AN: Yeah, I shouldn't have made you all wait but I don't like to post too often. I know; I'm cruel. I would like to thank EVERYONE who reviewed or added me to their story alerts or favorite story lists EVER. You all rock whole sock drawers. Also, I would like to specifically thank Brucey, one of my bestest buddies, for the fake flame. LOVE YA BRUCEY! I also love my refulgent beta, another of my bestest friend, CONSCIENCE. Without Con Ari wouldn't have her cool 'gangsta' moment in this chap. Yes, she inspired it. Isn't she lovely? As always, I appreciate reviews or any other kind of responses. I love you all to bits and pieces! You all will probably hate me when you read the end of this though. Don't worry. Chapter 5 is already in the works. I've got about 1000-2000 words (I should check that).
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to the series. If I did, Harry would NOT be the main character and Sirius would NOT be dead. Snape would just be a spy for the Order and not be all… evil like. And Draco, well, let's just say that Draco would not only realize the error of his ways but also that he loves me. Yeah, that pretty much covers what would happen if I owned Harry Potter's universe… some of you are glad I don't.
Remus and Sirius left not long after, both claiming they were tired. They both also went to Remus' place. James knew what that meant. That left him and Severus alone.
"Look, Severus, we need to talk," James said with deep, calming breaths.
"About what, James?" Severus asked with feigned innocence. He knew; they both knew.
"Severus, I don't know about you, but I still feel the same way I did all those years ago. If I may steal my own words, I kinda sorta love you, Snape." James' eyes stared widely and hopefully at Severus.
"James," Severus started and the sighed. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
"Look, Sev, if you want me to shove off, if you'll be happier without me then just say so and I'll stop. I just-- I just need to know where we stand. I can't take this limbo anymore." James looked vulnerable and insecure. Those were two emotions that rarely occurred in James Potter.
"It's been so long, James," Severus said softly. It was a scared voice.
"Why are you afraid? The world is a lot more accepting now." James went to take Severus' hands in his own but then thought better of it and let his arms fall lamely back to his sides.
"Why is it that those two can just say 'Oh, you're not a traitor' or 'Oh, you're not dead' and go back to what they had before like nothing ever happened?" Severus asked seriously. There was no sneering tone, no fear in his voice.
"Because, to be honest, they've never had a lot. We were the only friends Remus ever had and the only family for Sirius. They never had that kind of acceptance and love. They need each other profoundly." James knew this like he knew his own name. It was just something that went along with those two. "We had friends and family our whole lives. We had people out there who cared about us at all times. I guess we take that for granted."
"I didn't always have someone who cared about me," Snape scowled.
"Well, when you were younger there was… um, a girl with a flower name," James' face was screwed up in concentration trying to remember.
"Don't strain yourself; if it's not there it's not there," Severus said softly, sweetly and plenty of other adverbs seldom associated with the Potions master.
"Well, you had her and then, not long after the two of you stopped being friends, there was us." James and Severus had never really defined what they had in words. That was the one thing that had scared both of them: defining their relationship. As long as they knew it was there they felt that was all that really mattered. "And, admittedly it's not much but the Death Eaters is like a gang and there are studies that show that people join gangs to feel needed and have people that care about them." James looked hopeful.
"What are you trying to say?" Severus asked dryly.
"Well, I lost my point in there somewhere," James admitted. "Just tell me; tell me what you want." James was back to being vulnerable and hopeful. His hands remained lamely at his sides, this time not even trying to take Severus' in his own.
"I don't know," Severus admitted regretfully. "It's all so sudden, you being alive and wanting all this. I'm just not sure anymore." He sank onto the couch and James could see the stress of the conversation written all over his features.
"It's confusing, all these emotions. But it feels a lot better to know I have them, to remember them, than I ever felt when I was missing my memories. When I didn't have any memories it felt like I didn't have anyone who loved me, who cared about me. None of my friends at St. Luke's knew the real me because I didn't know the real me and so they couldn't care about me, couldn't love me. Sev, it feels good to care about someone, truly care, and to feel that, at least at one point, they cared for me too."
"It's not that I don't care about you, James," Severus said with a scowl usually reserved for when someone was being more stupid than usual.
"Then what is it Sev? I promise you that whatever you have to say won't possibly cause irreversible damage," James stared into Severus' black eyes.
