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Chapter 6



"Ahem." The voice called. Harry looked up and saw that it was Snape.

"Sorry was I interrupting?" he said in a bit of a sarcastic voice.

"Just a bit." Harry told him. "What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep… it looks like an infectious disease."

"You're the disease" Harry muttered to himself. Snape didn't hear him. "Nightmare?"

"No, I heard smooching." Snape sneered.

"Don't let us keep you up, you must have very good hearing."

Eliza looked very embarrassed, muttered something then scampered away. "Great." Harry said gloomily. "What d'you want Snape?"

The old teacher came up to Harry. "I was wanting to talk to you. I saw you run out side. What's wrong?"

Harry didn't answer, just stared at the birdbath…again. "Nightmare." Harry said.

"Oh" Snape muttered "What of?"

"Um…you know, the whole guy with a knife thing."

"What?" Snape asked, "Oh never mind. I know that wasn't it. You saw them…didn't you?"

Snape didn't need to clarify who he meant by 'them'. "And what if I did? Why would it matter?"

Snape didn't answer that.

~~x~~

A few days past, Ron was slowly getting accepted back into the fold, so to speak, but Harry didn't trust him completely still, either did the other Weasleys, so Harry was now trying to stay away from two people, when they were trying to talk to him. His running away tactics were going a bit lax because Ron came up to him. "Hello." Was all he said.

Harry lifted his head up slightly. "Hello."

"Lovely place you have here."

"It was nicer.

"Why is Snape all weird around you?" Ron asked cutting to the chase.

"People change didn't you know. Then again. I suppose you do."

Rons' smile faded. "Why don't you just tell me?"

"I just did." Harry picked up the paper he was reading. (More muggle deaths on the East Coast) and left Ron and went to talk to Dean.

"Cut him some slack Harry." Dean told him.

Harry scoffed, "Why should I? He betrayed us."

"He was scared, Harry." Dean tried to reason. Harry had had enough, he slammed the news paper on the table and stormed off. "What's his problem?" Dean asked himself.

In Harry's storming fit, he didn't notice the hand on his shoulder. "Harry," it said. Harry turned around, it was Snape.

"Leave me alone…please!" He almost yelled.

"The Weasley boy, Ron. Don't trust him."

"I'm not, but you're one to talk."

Snape was quiet was a couple of seconds. "I know, but I heard him talking to him self last night."

Harry frowned, then shook his head. "No, don't be stupid." Snape was joking. "You think he was talking to Voldemort?"

Snape nodded, "May be, I didn't hear what he was saying, he might just be going insane. A lot of people have." Silence followed what Snape had to say. Harry peered over the taller mans shoulder and looked at his old friend. Ron was looking at people in a very critical way.

"Better safe than sorry" Harry muttered. "I still don't believe this. I haven't seen him in five years, becomes a Death Eater and acts like nothings happened!"

Snape gave a crooked smile, which looked far scarier than normal, and he was trying to be friendly. "It's because so many people trust him now. He gave over valuable information." He looked at his feet. "When I did that. Many people trusted me. When I told them…he was after you and James."

Harry smiled slightly. "But you hated James, so that was in your favour, this…we were friends."

Snape patted Harry on the shoulder, rather stiffly. Then they heard the thumping on the door.