The Memory
"Let's try again." Snape said, pointing his wand at Harry and saying the spell.
Harry rebound it with his own.
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Harry was shocked to find that Snape couldn't stop him this time around. He walked around the room Snape was in and looked around. It looked like a bedroom.
A big puffy bed was in the middle of the room. Black sheets, blankets, and pillows were on it. Harry was sure it was soft, even if he couldn't touch it. He looked at the rest of the room. It was dark, dimly light with candles. Harry turned to the door as a noise was heard.
The door opened to revile Snape.
"Severus." A voice murmured.
Was that...No it couldn't be. Harry turned, gasping as he did. Sirius was there, standing in a black silky robe. Harry turned back to Snape, watching and waiting for his response.
"Sirius." Snape whispered softly.
Sirius walked over, lightly pressing his lips to Snape's.
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"Enough!" Snape yelled, his face was red with anger and embressment. "Enough." His voice was calmer, almost a whisper, almost, broken. He turned away, his eyes clenched shut.
Harry didn't say anything, not at first. "...I...I'm...I'm sorry."
Snape didn't move. "Leave. Just leave. Your lesson is to continue next week."
"Yes Sir." There was not an ounce of hate in Harry's voice as he left.
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"Sirius and Snape?! Yeah right, as if!" Ron said, falling out of his chair in laugher.
Hermione glanced at him before turning to Harry. "You're sure that's what you saw?" She asked softly.
Harry nodded. "When Snape stopped it, he looked...he looked broken in a way."
"Like it was to painful to remember?"
Harry nodded. "This time he didnn't decide to stop the lessons, just told me to leave."
"Yeah, well I can't see Snape hurt in the least, he tried to get Sirius killed rember?" Ron asked.
"We do, but it doesn't change what Harry saw." Hermione said.
"That's not all." Harry whispered.
"What else?"
"There was a really strange sound when I left. Like Snape was...crying." Harry whispered the word so only Ron and Hermione could hear.
"Snape...crying." Hermione whispered.
Harry nodded.
"Let's go see." Ron whispered.
Harry and Hermione looked at him like he'd gone mad.
"Like hell we will." Harry hissed. "I'm happy with all of my body connected."
"Come on." Ron pressed.
"Come off it Ron." Hermione hissed.
"Fine." Ron muttered and left for bed.
Hermione looked at Harry. "Try to talk to Sirius about it. You don't have to now, but please think about it, ok?"
Harry nodded. "I will, but can I ask you something?"
Hermione nodded.
"What if...what if it didn't really bother me?"
"It...doesn't?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know why, but it just doesn't. I guess, I just find it shocking more than weird."
Hermione nodded. "I see, and please tell Ron to keep his mouth shut."
Harry nodded. "Don't worry, I will."
"Night Harry."
"Night Hermione."