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Chapter 9 - The Morning After
Harry awoke to find himself on his bed still in the same position he was when he fell asleep. 'What the?' He looked down at himself, trying to find out why he was still in his clothes. Then, what he was told the previous night began to soak in. His mother was a seer, she'd known about him, and saved his life before he was born. Snape is a noble man, who new, he was to have Snape as a guardian, scary, and Lupin is looking for something with Snape...everyone is getting along. "Did I enter a parallel dimension, or did everyone put something in their potion?" Harry said, thinking everyone had gone insane.
He spread the curtains and looked around the room. The Gryffindor colors were spread around the room: there was a small desk in the corner of dark oak and rugs on the floor of burgundy and gold. The window drapes were in burgundy and the sun was rising. He looked to the night stand next to him, 7:37 am.
'Bloody Hell! Im supposed to be in the Great Hall by 8 am!' He thought. Then Harry jumped out of bed and ran to the shower.
Meanwhile...
"Ron, quit your griping, this is not early! It's just passed 7:30 in the morning!" Hermione said, trying to nuge Ron awake at the table in the Great Hall.
"Mione, let me sleep, I have a funny feeling that were going to be shopping awhile, and then be up all night. I need my rest!" Said Ron, very heavy eyed and yawning.
"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Hermione finally gave up and let Ron put his head down on the table. He was snoring within seconds. She scowled at his sleeping figure, then smiled and ran her hand threw his rich red locks. 'I really do love his hair...' She thought.
Mrs. Weasley looked on from across the hall. Her and Dumbledore had matching twinkles in their eyes.
"I fondly remember you and Arthur having that same conversation." Dumbledore said, the twinkle blinding.
"Poor Ron, he's been in love with her since first year...He fell hard just like his father..." Stated Mrs. Weasley, "Though his father didn't take nearly as long as he did." She said, with a hint of bafflement.
I also remember another young girl falling for a young boys hair..."Dumbledore said fondly, thought the twinkle dimmed a bit. "Lily was such a sweet girl. I really miss her Molly, I really do." Dumbledore turned to Mrs. Weasley, a single tear running down his face and into his beard.
"I know Albus, she was a beautiful girl. You must have been so proud..." Mrs. Weasley said, touching his arm and smiling.
Meanwhile...
'He must have been out of his mind! He should have left Lily to be cared for and went back to the dungeons all those years ago. Then I wouldn't be in this situation.' Snape thought. He tuned the corner and started up the stairway from the dungeons. 'Potter's guardian, what in the hell was I thinking all those years ago. I was a Slytherin. Not a bloody noble, here I come to save the day, Gryffindor.'
"Out of my bloody mind..." Snape mumbled.
"Of course your out of your mind, you're a greasy Slytherin git. What did your expect?" Lupin said from the top of the staricase. Though he said it with a smile on his face. He never got the chance to really tease Snape in school, that was James and Sirius' job. His good mood dimmed at the thought of his two best friends dead. He always did. But at least he was giving them a good laugh in heaven. Lupin smiled at the thought.
Seeing Lupin smile, made Snape want to smack him. He never really had a problem with Remus, He just thought he had poor taste in friends. "And how are you this fine morning Moony? Not chewing of a bone, I hope?" Snape said, but with a quietly domineering smile on his face.
"I am very well, Snivellus, thank you for asking." Lupin said
"I always wondered where you got Snivellus from. You guys had such hatred for me...why?" Snape asked Lupin, trying to be civil.
"I really don't have the faintest idea. I know James hated you early on because Lily talked so much to you even though you called her a mudblood. He really hated when you called her that. Why did you do it?" Lupin asked, more curious that angry at this point.
"I don't rightly know. I was in Slytherin, what do you expect! I was a shit."
"Yeah, no shit! Pardon the pun..."
They continued this conversation all the way into the Great Hall.
Harry, watching from the staircase above, came to the conclusion that there was something in the air. 'Everyone has gone mental!' He thought. He continued down the staircase, shaking his head.
Sorry it took so long, AGAIN! Blame it on a research paper...
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