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Chapter 2: Tell me about my mother

'Harry!' Lupin shouted. 'Harry stop,' But irregardless of Lupin, Harry still ran as though his life depended on it. He couldn't stop now, even though he hadn't eaten in a long time his body was pumping adrenaline through his body. He couldn't stop.

He couldn't stop. He ran and ran until he looked back to see if Lupin was still there and collided with some-one. Draco Malfoy. (Told you he'd be here somewhere but I honestly have no idea what his role in this story will be, maybe to give Harry handjobs?)

'Look where you're going Potter!" Yelled Draco but Harry wasn't listening, he had gotten himself up and ran further and further. Eventually his legs gave way and he dropped to the grass. Only he didn't cry hysterically, he didn't sob and long for Lupin to find him. He just kneeled on his knees and closed his eyes.

There were no more tears left to cry, there was no more emotion to feel and no more adrenaline to keep him going. He felt dead and at that moment he wished he was. Then no one would have to care. He sat on the mossy grass and held himself closer, it was even colder out here than he had anticipated.

The birds swooped overhead casting shadows and making him feel incredibly anxious. He wished he were back up in the Astronomy Tower.

Harry ate ravenously. He had never felt so hungry in his life. It seemed the past few weeks of near starvation had taken its toll and he was eating enough to rival Ron. Hermione seemed pleased that Harry was getting his appetite back.

Ron took it as a personal challenge to eat more food than usual. The more food the better was the motto when it came to Ron Weasley.

He shoved a drumstick in his mouth, tearing off the meat before throwing it back on the plate and picking up a piece of bacon, shoving that in his mouth he took a forkful of eggs and tomatoes. Hermione looked at him in disgust before neatly piling on her own eggs onto her toast and picking up both her fork and knife to eat civilly.

When the bell rang Harry was still eating and he got up disgruntled at the thought of going to Defence, it used to be his favourite lesson when Lupin taught him but now it was just awkward. Lupin didn't look him in the eye and vice versa.

Harry wondered if he could make a quick detour to the Hogwarts kitchen before lesson, suggesting the idea to Hermione would have earned him a scandalized look and a lecture on SPEW but to Ron wasn't such a bad idea.

Feeding Hermione some lie about needing to go to the toilet and he and Ron would be back in lesson in a minute, Harry and Ron took off towards the boys lavatory on the fourth floor, as soon as they were out of sight though Harry dragged Ron to the left instead of the right which would have led them to the toilets.

'Where are we going?'

'C'mon I'm starving,' Ron followed Harry without complaint. It was food, and who cared about missing a lesson if it was for food. He'd gladly miss his NEWT exams for a doughnut. But as they walked it was Harry who stopped and turned to face Ron.

'Do you think we should go back? I mean we might get in trouble.' He said frowning. Ron scoffed.

'You sound too much like Hermione and anyway, Lupin likes us, he won't care it we're late to his lesson,'

'On the contrary Ron, he might care very much if you are late to his lesson,' Lupins voice rang through the corridor as Harry and Ron whipped around to see him standing by the thick marble pillars, he wore an expression of disappointment that his voice matched.

'Come, you are already late, it will do no good to linger in the corridors and waste even more of my time, I'm disappointed in you both, Harry, Ron, I expect better of you, 10 points from Gryffindor, you won't be given special treatment here even if I do like you, you will be treated the same as everyone else,' Harry thought he sounded too much like Snape for his liking only Snape didn't like them at all.

They walked to Lupins classroom in silence, Lupin in front whilst Harry and Ron shot each other furtive glances wondering what on earth had gotten into Lupin lately.

Hermione of course had the answer. She had given them both dirty looks when they walked in with Lupin and made it quite clear she was annoyed for getting into trouble again.

'It's a week before the full moon of course,' She said in her that-totally-should-have-been-obvious-why-aren't-you-all-as-clever-as-me voice. The lesson was on Infamodius Leech's. Monstrous creatures that liked to skin their victims, remove the skin and guts, leaving only the bones which they crunched with their 6inch razor sharp teeth.

Lupin had brought in an Infamodius Leech to show everyone, it was a disgusting creature, looking weirdly like a house elf except that the top of its head was shaped like a house, boxed and pointy.