"You're the one who broke up with me!" Severus cried childishly. "You broke my heart! You told me you couldn't take it anymore!"
"Yeah because you became a Death Eater! A freaking Death Eater Severus! Do you remember what I was doing? I was a full-time fighter for the Order! Do you really think that I could have been with a Death Eater!" James defended, childishly fighting back.
"You were with Lily! Do you think it was EASY for me to see you running around with her while I was just your little secret? Do you think I liked that?" Severus was raging.
"I hated it too, you know! And now we don't have to hide. There's nothing wrong with the two of us being together unless you don't want to. In fact, I think I'm going to take out a page in the Prophet to announce our relationship. How much do you think that'll run me? I have Harry's welfare to think about too." James was raving and pacing back and forth.
"Are you quite serious?" Severus paled at the mention.
"If that's what it takes, I'm perfectly serious, Severus. If I can allay your doubts then I will. If it's out of my hands, well, it will be upsetting but I'll get over it." James wasn't wearing his usual joking face. He did look as serious as he said he was.
"We'll have a trial run, I should think," Severus said. "And we must keep it from the Death Eaters. As much as the rest of the world has grown more accepting, they're still quite close-minded about all of that. Of course, most of them aren't exactly straight, to be quite honest, but that's beside the point."
"Of course. Anything you say, Sev," James smiled placidly.
"Do you think the parents would mind?" Severus asked him in the peaceful voice he was using to describe all the conditions.
"What does it matter what the parents think. I'm a parent and I think it's a brilliant idea." James was back to his usual tone that implied most of what he said was mere banter and badinage.
"I quite agree with that statement." Severus nodded emphatically. "So, a trial run it is. Reminds me of old times."
"That it does," James said with a wide grin. He then sat down next to Severus. "It's been too long." Somehow their hands ended up intertwined, though neither knew who had initiated it nor did they care.
"Far too long," Severus agreed.
James Potter sat in the library flipping through a book. He wasn't really paying attention to the book but rather was thinking about Severus. He recalled that they had gone on a trial run the first time around as well. Of course, James couldn't remember exactly when the trial had ended and the relationship began. The two had never officially called it over nor had they ever actually called each other boyfriends or anything ridiculous like that. They felt that it didn't need a definition. It just was.
James put the end of the trial period at the time of The Kiss. They had kissed before it, but that kiss had been special. There had been something about that kiss that had changed everything; morphed it into something much more serious than the 'trial period' had been.
"Hey Dad. What're you doing here?" Harry asked as he sat, or rather plopped, as all teenage boys do, into the chair across from James.
"Just thinking." James replied, coming out of his reverie.
"You have to come to the library to just think?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Had to get out the dungeons," James replied seriously. "It's so… enclosed." He then gave a very dramatic and forced shudder.
"Yeah, I can't imagine living anywhere in the castle but the tower," Harry replied.
"So Harry, I don't know how to say this anymore tactfully, but have you got a girlfriend-- or a boyfriend, I'm not opposed to either." James looked at his son expectantly.
"Geez," Harry said shocked. He was totally unprepared for this question as it had come out of the blue. "No, I don't have either. What about YOU Dad?" Harry shot his father one of those 'Hah! I win!' looks.
"Well, it's not really official but we're on a trial basis," James replied happily. "But I think he'll come around soon enough. He knows he can't resist me."
"Um, who is it?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Oh, you wouldn't like the answer, I don't think," James said sadly.
"Is it Sirius? Dumbledore told me he was back yesterday," Harry said.
"Ah, no, it's not Sirius. Didn't you know he and Remus are together?" Harry's eyes grew really wide at this question.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked.
"Why? Aren't you okay with that sort of thing?" James asked his son.
"Huh? I don't mind. Seamus, he's in my dorm, is gay. We don't really notice it, I don't think." Harry looked a little side-tracked through this little speech. "I was wondering if you were serious about Sirius and Remus being together. I never thought of that."
"Oh, well I don't see why they wouldn't tell you. That is, unless they were afraid that you wouldn't take it well."
"Why wouldn't I like your… person?" Harry felt this question was a little awkward.
"It's okay, I don't know what to call him myself. Um, let's just say the two of you don't really get along too well, from what I've seen." James felt the awkwardness.
