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Searching
Perserverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another ~Walter Elliot, The Spiritual Life
The next day Harry, Ron and Hermione were just wandering around the castle on a particularly pleasant Saturday afternoon, the thought of Snape still deep in their minds, but the laziness of the day prevented very much productivity. Finding their usual sitting area on the castle grounds, the sun's rays warmed the air, but not unbearably so. Harry found his mind wandering away from the topic at hand.
"What are we going to do?" Harry asked a little wearily.
"I don't know mate. I'm still getting over the fact you want to help Snape. He's tortured you for 6 years! He's hated you since you got here!" Ron replied.
"Ronald! It's perfectly normally for Harry to be affected by the memories he saw. If Harry wants to help we should be there for him no matter what," Hermione scolded.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said quietly. How was he going to convince Ron? He knew if he told them about the dream they would think he had gone completely mad. Harry decided he would leave Ron to decide on his own.
Just then, Snape strutted past the open corridor near them. He avoided their gaze entirely, and stranger still, did not find any reason to threaten them with detention or deduct points.
"Git is messed up," Ron said none too tactfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew there was no way Ron would ever be tactful.
"Well Professor Snape just had one of his most hated students," Hermione said with an apologetic glance at Harry who shrugged it off, "glance at secret memories only he has seen. Of course he'll be avoiding Harry."
Harry wasn't paying attention to the conversation between the two anymore. He was looking at the lake thinking of a solution to get Snape to talk. He was nowhere near his solution when a blonde haired girl walked by the lake, her dirigible plum earrings swinging at her step. Getting up from his spot, Harry went after her.
"Luna! Hey Luna!" Harry called.
Luna turned to find the source of the voice, smiling when she saw Harry approach.
"Hi Harry," she said serenely.
"Do you mind if I ask a favour, Luna?" Harry asked.
"How can I help?" Luna replied.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone about this," Harry said quietly. With a nod from Luna, he continued. "We need to use the Room of Requirement to look for some books. I saw some memories of Snape's and I want to help him. Do you have any suggestions?"
Luna bit her lip and looked thoughtfully at Harry. Finally, she spoke. "I don't know yet Harry. I could write to my dad and ask if he's back from his trip," she said. "He's hunting Yerlingas you know," she added.
Harry was a little disappointed. Luna was different than everybody else, and that's exactly why he asked her. She was trustworthy, and her different point of view would offer a new way to look at things.
"Thanks anyway Luna," Harry said.
"Harry, I might have the solution. Tomorrow after lunch, meet me here and I'll tell you if I found an answer," Luna instructed.
Harry nodded and went to go tell Ron and Hermione.
"The bloody git better be avoiding us still tomorrow," Ron said to the news.
"And who might be the bloody git?" A cold voice said from behind them.
Damn! Harry thought as he turned to see Snape glowering over them.
"No one sir," Hermione squeaked.
"5 points from Gryffindor for language, if another slip up occurs, I will not hesitate to take away more." Snape glare was returned by Ron only. Hermione was looking at the grass and Harry was looking on with a bit of concern for Snape. It made Snape feel very uncomfortable, so, making the best sneer he could, he stalked off again.