
<p>Harry sighed. "How do I practice Occlumency without even remembering what that
is?"</p>
<p>"Eventually, it will become second nature," Snape explained, "You will constantly
be raising those shields, regardless of whether or not there is a threat. For now,
you would do well to focus on yourself before you are drawn into another memory."</p>
<p>"Focus on myself?"</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape replied, "It would appear that you were surprised by the sudden pull
of your memory. Perhaps this is why you've lost sight of who you are. Now that you
know what can happen, I need you to picture yourself sitting here. I want you to
imagine those shields around your mind and I want you to try and distance yourself
from the memories that will attack you."</p>
<p>"But they're so strong," Harry uttered.</p>
<p>Snape smiled and put a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "You are stronger," he
said easily.</p>
<p>Harry blinked to keep a few tears at bay. After the vivid memory, he just
witnessed, remembering just how miserable he had been throughout his young life, the
impact of a parent that believed in you wholeheartedly was enormous.</p>
<p>"Let's try again," Harry said confidently.</p>
<p>Snape nodded. "Remember to try and retain yourself," Snape warned, "I will release
your mind in three, two, one…"</p>
<p><em>Harry was eight. He was standing at the edge of a great river while the
Dursleys were trying to fix their flat tire. Why uncle Vernon had thought this
shortcut was a good idea was beyond anyone but Harry knew better than to say
anything.</em></p>
<p>Harry focused on himself. He knew this was a memory. He knew this wasn't real. He
was aware of his own breathing and could vaguely make out the reassuring presence of
Snape sitting across from him.</p>
<p>"<em>Wanna play a game, Harry?" Dudley asked innocently. By now Harry knew better.
Dudley never had good intentions with Harry.</em></p>
<p>"<em>Not really," Harry had replied cautiously. "There's nothing to do here
anyway."</em></p>
<p>"<em>We could go for a swim," Dudley countered.</em></p>
<p><em>Harry looked at the river that was running rather fast behind him. He frowned
and looked at Dudley.</em></p>
<p>"<em>I think that's a bit dangerous," he said, "The current is strong and I don't
really –"</em></p>
<p>"<em>What?" Dudley asked, smirking all the while, "Don't you know how to
swim?"</em></p>
<p>The presence of Snape in Harry's mind was quite reassuring but at the same time,
he realized that the goal of this exercise was to expel Snape completely. But with
Snape gone, so would be his anchor. Harry tried his best to shove this memory aside
but it was firmly in place. Much more so than during normal Occlumency lessons.</p>
<p>Was it because of the potion or was it because he was much more emotional now?
Harry was kind of upset with Snape viewing even more memories of his past. He hadn't
even seen half of his horrible past.</p>
<p>"<em>You know I don't," Younger Harry growled at Dudley.</em></p>
<p>"<em>Well, I do," Dudley said proudly.</em></p>
<p><em>Harry huffed indignantly. "Well, we can't all be bloated enough to be our own
life raft."</em></p>
<p><em>Dudley's demeanour switched from reasonably calm to enraged in a matter of
seconds.</em></p>
<p>"Focus," Snape's voice resounded through Harry's mind. "Recognise your emotions
for what they are. They are a part of you but they need not hinder you. Allow them to
wash over you and detach yourself from them."</p>
<p>Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, ignoring the feelings of fear
and anger that lingered near the surface.</p>
<p><em>Dudley rushed forward and slammed his shoulder into Harry's chest. Harry was
knocked backwards and tried to keep his footing when the ground disappeared from
beneath him and his body made contact with cold water.</em></p>
<p>'I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions,' Harry thought.<br/>
"Then don't be," Snape replied calmly, "Dominate them."</p>
<p>Harry felt a sense of cool wash over him as he stepped back and looked at the
scene rationally. Fear had been a very logical emotion for a child that fell into a
river. Especially one that didn't know how to swim. But Harry wasn't that child
anymore and needn't be afraid.</p>
<p>He was angry at Dudley for putting him in that position, and rightly so. But
Dudley was still as much of a child as Harry was. It was only right to forgive him
for such actions if only to heal himself.</p>
<p>The memory ended and Harry was aware that Snape's presence was gone. He felt a
sense of loneliness but also one of accomplishment. He felt someone touch his knee
and opened his eyes, very much aware of the pain in his stomach.</p>
<p>"Well done," Snape praised him, "Now keep that focus. The potion won't wear off
for another ten minutes or so. Use that time to practice."</p>
<p>Harry focused on his breathing. He even found that focusing on the pain in his
stomach helped. He allowed his emotions to run their course but did not fight them.