The only real highlight of the lesson was Neville sitting on his own wand and the fact that they were assigned no homework, unlike every other teacher who thought it would have been nice to assign them 14inch essays on the first week back. What kind of cruel monsters did that? Harry felt he would rather bathe in a pool of Infamodius Leech's than do the piling amount of homework that was lying underneath his bed.

Harry was hoping if he left it there long enough it might disappear or it might do itself. Heading towards the door he groaned in annoyance as Lupin asked him to stay behind. Ron stopped too but Lupin told him he only wished to speak to Harry for a second.

As Harry waited for everyone to pile out of the classes, he felt a knot in his stomach. Did Lupin want to talk to him about last night? Of course, he probably wanted to give him a lecture on staying indoors and obeying curfew or that he was willing to be his shoulder to cry on. And Harry wanted neither.

Harry didn't want a shoulder to cry on, he didn't want someone to tell all of his problems to, and seeing Lupin only made him feel awkward. Lupin finally turned to him when the class had filed out, producing his wand with a flourish he shut the door and faced Harry once more.

'How did you find the lesson?' Ah, so they were beginning on light subjects, Harry thought to himself bitterly.

'What do you really want Lupin.' He was in no mood for small talk and trivial conversation.

'Harry, I want you to tell me what happened yesterday with you and Professor Snape,' He said straight to the point. Harry shrugged his shoulders absent minded.

'Why?' And for a second, looking up at Lupins face he could tell he had shocked him. Before he put himself together and came closer to Harry. Looking straight into his eyes, Harry looked away uncomfortable under his scrutinising look.

'Why not? I care about you Harry, I want to know what he said to you to make you so upset,'

'I wasn't upset!' Harry said, his mind reeling. Lupin cared about him? He sure had a funny way of showing it. Avoiding eyes, taking away points from Gryffindor, acting as though Harry didn't exist, that surely meant Lupin cared for him right? Not.

'Yes you were Harry, I want to know what he said or did,' Lupins voice was gentle, he needed to know what had happened. Still Harry said nothing.

'Harry, did he,' He hesitated before gently carrying on. 'Did he act in any way inappropriately?' Harry's reaction was far from what he expected. He assumed Harry would react with anger, fear even. Harry however started laughing.

'Hahaha…that's…that's really… hahahahha, really funny Lupin,' He clutched his side and continued to snicker loudly. Once he had got a hold of himself he looked up at Lupin, all traces of amusement vanished and his voice was bitter.

'He hates me, I'm sure the mere thought of…that would make him shudder in disgust, he didn't do anything like that, I just wanted him to go away,' Harry said simply, looking at the floor again. Lupin nodded relieved.

'Harry you know, I'm not mad at you for yesterday, I want to know why you ran, why you felt you had to run,'

'Because I didn't want to talk to you, I just want to be alone, why can nobody just accept that?' He said annoyed.

'Harry, everybody cares about you very much here, we just want you to be happy, being alone all the time, being left alone with your thoughts too much, it's not good for you Harry,' He said worried.

'I hate being around everyone, everyone treats me so...so delicately! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of being treated like some glass figure about to break at any moment. Or like a thin pancake that's going to rip at any moment!' Harry said bizarrely. Lupin frowned before reaching forward to grasp on of Harrys hands in his own.

'Look at me Harry,' He said quietly. When Harry did he said, 'You have friends who care about you, I care about you, do you think we like to see you like this? If it was your own friend would you want to see them like this, Ron or Hermione?' Harry shook his head mutely.

Lupin didn't speak for a while.

'I know you feel guilty about Sirius but-'

Harry wouldn't let him finish his sentence because he wrenched his hand out of Lupins and tore out of his room. Lupin sighed and ran his hands through his hair. When was Harry going to see? Isolating himself wasn't the answer.

'Laney wake up,' Snape said. Laney gave a sleepy grunt in response and rolled over intent on falling back asleep. 'Now Laney, dinner in 20 minutes, go shower,' It was 6:40pm and Laney taking a nap was just routine.

After every quidditch practise she would come home, not even bothering to take her shoes off, shove her firebolt in the closet and fall asleep on the sofa. The quarters that both Snape and Laney lived in were fit for a king, or in Laneys case, a queen.

The living room was not at all big, rather small but cosy, there were dark brown furnishings, dark cabinets that held all sorts of artefacts and antiques from strange enchanted lockets to different rare samplings of potions and incredibly unique potion ingredients, including the Strenagothentic powder which could only be found every 3 decades on midnight on the 22nd July.

