Disclaimer: I won't own it until I figure out a way to transcend time. It's looking a little impossible.
Author Notes: My sequel to Piano Lessons. Shing, sparkle, sparkle Hopefully you will enjoy it, and no Harry and Remus's relationship was platonic. I plan on putting Remus and Severus together, but Professor Snape has certain issues that need to be resolved before it can happen. Hopefully you'll enjoy this . Special thanks to Occasus, because at first I was just sending Snape with Percy to get rid of him and end the story, but you've inspired me to write the sequel. If anyone reads this please review, because seeing zero reviews next to a story hurts me worse than the most malicious flame.
Chapter 1
Percy took a hold of the hand that ex-Potions Professor Severus Snape wasn't using to hold onto Headmaster Dumbledore. Snape snatched his hand away and clutched his former employer's arm with both of his. Dumbledore patted the man's right hand before pulling his own out of Snape's grasp. He failed to hang onto the slipping hand. Dumbledore was going to leave him again, and probably with someone worse than Lupin. A piece of paper was put into his hand. What, did this idiot not realize that he was blind?
The idiot pushed his empty hand across the paper. There were rough parts to it. He pushed his hand across it on his own, trying to figure it out. There were lines that stuck out of the paper, he discovered after he had run his hand across it. He traced them. They said," Percy Weasley", in cursive. Percy Weasley? That pompous brat who'd caused Madame Pomfry to force him to make a calming draught for his mother? The brat was touching him again. He was playing with his hand, just like his father would to distract him just before he'd-. Snape snatched his hand away again. Just when he'd thought he'd crawled a safe distance away, he discovered that the brat had followed him, when the brat grabbed his hand again. He glared in what he hoped was the right direction. Apparently not, the brat kept it up. He snatched his hand away again. The brat left and came back with another sheet of paper. It said," trying to help". Help me Sev, I'm so hungry-. He snatched his hand away again and, not having mastered walking blind, crawled away again. The brat followed him wherever he went.
Molly Weasley was reading a letter from Ron about how everyone had gotten to Hogwarts safely, when her husband walked in holing an official looking letter as though it were a time bomb.
"Arthur what's the matter?"
"It was on my desk with a note saying to give it to Percy.", he showed her a return address. It had evidently tried to be mailed at one time.
"It's probably just the ministry sending him his final paycheck"
"And if it's not?"
"He has responsibilities here. He won't leave"
Two hours later Percy was hastily packing his bags. The floor shook as something heavy fell to it causing Snape to start. Footsteps vibrated the floor. A long silence, and then more footsteps. Darkness enveloped him for a while, until a soft hand pulled him up. He clumsily followed as the person led him down the hall. He was placed in an armchair, a very familiar armchair. Realizing this he reached for the hand again. It was gone.