A/N: I can't believe I've managed to finish this one early! But made it! I really really struggled with this year for whatever reason. Initially this was the chapter I was most excited to write, but actually writing it; yikes! Anyways, its done and hopefully you guys enjoy it! I'm going to get started on year 4 sometime before the end of this week, but I'm probably not going to make it to posting it this week as well like I was hoping. But I will get it finished as soon as I possibly can. In the meantime, here is Prisoner of Azkaban!

There were a few things of which Severus Snape was certain. The first was that he'd been an utterly foolish young man. The second lie somewhere in the fact that Albus Dumbledore -unique and infuriating man though he was - had more than earned Severus's loyalty and trust. The third thing he found certainty in was the fact that he must assuredly was not jealous of the bloody werewolf.

Yet as he walked into the staff room on Friday night and saw Lupin chatting easily with Minerva in the chair that Severus usually occupied, he certainly had to assure himself that the pit forming in his stomach had nothing to do with jealousy.

Falling into the armchair furthest from the Fire and, subsequently furthest from Minerva, Severus attempted to temper his emotions. Despite his best intentions watching the two talk with a familiarity he'd never achieve burned the Potions Master. Severus angrily plopped the bottle of elf made wine onto the table beside him. The clinking of glasses alerted the others that they were no longer alone.

"Good evening Severus," Lupin said acknowledging the Potion Master's presence with a smile.

"Lupin," he returned tensely.

"Remus and I have been discussing his first week," Minerva began, "seems as if someone else is in need of a weekly habit."

Unconsciously, Severus tensed at her proposition. The Potions Master had no intention of sharing his Friday evenings with the best friend of his rival. Little of his internal turmoil displayed across his face as he replied, "How very telling. And here I thought you'd been the hit of the school."

Lupin paled slightly at the reminder of his actions earlier in the week. Throwing a sheepish grin in Minerva's direction, Lupin shifted in his seat. "Yes well, popularity doesn't mean that they always listen to me."

"Yes," Severus sneered, "I imagine it is rather difficult to teach while the students believe themselves to be friends with their professor."

"Oh, hush Severus," Minerva scolded lightly. "As if you didn't struggle your first few weeks."

Duly chastened though he was, Severus couldn't contain his smug smile after getting a dig or two in at the werewolf. Either completely unaware of the animosity sitting heavily in the air around them or determined to bring some semblance of cordiality between the two (Severus would wager all his money on the latter over the former), Minerva continued attempting to make small talk with her two former students.

Much to Severus's dismay a flick of her wand procured another glass and another flick filled the three glasses to their brims. Over the years there had been a few professors who joined them for an occasionally Friday night, but those evenings had been (thankfully) few and far between. He and Minerva had an understanding that he shared with few other individuals. Only one other actually, he reminded himself. He wasn't certain he could handle sharing his evening of unwinding with a man that he came just shy of hating.

"Any students in particular giving you a hard time, Remus?" the Head of Gryffindor asked, sipping from her drink and ignoring the glares Severus shot her.

"None that I can't handle," Lupin supplied with a quiet confidence that hadn't been present so many years ago.

Minerva fixed the Defense professor with a sharp look. "Just know that if you have any specific issues, you can have a discussion with that student's Head of House. We are all more than happy to support you. Even Severus," the infuriating woman added the last with a swift glance at Severus that discouraged him from making any comments to the contrary.

Severus rolled his eyes before begrudgingly agreeing. He could hardly imagine how hellish his first year would have been if Minerva hadn't gone to bat for him all those years ago. Regardless of his dislike for the man, Severus couldn't dismiss a direct request from the woman who'd done so much for him.

A few of the dark patches surrounding the man's expression seemed to lighten at the offered help. "Thank you both."

As the two Gryffindors picked the conversation up once again, Severus leaned back into his armchair and blocked out their voices. Disgust filled him at the prospect of helping Lupin in this area as well. Despite the hopes of Minerva and Dumbledore, his hatred for the werewolf had not lessened over the years since they roamed these halls as classmates.

Instead it seemed that his dislike of the man had only grown. Knowing how close Lupin had been to Sirius Black only heightened that dislike and engendered a great deal of mistrust. Dumbledore might think he was being clever by collecting all of Black's potential targets in one area, but Severus found the idea of inviting one of Black's closest friends into Hogwarts insane. Lupin had yet to prove himself trustworthy and the man's inability to stay away from Potter didn't garner any votes of confidence from Severus.

