Chapter 41
Ron sat in a chair in the Library, staring blankly at a flickering candle. Hermione had dragged them (well, dragged him. Harry went willingly for a chance to see Draco) to the Library to investigate something. She had been talking to Ginny after she had been sent back to the dorms from the infirmary with "That Look" on her face. When he saw it, he knew he should run.
He wasn't fast enough.
So here he was now, bored out of his mind, while Herm was searching dusty tomes and Harry and Draco snuck off to investigate (cuddle in) the labyrinth of bookshelves. Ron shook his head. Why Harry and Draco didn't just come out to them, and avoid sneaking, was beyond him. Now that he tolerated Draco and, well, almost liked him, there would be no problems. Not from him and certainly not from Hermione. Besides, it's not as if he and Herm didn't already know, they just hadn't been told.
You can't hide much from a seer, after all.
He started when she slammed a dusty tome down on the table in front of him, coughing at the kickback of dust. On the cover was a strange symbol, imbossed in blue on the brown leather cover. It was an oddly shaped "V" surrounded by a circle and stars. He blinked at her and raised an eyebrow. She started talking, answering his unasked question.
"I found this a while back in the mythology section on the restricted section," she held up a piece of paper with a grin, "I happened to glace through it last year and I just remembered. It's an actual immortal chronicle, and it has in it a drawing of the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse." She flipped through the pages until she came to a picture, the colors faded with age. She pointed to the one in the middle, tall, and thinner than the rest, his black hair long and shaggy, with blue paint on half his face and dressed in white. "There. Now, who does that look like?" She was pratically vibrating with excitement.
"Pierson." He said matter-of-factly. Hermione nodded then blinked.
"You knew!" She accused. He nodded.
"Ever since my vision. You can't hide much from a seer, 'Mione." He said calmly.
"why didn't you tell me?" He shrugged.
"It wasn't my secret to tell. Besides, you never asked." She blinked, then smiled.
"That's very mature of you Ron." His ears turned red. "However, we still don't know what's going on between Methos and Cassandra."
"Call him Pierson, Hermione. It's safer for everybody involved. As to what's between them, that's their business. Let it be." Hermione reluctantly agreed.
"Alright then. Let's go collect our errant Lovebirds and go outside. It's too nice a day to be stuck indoors."
***
Draco kissed his way down Harry's jaw then neck, sucking at the pulse point and eliciting a gasp from his boyfriend. He froze when he heard a delicate cough behind him.
"If you're going to snog, fine, but do it outside. It's much too stuffy in here." Draco and Harry turned around, a mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and amusement on their faces. It was Ron who had spoken, and Hermione who had coughed. Ron grinned while Herm was turning quite a lovely shade of pink. "We," Ron gestured to himself and Herm, "are going outside. It's so much nicer. You can come with us if you want. We'll guard your backs for you." Herm blinked.
"We will?" Ron looked at her, and the look on her face. His ears turned pink.
"Well, as much as possible." Harry smirked and looked at Draco, who raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Sure we will, Ron." Harry stood and pulled Draco up with him. The 4 then made their way outside to sit under the trees.
***
Percy lay, his back propped up by the tree behind him, with Oliver laying back to chest in front of him. Percy's arms were around Oliver's middle, while Oliver played with a muggle-toy; a rubix-cube. Percy couldn't see it, but he knew that the pink tip of Oliver's tongue was poking through his teeth in concentration. Percy leaned his head back to stare at the leaves and sky above him. His eyes were beginning to droop, despite the root that was starting to dig into his bum.
"Company," Oliver murmered. Percy looked forward and saw Hogwart's famous four headed towards them. Percy smiled.
"Hello everyone. Pull up some dirt, have a seat." Harry and Draco did, saying their greetings as well. Herm and Ron stayed standing.
"What are you guys doing out here?" asked Ron. Percy looked at his brother through the hair that had fallen into his eyes. His shook his head and shook the hair from his face. Ron was standing behind Hermione, his chin resting in her head and his arms around her upper waist (they wouldn't go any lower, he was too tall.)
