Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
All chapters have been corrected, but I admit that I am just learning English, so please comment and add short stories to your favorites.
- Boy! Down! Now!
Uncle Vernon's loud scream swept through the house at number four and broke Harry out of his thoughts.
"What now?" He thought, not leaving the bed. He wanted to ignore the screams from below for a moment, but knew that in cases like this, one shouldn't overdo it. Experience had told him that in no time the row would have moved here, to the bedroom the male members of the Dursley family have gotten very touchy. Harry suspected it was because of Aunt Petunia's prolonged weight-loss diet. No one has argued harder against the plate with a quarter of a grapefruit.
He sighed, put the picture of Sirius, which he had been staring at for several hours, on the nightstand, got up from the bed, and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, he found his aunt and uncle in quite a foul mood. Dudley sat in front of the television with a sullen expression, staring at an advertisement for chocolate cakes.
- Where were you?! - growled uncle as soon as he saw him
"Upstairs," Harry reply, ready to dodge at any moment. As for contacts with his relatives, he never knew what to expect.
- Where should you be?!
Their charge considered
- Upstairs too? - He took a chance
- BOTTOM! Uncle Vernon roared. He turned his face red, and the pig looked angry. For several weeks you have been sitting in your cubicle, you have become lazy, you are doing nothing! The house looks like a pigsty!
Harry looked around the clean kitchen
"Not to mention your room," my aunt put in. "How does it look?!" It's just a bomb there and it wouldn't make a difference!
- And besides ... - continued uncle - You are not called for dinner just for the pleasure of shouting. Who do you think we are?! Your servants?! And you can say no to yourself and freak out?!
- But I ...
- I am not surprised by him! - Shouted Dudley from the room - I'm also in no hurry to those slime and mush that mom cooks!
- I'm not interested in any twisted explanations! - Uncle not paying attention to the statement of his son punched the table with his fist - How are you behaving, Harry?! You ungrateful, you brat! As long as you live under my roof, you will do as I tell you! What has grown out of you?! And that's how we cared for you, we cared for ...
At that moment, Harry, heartbroken, thought that his uncle, what, what, but he was over-exaggerating on that point.
"Well, do something with that dumpster," my aunt growl, "she pointed to the enormous pile of letters that occupied the entire table."
- Is that for me? Harry was surprised.
"No, to my great-grandmother," my aunt snorted. "Of course it's to you!" From those crazy friends of yours. As if you didn't feel so sorry for yourself ...
"It's not ... '' Harry began
- You feel sorry, Dudley chimed in his word - Because of you, I can't sleep at night!
- ... then you would know that these owls are poisoning our lives - finished aunt - Winged raid every day! I'm sick of this!
- You don't write back to them? Uncle Harry asked.
- What for? He asked.
It was true. Since Sirius died, he had wanted nothing. Apathy overcame him, and they bore him with everything. His heart ached from the loss of his godfather. He could only look at the ceiling. At night, swallowing tears, he looked for Sirius, the Dog Star, in the sky. The mirror was next to the bed. Against all odds, the bit in Harry's soul still believed his godfather was alive and waiting for him somewhere. Neglected letters from friends lay fallow. He couldn't bring himself to write a few words. The matter of prophecy was still unresolved.
- How is it, "for what"?! Uncle Vernon screamed. As you can see, his uncle did not forget Mad-Eye Moody's threat.
"They wouldn't be much wrong," mutter Harry under his breath. Uncle heard.
- You will not pose to me here, stupid puppy! He roared.
Harry felt anger swell inside him
- Then stop interfering with me all the time! - He screamed - I'm sick of this!
He turned on his heel and walked to the door
- In a second! What are you doing?! - Aunt worried. Dudley didn't watch TV anymore. With no regrets, he abandoned an advertisement for washing powders and watched with curiosity as events unfolded.
- I'm leaving! He tossed over his shoulder.
