In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of
faith
To a river so deep
I must be looking for
something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to
cross
Harry sat in front of the slowly dying fire. Was Luna his godmother? If so, where was she all this time? Did he even have a godmother? His thoughts were interrupted.
"Potter?" a voice whispered. Harry turned around and found Professor McGonagall watching
him. "What are you doing up?" she asked
softly.
"I couldn't sleep," he said. "I kind of have a lot on my mind."
McGonagall nodded.
"That makes two of us. Mind if I
join you?"
"Be my guest," he answered her. She sat in the chair across from him. Harry stared into the fire for a few
moments, but a thought suddenly struck him.
"Professor, you knew my parents when they came to Hogwarts, right?"
McGonagall was a little startled by the question, but
she answered, "Yes Harry. I knew them
both very well. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I got a letter from Sirius this evening. You know about Sirius, right?" McGonagall nodded. "She said he came in contact with Remus Lupin, and that he's
engaged to my Mum's best friend from school."
"Luna?"
Harry nodded.
McGonagall smiled.
"I always knew those two would end up together."
"Well, I was wondering…if Sirius was my Dad's best
friend and he's my godfather…is Luna my godmother?"
McGonagall went white and said, "No."
"But then who's my godmother? Do I even have one?"
McGonagall sighed and whispered, "Yes."
Harry began to grow angry. "Then where has she been all this time? Does she even know I'm living with the Dursley's? Doesn't she even care?"
"Harry…"
McGonagall looked him in the eyes and tried to remain calm herself. "Harry…I'm your godmother."
Harry's mouth dropped a little. "What?" he said. "Why didn't you ever tell me?
Why-"
"Harry, let me explain," she said. She took a deep breath. "Harry when your parents went here, I was
very close with both of them. And when
they died, I wanted more than anything to watch over you. But with You-Know-Who's whereabouts unknown
and the situation with Sirius, Dumbledore thought it was best to leave you with
your Muggle family. That's true even
now with the Dark Lord reborn, and we both know Dumbledore's right."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at the fire a long moment then
quietly said, "I need to go to bed." He
got up and went back to his dorm.
McGonagall hung her head and sighed. Don't worry Minerva, she told
herself. One day, he'll understand. Go back to bed…
And even though I know
the river is wide
I walk down every evening
and I stand on the shore
And I try to cross to the
opposite side
So I can finally find
what I've been looking for
Minerva rose again at 2:30. The conversation she just had with Harry Potter kept burning in
her mind. I have to ask Albus,
she thought. Even if he says no, I
have to ask. This is for Lily and
James. She grabbed her glasses and
walked out of her living quarters.
Passing the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's living
quarters, Minerva hoped he would be up.
She lightly tapped his door and sighed with relief when an awake voice
said, "Come in."
Minerva poked her head through the door. "Good morning Albus," she said softly.
Dumbledore smiled in surprise. "Minerva, I didn't expect it to be you. Usually it's Sir Nicholas de
Mimsy-Porpington who visits me at this hour."
"May I come in?"
"Of course.
Have a seat." Minerva came in
and sat across from him. Dumbledore
conjured two cups of hot chocolate out of the air. "So what's on your mind?"
Minerva took a deep breath. "Albus, about half an hour ago, I had a conversation with Harry
Potter."
"Maybe we should start an insomniac's club here."
"He had gotten a letter from Sirius and he began to
ask me about his parent's past."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Albus…I told him I was his godmother."
"Ah. I see."
Minerva stared at him. "Albus, please let him stay with me."
"Minerva…"
"I told you fifteen years ago what those Muggles are
like! They're horrible! They don't even want him! They treat him like dirt!"
"Minerva, no…"
"Why can't you just trust me?!" she burst out.
"Minerva!"
She stopped and both of them glared at each other
straight in the eyes.
"Minerva, I do trust you," said Dumbledore, "and you
know that. But with the situation with
Voldemort-"
Minerva flinched.
"-it's safer for Harry to spend the summer holidays
with his Muggle family, away from Hogwarts.
Please try to understand that."
Minerva sat silently and wiped a tear from her eye.
"You should try to get some sleep," said Dumbledore.
She got up and walked out the door. "Thank god tomorrow's Saturday," she
muttered. She slammed the door behind her.
Albus sighed and took a long swig of his hot
chocolate. He leaned back in his chair
and looked down at his cup. Try
talking to her in the morning Albus, he told himself. There's no use reasoning with her when she's
tired…
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of
fear
To a river so deep
And I've been searching
for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never
lose
Something somebody stole
But Albus Dumbledore was still awake at 3:30. He wandered the halls of the school, his
third cup of hot chocolate in hand (that's right folks! He was an addict!). He didn't know where he was going. He just let his thoughts lead the way. He heard a rustling up ahead and he said,
"Good evening Peeves."