"Probably the same thing you are. Relaxing under a tree on a beautiful day with the one you love." His tone was vary airy and romantic and Oliver snorted.
"You read to many of those trashy muggle romance novels." Percy grabbed Oliver's sides and started tickling him.
"You're confusing me with Ginny. You know very well that I don't read that rubbish." Oliver writhed, shaking with laughter.
"No," he gasped out, "You read cheesy science fiction/fantasy novels. They're just as bad without the sex." Percy stopped tickling and harrumphed.
"They teach valuable lessons about the dangers in technology and society as well as being entertaining. Graphic sex would be gratuitous. Besides, what do I need them for? I got you." Oliver laughed again.
"Absolutely right.well, except for the lesson part." Percy made a face then proceeded to tickle Oliver into submission. Oliver finally gave in, flushed and panting, before he leaned up and gently kissed Percy on the lips.
"Awwww!" This came from Hermione as Oliver settled back down into Percy's arms. Ron, with a wicked grin, suddenly tightened his grip on her, holding her tight, and started to nuzzle and kiss her neck. She giggled, turning her head and bit her lip.
"What's this? A Party? And we're not invited? I'm hurt. Truly, I am." Severus snorted at Methos' comment as they walked up to the group hand in hand. Oliver looked at them and grinned.
"Well, it wasn't a party, but now that you're here Adam, it's sure to be. Just remember, half of the group is underage." Adam laughed as he sat down at the base of the tree across from Percy and Oliver. Severus remained standing, but leaned on the tree that Methos was sitting aginst.
Now Severus didn't much look like the feared and hated potions master. Maybe it was the different setting, or maybe it was the fact that his sallow skin was now rosy and his dark eyes were sparkling. But the most obvious difference was the fact that Severus Snape was smiling. He didn't talk much, but when he did it was soft and quiet without being biting or sharp, and occasionally one glimpsed white teeth.
"Who wants a butterbeer?" Methos asked suddenly. Ron perked up.
"Butterbeer? Seriously?" Methos nodded.
"Of course. Come on then, we're going to town." He stood, rallying them all to their feet. "Get up, get up. Severus is paying."
"What?!" Methos blew a kiss at his stunned lover and grinned as he lead the group to Hogsmead.
Inside the Three Broomsticks
Remus sat at the bar, Snuffles at his feet, as he sipped at his drink. He didn't turn when the door opened, but he did when he heard his name.
"Remus! My good man!! Come join the party and bring that loveable mutt with you." Remus smiled at Adam's exuberance. He walked over as Adam went on. "you boys go push those tables together. Rosie! My dearest flower, I beseech thee to conjure for us a round of butterbeer." He winked at her, "You know how I like mine." She winked back.
"Right away, Adam." Severus shook his head at his lover.
"You could charm the spots off a cheetah, when u put your mind to it." Methos grinned at him.
"And then some, my dear, and then some." The rather large group settled down at the table. No sooner were they seated than they were brought their drinks. Adam's was slightly smoking.
"Um.Professor?" asked Hermione, "Why is your butterbeer smoking?" Severus' mouth twisted into a lopsided grin, a rather nice look on him, as Methos answered the question.
"Because the Whisky she put in reacts with the butterbeer."
"Perfectly good waste of whiskey and butterbeer."
"Nobody asked your opinion."
"I know. That's why I gave it."
"Insufferable prat."
"Thank you."
"Children!" Remus cut in with his soft amused voice, "Behave. As the responsible adults you must set an example for the younger generation." Simultaneously Methos and Severus stuck out their tongues at Remus, causing general laughter.
"Come now, Lupin. We're on vacation. Relax a bit, unwind," Oliver said, then with a smirk, "you're more tense than Percy was before his N.E.W.T.S." Butterbeer almost came out of Percy's mouth in surprise before he swallowed.
"I was no more tense before the N.E.W.T.S. than you were before the Quidditch Championship." Harry grinned.
"Yeah.and Oliver was pulling out his hair." They laughed and Remus shook his head.
"But for all their worrying they got what they wanted." Percy nodded.
"That's right. Gryffindor won the Cup, finally, and I passed all my N.E.W.T.S." This time it was Oliver's time to splutter.