- Where?! After all, you must not ...
CRASH!
He ran down the street ahead. He didn't care where he went, what happened, or what he did next. There was only one thing that mattered. To leave the house alone. For several weeks, he had been feeling bad, lonely, and unhappy. His mentor and friend died. There was an unbearable emptiness in his heart. And a desire for revenge. When the face of Bellatrix Lestrange appeared before his eyes, hatred burst forth. Somewhere in the middle of Wisteria Walk, he realized that someone was following him. The anger had evaporated and fear crept into its place. He walked slower and more cautiously. Sixth sense whispered to him that someone was lurking behind his back ...
- I know you are there! - He exclaimed in a fit of desperate courage - Come out and show yourself!
Something rustled and out of the bushes emerged ... Mundungus Fletcher
"Don't yell like that," he grimaced. "Half of the neighborhood heard you already during the argument with your uncle."
"What are you doing here?" Harry grunt. - I'm just walking.
Harry got upset
- You follow me?! - Asked agitated - The Order is sticking its nose in not their affairs again! Why?!
- How would you ... - the wizard hesitated - Well ... I think you remember that your last such excursion ended in a trial at the Ministry of Magic? You don't want a repeat, do you?
"You're following me again," he drawl through his teeth. "What for?" Mundungus's tongue tangled.
"Well, because the Order ... no, I mean Dumbledore ..." he stutter. "The point is that..."
"Yes?" He asks, Harry.
- Come on, ... he's not asleep. I'm talking about You-Know-Who. We will not leave you like this! And you better go home now!
- I don't want!
- How do you not want it?! - He got indignant, Mundungus - Don't do this to me! My service is about to end. This crazy old woman is sick. I want you to come home so I can find you a replacement.
"I'm not going back anywhere," growl Harry, who didn't feel like it. "Your watch will take a little longer!"
- But I can not! - His guardian yelled "I have an appointment! You will give me a great deal!
- I don't care about this! Harry exclaimed over his shoulder as he headed his way.
The wizard trailed after him like remorse.
- Who am I going to find now?! - He muttered under his breath. "Everyone is busy. The sick was carried to France."
Harry was about to ask who had gone on the long journey, but he remembered just in time that he pretended Mundungus didn't care.
"... they almost blew up their shop ..." continues the wizard with his counting card
Aha, thought Harry. He's talking about twins.
"... this one cannot tear itself away from its slugs again, a tangled back and ...
- Are you done? He interrupted him. He was losing patience.
- ... the service is not so easy - continue his guardian angel "it is difficult to find someone willing and ... Ah! I already know! I know!" He shouted "I will bring Severus Snape here!"
It embedded Harry on the sidewalk.
- What?! He asked in horror and disbelief.
"Severus Snape," repeated Mundungus with satisfaction. "What?" I can see I got your attention at last - he adds, "Wait, I'll bring him back in a minute."
- NOT! Harry cried, but the wizard had just teleported.
Harry panicked. He did not know what to do. He was aware of the care that would be provided. A shiver ran down his spine. I don't think he could withstand another row, teasing and ironic remarks. He waved his hand at his safety, at the lurking around Death Eaters, and ran away. He wanted a moment of peace.
He ran along the narrow alleys at the back of the houses. People ignored him. He thought about getting as far as possible. He wanted to be alone. The man stopped at the river outside the town. He sat down by the water and tried to calm his scattered thoughts. The Potions Master was something he didn't want to deal with. Sirius had helped him, but he was missing. He was left alone ...
He heard a voice and felt a tear in his cheek.
- I'm fed up with this - someone said irritated - we have been looking for a shit for several hours and nothing! He wanted escape and entertainment.
Cool, thought Harry. Something quick, this chase. Have they found me already? "
- I told you! Keep it short!
- Oh, come on! - The woman said the boy wanted to go crazy. He had been home too long.
It's true, thought Harry.
"He wanted to be alone." After all, no Sirius ...