Sighing to himself, Severus downed his glass and decided to call the evening a failure. He'd much rather while away his time in the confines of his private rooms than endure Lupin's asinine conversations. Excusing himself on the rather weak excuse of having papers to grade, the Potions Master made his exit. If he thought he caught a glimmer of disappointment in Minerva's gaze as she bid him good night surely, he was just imagining things.


He'd obviously had far too much to drink this time around. But for the moment said intoxication seemed to be pulling him from the sour mood that had plagued him all week.

Observant though she was, it had taken Minerva several years to notice that the weeks surrounding Halloween usually found the Potions Master in a dark mood. In all the years he'd been teaching at the school, Severus had not been to a single Halloween feast. On the few that had landed on a Friday, she'd found him three sheets to the wind by the time she made it to the staff room. There had been several weeknight Halloweens that Minerva had found him in similar fashion.

The only difference tonight was that he hadn't quite reached the level of drunkenness she was accustomed to finding him at. This year had been rather trying for Severus already, and knowing how dangerously his mood tipped this time of year, Minerva had set out to find him instead of attending the feast.

"Severus, we really must talk about your obvious drinking problem," Minerva quipped as she fell into her normal armchair.

Shooting a glare at her from behind curtains of lank black, Severus nursed his glass of Ogdens. "I do not have a drinking problem," he responded with slurred words.

And just like that the sour mood returned. Minerva rolled her eyes. "Yes, and I'm Merlin."

"Wonderful to meet you," he sneered, "personal hero of mine, you are."

Huffing at his sarcasm, Minerva flicked her wand producing her own glass. "Well if I can't steer you away from your destructive ways then I'll just have to join you."

"About time," he muttered into his glass.

Noting the half empty bottle of Ogden's Minerva tutted softly before taking part in this breaking of tradition. As she sipped, the head of Gryffindor took stock of her morose friend. In all her years as his colleague she'd never seen him disheveled while drinking and tonight was no exception. Severus remained carefully guarded even while drunk. The only telling signs of intoxication were the slight red tinge of his cheeks and the far-off look in his eyes.

Deciding he was too far gone for actual conversation, she settled for pleasant reminiscing. "We've spent many a Halloween like this haven't we."

Severus merely shrugged in response, his black gaze locked on the dancing flames in the fire place. It seemed there was little possibility of lifting his mood tonight.

"When I was younger, I used to love Halloween," Minerva said mostly to herself in order to fill the evening with some semblance of normalcy. "All of the mischief and fun, not to mention the sweets. Of course, we weren't allowed to celebrate it at my house." The slight inclining of Severus's head in her direction indicated that that had perked his interest. "My father was staunchly against it," she informed. "Believed it was the height of pagan rituals, which really was odd considering his marriage to a witch. But it was one of the rare nights my father would indulge and bring us home some treat or another."

"How lovely," Severus sneered, thoroughly ruining her joy at such memories.

"Do you have any Halloween traditions besides drowning yourself in a bottle?" Minerva snapped.

Severus snorted without humor. "Let's see," he drawled, lengthening each syllable with the slightest of slurs. "My father was usually too drunk on holidays to pay much attention to my mother or I which I guess is a good tradition in and of itself. At least those nights all we had to do was get his moronic ass onto the couch. He rarely had it in him to get violent on those days-"

"Violent?" Minerva asked, startled by such honest revelations.

The dark smirk that appeared on her young companion's face held too much anger to be considered anything close to humorous. "He could be a right bastard when the mood struck him," Severus supplied, "and it struck him quite often."

Minerva felt her stomach fall somewhere close to the region of her feet. She'd always suspected that Severus's home life had been less than perfect – he'd been far too antisocial and twitchy as a student for her to suspect anything less – but she'd never had any kind of confirmation. And he'd always cleverly evaded her until now. "Your father hit you?"

"Don't act so surprised," Severus sneered. "You at least had suspicions of that when I was a student."

"Suspicions yes," Minerva admitted slowly fixing her charge with a long look, searching for any sign of betrayal at her words. Severus would be mortified to having admitted this come tomorrow morning, but she couldn't find it in her to be upset over that. The young man had obviously carried these scars around for far too long. "But I never had anything concrete enough to act on. You've always been a clever bastard and I'm rather certain that you had no desire for me to find out until just now."