"Pass? PASS? I passed the N.E.W.T.S. Percy. You obliterated them. They never knew what hit them." Percy blushed.
"I could have done better."
"Better. Percy, love, you got the highest scores in fifty years, in all except potions, where you tied with Severus, here." Percy was bright red.
"Well.what do you expect? I had two friends, you and Penny. She was in Ravenclaw and you were always on the pitch or with your other friends. I had nothing to do but study."
"And you're a perfectionist." He shrugged.
"I have to stand apart from my brothers somehow."
"So you tried to be perfect?" Asked Ron, calmly, which was surprising. Percy laughed.
"No. I tried to be Bill. Better than Bill, but I couldn't do it. I was missing something. A casualty of the war. Flint didn't help, either."
"What did Flint have to do with it?" asked Draco.
"Percy was in the hospital wing more than his classes for the first two years because of Flint, that's what."
"Olly."
"No Perce. You couldn't tell in school. We're not in school anymore. Let them know."
"Why? It's not going to change anything."
"But it will answer some questions that they have." Percy sighed. Aware that everybody had their eyes on him.
"I still don't understand why I'm doing this, but if it will make you feel better, Olly, I'll tell. But I want to put this behind me, so this is the last I will speak of it." They nodded, and he began his story.
"Charlie had graduated the year before me, so I was to be the only Weasley in Hogwarts for two years. I was both ecstatic and terrified. I'd never been without my family before, but I was glad for a chance to get away from my brothers, away from the noise and to have a chance for privacy.
"I was sorted into Gryffindor with a few girls and Oliver here was the only other boy. Due to the war many who would be in my class had not survived. Now, however, the classes are once again growing. I was quiet at first and small with glasses that were way to big for my face. I was, well, rather pathetic. A bully magnet.
"The first week of school I got lost on the way to Transfiguration and ended up in the dungeons. Before I could make my way back, however, Flint found me. He was alone that first time, and he seemed so huge. He was big for his age and very intimidating. Later I made my way to the infirmary with a black eye, a split lip, broken glasses and a new enemy.
"It continued on that way for the rest of the year. Sometimes he had friends with him who would take shots. Sometimes he was alone. Each time I ended up with Madame Pomfrey. By third year I had discovered almost all the hidden nooks and crannies and secret passages in the school. I also was very fast by then. A self-defense technique.
"But by third year he used his fists less and took a page from my book and started to fight with insults. I could deal them out with the best of them, and ignore those flung at me.except for the ones Marcus used. His always hit a nerve. Third year was also when both he and Oliver got on the quidditch teams, and he focused more on making Oliver's life miserable. He didn't leave me alone, but I wasn't the only one he picked on.
"Now, I new for sure that I was gay since the beginning of fifth year, and that's when Marcus' attacks got more suggestive. He would make comments and gestures and give me looks. I never told anyone, however, until seventh year.
"He found me, alone, in an empty hallway. Pinned me against a wall, tapped into all my insecurities and tried to take what he said I wanted him to take. He kissed me, I shot him with a lightning bolt, though I didn't know it at the time. Olly found me in an abandoned classroom and Penny found us soon after. For the first time in seven years I told somebody what happed to me."
"And now you're telling us." Percy nodded, and Methos placed his drink in front of Percy. Percy smiled and took a big sip before returning. His eyebrows rose.
"Wow. That's good." Methos smirked at Severus.
"Told you." The table laughed, the tension broken. Harry put his hand on Percy's arm from where he sat next to him.
" I know exactly what you feel. Dudley has been beating me up since he could crawl. Uncle Vernon too, when he drinks to much, but not often. He prefers to lock me back up in the cupbord under the stairs with no food until he's no longer angry."
"What?" Harry nodded.
"Yep. I used to live in that cupboard until my first Hogwarts letter came, when they moved me to the smallest bedroom, scared that somebody would find out about me, their abnormal responsibility. Why else do you think I stay here as much as possible, or go to the Burrow."
"What would get u in the cupboard?" Harry shrugged.