- I'll give him "no Sirius"! - The other screamed, and swarms of pigeons soared. - That he is missing
Sirius does not mean that I have to chase this snowman in the fields!
"I'm sorry!" He was indignant.
- There are a lot of suspicious guys everywhere and this one is wandering. No one knows where!
- Do you see the bad guys? - The woman was surprised, - Because I have none.
On that point, Harry disagreed with her. He looked at the two people walking along the river bank, arguing. He contemplated escaping, but he had to run past them. His fingers tightened around the wand and observed as they approached. Somehow, in the Order of the Phoenix, he could not imagine an old man with a tangle of thick gray hair, armed with all weapons (from which the executioner's ax stood out in the foreground) with a black eye patch and the appearance of a bloody pirate. A beautiful woman accompanied him.
- I should split it with a belt! The stranger boomed.
"For what?" - terrified Harry - That would teach the puppy obedience! It explains to him for so many years and nothing!
Somehow I don't remember their translations, he thought
"Don't overdo it," the woman grimaced.
- But they spoil him like a trashy whip!
Harry cut in.
"Sorry," he said, standing up, "I did nothing wrong, so why do you want me ..."
He broke off as he met their reluctant gaze. A moment later, he was surprised by the woman's reaction. Her eyes widened, she turned pale, she clasped her heart, exclaimed in a hysterical tone: "JAMES!" and she fainted in the arms of her companion.
"What the ..." asked the old man. He stared at Harry for a while, a thoughtful line cut across his forehead. There was a gleam in my eyes.
- Get up! He growled at the woman and rocked her. This is not Potter!
- It's not! She and Harry were indignant. "Not this one, anyway!"
"But ..." she tried to argue.
"I'll show you," he said, and walked over to the boy. Harry tried to jump away but failed. A second later, he was grabbed by the neck, lifted off the ground, and shaken like a sack of old rags.
- You see?! - The stranger boomed - He's too small for James, he's so haggard, I say, besides, he has green eyes and ... Oh! Scar! It must be his famous baby boy.
- Harry! - The woman was glad.
- They're not pampering you here, are they? - Asked the old man, carefully examining the figure of the boy, his too large clothes worn after Dudley and his unhappy face - Good! Tough Survival School is the best thing in life!
Harry squirmed in his mighty embrace with determination as he tried to break free.
- You are not Death Eaters? Asked. The old man released him. He hit the ground and everything in him groaned with the shock.
- WHO?! I?! "The outraged wizard boomed," then you hurt me boy, you hurt me alive! How could you?! Throughout my criminal career, while I have stolen it, kidnapped it and destroyed it, I have never, NEVER been ... Ah! - Here he thought for a moment - Oh no, sorry, I was. I just forgot about it.
Harry took a step back.
"But only for a week," the other said quickly, seeing his expression.
The woman coughed slightly.
"Okay, for two," he grunted. His companion coughed again.
"Let it be three," he agreed.
The witch coughed. The old man cursed.
"Whatever. It was years ago." But I got bored. I quit this job because, for the first time, I was not having fun listening to Voldemort's orders. Second, your grandfather successfully convinced me of the wrongness of my actions by giving me a bad beat.
- My grandfather? Harry repeated, stunned.
"John Potter," the old man's companion interrupted, "He was the best Auror in the world."
"I don't know if he's the best one," the old man scowled dismissively.
The woman leaned over Harry's ears.
"The only one my dad was afraid of, anyway," she giggled.
- What are you purring there, woman?!
- And? - She asked with mock surprise - You thought. There are murmurs of an impending storm.
- Storm! Who do you think I am?! But you're right, the storm will come as soon as we catch this bastard that gives me a white fever - the old man was clearly in a foul mood.
- Who are you looking for? Harry became interested, already guessing that he was not concerned with the previously overheard threats.
"Someone," only the exasperated wizard grunt. - What are you doing here alone? A woman interrupted.