There were 3 consecutive bookcases all lined up that dominated one wall, hundreds of books of all different kinds from all the subjects Laney was taught, to dark arts and Do-It-yourself books. The main theme of the room was green, the sofas were a dark velvety green and the chair that Snape usually occupied was a lighter green. The rugs however were a dark rich black colour.

Laney dragged herself up and strode off yawning widely.

20 minutes later she sat at the dinner table, hair dripping wet and wearing pyjama bottoms with unicorns on and a plain black top. Snape put her plate in front of her and raised his eyebrows.

'Nice bottoms,' She glared at him before picking up her fork. Snape sat down and began to eat his own dinner. They ate it not exactly an awkward silence, just regarding each other quietly.

'Dad-"

'Are we going to have the same conversation every dinnertime Laney?' He asked challengingly as he put his fork down and surveyed her. Her mouth dropped open.

'You don't even know what I was going to say!" She protested.

'Was it something along the lines of 'Daddy you know my mom…?' He asked knowingly as her expression fell.

'Well maybe I was going to ask you if you've done something different to your nose, or if you had a nice day today, or if you've considered that nose job I've been begging you to get for so long,' She muttered. He just looked at her.

'Okay it was,' She sighed in defeat. Again he said nothing.

'I just want to know dad, I mean,' She paused. 'Today everyone at school was talking about what they're getting their moms for mother's day and, well, what would my mom have liked? For mother's day? Hmm? Flowers? Chocolate?' She said avoiding her father's eyes.

When he spoke, it was a careful tone, as if he were completely aware just how much this answer meant to her.

'Laney, she would have loved anything you got her, because you are so thoughtful, you put thought into anything you get for others, and anything you got your mother, I assure you she would love it,' It wasn't necessarily true but Snape could hardly answer 'I don't know because I didn't know your mother,' That would crush her, and if Snape was anything when it came to his daughter, he was protective.

He wanted her to know nothing that would hurt her. She merely nodded and ate the rest of her dinner in silence. Snape felt bad he couldn't provide her with more information. He knew just how much she was starved for information when it came to her mother.

She wanted to know everything, if she was like her, if she looked like her, if she acted like her. And Snape could tell her none of it, because he simply hadn't known the woman that well, he wished he had looking back on it, but Celeste Beauregard remained just as much a mystery to him as she did to Laney. Only he didn't go fishing around for answers, Laney on the other hand was persistent.

'I just don't know what to do,' Lupin paced back and forth in Snapes room. 'He's so distant and he doesn't want to talk to me, I know that,'

'Then why continue to try Remus? Just leave the boy if he's not worth your time,' Snapes silky voice was low. He had however made the stupid decision of leaving the door open a little, meaning Laney who had just gotten out of bed for a drink, could hear every word.

'I can't give on him, that would be like giving up on James, he would have wanted me to be there for his son no matter what,'

'Yes, well James Potter was a-'

'Severus please not now, I didn't come here to talk to you about James, I just want to talk about Harry, leave James out of this.'

Ah, so they were talking about Harry Potter, Laney thought to herself. But why? Why would they discuss Harry Potter and why the hell was Lupin in Snapes room?

'I want to help him Sev, I need to help him, I just…I can't reach out to him,' Then another pause. Was Lupin sobbing? It sounded like it. And had he just called Snape 'Sev?' Since when did her father let anyone call him Sev?

'Let me make it better. Let me make you feel better.' Laney almost threw up. What the hell was going on?

'Severus…Laney…she's in the other room…' Yeah, thought Laney, I'm in the other room, don't do that with me in there!

'Laneys sleeping,' Snape whispered. The door banged shut and Laney jumped back . Ew. Were they really going to? With her in the next room? Ugh, adults were foul. But on the bright side, at least her dad had found some-one, even if it wasn't the ideal cookie baking mother she had invented in her mind. Lupin was an alright substitute, and who knows, maybe he knew how to make cookies.

Now Laney just wondered when they'd come and tell her. Maybe she could drop hints for a while.

So there we go! Done for the next chapter, aren't you guys lucky? I really wanted to write this one though! Thanks for the positive feedback again, I have an actual plot now! Remember to review because that makes me happy, you all want to make me happy don't you my minions? And a lot more of Draco in future! Expect your next update in a few days, or if I'm feeling nice, tomorrow!