A Squib's Proper Place
a Harry Potter fan-fic
by Ozma
a sequel to "To Save A Squib"
Chapter One: Two Squibs at Hogwarts
"Are you really going to let him just hobble out of here?" Sirius
Black asked, incredulously.
Severus Snape answered the Animagus before Madam Pomfrey had a
chance to speak.
"Yes, Black, she is," the Potions Master said, smugly. "Do you
know why? Because, unlike you, I *can* walk."
Two days earlier the Potions Master had been trapped in a
collapsing tower, then buried for hours under the rubble. He was covered
with bruises from head to foot.
Severus had tried to hide his injuries with a glamour but his
wounds had been discovered by Fawkes, the Headmaster's Phoenix. Both the
Headmaster and Madam Pomfrey had insisted that Professor Snape rest for
a while in the hospital wing.
But Poppy was sending him down to his own room now. Snape's
glamour was once more in place. The glamour couldn't hide the fact that
Severus was very sore. Poppy could heal broken bones quickly but bruises
and aching muscles took longer to mend.
"I didn't say that you were `walking,' Snape. I said `hobbling.'"
The Animagus told him, sourly.
"If you prefer," Snape replied, still smug. "I'm still ambulatory.
Which is more than can be said for you!"
Black's wounds were worse than Snape's. Death Eaters had tortured
him. And then he'd had a very painful encounter with the Dark Lord
himself. Poppy had been able to mend Black's many broken bones easily,
but the Animagus would need more time to heal from his internal
injuries.
The Dark Lord had wounded me too, shattering my right hand and
right arm with the force of a curse that hadn't even touched me. Thanks
to a vile concoction called Skele-Gro, my bones had been mended. But my
arm and hand remained so painful that they were useless.
I could still hear Professor Trelawney's frightening prediction.
"The thing that you fear will happen before the start of summer," she'd
told me.
For nearly two months I'd been worried that she'd foreseen
something dreadful happening to Mrs. Norris's unborn kittens. Had
Professor Trelawney really foreseen my broken arm and hand? Was she
telling me that I would never heal properly?
What use would a one-armed, one-handed caretaker be to this
Castle?
Aware of my concern, Poppy had assured me that I would eventually
regain the full use of my hand and arm. Rationally, I knew that I could
trust her. Poppy always tells her patients the truth, even when the
truth is unpleasant. But, in my heart, I was terribly afraid.
At the moment poor Poppy looked like she needed a strong headache-
soothing potion.
"That's quite enough out of both of you!" The nurse snapped at
Severus and Sirius.
*******
The Animagus, the Potions Master and I had been wounded rescuing a
fifteen year old girl named Callandra Moffitt from Death Eaters.
Callandra is a Squib, like me. The Dark wizards had wanted to
mutilate the poor child; using her flesh and bone to demonstrate an
ancient evil spell for their Dark Lord. Thanks to the three of us the
girl had been returned to her family, frightened but unhurt. My
satisfaction with this outcome was even stronger than my fear for
myself.
Callandra and her parents, Reuben and Hyacinth Moffitt were still
visiting the Castle. Callandra's younger brother, Daniel, a Ravenclaw in
his second year, was now with them too. I'd heard that all the Moffitts
were currently in a meeting with the Headmaster.
Not many people knew the real story behind Callandra's rescue. For
the safety of everyone involved, not many people *could* know the whole
story. The "official" version, released into the Castle's grapevine, was
that Callandra had been saved from her kidnappers by the big, black dog.
Sirius was supposedly a stray that had been hanging about
Hogsmeade. He'd been adopted by Hagrid, though he was obviously very
fond of Harry Potter as well.
According to other stories making their way through the Hogwarts
grapevine, Severus and I had both been injured in separate mishaps that
had nothing to do with Callandra's kidnapping and rescue. Snape had
"hurt his back a bit" while moving supplies in his office. And I'd
broken my arm and hand falling off a ladder.
Only a handful of people knew differently.
*******
Severus was on "light duties" today, only permitted to teach one
of his Potions classes. Professor Grubbly-Plank had flatly refused to
take the fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
"You'll have time for a nice, warm bath before teaching that
class!" Poppy told the Potions Master, sternly. "Make it a good, long
soak, mind you!"
Then Poppy sighed. "I really hope that you won't overdo things,
Professor. You need your rest."
Severus looked insulted by the very idea that teaching one class
would be "overdoing" things. Even if that class did include Neville
Longbottom among its members.