"Burned bacon, running when Dudly tired to beat me up, any mention of magic or anything not "normal." Or asking questions. I can't ever ask questions."
"Not even about your parents?" Harry sighed at Severus' question.
"Especially about my parents. I was told they died in a car crash, and I knew nothing about the magical world. Nothing. I didn't even know I was famous until I went to go get my things for Hogwarts, and even then I didn't understand it. It was a nice change to have people do things for me for once, but never wanted to be famous." There was silence for a beat.
"Well.that was unexpected." Everybody turned to look at Adam. "Butter beer is to happy a drink to lament over problems with. Somebody please lighten the mood." There was quiet laughter, before the topics changed and the light playful air of before was returned.
TBC.
I'm so sorry that this took so long. I have finished the story, it's just taking forever to type it up. I was going to post sooner, but I had finals, then I was in Canada, than Grandpa died, then I got a job.and here I am already in the middle of Summer, with no summer homework done and typing up stories that should have been finished a long time ago.
Lady Cinnibar - ow!!!!! My heartstrings!!! Ouchies!!!
Annakas - I'll never tell.yeah I will. I'm gonna tell that in a later chapter.
Peace for now
I was, am, and always will be Immortaljedi
Ron sat in a chair in the Library, staring blankly at a flickering candle. Hermione had dragged them (well, dragged him. Harry went willingly for a chance to see Draco) to the Library to investigate something. She had been talking to Ginny after she had been sent back to the dorms from the infirmary with "That Look" on her face. When he saw it, he knew he should run.
He wasn't fast enough.
So here he was now, bored out of his mind, while Herm was searching dusty tomes and Harry and Draco snuck off to investigate (cuddle in) the labyrinth of bookshelves. Ron shook his head. Why Harry and Draco didn't just come out to them, and avoid sneaking, was beyond him. Now that he tolerated Draco and, well, almost liked him, there would be no problems. Not from him and certainly not from Hermione. Besides, it's not as if he and Herm didn't already know, they just hadn't been told.
You can't hide much from a seer, after all.
He started when she slammed a dusty tome down on the table in front of him, coughing at the kickback of dust. On the cover was a strange symbol, imbossed in blue on the brown leather cover. It was an oddly shaped "V" surrounded by a circle and stars. He blinked at her and raised an eyebrow. She started talking, answering his unasked question.
"I found this a while back in the mythology section on the restricted section," she held up a piece of paper with a grin, "I happened to glace through it last year and I just remembered. It's an actual immortal chronicle, and it has in it a drawing of the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse." She flipped through the pages until she came to a picture, the colors faded with age. She pointed to the one in the middle, tall, and thinner than the rest, his black hair long and shaggy, with blue paint on half his face and dressed in white. "There. Now, who does that look like?" She was pratically vibrating with excitement.
"Pierson." He said matter-of-factly. Hermione nodded then blinked.
"You knew!" She accused. He nodded.
"Ever since my vision. You can't hide much from a seer, 'Mione." He said calmly.
"why didn't you tell me?" He shrugged.
"It wasn't my secret to tell. Besides, you never asked." She blinked, then smiled.
"That's very mature of you Ron." His ears turned red. "However, we still don't know what's going on between Methos and Cassandra."
"Call him Pierson, Hermione. It's safer for everybody involved. As to what's between them, that's their business. Let it be." Hermione reluctantly agreed.
"Alright then. Let's go collect our errant Lovebirds and go outside. It's too nice a day to be stuck indoors."
***
Draco kissed his way down Harry's jaw then neck, sucking at the pulse point and eliciting a gasp from his boyfriend. He froze when he heard a delicate cough behind him.
"If you're going to snog, fine, but do it outside. It's much too stuffy in here." Draco and Harry turned around, a mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and amusement on their faces. It was Ron who had spoken, and Hermione who had coughed. Ron grinned while Herm was turning quite a lovely shade of pink. "We," Ron gestured to himself and Herm, "are going outside. It's so much nicer. You can come with us if you want. We'll guard your backs for you." Herm blinked.
"We will?" Ron looked at her, and the look on her face. His ears turned pink.