To her surprise, something close to a true smile tugged begrudgingly across his face. "After all these years, I guess you know me too well."

"Not well enough it would seem," Minerva countered.

Severus raised his glass in apparent agreement. Time passed slowly as the two companions sat in front of the staff room fire.

Shockingly, it was Severus who broke the silence first. "A friend and I used to sneak down to the kitchens after the feast and bribe the house elves for extra cauldron cakes."

Smiling to herself, Minerva put on her best stern professor voice. "Surely as employees of this fine establishment, they refused such rule breaking schemes."

"Always thought I was too skinny. They never denied us," Severus winked.

Before she could properly scold him for such actions, the staffroom door burst open admitting Professor Burbage. "Professors," the breathless woman called urgently. "The Headmaster has requested that you both meet him at the entrance to the dungeons."

"What's the meaning of this Charity," Minerva questioned.

"Sirius Black has been sighted in the castle. He attacked the Fat Lady's portrait!"

Minerva and Severus were on their feet in an instant, all thoughts of confessions and drunkenness forgotten. Remarkably steady on his feet, Severus led the way out of the staff room. Neither professor looked back to make certain their messenger followed as the dashed down the corridors to the dungeons.


Remus Lupin's arrival threw more than a few obstacles into Severus's daily life at Hogwarts. He'd thought the man's insipid boggart display at the beginning of the school year would be the worst he had to endure. Between the humiliation at being turned into a laughing stock among the third years and the anger from Minerva over the fact that one of her student's boggart turned out to be Severus himself, that incident had been an absolute nightmare for him. Of course, at that point, he hadn't taken Dumbledore's orders to create the wolfsbane potion every month into account. Brewing that monstrosity of a potion turned out to be a challenge even for his formidable brewing talents.

The worst part of it all was that the decade long tradition of Friday night drinks was once again on tenuous ground. A fact that though, he loathed admitting it, left an ache in his chest and a hole in his days. Minerva's insistence on having Lupin attend such drinking sessions – in order to both help the young man feel included as a staff member and in an attempt to forge a relationship between he and Severus – and Severus's own inability to attend some Friday evenings due to the thrice damned wolfsbane potion, left him missing out on his favorite habit far too often.

With dementors surrounding the school and Sirius Black's break in, it was easily turning into one of the worst years of his stint at Hogwarts.

Several days in to term Severus had also discovered that he'd be responsible for teaching any classes that Lupin missed. While he enjoyed the idea of taking over the position, he'd avidly sought for so many years, Severus did not enjoy the extra workload. However, he did see the possible benefits of such opportunities. Astonishingly he'd rather enjoyed insulting Lupin in his own classroom, despite the third year's obvious despair. It might even be possible that one of the dunderheaded fools would understand his topic of choice. Only slightly, but possible none the less.

Sitting in front of the fire place of the staff room for the first time since Halloween it seemed as if his good day would come to a swift end. Minerva entered the room in a righteous fury like only she could. Fury whipped around her like a visible cloud, causing the few other souls unlucky enough to be present to make quick exits. Being made of something far sounder than those who fled, Severus held his place without flinching. Yet even he felt the smallest slivers of fear before he was able to appropriately squash it.

"What exactly were you thinking," Minerva began without preamble.

While the angry Gryffindor refused to sit, Severus remained steadfastly in his seat. Affecting an air of boredom, he replied with every ounce of sarcasm he could muster. "That something stronger than wine would be needed for tonight."

Minerva's lips formed the thin line that usually served as a warning to the recipient. Severus found that he was far past fearing the formidable woman's anger. "You've single handedly placed a valuable member of the staff at jeopardy of losing his job and you don't see any issue with your actions?"

Shrugging Severus folded his hands together and peered at his opponent over steepled fingers. "I don't know what you're talking about Minerva-"

"Let me stop you right there Severus. You've done some questionable things over the years, but I've always held my tongue."

"I must have missed that," he snapped.

Minerva continued as if she'd never been interrupted. "But this time you've gone too far. Using your position to influence and out a man for an affliction he has no control over. That's low even for you."

Despite his earlier assertion to keep his temper calm, her final comment caused him to bristle. "Low for even me is it?" he asked, noting the waspish quality of his voice but unable to bring himself back into complete check. "Because as Head of Slytherin, I'm somehow expected to perform at a certain level of immorality?"

