Chapter 11

Lily, who had seen the billowing cloak, became somber. She knew the reason he started off was because of one other person sitting at the table with her. She knew hat his was the first time in his life that he witnessed firsthand, the affection between mother and son. This was all coming from the only person he'd ever loved, giving it to her own child.

"Mum..." Harry whispered.

"Come on, let's get you back to school," she replied.

The mothers took their children by the hand and led them back towards the castle. Snape never realized that Lily was following him. People in Hogsmeade were too intimidated by him throwing his cape around to say anything.

When they arrived, the mothers kissed their children on the foreheads, but before they left, Lily had one more thing she needed to do. She saw a familiar figure stalking down the corridors.

The man reached his bed chamber and removed his cloak. He threw the cloak to a darker section of the room and flopped down on the bed. After laying there for a few minutes, he sat up and did something he hadn't done in many years; he cried.

After a few minutes, there came a knock upon the door. In stepped that familiar red headed woman he'd longed to be with for so long. She was relieved that she'd finally caught up to him. She could see the tears in his eyes and this was coming form someone she'd never seen during before. Despite this, she had only one cure for it. She grabbed him but the shoulder and held him in her arms as he cried.

"Lily..." he choked through his tears "I..."

"Shhh..." she soothed. "Sev, it's all behind you now."

Snape felt so at ease in his friend's arms, he was could barely remember the pain he was going through.

Unbeknownst to him, but knowst to us, they were being spied on by one familiar man with long blonde hair, slinking in the shadows. Do I even need to say who this was?

"Oh, isn't this just precious," he chucked to himself, before taking a picture of the whole scene.

When the camera flashed, the culprit left before they could notice him.

He was clutching the hand of a small, spindly creature with green tennis ball-like ears, a pencil-like nose, and long, bat-like pointed ears. Before long, he let go of the creature's plan to get caught up in his evil laughter for a few minutes. heard his master's evil guffawing and formulated a plan of his own; to warn Harry Potter of the impending danger before Lucius Malfoy could actually think of anything.

If you don't recognize this little guy that came out of nowhere, his name is Dobby. He was a house-elf for the Malfoy family, who took whatever abuse was given to him. When he heard that the Potter family was still around, he had hopes and dreams of working for them and leaving this cruel life behind.

If you think it was too late in the game to bring him out of nowhere, remember; some things, most notably the invisibility cloak and the marauder's map, serve no other purpose other than to say, "Hey, remember these?"

Really, I'm just doing this for two reasons. One because, I need a way for Lily and Snape to cement their friendship. Two, I've gone on too long about Snape. This story is about Harry, not him.

Anyways, after dinner, Harry went up to his dorm to find Dobby jumping on his bed. He cleared his throat, Dobby turned and politely introduced himself.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Dobby has come to warn Harry Potter that terrible things are about to befall him and his mother," Dobby explained.

"What sort of things?" Harry asked "Who's plotting them?"

"Dobby cannot say, sir," He replied "Dobby left before his master could actually plan anything."

"Your master?" Harry queried.

"The master of the wizarding family Dobby serves, sir," Dobby replied

"Well, why can't you sit down to talk," Harry offered.

How do you think Dobby reacted to that?

After bawling his eyes out for less than a minute, just exaggerating there, Dobby regained his composure.

"Harry a Potter is very kind, sir" Dobby remarked "Dobby has always wanted to work for Harry Potter's family."

"So why don't you?" Harry offered.

"This sir..." Dobby explained, gesturing to a pillowcase he wore as a loincloth, "...is the mark of a house-elf's enslavement. Dobby can only be free if his master presents him with clothes."

If you're expecting me to free him myself, don't expect me to peep too early.

After writing that part, as well as a few extra tender moments, I've finally come up with a "kind of" dastardly plan. Lucius and young Drakie-poo would dig up some dirt on some old friends with that picture of one of their tender moments. They'd send it to Minister Cornelius Fudge and pass it off to confirm that a good mother was, in fact, doing more than fraternizing with a Death Eater. Even if the plan made sense, all Fudge cared about was the gold that Malfoy had in his pocket.

I don't even need to describe how that scene played out.

One day, Harry was playing his guitar and singing, as Hermione lay on her stomach, listening intently to his sweet music, don't take that the wrong way. It had been awhile since Dobby came to him and he thought he finally got it out of his head. It did Harry good to get a smile out of Hermione. When she did, he began to wonder if his sister was right that Hermione would be his girlfriend. The whole idea sounded tempting, he was just too embarrassed to talk about it. Still, he had to smile back at her and she had to move close to him.

All of a sudden, a camera flashed again. The two friends looked to find the culprit, to no avail. In a dark corner of the room, a giggling red headed eight year old was clutching a photo from an enchanted Polaroid camera. She then wrote "Girlfriend Alert" in red marker on the white border.

How she got there wasn't my doing.

The next day, Harry received the photo in the mail with "Girlfriend Alert" written all over it. All of a sudden, it grew larger and hovered over the great hall, for all to see. All of the Slytherins howled with laughter, excluding Snape, who was trying to stifle his laughter. The picture then turned into a note, which read,

April Fool's, Big Brother!

Harry wasn't completely humiliated by the whole thing. He would have been if Draco Malfoy did it.

"Hey!" Malfoy just shouted at me.

"Can you hear me now?" I joked.

Malfoy angrily stalked off, to which I replied, "That's right, Drakie-poo! Go running home to daddy!"

If anyone could hi-five me now, it would be most of the Gryffindor boys, so I let my giant hand down from the sky.

Malfoy fumed as he stalked down the corridors like a two year old.

"I've been humiliated for the last time," he grumbled.

"That wasn't so humiliating," I teased.

Malfoy held his wand, but before he could curse me, I stuck one of my giant fingers in his wand. As a result, the wand blew up in his face. Everyone in the Great Hall came to see the explosion. When they arrived on the scene, they saw Malfoy charred and covered in boils, pimples, enlongated teeth, you name it. His clothes were ruined and he was barfing up slugs and all the works.

"Now that's humiliating," I remarked, making everyone laugh even harder. I held my hand out for double hi-fives.

Malfoy, having never been so upset before, disappeared all of a sudden. People were shocked to see this happen, all of a sudden, but were relieved to see him gone.

Ain't I a stinker?

Anyways, Malfoy decided he could never show his face again, until he, his father, and he world's biggest windbag extracted their revenge at the end of the school year.