- I ran away from home.
- Forever?
"For a while," he would mutter. "I couldn't stand my uncle anymore."
"Yeah, Petunia and Vernon can do a pretty good job."
- Do you know them? Harry was surprised. "Who are you?"
He noticed they exchanged warning glances.
"We can't tell you," the wizard mutter, "because we have things to do and we need an element of surprise." There will be some guy who will jump out to me with complaints about the past. And it's have time for that right now.
"Don't you think it's not very safe, Harry, sitting here alone?" The woman asked.
He just shrugged his shoulders.
"I understand you are looking for solitude. "she said. "I also often do that. But Voldemort doesn't hunt me."
They know a lot; he thought.
"And I'm curious," says the old man. "How did that jerk return to wizarding?"
"Didn't you hear that?" Harry was surprised.
- We returned a few days ago from Africa. There was no such news there. And we have already encountered chaos and panic. We do not know what happened. All the wizarding newspapers are screaming about the return of this Black Morbid, the re-closure of the Death Eaters in Azkaban. I don't know what a reopening was, since according to my information, they were there all the time. However, they turned out to be outdated.
"We would also like to know how you can die twice," says the witch.
- Twice? - He was surprised, Harry.
Thirteen years ago, the Ministry of Magic informed us that Sirius Black died in Azkaban is because of an unsuccessful escape attempt. This news is very different from this one.
And she waved the Daily Prophet page in front of him, which had a portrait of Sirius Black and an article from a few weeks ago.
"The Ministry of Magic owes us an explanation," the wizard grunt.
"We'll visit Bella too," the woman says, vindictively.
- And Tommy, too!
- But...
- Him too! The old man growled in exasperation.
- Okay. Tommy, too, agreed with a sigh.
Harry didn't ask who Tom was, because he knew what the real name was.
"But how is it possible for Voldemort to regain his power?" Inquired the stranger.
They stared at him and Harry, contrary to his initial intentions, told them the events from the escape of Sirius from Azkaban to the final of the Triwizard Tournament, the return of the Dark Lord and the Ministry's reaction. He spoke of himself and mentioned the slanderous articles in the Daily Prophet. But he underestimated those who stood in front of him as were both great at reading between the lines, and they could see all the sadness, bitterness and regret of the experiences in Harry's eyes. By the time he had finished his story, the old wizard's face was radiating some icy rage and fury. Harry felt insecure.
- I do not forgive! - Croaked wizard - I will kill! I'm this motherfucker ...
- Dad! His daughter flared with indignation.
- ... I will not forgive if anything! - Finished How could they?! I did not think that this h ...
- Daddy! - She warned him.
"hellish?" He tried, looking at his daughter's face, "... that hellish Cornelius Fudge, which I think was never suitable for the Ministry, will be such a scoundrel! Instead of moving the abdomen to look for that devil's litter, he preferred to heat the stool and hunt Black!
- What is done? We have to accept it, said the woman. Now it is necessary to think about you, Harry, about your safety and lest this nonsense prophecy do not turn against you.
Harry didn't understand what she was saying. - Do you know about her? - He asked confused.
The sorceress was confused.
- I? She was surprised. I know nothing and I said nothing.
- But earlier ...
"You misheard, Potter," the wizard growl. "It's just a storm." You have not heard? She had thundered before.
Harry didn't mind being told about the freaks of nature.
- I heard! - He insisted. - And it wasn't thunder.
"Don't you have a family, Potter?" - The old man was impatient - Someone who is waiting for you, worries and wants you to come back as soon as possible?
Harry thought about what awaited him when he returned to Privet Drive and that it was not a concern, and he shook himself.
"Voldemort is still looking for you," the woman put in. "You should be back by now."
Harry shrugged.
- What threat can I face here? - He muttered. "It's so quiet and ...
BOOM!