Fond of Neville as I am, I know that teaching him the subtle
science and exact art of potion-making is not a task for the faint-
hearted.
*******
Sirius Black clearly envied Snape, bruises and all. If the
Animagus were free to walk around the Castle in his human form, he would
have volunteered to teach the Potions class, just to have something to
do.
He'd always been a restless boy, unable to handle any sort of
confinement very well. It amazed me that he'd been able to last twelve
years in Azkaban, Animagus or not.
When Sirius heard Poppy say that I would also be allowed to leave
the hospital wing he gave me a mournfully jealous look.
"Argus, you're not allowed to do even very light cleaning!" Poppy
told me, firmly. "Read a book. Go for a walk outside. Or just spend time
sitting quietly with Mrs. Norris. Anything, as long as it's relaxing!"
I was frankly horrified at the notion of relaxing. I'm not very
good at it. Keeping busy is what I prefer to do; it's in my nature.
"As for you," Poppy told Black, "Transfigure yourself into
"Snuffles." It's not safe to be seen any other way."
With a sigh, the bedridden Animagus obeyed.
*******
As it turned out, poor Severus did not have an easy lesson with
his fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Severus had limped into the
classroom to find the children doing one of the things they did best;
fighting.
"I know that Poppy told you to relax, but you're going to have the
fifth year Gryffindors for a detention this evening!" Severus had told
me angrily, via my office fireplace.
"All of them? What did they do?" I asked.
"Longbottom and Weasley made a vicious and unprovoked attack
against Vincent and Gregory!" Professor Snape had snarled. "And the
others were stubborn about defending them! I took fifty points from
Gryffindor. And I trust you to make their detention as unpleasant as
possible!"
*******
Dusting is quite unpleasant, I thought. No child really enjoys
doing anything so tedious. Not even Potter, who is quite good at it.
Obeying Poppy's orders, I did not help the Gryffindors. My useless
right arm in a sling, I restricted myself to supervising their work on
the fifth floor corridor.
Poor Mrs. Norris was curled up on the floor, safely out of range
of all the flying dust. She was due to have her kittens any day now.
My cat was beginning to look like a small, grey stuffed pillow.
She was clearly very anxious for the whole pregnancy business to be
over.
While they worked, the children explained the reason for their
fight with the Slytherins.
"Pansy Parkinson started it, the stupid little cow!" Ron Weasley
said, angrily.
The gangly red head was making me regret my decision to allow the
children to use magic to help them clean. The boy was so furious that
his floating dust-cloths were creating a dust storm.
"Pansy is awful!" Lavender Brown agreed indignantly. "Saying such
rude things about poor Callandra!"
Neville Longbottom's round, usually gentle face was full of anger
and pain.
"Callandra is not `unsuitable,' or 'useless,' or any of the other
things that Pansy said she was!" the boy growled. It was a tone of voice
I'd never heard from Neville before.
"Of course she's not," Parvati Patil told Neville, also indignant.
She gave Hermione a proud look.
"Callandra is worth ten of Pansy, just as Hermione said!"
Hermione sighed and looked over at Ron, who was now sneezing and
covered with dust.
"It might have ended there, if you'd just ignored Pansy, Ron."
"How could I ignore her when she'd just called you a Mudblood?"
Ron demanded, between sneezes.
"You should have ignored Crabbe and Goyle then. I think they might
have been coming over to restrain Pansy. You and Neville didn't have to
tackle them..." Hermione said.
"It was great though," Dean Thomas said, grinning. "You were both
brilliant!"
"Neville..." I said, worried, "you and Ron really did attack
Crabbe and Goyle?"
"Knocked them right down," Dean's grin widened.
I studied Neville and Ron, anxiously, but neither boy had a mark
on him.
It was surprising. Ron had always been tall and wiry and Neville
had grown a great deal over the course of the year, but neither
Gryffindor was a match yet for Crabbe and Goyle in either size or brute
strength.
The young Gryffindor knights must have made up for the size
difference with sheer ferocity. They'd been defending their ladies'
honor, after all. Both of them were too gentlemanly to strike Pansy. But
her hulking protectors would have been considered fair game.
"The only thing better would have been if Malfoy had been knocked
down too," Dean went on. "What was wrong with Draco, anyhow? Off by
himself, like that... not even noticing that his girlfriend had just
landed herself in the middle of a fight? Much as I can't stand Malfoy,
that's not like him."