"Excuse me," an Asian girl came up to the two. "May I speak to Harry?"
"Ravenclaw?" James raised his eyebrows. "Nice." He then nodded and left.
"Is Professor Potter related to you?" Cho asked Harry.
"Yeah, he's my dad," Harry said nervously.
"Oh, um, well, I was wondering… I know we didn't end things very well last year but, um, I guess I kinda wanted to maybe, um, go out with you again," she mumbled nervously. It wasn't exactly mumbling, per say, but Cho had such a quiet voice that it always seemed like she was mumbling.
"Oh, well, er, I don't really know. Can I think about it?" Harry asked and smoothed his bangs down nervously.
"That's okay. Take your time," Cho said brightly. She blushed a little and then left quickly. Harry let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He sighed and walked out of the library. Harry Potter sure had a lot to think about.
Before anyone knew it, Monday was there. There was a general gloomy feeling around the castle. Monday will do that to people. After lunch, sixth years had Transfiguration. Ariana Morrow had consumed a large amount of sugar during lunch.
"Yo! Professor McG-dawgizzle! What's crackalackin'?" Ariana asked in her best fake gangsta voice. "Professor Mr. Harry's Dad. What's shakin', my man?" Everyone was giving her odd looks.
"What did you just say?" Draco, who was the best at translating Ariana-American English, asked with completely perplexed look.
"Hey Professor McGonagall, what's up? Professor Mr. Harry's Dad? What's going on?" Ariana translated flawlessly. "Of course, that's not a literal translation. American greetings are difficult to translate. I apologize for that."
"You have issues," a Ravenclaw who was passing by.
"What? You need a tissue? Sorry, fresh out." Ariana smiled her sweetest, fakest, most Slytherin smile. The Ravenclaw made a frustrated noise and huffed off to his seat.
"Why, WHY, Zabini, would you give her so much sugar?" Draco asked, wailing in despair.
"Sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" Blaise shouted in defense and truly apologetically.
"Yeah, you were too busy ogling Finnegan to notice anything," Draco muttered under his breath.
"You like Seamus?" Ariana raised an eyebrow. "I thought you liked What's-His-Face from Ravenclaw."
"Naw, he's snogging some Gryffindor," Blaise said dejectedly.
"Eh, he was ugly anyway," Ariana waved it off.
"Who's attractive by your standards then, Miss Snob?" Blaise mocked her.
"Well, that one seventh year Hufflepuff. You know the one I'm talking about. The one who's always doing the Big Brown Eyes and making us all melt?" Ariana asked Blaise.
"Oh yeah, Andrew Bennet, right?" Blaise said and Ariana nodded. "He is attractive."
"Would you two stop this ridiculous chatter?" Draco asked angrily.
"It's your fault for having friends who're all attracted to guys," Ariana smirked. "Does that tell you something about yourself?" she asked mischievously.
"It has proven to me time and time again that I am very much attracted to girls. I'm going to sit in the back today, I think, and snog a nice Ravenclaw." Draco headed off to do just as he said.
"He's just jealous that we get all the attention," Ariana said and linked arms with Blaise before they headed to their seats.
"Zabini's gay?" Ron asked interestedly.
"Of course he is; everyone knows that, Ronald," Hermione replied distractedly. She was busy flipping through the Transfiguration text.
"I didn't know that," Harry muttered.
"Well, you're too busy worrying about You-Know-Who to worry about teenage romance," Ron replied. Harry shrugged, knowing it was true.
"Hey Dad, Professor," Harry said as he walked in and dropped his bag on his father's table. He was getting less and less unnerved by seeing his father spending time with his Potions Professor everyday.
"I should go, James," Severus said and stood up. James used the hand he was holding to yank Snape back to sitting next to him.
"No. The two of you need to get along better," James insisted. Severus scowled and Harry raised his eyebrows.
"I have to take care of a detention from some trouble-making Hufflepuffs," Snape said levelly.
"Have one of your prefects do it," James said.
"And how am I going to tell them to do so?" Snape asked curiously but impatiently.
"Well, Harry can escort you to the common room where you can send one of your prefects to the detention and come back. Unless you want me to go with you," James smiled mischievously.
"Why don't we all go and make it a field trip?" Severus snapped sarcastically.
"Let's!" James jumped up and dragged Severus with him.
