Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related is the property of J.K. Rowling and anyone else who has claim to a piece of Harry's fame

Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, and Aeyr's.  Nothing more, nothing less.

A/N: *dances happily*  Two more to copy out of my notebook and then I can write creatively again!  J  I am so getting tired of reading my cramped writing.  Next time, I write in pen!  *Snape-ish glare at notebook*  Anyway, MOVING ON!

Chapter 29

**Halloween News**

Later than night Harry, Ron, and Hermione dashed downstairs to the Great Hall.  It was Halloween and they were looking forward to seeing what the decorations were this year.

As they entered the hall, they saw bright jack-o-lanterns in place of the floating candles and swarms of bats flying about.  The tables were all covered in black and orange streamers and had large pumpkins sitting at different intervals on them, each stuffed full of candy from Honeydukes.

The trio quickly settled down next to one of the pumpkins and waited for everyone else to fill in.

Harry looked up at the Head Table and saw Saerry looking glumly at the empty seat to her right.  He waved, trying to catch her eye.  As she looked up he mouthed 'Where is he?' as he had noticed that his father was missing.  Saerry put on hand over her left arm and he nodded.

Sighing, he turned back around to see Hermione looking pointedly at him.  She leaned forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Harry whispered back, "Saerry's worried."

"Why?"

Harry casually waved at his left arm and replied, "Snape got called away.  I think she's worried he won't come back in one piece."

Hermione nodded solemnly.

"She shouldn't worry.  Snape's come back in one piece before."

"Actually, I think she should be worried.  I mean, what is Malfoy told his dad about what's been going on here?"

Hermione's eyes widened and she breathed, "Oh no . . ."

Harry nodded and glared over at the Slytherin table.  He growled, "'Oh no' is right.  I wouldn't put if past the snake either.  He's probably still steaming over my beating him up.  And he looks a bit too smug tonight."

Hermione glanced over at Draco, who was smirking in their direction.  As they watched he moved a finger over his throat in a slicing motion.

"Why that . . .  I bet he did send something to his father!"

Harry frowned.  "And if he did, Vol . . You-Know-Who would have found out from his father and called Snape in."

Hermione cast him a worried look and said, "You don't think . . ."

"You-Know-Who would kill Snape?"

Hermione nodded and Harry shook his head.

"I doubt it.  He'll probably order him to force me to join them.  Or to kill me."

Hermione's eyes widened and she gasped, "You don't think he would do you?"

"Who, You-Know-Who?"

"No, Snape!"

Harry shook his head.  "No.  I don't think he could do it and Saerry would kill him if he did."

Hermione sighed and said, "I hope you're right Harry."  Turning, she began to pile food onto her plate.

Harry sat still for a moment then muttered, "So am I . . ."

A/N: Ah!  There is doubt!  But don't worry.  All doubt between Harry and Sev will soon be killed.  And I swear upon my life and that blasted muse of mine  *glares at muse, who is sitting idly around and not giving ideas for any other stories besides this one*  nothing will happen to Harry or Sev.