"Draco's just had bad news from home," Harry Potter explained,
quietly. "His father's ill."
Unlike all the others, Potter was actually doing a good job with
his dusting. At the moment he was using a cleaning spell to remove the
dust from Ron's hair, face and clothes rather than the suits of armor
and the paintings, but it was a start.
"His father must be terribly ill if Draco's too distracted to pay
any attention to Pansy..." Parvati said.
"Maybe that's why she was in such a snit," the girl continued.
"Neville, surely you don't you believe a word she told you! Ron's right.
Pansy is just a vindictive little cow. You're certainly not a disgrace
to your family, and you know that your Gran would never really disown
you!"
"Disown you...?" I asked, looking at Neville wide eyed.
"B-because of Callandra..." Neville said, furiously.
"My Mum married a Muggle, and her family didn't disown her!"
Seamus Finnegan pointed out.
"But, Seamus, your Mum never told your Dad she was a witch..."
Dean pointed out.
"I'm not talking about my Dad's side, just my Mum's," Seamus said.
"Anyway, both sides of the family get along all right now."
"Neville, your Gran didn't disown you when she thought you were a
Squib, did she?" Hermione's voice was gentle and reasonable. "Why would
she object to Callandra?"
I was relieved to see that Hermione's words were able to penetrate
Neville's worry and anger.
"Just don't let your great uncle Algie dangle Callandra out of any
attic windows..." Ron Weasley said.
Neville looked ferocious again. "He'd better not try it."
If Neville's great uncle had any sense, he would not tangle with a
fifteen year old in love.
I was wondering more about the eventual meeting between Neville's
formidable grandmother and Callandra's fierce mother, Hyacinth. I almost
missed what Neville said next.
"I hope that the Headmaster really is going to let Callandra stay
at the Castle," the boy murmured wistfully. "Everyone says that
Professor Dumbledore's been talking to her parents about it all day and
trying to make arrangements."
"Callandra is being invited to stay?" I asked, softly. I was
surprised and pleased. "For how long?"
"Well, for years of course..." Seamus told me. "You can use the
help, surely. Especially now. With your arm, and all."
"The h-help?" my words came out in a whisper.
"You haven't heard anything about this, Mr. Filch?" Lavender said,
in surprise. "Everyone's been saying that Callandra is going to be your
apprentice!"
END OF CHAPTER ONE
*******
Author's Notes:
ThePet: Thank you!!
Ariana Deralte: Thank you!! I really like Dumbledore too. My favorite
thing about him is his sense of fun. He and Uric would have gotten along
well...
Melodie: Thank you!! Yes, eventual mutual respect between Severus and
Sirius is something that I can see. Not that either of them would admit
it out loud, of course. They enjoy sniping and snarling at each other
too much. You're right, they do have a lot more in common than either
one realizes.
Demeter: Thank you!! Yes, Draco is in an awful position, with very
difficult choices to make. For the time being he still thinks that his
father and Snape are on the same side. The way I see it, Snape can't let
Draco know his true loyalties until he's more certain that the boy is
going to choose Dumbledore. Snape will guide Draco subtly towards the
light, but the real choice must be in Draco's hands.
And yes, no matter which side Draco chooses, the poor boy is going to
have to betray either his father or his mentor. Either way, he's headed
for heartbreak.
(I'm hoping to keep my stories as close to canon as possible, but I'm
really, really hoping that Draco will eventually end up on Dumbledore's
side in the actual books.)
Saint Fool: Thank you!! (Mrs. Norris is taking kitten-applications.)
Jelsemium: Thank you!! I've never tried writing Peter/Wormtail. I'm not
sure if I could do him justice. He's despicable, but so heartbreaking. I
see him as someone who made one bad decison and then another and another
until his whole life went out of control.
Yes, poor Snape was terribly embarrassed. Harry is just about the very
last person he would have wanted to overhear his argument with Poppy.
Ezra: Thank you!! I went back and reread Elspeth's "Not All Scars Are
Visible" to find the part with Snape's boggart. That's a wonderful
story!!!
Yes, Lucius is in an excellent position to figure out Snape's true
loyalties. (He's already wondering how Filch was able to "borrow"
Sirius's wand.)
Quoth the Raven: Thank you!! I especially liked what you said about the
way Sirius talked about Voldemort.
RowanRhys: Thank you!! I probably won't get this story's chapters
uploaded as fast as the previous ones. My need for sleep seems to have
reasserted itself.