"Ari, you shouldn't sit on the table," Pansy said conversationally. "With your weight you'll break it."
"That's rude, Pansy. Apologize immediately," Ariana replied in the same conversational tone. "Goodness knows you're no twig yourself."
"You're just jealous because she's prettier than you, Pansy," Blaise remarked not moving from his position comfortably in front of the fire. The one thing he didn't like about living in the dungeons was how cold it always was.
"And a far better person," Ariana added. "Hello Professor!" She smiled brightly and waved.
"I need someone to supervise a detention, Mr. Malfoy, preferably." Snape got straight to the point.
"Ah, well he's busy off in some unused classroom, I'd expect," she said with a wrinkled nose. "He's always off doing something silly like that." He disgust was further evinced by her nose scrunching up even more.
"What about you?" Snape looked a little desperate.
"Well, as luck would have it," Ariana replied in a grave tone, "I happen to be busy tonight. I'm finding druggies and stealing their money and significant others. That way they can't get high OR do significant other-y things." She smiled widely. "But if you WANT drugs circulating around the school you can make me stop my Jump Street program and force me to watch your ne'er-do-well students."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Snape asked harshly.
"Ah, that, my friend, is the eternal question. But, I'm willing to help you." Ariana turned towards the door that led to the boys' dorms. "VINNY!"
There was the sound of running coming from the hallway and a guy who looked like he'd been napping on his homework popped his head out the door. "Yeah?" he asked in a half-asleep voice.
"Professor Snape needs someone to oversee a detention. You're a prefect and free. Go help." Ariana smiled sweetly and Vinny grumbled but listened anyways.
After Snape left the common room, Blaise remarked, "Now HE was attractive."
"He's straight, hon," Ariana remarked seriously from her seat on the table. "And a dang good kisser."
"So," Harry said nervously. He was okay with his father spending time with the Potions Professor as long as he himself didn't have to. This forcing them to get along thing was completely awkward.
"Was there any point to this, James?" Severus asked in his usual dry and sardonic tones.
"You and Harry need to get along better," James said simply. "So, you're going to list your grievances with each other and we'll work to mend them."
"Do you really think this will work?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Well, everything's worth a shot," James said lamely. He didn't seem to convinced of it himself.
"If something happens to my students in their detention it's on your head, James," Snape said and sat down on the couch next to the Marauder in question.
"All right Harry, come sit across from us," James motioned for his son to sit down in one of the chairs. Harry did so reluctantly.
"Er…" Harry looked beyond uncomfortable.
"All right, Harry, you go first. List all your complaints about Severus in an orderly manner and try not to take too long. Then, Severus can defend himself or list his. It's a very simple process that Moony invented for when Padfoot and I would fight." James smiled proudly.
"All right, er…," Harry thought a moment. "He doesn't grade fairly, he favors Slytherins, he goes especially hard on me because of preconceived notions he's had about me from day one, and he gives out way too many detentions."
"Now Sev, it's your turn," James turned to the man beside him.
"I will defend myself by saying that I do what I see fit to keep my students in line. I adjust my teaching methods to satisfy the needs of all of them." Severus looked uninterested in the whole thing.
"I bet that's just something you say to parents too keep them happy!" Harry shouted indignantly.
"James is your parent, is he not?" Severus asked in his usual dry tones.
"That doesn't matter! He doesn't care about crap like that!" Harry shot up from his chair angrily.
"Calm down you two," James said serenely. "Severus, state your complaints."
"Fine. Harry is rude, arrogant and far too recklessly Gryffindor for my tastes. He struts around the castle with no regard for the rules and acts without ever thinking. And that is just the tip of the iceberg," Severus said in a businesslike tone.
"Would you worry about breaking the rules if an enraged psychopath was after your life every moment of every day and wouldn't stop until your head was mounted on his mantel?" Harry asked angrily.
"Wait, he wants your head on his mantel? That's just disgusting," James wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"If you laid low then maybe you'd be safer," Snape suggested almost mockingly.
"He's after me specifically. Unless I change my name, address and appearance I have no hopes of ever avoiding him. Even that doesn't give me much of a chance." Harry was scowling deeply.
"Can the two of you come to some sort of agreement. You two are so whiney," James slumped down in his chair.