"Not as Slytherin, but perhaps as someone whose own life choices should ingratiate him to the struggles that others might face," Minerva responded without flinching.

Rage coursed through him at such insinuations. "My life choices do absolutely nothing to ingratiate me to a man who hides behind the power of others in hopes that he won't have to make a stand for something."

"You're allowing your petty childhood feud to blind you," Minerva spat.

Admittedly the last time he'd seen her this angry, Lucius Malfoy had been on the receiving end of her fury and he'd been exceedingly thankful to not be Lucius. Yet facing the full force of ire in this moment, he couldn't find it in himself to bow out of the fight. Too many years of being forced to protect the secrets of a man who'd one tried to kill him weighed on his shoulders.

"There's nothing petty about my dislike of Lupin," Severus hissed, leaning forward in his chair to impress his point, "it's perfectly warranted. As far as my choice of topics for the class I graciously covered for him, it is on the syllabus and I have every right to teach what I believe the students should know. If the Headmaster has a problem with it, he can choose someone else to aid the bloody werewolf."

"I assure you that the Headmaster will have a problem when he discovers your blatant attempts at incrimination."

"Then the Headmaster can speak with me about it."

"If you're angry about being asked to take over his classes then, by all means, allow someone else to do it," Minerva ordered.

"Shall I allow someone else to create the potion that keeps him a tame wolf as well? Allow someone else to take on that exceedingly time-consuming process. Perhaps the Headmaster can guilt or blackmail someone else into taking on that," Severus paused allowing his words to sink in past the stubborn front of Minerva McGonagall. "Until such a time, I will do as I please while helping the man towards whom I have a 'petty childhood feud.'"

The barest hint of something softer entered Minerva's expression. "Is it really worth holding on to all that anger, Severus?"

"Yes, it most certainly is," the Potions Master answered. "I'd ask that you refrain from scolding me like this in the future. If I'm to be reprimanded, the Headmaster will assuredly handle it."

His insolence earned him further anger and a glare that could have killed him if looks could perform such tasks. "You're acting like a petulant child."

"Thank you for your valuable opinion and observation. Now if you'll excuse me, I am attempting to drown my week in a bottle."

Noting the dismissal for what it was, Minerva (thankfully) took her leave in a huff of indignation and anger.

Severus drew in a deep breath as the door slammed behind her. His hatred of Lupin could cost him the one friendship he'd managed to build at Hogwarts. He could let go of his anger at the man who'd helped ruin his life in order to hold on to that which he'd worked so hard to achieve. Yet despite all he'd learned over the years, he couldn't let it go. The self-proclaimed Marauders had cost him too much. They'd left scars that ran too deep and Lupin was the only one who remained in close proximity. If Severus got his hands on Sirius Black, he might be able to work through some of those feelings and come to a point of understanding with Lupin. But until such a time, he would hold on to the only thing that kept him from falling apart at the seams.


Hufflepuff had defeated Gryffindor in a splendid match and yet no one could find it in themselves to care. The dementors tended to have such effects.

Minerva still felt the chill of their presence clenching her chest. She'd been reminded of her lost love and how completely and totally alone she was in this world. Despite her rather impressive resolve, she still found herself lingering on the pain that such thoughts brought about.

She thoroughly expected the staff lounge to be empty as most of the faculty were tending to their students or hiding away in their own rooms working through their own issues. Minerva hadn't spent an evening in the lounge since her last fight with Severus. The last person she expected to find at the fireplace was the aforementioned Potions Master. And yet there he sat eyes focused on the back wall.

Unable to draw herself away from the warmth of the room, Minerva squared her shoulders and decided to face the dour man. A quick observation of his soaked cloak and muddied boots told her that he'd most certainly been at the match. She expected that time had not cooled his anger and she doubted that the dementors had improved his temper. What she did not expect was to see obvious tear tracks running down his face.

"Severus?"

Though obviously startled to find himself no longer alone, the Potions Master collected himself remarkably fast. A long-fingered hand brushed quickly across his face attempting to dispel any evidence of such human emotions.

"Stop being ridiculous," said Minerva in a soft voice, "I take it you were at the match as well."

"Obviously," he sneered, before noting the evidence that she was just as affected. "Dumbledore was right to keep those demons off the grounds."

Minerva nodded in agreement. "That many at once…we'll have students in hysterics for the remainder of the day."

"Not to mention the staff."