Lizard of Fire: Thank you!!
Rabbit: Thank you!!
UnrepententReader: Thank you!!
Faith Accompli: Thank you!!
a Harry Potter fan-fic
by Ozma
a sequel to "To Save A Squib"
Chapter One: Two Squibs at Hogwarts
"Are you really going to let him just hobble out of here?" Sirius
Black asked, incredulously.
Severus Snape answered the Animagus before Madam Pomfrey had a
chance to speak.
"Yes, Black, she is," the Potions Master said, smugly. "Do you
know why? Because, unlike you, I *can* walk."
Two days earlier the Potions Master had been trapped in a
collapsing tower, then buried for hours under the rubble. He was covered
with bruises from head to foot.
Severus had tried to hide his injuries with a glamour but his
wounds had been discovered by Fawkes, the Headmaster's Phoenix. Both the
Headmaster and Madam Pomfrey had insisted that Professor Snape rest for
a while in the hospital wing.
But Poppy was sending him down to his own room now. Snape's
glamour was once more in place. The glamour couldn't hide the fact that
Severus was very sore. Poppy could heal broken bones quickly but bruises
and aching muscles took longer to mend.
"I didn't say that you were `walking,' Snape. I said `hobbling.'"
The Animagus told him, sourly.
"If you prefer," Snape replied, still smug. "I'm still ambulatory.
Which is more than can be said for you!"
Black's wounds were worse than Snape's. Death Eaters had tortured
him. And then he'd had a very painful encounter with the Dark Lord
himself. Poppy had been able to mend Black's many broken bones easily,
but the Animagus would need more time to heal from his internal
injuries.
The Dark Lord had wounded me too, shattering my right hand and
right arm with the force of a curse that hadn't even touched me. Thanks
to a vile concoction called Skele-Gro, my bones had been mended. But my
arm and hand remained so painful that they were useless.
I could still hear Professor Trelawney's frightening prediction.
"The thing that you fear will happen before the start of summer," she'd
told me.
For nearly two months I'd been worried that she'd foreseen
something dreadful happening to Mrs. Norris's unborn kittens. Had
Professor Trelawney really foreseen my broken arm and hand? Was she
telling me that I would never heal properly?
What use would a one-armed, one-handed caretaker be to this
Castle?
Aware of my concern, Poppy had assured me that I would eventually
regain the full use of my hand and arm. Rationally, I knew that I could
trust her. Poppy always tells her patients the truth, even when the
truth is unpleasant. But, in my heart, I was terribly afraid.
At the moment poor Poppy looked like she needed a strong headache-
soothing potion.
"That's quite enough out of both of you!" The nurse snapped at
Severus and Sirius.
*******
The Animagus, the Potions Master and I had been wounded rescuing a
fifteen year old girl named Callandra Moffitt from Death Eaters.
Callandra is a Squib, like me. The Dark wizards had wanted to
mutilate the poor child; using her flesh and bone to demonstrate an
ancient evil spell for their Dark Lord. Thanks to the three of us the
girl had been returned to her family, frightened but unhurt. My
satisfaction with this outcome was even stronger than my fear for
myself.
Callandra and her parents, Reuben and Hyacinth Moffitt were still
visiting the Castle. Callandra's younger brother, Daniel, a Ravenclaw in
his second year, was now with them too. I'd heard that all the Moffitts
were currently in a meeting with the Headmaster.
Not many people knew the real story behind Callandra's rescue. For
the safety of everyone involved, not many people *could* know the whole
story. The "official" version, released into the Castle's grapevine, was
that Callandra had been saved from her kidnappers by the big, black dog.
Sirius was supposedly a stray that had been hanging about
Hogsmeade. He'd been adopted by Hagrid, though he was obviously very
fond of Harry Potter as well.
According to other stories making their way through the Hogwarts
grapevine, Severus and I had both been injured in separate mishaps that
had nothing to do with Callandra's kidnapping and rescue. Snape had
"hurt his back a bit" while moving supplies in his office. And I'd
broken my arm and hand falling off a ladder.
Only a handful of people knew differently.
*******
Severus was on "light duties" today, only permitted to teach one
of his Potions classes. Professor Grubbly-Plank had flatly refused to
take the fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
"You'll have time for a nice, warm bath before teaching that
class!" Poppy told the Potions Master, sternly. "Make it a good, long
soak, mind you!"
Then Poppy sighed. "I really hope that you won't overdo things,
Professor. You need your rest."
