I feel the last chapter did not say much, so I give 2 chapters today. The next one is still needing some work, but I'm on the roll here! :D
Alright, enjoy...before someone plans to Crucio me!
Hermione, Ron, and the Dumbledore's Army members have had remained in the school whistled the rest had graduated and move on with their lives. They chose to stay because they felt the responsibility to keep people safe and add in members – which happens over the last two years. However, some of the sixth year had chosen the same to stay for one more year for more classes to gather on. Some Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindors stayed behind and began their first day of school.
The bright witch had wondered who was going to be teaching the DADA this year. Ron was curious as well and no one hadn't expected last year. The headmaster had to teach the DADA himself due to lack of finding one in a matter of time. Some people assumed the man might repeat teaching. There hasn't been announcement yet, so that made them decide to believe otherwise.
"Mione, we know all the DADA's requirement and how to teach everyone, do you reckon Dumbledore won't mind us teaching?" The Weasely commented.
She shook her head, "I don't think so, Ronald. We're still not qualified enough, especially there's a lot to cover and longer time for everyone. We're still slightly behind on a few things here and there." She frowned.
Ginny hated to see them like this and she knew this was supposed to be their year to be having careers they dreamt of, yet, they're still at Hogwarts. She was surprised to see the eighth year was happening. She had guessed that the headmaster allowed it for those who wished for the best of their education.
"What if both of you are teachers? I doubt that would be denied." Ginny shared her input.
The brunette shook her head, "Not this year, Professor Dumbledore is confident that he has this year covered. We barely have a clue-"
A loud slammed has occurred to everyone's ears. The doors swung opened and everyone directed their head over to the immediate attention. Hermione and Ron were quick to respond with the wand in action, but they froze at their very sight. The air was deadly silent, thick with such graving tension, and eyes glued to the main event. The headmaster was the only one who had been pleased and he gently smiled with a twinkle in his eyes appearing. He stood up kindly and greeted the guest.
"Harry, it is nice of you to join us this year." His voice had has been heard throughout the entire school.
The mumbling, whispering, and gossiping were happening. Harry strolled down across and he was not the same as everyone recalled. His hair had grown longer, slightly calmer, and curled at the end a bit. He wore black tight pants with dark grey and black robe unbuttoned. His collared back shirt was buttoned up, but the top four buttons remained unbuttoned. His sneakers were no longer in his style, so he wore the thick military boots in black with long laces. On his robe's sleeves had cross laces, lingering with silver chains, and small for the sizes of chains. Above the rest of his clothes, he was tall in six feet and four inches and held no childish looks.
He was proudly smiling to see the headmaster once more. He sat next to the man as a guest he is.
"Thank you for having me, sir. It's great to be back here again." He said clearly.
Albus took it as a sign to make an announcement for everyone. Everyone else in the room has wondered what this had to be about and feared for he-must-not-be-named outcomes or being in danger this year. They all had held their breath and waited to find out what could have had been mentioned. Harry rested his elbow on the table, placed his chin on his palm, and focused on the crowd while allowing his ears to be focus.
Albus casted the charm to allow his voice to amplified for such…audience. The silent could almost cause the world to go deaf.
"As you can all see, Harry Potter has returned. He was in training over the years and came across to the man who had instilled his fear in our world. They had their final battles and Mr. Potter has ultimately defeated Voldemort. Or, known as Tom Riddle. The battle was taken in place of last week and he had have come to me with delightful news. Today and for the future, he will be our permanent Defence Art of Dark Art. He had passed all of his qualification for the course and to provide Hogwarts its proper education. Please welcome him back and tonight, we celebrate of his victory and his return. However, I must warn you to avoid requesting the story of the battle. For now, enjoy your desserts." He smiled as he looked at everyone.
Everyone was shocked and in disbelief to find out the war was officially over. The nightmares were over…all because Harry went onto a personal training and defeated the man before his return. Harry had has rather been amused by others' reaction and chuckled darkly about it. Albus eyed him to be careful with that laughter of his'. The young man took note of this and helped himself some chocolate pudding.
Suddenly, his mind was on a warning alert and it announced someone's name and purposes.
'Severus T. Snape is attempting to Legilimency'
Harry was already prepared for the mind break in and his head turned over to the man. He saw the man diverted his head from the savior and allowed his dark curtain of hair covered his face and eyes. This had begun to spark things interesting for him and he knew too well how his 'professor' and his' expectation. His head turned to Albus with a small and simple smile.
"I hope you do not mind me leaving early tonight, sir. There is something I must do." Harry hummed.
Albus greeted him back with a smile, "I had a feeling this may happen. Be ready for the morning, my boy."
"Don't worry, I will be here in the morning. After all, my students are curious." He whispered.
Albus nodded and continued eating his sweet cake for the day. The savior stood up and ghost his way out of the table without drawing anyone's attention. He stopped at the end of the table and leaned closely to the potion master behind. He whispered heavily.
"Come with me," He told him.