"Are you sure we're the whiney ones?" Severus arched an eyebrow in a very Slytherin manner. Just then, Harry burst into a fit of laughter. He couldn't control himself; he just started laughing.
"Are you okay, Harry?" James looked a little confused at his son's odd behavior.
"I… fine…" Harry managed to choke out between laughs.
"Are you sure?" James looked a little concerned for his son's mental health.
"Y-y-yeah," Harry said finally calming down. "I just finally figured out who your… um… person is." Harry let out a final laugh then sat back with an amused smile on his face.
"You're not upset?" James looked scared.
"Of course not!" Harry cried. "I just don't understand it is all." Harry shrugged.
"I can't explain it myself, son. It just sort of happened about 20 years ago." James looked relieved. "I'm glad that's settled."
"Prongsie! We've mischief to manage!" Sirius sang the next morning when he arrived at James' place.
"It's early, Padfoot," James whined as he came out of his bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"That's the beauty of it," Sirius said enthusiastically. "Now, I think we should crash Sniv's class."
"He teaches Potions; that's dangerous. Plus, I don't think he'd appreciate it too much." James let out a huge yawn.
"Since when do we care what Snivellus thinks anyways?" Sirius asked with the look of a kicked puppy adorning his face.
"Since he and I started our thing," James said, still unsure of what to call it.
"Oh you're no fun. I didn't change how I acted towards Moony when we started dating!" Sirius was pouting.
"That's because you two were friends before you fell in love," James replied easily.
"We need to do something distinctly Marauder-y to celebrate our reunion," Sirius said with a note of finality.
"It's too early to scheme, Padfoot." James insisted.
"Well I've been cooped up at Moony's for the past couple days! I need to get out and do something!" Sirius stretched as if to prove his point.
"I bet you were perfectly happy to be at Moony's these past couple days," James replied. "You probably had the time of your life." Sirius didn't deny this whatsoever. "Well, I'm going to go sleep for a couple more hours. If you want to wait around for me, well then, have fun." James went back to his room and shut the door loudly to prove his point.
"I've got the perfect idea, Prongsie," Sirius said when James walked out into the kitchen for breakfast.
"Padfoot, we're not kids anymore," James said as he pulled the orange juice out of the fridge and took a drink from the carton.
"I know but I'm restless Prongsie. I need to do something decidedly immature." He flashed his charming smile and James rolled his eyes.
"You must be out of your mind, calling me Prongsie like that," James said but sat down at the table where Sirius had a bunch of diagrams and plans spread out in front of him.
"Have you seen my Padfoot?" Remus asked as he stumbled out of the fireplace. He then looked over to the table and rolled his eyes. "I knew he'd be here."
"The Marauders reunited and ready to cause mass mayhem yet again," Sirius said with his impish grin.
"We are?" Remus asked as he sat down with them. "Ah, we are." He had looked down at the diagrams.
"Harry, you really ought to focus on your homework," Hermione said in a motherly way.
"I did it a long time ago, Hermione," Harry said. It was true too. He had finished it quickly in the hopes of spending the evening with his father. Sadly, his father had told him, before dinner, of course, that he would be busy all night so Harry was at a loss for what to do.
"Harry, these grades count towards your career!" Hermione obviously didn't believe him.
"He already finished, 'Mione," Ron asserted with a pen cap in his mouth. Harry didn't know why but Ron had an extreme fascination with muggle pens. Perhaps it was best to stay in the dark about that one.
"Oh, Cho stopped me in the hallway and asked if you had thought about her question at all. What was her question." Hermione had unrolled a piece of parchment and was reading that as she asked.
"Ah, she asked me if I wanted to get back together," Harry said tentatively.
"Oh, that's nice," Hermione said distractedly. When Harry didn't say anything else she prompted, "And?"
"I told her I'd think about it," Harry shrugged.
"Well, what do you think?" Hermione asked exasperatedly.
"I'm not really interested in her anymore," Harry replied uncomfortably. He was really bad at talking about this romantic stuff. "She's pretty and all but we don't really have much in common."
"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried concernedly. "You shouldn't lead her on!"
"Well I don't want to hurt her feelings!" Harry returned with equal parts concern and awkwardness. "I'm going to go on a walk and clear my head." Harry got up and went through the portrait hole. Once he was out of the common room he started aimlessly wandering.