"Oh! Hello you
Dumblydorness!" the poltergeist said without appearing.
I do know this school inside and out, Albus
thought. He began to head downstairs.
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I
don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take
the rest of my life
Until I find what it is
that I've been looking for
When he
looked up again, he was walking down the dungeon's hall. Up ahead, a light showed and Albus peered
into Snape's office. Severus was at his
desk, quill in hand, and parchment scattered all over his desk. Two lit candles and a half-full glass of
brandy laid off to the side. Albus
cleared his throat.
Severus looked up.
"Headmaster, what are you doing up?" he asked.
Albus stepped in.
"Taking a moonlit stroll. How
about you?"
Severus looked down at the papers spread across his
desk. Dumbledore glanced at them for a
moment then realized that they were notes he had taken from the summer when he
spied against the Death Eaters. Severus
sighed and said, "He still haunts my dreams."
"He haunts mine, too."
Laying next to the brandy glass was a card. Dumbledore picked it up and found that it
read, "You are invited to the wedding of the future Remus and Luna Lupin." Dumbledore smiled. "So are you going?"
Without looking up from his work, Snape answered,
"Probably not."
"Why not?"
Snape dipped his quill in ink and went on
scribbling. "Because, even though Remus
and I have to work together, it doesn't mean we like each other."
"And Luna?"
"What about Luna?"
"Why not go for her sake? You two got along well during your years here, right? Yes, if I recall, it was you, Luna, Lily,
and Peter who got along well. The three
Gryffindors and the one Slytherin. And
I'm sure Luna will be disappointed if you don't go."
Snape grew impatient.
"I'm not likely to find a date," he said finally.
Dumbledore shook his head. This made Snape even more upset and he rubbed his eyes in
frustration. "Severus, I believe a wise
man once said, 'It's a sign of weakness to hold a grudge'."
When Snape looked up again, Dumbledore had gone from
his office. He sighed and put his head
in his hands. He may be right,
Severus, he thought. But still
he's not me and he hasn't lived the same life that I have. He sighed again, took another drink of
brandy, grabbed his cloak, blew out the candles, and walked out…
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of
doubt
To a river so deep
I know I'm searching for
something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the
night
At 4:30,
Severus passed the first of the graves in a cemetery outside of Hogsmeade. He walked along with his lit wand, checking
the gravestones as he passed until he found the one that said, "Here Lies Lily
and James Potter. 1954-1981. Rest In Peace." He sat down in front of it.
He had absolutely no idea why he was here of all
places. His mind just brought him
here. He finally found his voice and
faintly said, "Hi." He felt stupid
talking to a gravestone, which belonged to someone he didn't particularly like…well,
one of them. He had known this is where
Lily and James were laid to rest for lord knows how long, but he never felt
obligated to come visit.
"Remus and Sirius send their best," said Severus. "And Peter…well…you know about Peter." He hesitated another moment and said, "Harry's
fine."
After about a half hour of sitting in the middle of
the graveyard, Severus decided what he was doing was ridiculous and he got
up. But before he walked away he said, "I'll
come back…sooner than I did last time…I promise…"
I'm not sure about life after this
God knows I've never been
a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade
into the river
That runs to the promised
land
The sun had risen by the time Severus had made it back
to Hogwarts. He met up with Hagrid in
the Entrance Hall.
"Good morning Professor Snape!" the half-giant said
cheerfully.
Severus rubbed his eyes. "Not yet," he replied.
Hagrid raised an eyebrow. "Did something happen last night? Yer the forth person to tell me that this morning."
Snape was surprised.
"I am?"
"Yeah. First
Professor Dumbledore, then Minerva McGonagall, and then young Harry Potter."
"Hmm…"
"Did any of you sleep last night?"
"I don't know about them, but I sure didn't." With that Snape left him and headed into the
Great Hall for breakfast. He sat next
to Minerva McGonagall, and the two exchanged a look.
"Bad night?" said Minerva.
"Tell me about it," Severus replied and he poured
himself a cup of black coffee.
Not five minutes later, Albus Dumbledore came in and
sat on the other side of Minerva. He
didn't serve himself, but instead asked her and Severus calmly, "Are you two
mad at me?"
"Got it in one," Minerva said taking a bite of an English
muffin.
Albus hated it when she was sarcastic. "If you-"
Severus interrupted before the headmaster could get
upset. "We're mad because you're right,"
he said taking a sip of coffee. "Ask us
again later."
Albus looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded and
served himself some scrambled eggs.
About a split second later, Harry Potter entered and
almost instantly, he made eye contact with Minerva. Please don't hate me, Harry, she thought. Please don't hate me… Harry suddenly smiled, and relieved, Minerva
smiled back…
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of
truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the
streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the
night
At
the same time, Harry, Minerva, Albus, and Severus all thought they same
thing. It'll all be alright…
The End
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