"Poppy's been passing out chocolate left and right," Minerva added offering a bar of said chocolate to her sullen companion. Taking the peace offering for what it was, Severus accepted the chocolate gladly. "Want to talk about it?" she offered.

"Do you?" he fired back.

"Fair enough."

Once again having mended their fragile friendship, the two sat by the staff room fire consuming something far stronger than alcohol.


Severus was fuming as he stalked the corridors. Ghosts that refused to no amount of time could silence dogged each of his steps. Some fifteen years later and the bloody Marauders continued to haunt him. Lupin was every bit the fool he'd always taken him for if he thought Severus had bought his swift cover up for yet another Potter.

Blind rage drove him down the darkened halls without any real direction. It wasn't enough that Lupin's interference and refusal to accept responsibility for his past actions had allowed Potter to escape unscathed once more. No, on top of that disappointment, he'd been – yet again – humiliated in front of the spawn of his rival. It appeared that not even the grave could keep James Potter from making a fool of him.

Severus clenched his hands doing his best to stop the shaking. This year had been absolutely maddening. Contending with Lupin's arrival and the youngest Potter's constant insolence had been bad enough. Sirius Black's escape only compounded the issues. The man who'd had Lily and James trust and then utterly betrayed them walked free. And apparently now was attempting to finish the work he'd begun twelve years ago.

When being honest with himself, Severus knew that much of the hatred he currently felt towards Black's betrayal had little to do with Black. Severus had been the first to betray her after all. His real anger lay in the fact that Black's actions cost Severus his chance at redemption. He'd turned coat against the Dark Lord in order to save Lily and all his actions had been meticulously undone by Black. A man he'd hated for too many years to count.

Because of Black, he would never get the chance to explain to his best friend how much of an idiot he'd been. How completely and totally ashamed he was that his foolish choices had put her in danger in the first place. The he was so very, very sorry for everything. Black had ruined that and so much more and Severus could never forgive him.

Filled to the brim with emotions, the Potions Master collapsed in a darkened alcove of the castle, certain that no one would actually be wandering the halls at such a late hour. And those who did would have a hard time spotting the black clad figure curled into the shadow filled corner.

Whether he noticed or not a small tabby cat peered out from behind a nearby suit of armor. The cat knew better than to approach the figure. Nonetheless it curled up and kept watch over the distraught professor throughout the evening.


Minerva had witnessed Severus's anger on a number of occasions. Between the few disagreements they'd had over the years and his continuous bickering with other members of the staff, she'd seen his temper flare more times than she could count. However, tonight marked the first time she'd seen him truly enraged. A manic energy spilled from him as he paced in front of Dumbledore's desk.

Minerva had taken her usual seat in front of the Headmaster's desk, but Severus had yet to join sit. Bright blue eyes twinkled from behind half moon spectacles in a manner that, had she not known him better, might have indicated that Dumbledore was unperturbed by his Potions Master's antics. In the long years since she'd first met the magnanimous man, Minerva had learned his tells and she could tell that the Headmaster was concerned.

"It's absolutely ridiculous," Severus ranted never ceasing in his pacing, "you realize this of course? That a well-guarded prisoner would be able to escape without any indication of how he managed it out from under the nose of the most talented wizard in Britain. You had a hand in this Dumbledore."

His accusation was met with a long-suffering look from the Headmaster. "Severus, it's been a long evening for everyone, perhaps it's best to allow ourselves the clarity of sleep."

"No!" Severus roared turning on his heel to glare at Dumbledore. "You helped him escape for whatever reason and you roped Potter into your scheme. Admit it."

Hidden behind the rage and insolence coating Severus's every word, Minerva detected a great deal of betrayal in the man's tone. He'd faced a great disappointment tonight and he blamed that on Dumbledore completely. Whether his accusations had any weight to them or not, Severus was heading into dangerous waters.

"Severus, the man's story held a great deal of truth and I believe-"

Exactly what Dumbledore believed was cut off by a bellow from the Potions Master. "Of course, it held truth! That's how you frame a lie Albus. You coat it in enough truth to make it plausible. It's a talent of mine that you've never hesitated to utilize when it suited you. Yet, despite my loyalty, despite everything I've done for you this year, you've chosen to back Black."

"It is not a choice of one or the other Severus," Dumbledore explained calmly.

Dumbledore's explanations fell on deaf ears. "Then there's the bloody werewolf, who tried to kill me again. But what do you care as long as Black and Potter are safe."