Something crashed to the ground near them. Behind a clump of trees a hundred yards away, something hissed again. It rattled and exploded. Millions of golden sparks shot up into the air. Dazed, Harry watched as colorful dragons, rockets, and stars bloomed in the sky, all exploding with a mighty, excruciating crash. The whole town was in a hurry when he heard the first screams. Strangers stared at it with a mixture of stupor, sudden understanding, and rage on their faces.
- Damn it! - They both cursed. The woman had taught her father manners.
"What's up?'' Ask Harry.
- Of course, it charms! - The wizard screamed - What were you thinking! That it's fireworks for the Queen's birthday?!
"We know who is doing the trouble." The woman sighed. He's found.
- I will kill the villain! - The old man screamed
- I'll gut it !
Seconds later, another blast and an explosion occurred. Everyone fell to the ground. In Harry's, there was some suspicion.
"It seems like a strange mix," he said. "Kind of like Filibuster Fires and old explosives." Dudley and his buddies found them a few days ago, and it seems they left them here for safekeeping. So that no one would find it. But as you can see, your friend turned out to be better at tracking than they thought.
The old wizard's face looked as if apoplexy was about to hit him.
- Oh, his ...!
- Ekhm! - His daughter grunted - Could you, father, however, not swear? Or, at least ... - she added, seeing his gloomy face - use replacement words!
Her father used substitute words. For the next several seconds, he was screaming something in Arabic (at least Harry thought it was Arabic), waving his arms, and although Harry didn't understand the words, it was easy for him to guess.
- Wait, you! - the furious old man added in English, and he ran towards the spectacle.
- Look, Harry! - The woman said "I have to run, because he is ready to make a bloody slaughter there in a moment. Besides, a swarm of officials from the Ministry of Magic will be here soon. And they won't listen to explanations. Blow on because trouble awaits you.
- And you? - he asked. He had already felt sympathy for these strange two.
- We'll be fine. We will only find these snowman - pyrotechnics and we are gone. Don't get caught, Harry!
And she teleported, leaving him alone.
Harry decided it wasn't a good idea to stand here and wait for the Ministry officials. He had time to think that he might get into a habit of appearing before the Misdemeanor Commission, and he set off to run. He just hoped he wouldn't come across anyone.
When he got to the house, he didn't hear any more explosions. He burst into the living room like a bomb, ready to say hello to his uncle and aunt, and his legs went up to the floor.
In the middle of the living room, wrapped in a black cape, long fingers clenched around his wand, and a pale face twisted in a grimace of rage and anger, stood ... Severus Snape.
- Where have you been?! They both yelled Uncle Vernon as soon as they saw him. Aunt Petunia and Dudley stood against the far wall, staring fearfully and reluctantly at the Hogwarts teacher.
Harry swallowed loudly and took two steps back toward the exit. His voice stuck in his throat ...
- Where have you been? Snape repeated, his crushing eyes fixed on him, "Answer me Potter!"
"By the river," he choked out.
- Where should you be?!
Harry had the vague feeling that they had already asked today, from at least a few people.
- At home? - He took a chance.
- That's right - the potions master said "And what were you doing by the river?
"Nothing," he reply, not meeting the teacher's eyes.
"Nothing," Snape repeated.
Harry unfolded the page and began reading. After the first few sentences, heat rushed to his head and fear crept into his heart.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received a report that tonight, twenty-five minutes past seven, the Lord used an Exploding Spell in and in the presence of Muggles. This is a very serious violation of the Law on Legitimate Restrictions on Underage Wizards. Because you have received warnings many times before after offending against the 13th Secret Rules of the International Wizarding Conference, and You spoke at the hearing on August 12 last year. They forced us to conclude that you do not comply with the ban. This is a serious breach of applicable law. Ministry officials will soon be at your place of residence to clarify your continued stay at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and to make your immediate arrest. I will send you under strong escort to a temporary detention facility in the wizarding prison, Azkaban, and await the proper trial there.
