It's been a while and since then I've had a PM from KyuubiKitten asking what school year the action takes place in. We're in sixth year here, and will be until further notice. I'll put another A/N at the start of the chapter when we move forward into their 7th year.
Friday 6th September 1996
15:05
Disused Classroom
Transfigurations Corridor
Hogwarts
I'd agreed to meet Harry here since I hadn't been able to see him last night after the whole Pansy thing. Well I could have seen him, I probably should have gone up to his dorm to talk to him, but I was in the wrong place. My mind was whirring with possible scenarios and a thousand worries. Now though, though I was still rather stunned, I knew I'd be able to focus on whatever Harry wanted to talk about.
The classroom was rather dusty so I opened a window and cleaned up with a spell as well as I could, but my effort would never live up to Mrs. Weasley's standards. Still it was clean enough to sit in and the air was clean enough to breathe.
Harry poked his head round the door, smiled and then walked in.
"Hi," he said and sat down next to me at an old desk
"Hey," I smiled back, "You alright?"
"Yeah. About last night…" he began and began to pick at the hem of his sleeve.
"Yeah?" I asked.
He shifted in his seat and then mumbled something about Sirius and Sev. I didn't quite hear it so asked him to repeat himself. Sure enough I'd heard right the first time as impossible as it seemed. "I told Professor Snape he was more like a father to me than Sirius," he said more slowly than before
I took a moment to absorb the news.
"Since when?" I asked.
"Since he tucked us in at night, made us breakfast in the mornings and dinner in the evenings. Sirius never did any of that. He let Hermione and me fend for ourselves," he sighed. "Is it really bad? I mean, he was Dad's best friend."
I wasn't sure how to answer to be honest. I had a pretty dire relationship with my father, obviously, and I didn't know what a mother was either even though I'd had one for the first year of my life so family dynamics weren't really something I could advise on.
"I think they would have just wanted you to be happy," I decided to say. It was a safe bet. I was sure my mother would want me to be happy if she were still alive.
"Even if I chose Severus over Sirius?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"But he didn't seem happy at all!"
I laughed. "I've rarely seen Sev surprised, Harry, but I bet you surprised him last night."
He nodded and thoughtfully looked at his hands. "Hey, Abigail, do you think that after the war he'd let me live with you?"
My laughed instantly dried up. After the war, the war he would not survive. The Dark Lord must kill Harry when he's at his most vulnerable. Harry need not know until then.
"Abigail?"
"Sure," I nodded and swallowed my tears for now. "It'd be great."
"Abigail, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said and shook my head. "You just made me remember something about the war that's all. I have to go tell Sev," I lied.
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Next time... I'm writing the chapter now, so far they're eating lunch and people are whispering about something in the Prophet. I'm thinking I'm going to write in some Umbridge (she's deceptively fun to write) perhaps some Hagrid and I'll throw Lynx in there too.
J.K. Rowling wons Harry Potter. Obviously.
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And now that I'm about to go back to writing I've just been called down for dinner. The world is cruel.
EDIT: date/day nothing else. Edits of this nature now over.