Severus's agitation bordered on hysterics at this point, leaving Minerva feeling as though she might be intruding on something private. Yet something Severus had said, resonated with the Head of Gryffindor. "Again?" she asked, breaking the mounting tension between the two men.

The Potions Master startled in a manner that told her he'd likely forgotten her presence. But he recovered quickly enough. "Yes, again," he growled. "As in for the second time. The first time I was sixteen and Black, Lupin, and Potter got off scot free then as well didn't they Headmaster. Well not this time."

With his final threat looming, Severus strode from the room. Minerva turned a wide-eyed gaze to her mentor. An old weariness shrouded Dumbledore as his eyes lingered on the spot where Severus had hurled his accusations and threats.

"Albus, what did he mean by a second time?" Minerva asked though she was afraid to hear the answer.

Dumbledore sighed in a manner that told her she wouldn't like what she was about to hear. "When Severus, Sirius, James, and Remus were in their fifth year there was an incident," he explained. "Sirius thought it would be humorous to trick Severus into wandering down to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon where he might run into Remus."

Putting a hand to her chest, Minerva felt her jaw drop as the story continued. "When James discovered his friend's actions, he raced after Severus at great risk to himself. Thankfully, he got to Severus in time and saved both his friend and his enemy. However, Severus saw Remus in full form that night."

Finally finding her voice, Minerva asked the first question that popped into her mind. "This was their fifth year?" Dumbledore nodded in reply. "And Sirius was allowed to remain at Hogwarts." This time Minerva couldn't hide the indignation in her voice.

Dumbledore fixed her with that piercing stare that could make her feel like a student once again. "Minerva do not believe for even an instant that I would have allowed Sirius Black to remain at this school if I thought he'd intended to actually harm Severus or any other student. He was a brash sixteen-year-old boy who did not think through his actions. Severus was just as brash and just as foolish for sneaking out without thought to the possible consequences."

"Yes," Minerva began slowly crafting her argument with care, "but surely you can see that to a sixteen-year-old kid who's just been through a traumatic experience it seems like you're choosing favorites by allowing Sirius, Remus, and James to remain at the school."

Dumbledore inclined his head. "Of course. I knew the importance of my decision at the time, just as I understand the significance of my actions this evening."

"You ruined any chance for Severus to trust you in that moment."

"And I solidified the trust of Sirius Black, James Potter, and Remus Lupin as well as several other students. A decision which has plagued me more than you could possibly know until tonight. Severus is angry at the moment, but he also knows that I trust him implicitly. He will come around eventually. Sirius Black on the other hand is in a fragile state of mind after being wrongly trapped in Azkaban for twelve years."

"With all due respect Albus, I don't think you understand how deeply Severus's prejudices run."

"But we can't alienate another ally because of an old feud," Dumbledore pointed out. "If tonight's events tell us anything it is that dark times lie ahead of us. And we must be ready to meet them when they do. Sirius and Severus have bigger roles to play in the coming war. And when the time comes, they will both step up and do what is necessary."

She couldn't argue with him. He had several valid points. And yet- "You're placing a lot of weight on the shoulder of two young men."

"I'm placing weight on the shoulders of far more than just those two, Minerva," he replied with a sad look. "Voldemort will return. And we will all have to decide whether to act or to stand aside and allow evil to persist."

Despite her remaining anger at his decision so many years ago, Minerva knew he was right. It might shock many to know that Albus Dumbledore was merely human and therefore just as fallible as the rest of the world. Giving her mentor a nod and a good night, Minerva left Dumbledore's office on a mission. She had an old habit to indulge in and she knew a certain Potions Master who was in desperate need of a drink.

A/N: Okay, so just to be clear: Remus is one of my top five favorite characters. I absolutely adore him and love exploring the challenges that his character faced during the novels. All of that being said, I know that this story paints him in a bad light at times. That, however, is chalked up to how much of this chapter takes place from Severus's pov. Despite the slightly less than hostile vibes we see in POA, it is obvious that Sev holds on to some pretty serious dislike for Lupin throughout the novels. If he believed that Remus was involved in the prank, it would only heighten his dislike and those scars don't go away easily. So, any anti-Remus vibes you get from this chapter are not intentional on my part. They are, however, intentional on Sev's part. Thanks for reading you guys! Let me know what you think and as always, I'll see you guys in the next chapter.