At least, he tried to.</p>
<p>Every now and then, he felt Snape probing his mind with Legilimency but he did not
break Harry's walls. It was obvious that Snape was being much too gentle though. If
he applied any pressure, Harry knew that his walls would break apart.</p>
<p>"I think it was that muggle 'Nietzsche' that said, 'One ought to hold on to one's
heart. For if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too'," Snape
suddenly said.</p>
<p>Tired emerald eyes met obsidian and stared at Snape incredulously. "What?"</p>
<p>"I thought it rather fitting." Snape explained, "Makes me wonder if he was perhaps
a squib to have such a keen grasp on a very important Occlumency lesson."</p>
<p>"You're distracting me," Harry breathed.</p>
<p>"Am I?" Snape countered, raising a sardonic eyebrow.</p>
<p>"Fine," Harry said, "I understand. It's all a part of it. I'm doing my best
here!"</p>
<p>"Care to tell me what you thought of when you pushed me out?" Snape asked, "I'm
curious to know what your approach was."</p>
<p>"I thought about my feelings," Harry said through gritted teeth, feeling somewhat
stupid. He was vaguely aware of the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "And I
thought of why I had them and tried putting them into context."</p>
<p>"A very clever way of approaching yourself," Snape commended, "In order to move
on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel
it."</p>
<p>Harry groaned as he put a hand on his aching stomach. "Sure," he panted, "Whatever
you say."</p>
<p>"Harry, you've made a breakthrough today," Snape said suddenly.</p>
<p>"You're going easy on me," Harry accused.</p>
<p>Snape snorted. "Going easy on you? You are still aware of the potion I fed you,
are you not? I might not be trying to invade your mind to the best of my abilities at
the moment, but the fact that you are speaking coherently while under the potion's
influence is worthy of praise by itself."</p>
<p>"It's diluted," Harry gasped.</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape nodded gravely, "And eventually we can test your skill using the
undiluted version –" Snape shuddered at the thought. "- But for now, this is
impressive enough."</p>
<p>Snape eyed Harry curiously as the boy was leaning back, panting heavily as he
attempted to power through the pain.</p>
<p>"We would never have been able to elevate you to this level of Occlumency at the
beginning of our collaboration," Snape said kindly.</p>
<p>"Yes well," Harry said, "I trust you a lot more not to rummage through my mind and
sell my memories to the highest bidder."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "Witty to the end, aren't you? Just relax and let the potion run
its course. It will only be a few minutes more. Afterwards, you can meet up with that
redheaded girlfriend of yours."</p>
<p>"How do you know about that?" Harry groaned.</p>
<p>Snape frowned at his charge. "What do you think?"</p>
<p>Harry just groaned. This time more out of embarrassment than out of pain.
Sometimes it sucked to have a father that could read minds.</p>
<p>"Actually, could I just stay here tonight?" Harry asked, "I really don't feel that
well and I'm not sure I can even make it back to Gryffindor tower on my own."</p>
<p>Snape regarded him carefully. "Hm, I suppose it would be prudent for me to make
sure there are no lasting side effects. Very well. You may stay here for the night.
Your room is ready for the night."</p>
<p>Harry sighed in relief as he tried to stand on unsteady legs.</p>
<p>"Thanks, Severus."</p>
<p>"Anytime," Snape said easily.</p>
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<p><em>Did you all like Harry's Occlumency lesson? Do let me know what you think. I
anxiously await your reactions.</em></p>
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<span class="bold">Fandom:</span> harry potter<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Summary:</span> SEQUEL to The Potions Journeyman. Harry decides he doesn't want to be an Auror
anymore but rather a Potions Master and will need Snape's supervision to become just that. He creates a potion that will
allow him to speak with the dead, which doesn't bode well for Snape's internalized struggle. And then there's the stray
Death Eater's. Mentor fic. No slash. Graphic violence. COMPLETE<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Status:</span> Completed<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Fic type:</span> Books/Harry Potter<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Pairings/Main char.:</span> Harry P., Severus S.<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Published:</span> 2019-10-31<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Last updated:</span> 2020-01-07<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Words count:</span> 196,916<br/><br/>
<span class="bold">Chapters count:</span> 47<br/><br/>
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&lt;p&gt;SEQUEL to The Potions Journeyman. Harry decides he doesn't want to be an Auror anymore but rather a Potions Master and will need Snape's supervision to become just that. He creates a potion that will allow him to speak with the dead, which doesn't bode well for Snape's internalized struggle. And then there's the stray Death Eater's. Mentor fic. No slash. Graphic violence. COMPLETE&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapters:&lt;/b&gt; 47&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count:&lt;/b&gt; 196,916&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Published:&lt;/b&gt; 2019-10-31&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last update:&lt;/b&gt; 2020-01-07&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status:&lt;/b&gt; Complete&lt;/p&gt;
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