Mafala Hopkins.
Yours faithfully.
Office of the Misuse of Witchcraft
The Ministry of Magic
Harry could hear what he had read. Fear gripped his throat. His thoughts were in his head.
Azkaban!
He had heard a lot about this terrible place and was about to go there. And what now? He didn't know what to do at all.
He could hear Dudley's malicious chuckle. "Harry goes to jail, goes to jail, Harry ...
- Be silent! Snape growled and turned to Harry. "Well?
Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down.
- It was not me! He said, looking him straight in the eyes.
- And who?!
- I do not know!
- You do not know? Snape was standing in front of him like a statue. "Then I advise you to find out." Quickly, because Ministry officials may not believe you. They'll be here soon.
As if to confirm these words, the front door shook with dull thumps. Someone's sharp voice was heard.
- Open on behalf of the Ministry of Magic!
Harry paled, Aunt Petunia squeaked, and Uncle Vernon's eyes popped out of sight.
- Ministry?! - gasped - You idiot! Did you pull the Ministry on our backs?!
The door rattled again with the thud.
"I would advise you to open it, Mr. Dursley," Snape say. "They won't stick around for long."
"Petunia, open up my love," panted his uncle, not even taking a step.
Aunt Petunia looked at her son. "Son ..." She groans.
- Why me?! "Outraged Dudley, who tried to pretend he wasn't there - Harry was at fault, it's his guests!" Let him open!
The people outside Harry would have called his guests, but he had no choice. Casting pleading glances at Snape, he strolled to the door and opened it.
On the doorstep was a tall, dark wizard with the "Ministry of Magic Assault Brigades" badge on his chest. His face was stern and his eyes looked serious.
"Harry Potter?" - he asks. "It's me," he choked out.
- Sixteen?
- Almost
- You are taken care of Dursleys? - Yes
- Come on then, boy.
- Where to? Harry's heart was pounding.
The wizard frowned.
- You got the letter, didn't you? "He asked," so you should know.
- Yes, but...
- You're under arrest, Potter. Do you know the applicable law?
- The wizard stopped him from finishing.
- And you were by the river?
Harry was about to nod when he noticed Snape frowning and shivering from his head from the corner of his eye. Hope flared in his heart that perhaps the Potions Master might somehow get him out of this. He began tensely to wait for the course of events to unfold.
"No," he says, "it wasn't me!" The Auror was clearly surprised.
- How is it not for you? - He asked. - then who caused the explosion?
- I do not know.
"Forgive me, Lord Pittman," Snape interrupt, still silent, "But Potter is not the only wizard in the world."
- The only one living here!
- No one else could have come here.
- Forgive me, Snape, but I don't believe in coincidences - An auror burst out - Last year, that boy ...
"Potter couldn't do what he couldn't do!"
- But he was by the river!
"Not true." While Pittman boiled with indignation and rage, Snape was standing in the middle of the Dursley's living room, still and calm as a boulder.
The Auror shot him an incredulous look.
- Really? - He asked ironically. - Then where was he?
"Here," Snape say coldly, "Together with me."
Four pairs of eyes from the people of Privet Drive 4 stared at him in bewilderment.
"At the request of the Hogwarts Headmaster, I'm tutoring Potter during the summer holidays, '' Snape continue, while Harry wondered what the man was doing for goes - I wouldn't bother with such nonsense, but who would say no to Dumbledore, right?
"Certainly." The official of the Ministry of Magic was now watching Harry with the greatest interest.
"Potter wants to be an Auror in the future," Snape shot Harry a mocking look. "He wants the best possible grades." I can already see how they take it. With his expert knowledge of potions!
Both wizards laughed, mocking Harry, and a wave of rage flooded Harry.
"I don't know if anyone could teach him that." There was a dark satisfaction in Snape's gaze on the boy, "You just can't do that anymore." Auror! It's me too!