Severus looked insulted by the very idea that teaching one class
would be "overdoing" things. Even if that class did include Neville
Longbottom among its members.
Fond of Neville as I am, I know that teaching him the subtle
science and exact art of potion-making is not a task for the faint-
hearted.
*******
Sirius Black clearly envied Snape, bruises and all. If the
Animagus were free to walk around the Castle in his human form, he would
have volunteered to teach the Potions class, just to have something to
do.
He'd always been a restless boy, unable to handle any sort of
confinement very well. It amazed me that he'd been able to last twelve
years in Azkaban, Animagus or not.
When Sirius heard Poppy say that I would also be allowed to leave
the hospital wing he gave me a mournfully jealous look.
"Argus, you're not allowed to do even very light cleaning!" Poppy
told me, firmly. "Read a book. Go for a walk outside. Or just spend time
sitting quietly with Mrs. Norris. Anything, as long as it's relaxing!"
I was frankly horrified at the notion of relaxing. I'm not very
good at it. Keeping busy is what I prefer to do; it's in my nature.
"As for you," Poppy told Black, "Transfigure yourself into
"Snuffles." It's not safe to be seen any other way."
With a sigh, the bedridden Animagus obeyed.
*******
As it turned out, poor Severus did not have an easy lesson with
his fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Severus had limped into the
classroom to find the children doing one of the things they did best;
fighting.
"I know that Poppy told you to relax, but you're going to have the
fifth year Gryffindors for a detention this evening!" Severus had told
me angrily, via my office fireplace.
"All of them? What did they do?" I asked.
"Longbottom and Weasley made a vicious and unprovoked attack
against Vincent and Gregory!" Professor Snape had snarled. "And the
others were stubborn about defending them! I took fifty points from
Gryffindor. And I trust you to make their detention as unpleasant as
possible!"
*******
Dusting is quite unpleasant, I thought. No child really enjoys
doing anything so tedious. Not even Potter, who is quite good at it.
Obeying Poppy's orders, I did not help the Gryffindors. My useless
right arm in a sling, I restricted myself to supervising their work on
the fifth floor corridor.
Poor Mrs. Norris was curled up on the floor, safely out of range
of all the flying dust. She was due to have her kittens any day now.
My cat was beginning to look like a small, grey stuffed pillow.
She was clearly very anxious for the whole pregnancy business to be
over.
While they worked, the children explained the reason for their
fight with the Slytherins.
"Pansy Parkinson started it, the stupid little cow!" Ron Weasley
said, angrily.
The gangly red head was making me regret my decision to allow the
children to use magic to help them clean. The boy was so furious that
his floating dust-cloths were creating a dust storm.
"Pansy is awful!" Lavender Brown agreed indignantly. "Saying such
rude things about poor Callandra!"
Neville Longbottom's round, usually gentle face was full of anger
and pain.
"Callandra is not `unsuitable,' or 'useless,' or any of the other
things that Pansy said she was!" the boy growled. It was a tone of voice
I'd never heard from Neville before.
"Of course she's not," Parvati Patil told Neville, also indignant.
She gave Hermione a proud look.
"Callandra is worth ten of Pansy, just as Hermione said!"
Hermione sighed and looked over at Ron, who was now sneezing and
covered with dust.
"It might have ended there, if you'd just ignored Pansy, Ron."
"How could I ignore her when she'd just called you a Mudblood?"
Ron demanded, between sneezes.
"You should have ignored Crabbe and Goyle then. I think they might
have been coming over to restrain Pansy. You and Neville didn't have to
tackle them..." Hermione said.
"It was great though," Dean Thomas said, grinning. "You were both
brilliant!"
"Neville..." I said, worried, "you and Ron really did attack
Crabbe and Goyle?"
"Knocked them right down," Dean's grin widened.
I studied Neville and Ron, anxiously, but neither boy had a mark
on him.
It was surprising. Ron had always been tall and wiry and Neville
had grown a great deal over the course of the year, but neither
Gryffindor was a match yet for Crabbe and Goyle in either size or brute
strength.
The young Gryffindor knights must have made up for the size
difference with sheer ferocity. They'd been defending their ladies'
honor, after all. Both of them were too gentlemanly to strike Pansy. But
her hulking protectors would have been considered fair game.