Harry didn't really register where he was walking until he bumped into someone. "Sorry," Harry muttered. He didn't look who he bumped into and had planned on continuing his walk when he was stopped.
"Hello Harry," a dreamy voice said. Luna Lovegood.
"Hey Luna," Harry greeted.
"Did you know that all Cho Chang ever talks about is you?" Luna asked conversationally. Of course, everything with Luna sounded conversational. Harry supposed that the blonde could make questions like a lawyer would ask in a murder case sound like something you'd hear everyday.
"I did not know that," Harry replied in a tone that implied he wanted to get back to his walk. Luna was never good at inferring such things.
"Well she does. And she's very possessive of you. Are you two dating?" Luna looked vaguely interested. Of course, Luna always looked vague. It was a character trait.
"Luna, daaaaaahling," Ariana glided up to the two. "What are we hassling The Boy Who Lived about?" Ariana used Harry's famous nickname in such a joking manner that it failed to incense the boy like it would have had anyone else said it.
"Cho Chang likes him," Luna replied.
"Ah, well I suggest you turn her down. Ravenclaws, barring my lovely cousin Luna, are terrible people." Ariana smiled evilly. "In fact, Miss Chang in particular is one of the worst."
"You two are related?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Of course! You didn't think we were both nutters for no reason, did you?" Ariana asked.
"I can't imagine what family gatherings are like," Harry muttered to himself. In his mind he saw countless blonds staring vaguely and running around hyperly. Harry shuddered at the image.
"So, are you dating Cho?" Luna didn't sound impatient like most people would. It was entirely disconcerting to Harry.
"No. Has she been saying that we are?" Harry asked.
"She acts like it," Luna replied and then walked off.
"Sorry she's so abrupt. No one in the family has any manners but me!" Ariana smiled broadly, waved, and then left herself.
"That was weird," Harry remarked to himself. A portrait next to him nodded.
Harry went back to his mindless wandering and ended up in the library. Once here he took a random book and pretended to read. His mind, however, was not on the reading but rather on his romantic life. He looked around and searched through his brain to try and figure out who he wanted to date.
Harry thought about plenty of girls, in fact, all the girls he knew. The funny thing was, he only saw them as friends or sisters. He didn't find any of them attractive. This made him wonder if he was attracted to guys. It's not like it was uncommon at Hogwarts. In fact, Harry knew for a fact that quite a few of the guys in his year were gay. There was Seamus, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, for starters.
Harry's thoughts on this matter, however, were interrupted by someone sitting down across from him and deciding that they needed to talk to them.
"Hey Harry," Cho smiled shyly at him.
"Oh, hi Cho," Harry replied distractedly.
"So have you thought about us getting back together?" She asked eagerly.
"A little," Harry replied.
"Do you have an answer yet?" Cho asked with even more enthusiasm. Harry vaguely thought that if she got any more enthusiastic, Madame Pince would hush her.
"Yeah, I do," Harry decided.
"What is it?" She looked nervous and excited.
"I can't."
"What?" Cho looked hurt.
"I think I'm gay." Harry was admitting this as much to himself as he was to Cho.
"Oh come on Harry, I know an excuse when I hear it," Cho sounded offended now.
"No, I really think I'm gay," Harry said seriously. Cho glared at him.
"If you didn't want to go with me you could have just said so. I know you can't be gay from the way you kissed me last year," Cho stated angrily.
"Well excuse me for trying to be honest," Harry replied scathingly. He slammed his book closed, stood up, and marched out of the library without another word. Cho just sat there looking stunned.
"That didn't go well," Harry muttered to himself as he walked back to the common room. "Hermione'll be happy though, now that I'm not leading anyone on."
Harry reached the Fat Lady and decided that he was too worked up to go back into the common room again. As the portrait was asking for the password, he turned sharply and resumed his aimless wandering. He was wandering around for five minutes when he wandered into an empty classroom. Well, it should have been empty. It wasn't empty, however.
It was dark in the classroom but Harry could distinctly make out a couple kissing on the old professor's desk at the far end of the room. There were no desks so the classroom was empty save for the couple, Harry, and the desk. As Harry entered, the lights flicked on and Harry gasped. He was shocked out of his mind. For once in his life, Harry Potter could not believe his eyes.