I hate him, thought Harry, shaking all over with anger. I hate him. How could he? "
"Find another job, man," The Auror laugh
Harry gritted his teeth.
- Mr. Pittman! Another Auror burst through the door. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of him. Professor Flitwick had the longest hair the wizard had ever seen. Braided in thousands of braids and furiously pink, they dragged on the ground. "Hello Harry!" ABOUT! Hello Snape!
"Hello, Professor Smith," Snape nodded at him.
- Oh! Not a professor anymore! - The little wizard laughed. Only Alojzy and only Auror. It's been a long time since Hogwarts. Ah, how I liked this school!
"Er," grunts the senior official, apparently wanting to remind him of his duties.
- Oh, qq yes - smiled Alojzy Smith - We can now disconnect from Potter. We examined the tracks by the river, and it wasn't him.
- And who? They asked simultaneously, Harry, Snape, Mr. Pittman and Uncle Vernon.
Little Auror shrugged.
"There were three alien wizards there." They escaped before we could identify them.
Snape frowned.
- Three? - He asked anxiously "Near the Potter's house?
"Dursley," growl Uncle Vernon.
The Aurors, ignoring this correction, looked at each other knowingly.
"Voldemort," Smith expressed his guess
Aunt Petunia made a strange noise and slumped down on the sofa.
"But it wasn't Vol ..." Harry began, but he quickly fell silent under the heavy gaze of the Potions Master. "Considering the unknown facts, we acquit you, Potter," Pittman put in. "You can enjoy your vacation." You just understand ... we need to check your wand. Just to make sure.
Harry handed them the desired item without a word. Pittman began chanting the words of the spell.
- Priori inca ...
"Er," this time it was Snape. "Mr. Pittman, are you not an official of the Ministry of Magic?"
"Well ... yes," the Auror stammer in confusion.
- And you know the 13th paragraph of the Secret Rules of the International Wizarding Conference?
- Of course!
- Then you know that you cannot use magic in the presence of Muggles?
Pittman sighed and looked at the Dursleys.
- Would you like to stay in the kitchen? - He asked.
- Not! Aunts Petunia blew from the depths of the sofa.
- I have the impression that you have to give this wand to Potter, Mr. Pittman - said Snape "Otherwise I will have to write a report to the Ministry.
It sounded like a threat, and it was. Everyone in the crowd sensed her in the Potions Master's voice.
- What the hell! Smith interrupted at last, after a moment of bewildered silence, "We can do without it." We believe you, Potter. I think Mr. Snape wasn't sure what to find in that wand. You have brought heavy works against us, Snape. I salute you!
"I tried," Snape say.
- So I'm already free? Harry was overjoyed.
- Of course! The traces by the river are enough. We just jump to Mafalda and unscrew it all. Goodbye Mr. Snape! Goodbye Harry.
And they both left.
- In a second! "Uncle Vernon was suddenly concerned." Where are they going ?! I thought they were gonna take the boy! It would be the end of my torments! They can't do this to me!
- Pack your bags, Potter! Snape's menacing voice cut into Uncle Vernon's groans. - We're leaving!
- Where? Harry was scared.
- To Headquarters.
- Not! Aunt Petunia pushed herself up from her sofa. "First I'd like to know what happened here today, Harry!" First this black, scary guy comes by ...
"This is Professor Snape, Aunt," Harry growled, already aware that there would be no need for explanations "He teaches potions at my school."
- Aaaa ... ! Suddenly it dawned on Dudley. Is this the one you used to tell those redheads that you didn't like him so much?
Harry skipped the point with a deep silence.
- It doesn't matter who it is - my aunt got angry - This is my house and I decide who to accept ! You disappear for a while and then different types come here! I do not agree! There are only problems with you !
"I completely agree with you, Mrs. Dursley," the Potions Master said coldly.
- I have enough! Years ago, I got some bullshit letter from some Albion ...
