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Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, and Aeyr's. Nothing more, nothing less.
Chapter 35 **Christmas Holidays and Padfoot's Return**
During the next month Harry spent most of his time practicing with the Gryffindor team for their first game of Quidditch after Christmas holidays. Fred and George acted the same as they normally did to him while the rest of the team was a bit jumpy around him.
He rarely got to see Saerry during that time as he had tons of homework and then the exams and the only time he got to see his father was in class. But he had plenty of time to see them, as Christmas holidays were only a day away.
Harry leaned back into his chair by the fire and watched the other Gryffindors race up and down the stairs, packing their things into their trunks. He had found out that every student but him was leaving for the holidays. Ron and Hermione had asked him a few days ago if he wanted them to stay but he shook his head, telling them to spend time with their families. After all, he now had his own family to spend Christmas with.
But what was bothering him was that Sirius was going to pop up sometime during the holidays. Harry couldn't imagine what he was going to tell his godfather.
"Hi Sirius! Yea, its me, Harry. Guess what? Snape's my real father!"
Harry tore the thought into little pieces and sighed. After staring into the fire for a while he went up to the fifth year dorm and dug his mother's diary out of his trunk. He hadn't read it since he had found it.
Casting a glance at Neville, the only other boy in the dorm, who was cowering behind his trunk, he went back downstairs. As he settled back into his chair he opened the diary and flipped to one of the earlier entries from when his mother was in school. He read for several hours, laughing at his mother's descriptions of another of the Marauder's pranks or adventures, only occasionally looking up when someone walked by.
Soon he was asleep, the diary lying open on his lap.
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Harry woke the next morning when a trunk was pulled down the stairs with a thunk, thunk, thunk. He looked around and saw a first year dragging her trunk towards the open portrait hole. Getting up, he tucked the diary into his robes and asked, "Need a hand?"
The first year looked up and went wide-eyed when she saw him.
"Er, n – n – n – no."
Harry sighed. She had probably listened to something the Slytherins had said about him. Or one of the other Gryffindors. They had started to tell the first years, who only knew him by name, things about him when they'd found out he was Snape's son.
He said, "Perhaps you should try levitating it."
The first year blinked. "Huh?"
Harry sighed. "Levitation. Wingardium Leviosa. Professor Flitwick didn't teach you that?"
"Er, well. I guess I forgot."
Harry laughed. "Sounds like my friend Ron.
A voice from the top of the boy's stair yelled, "Oi!"
Harry chuckled and called, "Sorry Ron!"
"No problem Harry."
Harry shook his head then looked at the first year, who was gaping at him.
"What?"
The girl blinked then said, "Um, they said you were mean. Like that fifth year Slytherin."
"Malfoy?"
"Yea, that's his name."
Harry snorted. He smiled and said, "Just because it turns out I'm Professor Snape's son, doesn't mean I'm evil. And I am most certainly not like Malfoy."
The girl nodded. "Yea. They were wrong."
"Er, who exactly?"
"The second year boys."
"Ah, I see. I suggest you don't listen to a thing they say."
The girl smiled and said, "I won't." She looked at her watch then added, "I gotta go. Bye."
Harry gave a little wave and said, "Bye," as she grabbed her trunk and continued to drag it out of the common room. Then Ron came charging down the stairs, his trunk floating after him.
"Hey Harry!"
Harry smiled at his friend and asked, "You ready to go?"
"Yep. All packed. And I'm going to see your Christmas present with whatever my mom sends."
"Alright. See you later then?"
Ron nodded. "Yep. See ya Harry." With that he left and Harry sat back down in his chair with a sigh. He watched as Fred and George left, along with Neville, Seamus, Dean, and the Gryffindor team. The rest that left were those he didn't know. Ginny and Hermione were two of the last to leave.
When the two girls did leave they stopped by Harry and each gave him a hug. Harry blinked at their behavior and asked, "What's up with you two?"
Ginny blushed and left quickly. Harry shook his head after her. She obviously was embarrassed around him again.
Hermione however smiled and said, "Nothing's up. I just hope you survive the holidays. Snape and Sirius under one roof if going to be hard."
"You're telling me."
Hermione grinned. "I have to go, the trains leaving soon."
Harry nodded and said, "C-ya Herm."
"Bye Harry."
With that the portrait hole closed after Hermione and Harry was alone in Gryffindor Tower.
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Later that day Harry went downstairs to the Great Hall and saw Saerry sitting alone at the Head Table, eating lunch. Walking over to her he asked, "Where's everyone else?"
Saerry looked up and replied, "Everyone is gone except for you, me, Severus, Remus, and Albus."
"Sheesh."
"Yea. I think Albus was trying to give us some time alone but . . ."
Harry nodded. "We won't have much time when Sirius gets here. He's liable to kill Snape when he finds out."
"He had better not."
"I don't intend to let him."
Saerry smiled then gestured at her plate. "Hungry?"
"Yea."
"Have a seat."
Harry went around the table and sat down in the chair to her left. Saerry pulled out her wand and tapped the table in front of him. Instantly a plate full of food and a goblet appeared.
The two of them ate happily together, chatting through the entire meal about the planned revenge on the Dursley's.
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A few hours and a supper later, Harry trudged back up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower to get some sleep. As he passed a window he saw a dark shape streak across the lawn below. He blinked and stepped closer to the window. Looking hard he saw a large, shaggy dog running towards the front doors.
Horrified he thought Sirius.
Quickly he ran back downstairs and into the Great Hall. Saerry was still there, sitting with her head propped up on one hand, asleep. Harry shook her awake frantically.
"Saerry!"
"Eh? What?" Saerry blinked and looked at him.
"Harry? What's wrong?"
Harry stopped shaking her and said, "Its Sirius. He's here."
Saerry's eyes went wide and she cursed. Rising quickly, she grabbed his hand and they ran out of the hall. As they got through the entrance they saw a flash of black run past them. Glancing at each other they ran after the black dog.
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Sirius ran quickly through the halls, his claws clicking on the stone's. Dumbledore had practically told him there was something wrong with Harry in his letter but as Sirius had been doing something extremely important for the old wizard he couldn't come and see what was wrong.
But now he was here and he was going to see what was going on with his godson.
He skidded to a halt in front of the stone gargoyle and with a pop became himself. Muttering the password, he shot up the stairs and burst into Dumbledore's office.
Panting, he looked Dumbledore in the eyes and asked, "Where's Harry?"
A/N: Yes, I know. I am evil. THE EVIL CLIFFIE! MWAAAHAHAHAAAAA! ^^ Next up, Sirius finds out. *cackles evilly*