"The only thing better would have been if Malfoy had been knocked
down too," Dean went on. "What was wrong with Draco, anyhow? Off by
himself, like that... not even noticing that his girlfriend had just
landed herself in the middle of a fight? Much as I can't stand Malfoy,
that's not like him."
"Draco's just had bad news from home," Harry Potter explained,
quietly. "His father's ill."
Unlike all the others, Potter was actually doing a good job with
his dusting. At the moment he was using a cleaning spell to remove the
dust from Ron's hair, face and clothes rather than the suits of armor
and the paintings, but it was a start.
"His father must be terribly ill if Draco's too distracted to pay
any attention to Pansy..." Parvati said.
"Maybe that's why she was in such a snit," the girl continued.
"Neville, surely you don't you believe a word she told you! Ron's right.
Pansy is just a vindictive little cow. You're certainly not a disgrace
to your family, and you know that your Gran would never really disown
you!"
"Disown you...?" I asked, looking at Neville wide eyed.
"B-because of Callandra..." Neville said, furiously.
"My Mum married a Muggle, and her family didn't disown her!"
Seamus Finnegan pointed out.
"But, Seamus, your Mum never told your Dad she was a witch..."
Dean pointed out.
"I'm not talking about my Dad's side, just my Mum's," Seamus said.
"Anyway, both sides of the family get along all right now."
"Neville, your Gran didn't disown you when she thought you were a
Squib, did she?" Hermione's voice was gentle and reasonable. "Why would
she object to Callandra?"
I was relieved to see that Hermione's words were able to penetrate
Neville's worry and anger.
"Just don't let your great uncle Algie dangle Callandra out of any
attic windows..." Ron Weasley said.
Neville looked ferocious again. "He'd better not try it."
If Neville's great uncle had any sense, he would not tangle with a
fifteen year old in love.
I was wondering more about the eventual meeting between Neville's
formidable grandmother and Callandra's fierce mother, Hyacinth. I almost
missed what Neville said next.
"I hope that the Headmaster really is going to let Callandra stay
at the Castle," the boy murmured wistfully. "Everyone says that
Professor Dumbledore's been talking to her parents about it all day and
trying to make arrangements."
"Callandra is being invited to stay?" I asked, softly. I was
surprised and pleased. "For how long?"
"Well, for years of course..." Seamus told me. "You can use the
help, surely. Especially now. With your arm, and all."
"The h-help?" my words came out in a whisper.
"You haven't heard anything about this, Mr. Filch?" Lavender said,
in surprise. "Everyone's been saying that Callandra is going to be your
apprentice!"
END OF CHAPTER ONE
*******
Author's Notes:
ThePet: Thank you!!
Ariana Deralte: Thank you!! I really like Dumbledore too. My favorite
thing about him is his sense of fun. He and Uric would have gotten along
well...
Melodie: Thank you!! Yes, eventual mutual respect between Severus and
Sirius is something that I can see. Not that either of them would admit
it out loud, of course. They enjoy sniping and snarling at each other
too much. You're right, they do have a lot more in common than either
one realizes.
Demeter: Thank you!! Yes, Draco is in an awful position, with very
difficult choices to make. For the time being he still thinks that his
father and Snape are on the same side. The way I see it, Snape can't let
Draco know his true loyalties until he's more certain that the boy is
going to choose Dumbledore. Snape will guide Draco subtly towards the
light, but the real choice must be in Draco's hands.
And yes, no matter which side Draco chooses, the poor boy is going to
have to betray either his father or his mentor. Either way, he's headed
for heartbreak.
(I'm hoping to keep my stories as close to canon as possible, but I'm
really, really hoping that Draco will eventually end up on Dumbledore's
side in the actual books.)
Saint Fool: Thank you!! (Mrs. Norris is taking kitten-applications.)
Jelsemium: Thank you!! I've never tried writing Peter/Wormtail. I'm not
sure if I could do him justice. He's despicable, but so heartbreaking. I
see him as someone who made one bad decison and then another and another
until his whole life went out of control.
Yes, poor Snape was terribly embarrassed. Harry is just about the very
last person he would have wanted to overhear his argument with Poppy.
Ezra: Thank you!! I went back and reread Elspeth's "Not All Scars Are
Visible" to find the part with Snape's boggart. That's a wonderful
story!!!
Yes, Lucius is in an excellent position to figure out Snape's true
loyalties. (He's already wondering how Filch was able to "borrow"
Sirius's wand.)
Quoth the Raven: Thank you!! I especially liked what you said about the
way Sirius talked about Voldemort.
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