Severus almost jolted, but the hair has crept up upon him. He had not expected the foolish boy to be sneaking up to him like this. He knew too well how the attention can be drawn if one wrong movement is caused. He followed the savior out of the cafeteria and into the hallways. They walked in silent, knowing something was up, and Severus was rather surprised there was no conversation during their walk. He suspected this had to be private, otherwise they would be talking by now. However, he had to come to realize this boy is no longer a boy. He is a man that had changed completely and nothing like of the father.
Harry whispered a password to a portrait and it opened up for them. They headed into the building and everything was in nothing but black and grey. The couch was dark grey, the bed filled with black blanket and pillows, the books were painted black, and the chairs were grey. Other than that, the desk was wooden material in oak material. The fireplace was the same color as Hogwarts' building. The floor was smooth oak wood with no rugs to hold.
Once the door was closed, Harry helped himself to his kitchen and made himself a cup of tea.
"I did not appreciate the Legilimens attack on me and I know it was you, Snape." He had gotten straight to the point.
That what was Harry had wanted from Severus. He should have suspected the head movement was a purpose. He stood in front of the young man and kept quiet for a brief moment. Harry stirred his tea and waited to see the result.
"I had to see the truth first before I believe the words from the mouth, Potter." Severus commented.
The savior hummed and grasped the understanding here. He helped himself to sit down on his long couch and sipped a bit.
"Funny, Umbridge made sure I would not tell lies. Actually, I must not tell a lie." His head shook, "Quite a nasty bitch, but she wanted to make some reinforcement on honest out of me anyway." He shrugged, "I don't doubt you for not believing the truth of his passing away. I don't believe it myself either, but I didn't want the whole story to be known. Albus only knows little and that Voldy is gone for good. I made sure of that and hell, if he returns, there will be a greater sacrifices quick to prevent that."
Severus has not expected of the boy to grow so darkly about himself. Harry was much different than he used to be as a student and there was nothing to say otherwise.
"You sound much worse than your arrogant father, Potter. Perhaps I should tell Dumbledore to remove you immediately." He had warned.
Harry laughed drily, "I'm afraid this is how I am. No worries, though, I am not a repeat of Voldy anyway." He vanished his cup, "I had to be dark because of him, but stronger with all kinds of love."
Severus was not pleased about this. The potion master was caught in his action and paying the consequences by communicating with the young man. More of, an evil boy right now. He was not certain and he knew how Dumbledore favors the boy out of most – besides his most loyal friend.
"You say you did not give the whole story away. Care to tell?" He was curious, despite of the fact the war was over now.
Harry hummed, "I don't know," He had left his words hanging.
Severus had felt this was going nowhere! He had turned and began to head over to the door. The savior's hand rise, fingers curled back with glowing green energy, and Severus was levitate dragged over to the young man. The elder was taken aback by sudden action and his robe and sleeves slid down to his elbow. Harry's hand curled around Severus' wrist and saw the mark at its exposure.
"Let go of me you, insufferable brat!" He struggled to free his arm, but failed endlessly.
The emerald eyes bored at the dark mark, "For so long, I've wondered if you're one of them. So many times, I have been too curious for my own good. Then, I have not seen you in any part. So, why are you his' follower, Snape?"
The man growled, "That is none of your business, Potter! Release me this instant!"
The savior scoffed, "It is my business." He pulled the man closer, seeing their height matched, "I am offering to free you the mark, but I must know the truth of your mark. Draco has his' mark free by me, but it was his choice. He chose to get rid of that mark since he regretted joining. His father too, he has no use for following menace man."
The onyx eyes met the emerald eyes when he heard of freeing the mark. It held great purpose now and he wanted no use of that mark there. He held no loyalty towards anyone.
"What do you want, Potter? In an exchange for removing those marks?" Severus requested to know.
He smirked, "Tell me the truth of your mark."
The elder narrowed his eyes and carefully measured everything. He had no clue what to expect from the boy-who-lived, especially lacking the ideal of the war's ending.
"I was forced, Potter. It's based on survival, but I walked away without him choosing it for me. The headmaster knew the truth and he supported me thoroughly when I was accused of being a deatheater."
Harry's ears heard him out and found the words…unbelievable a bit. He could tell the way Severus has spoken in delicate wording. His fingers curled tightly on the man's wrist, trickling his green energy down on him, and causing painful sparks going off on the Potion Master's arm. The pain grew viciously against the sensitive skin and it turned into a burning sensation.
Severus failed to jerk his arm away and muffled down his screaming from something he could no longer handle. His eyes clenched tightly to bear such…intense electrifying feeling. His breathing has become shorten and losing conscious.
Harry had watched him struggle through this dangerous pain, the mark was fading until to the point only the skin tone was the main purpose. He held no guilt of his action about this.
The elder dropped onto his knee and Harry's hand released him. The man fell onto the savior to prevent a serious fall. Harry's hand slipped through the man's hair and watched him passed out expectedly.
Everything was out for the potion master and now, he is sleeping without pain suffering to continue with. The savior picked him up and carried him to his bed.
A knut for thoughts?