"Albus Dumbledore," Harry and Snape replied instinctively.
"... to raise you and protect you from Voldemort!" - Hysterical trembling Aunt Petunia - And who will protect me? ! And today this Voldemort has reappeared ! And it's so close !
- It wasn't him! Harry contested. Just someone else!
- Someone else? - Picked up Uncle Vernon - And immediately managed to hit you and blow something up?
"More or less," Harry grunted. "He used Dudley's explosives."
- What explosives? - Aunt was surprised.
Behind her, Dudley made desperate signs for Harry to be silent. But Harry only smiled in satisfaction and continued. It's time for revenge.
- The ones he found with his buddies - he said, blind and deaf to his cousin's pleading looks - They hid them by the river. But I clearly heard them boast of wanting to blow up the playground with this.
His aunt and uncle stared heavily at the pale Dudley.
`` You should punish him for that. '' Harry stuck the iron while it was hot.``He gave you control of the Ministry ...
"Are you done?" He heard Snape's cold voice.
The Potions Master was standing by the stairs and was clearly waiting for something.
"You enjoy it another time, Potter." I'm in a bit of a rush today.
"I need to pack," he tossed towards his uncle and went to his room.
He knew painfully that Snape was following behind him. The bedroom was not suitable for anyone to feel the shock of watching her. He hasn't cleaned since he got back from Hogwarts. Sirius' death had made him apathetic and depressed. The thought of any cleanup disgusted him. He dreamed of his absent godfather almost every night. There was another dream. Harry was in an old, abandoned house. There was a milky-white fog everywhere, obscuring all visibility. And somewhere in the fog's thick, a voice sometimes called him.
He followed Potter into the room and asked him what he needed to tell him. He avoided the pile of clothes by the door, the scattered books and Hedwig's cage, so dirty that the owl itself he refused to stay in it. His black eyes flickered over the cauldron abandoned under the bed and the potions book lying on a shelf in several parts until he stared at Harry. "Haven't you learned anything since last year?
Harry was packing his things into the trunk.
- This time you didn't use magic - Snape continued, pacing around the room - This time. But as always, the famous Harry Potter doesn't care about the consequences. Because what for? Let the others worry, turn their backs on to keep him safe. The Dark Lord is back? Well, so what? It doesn't interest you.
"I don't think so," Harry whispered.
- Not?- Snape asked with a clear sneer, "Because sometimes I think you don't care, Potter, how much the Order tries to protect you, how others sacrifice themselves ..."
- I appreciate it! Harry assured me. He was getting angry.
In an instant, Snape was right next to him. He grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall. "You underestimate anything, Potter!" He drawled, his face close to Harry's. "You understand nothing!" The war has begun! War! The Dark Lord has grown in strength. The wizarding world was divided by it. We can lose, and you are stuck in the middle of it all, no matter the price!
"Well, I know ..." Harry began
- You know nothing! Snape snarled and stepped back. "The Dark Lord's return is an abstraction for you!" It doesn't matter. Nothing! Or maybe ... - here he thought for a moment, and his eyes fell on a small mirror stuck with a tape, a gift from Sirius - Or maybe you know what? - Snape smiled somehow and lazily played with the mirror - Maybe the return of the dark Lord says something to you after all? Did the famous Harry Potter understand the consequences of his stupidity, that others for him ...
`` Are you suggesting ... '' Harry was shaking all over now ... that Sirius died because of me?
"Black died because he believed something you ignore!" Snape growled. "Besides, what else would you call your escapade tonight, if not stupid?" Meeting three complete strangers ...
- Oh! Do not worry! "Harry has been in this place very well already!" To your good friend! Former Death Eater!
There was a heavy silence. Snape fixed his predatory gaze on him and for a long moment didn't say anything.
"Come on, Potter," he said, "it's none of my business anymore." Others will decide what to do with you. You will stand before the Council of the Order of the Phoenix.