"Well, as much as possible." Harry smirked and looked at Draco, who raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Sure we will, Ron." Harry stood and pulled Draco up with him. The 4 then made their way outside to sit under the trees.
***
Percy lay, his back propped up by the tree behind him, with Oliver laying back to chest in front of him. Percy's arms were around Oliver's middle, while Oliver played with a muggle-toy; a rubix-cube. Percy couldn't see it, but he knew that the pink tip of Oliver's tongue was poking through his teeth in concentration. Percy leaned his head back to stare at the leaves and sky above him. His eyes were beginning to droop, despite the root that was starting to dig into his bum.
"Company," Oliver murmered. Percy looked forward and saw Hogwart's famous four headed towards them. Percy smiled.
"Hello everyone. Pull up some dirt, have a seat." Harry and Draco did, saying their greetings as well. Herm and Ron stayed standing.
"What are you guys doing out here?" asked Ron. Percy looked at his brother through the hair that had fallen into his eyes. His shook his head and shook the hair from his face. Ron was standing behind Hermione, his chin resting in her head and his arms around her upper waist (they wouldn't go any lower, he was too tall.)
"Probably the same thing you are. Relaxing under a tree on a beautiful day with the one you love." His tone was vary airy and romantic and Oliver snorted.
"You read to many of those trashy muggle romance novels." Percy grabbed Oliver's sides and started tickling him.
"You're confusing me with Ginny. You know very well that I don't read that rubbish." Oliver writhed, shaking with laughter.
"No," he gasped out, "You read cheesy science fiction/fantasy novels. They're just as bad without the sex." Percy stopped tickling and harrumphed.
"They teach valuable lessons about the dangers in technology and society as well as being entertaining. Graphic sex would be gratuitous. Besides, what do I need them for? I got you." Oliver laughed again.
"Absolutely right.well, except for the lesson part." Percy made a face then proceeded to tickle Oliver into submission. Oliver finally gave in, flushed and panting, before he leaned up and gently kissed Percy on the lips.
"Awwww!" This came from Hermione as Oliver settled back down into Percy's arms. Ron, with a wicked grin, suddenly tightened his grip on her, holding her tight, and started to nuzzle and kiss her neck. She giggled, turning her head and bit her lip.
"What's this? A Party? And we're not invited? I'm hurt. Truly, I am." Severus snorted at Methos' comment as they walked up to the group hand in hand. Oliver looked at them and grinned.
"Well, it wasn't a party, but now that you're here Adam, it's sure to be. Just remember, half of the group is underage." Adam laughed as he sat down at the base of the tree across from Percy and Oliver. Severus remained standing, but leaned on the tree that Methos was sitting aginst.
Now Severus didn't much look like the feared and hated potions master. Maybe it was the different setting, or maybe it was the fact that his sallow skin was now rosy and his dark eyes were sparkling. But the most obvious difference was the fact that Severus Snape was smiling. He didn't talk much, but when he did it was soft and quiet without being biting or sharp, and occasionally one glimpsed white teeth.
"Who wants a butterbeer?" Methos asked suddenly. Ron perked up.
"Butterbeer? Seriously?" Methos nodded.
"Of course. Come on then, we're going to town." He stood, rallying them all to their feet. "Get up, get up. Severus is paying."
"What?!" Methos blew a kiss at his stunned lover and grinned as he lead the group to Hogsmead.
Inside the Three Broomsticks
Remus sat at the bar, Snuffles at his feet, as he sipped at his drink. He didn't turn when the door opened, but he did when he heard his name.
"Remus! My good man!! Come join the party and bring that loveable mutt with you." Remus smiled at Adam's exuberance. He walked over as Adam went on. "you boys go push those tables together. Rosie! My dearest flower, I beseech thee to conjure for us a round of butterbeer." He winked at her, "You know how I like mine." She winked back.
"Right away, Adam." Severus shook his head at his lover.
"You could charm the spots off a cheetah, when u put your mind to it." Methos grinned at him.
"And then some, my dear, and then some." The rather large group settled down at the table. No sooner were they seated than they were brought their drinks. Adam's was slightly smoking.
"Um.Professor?" asked Hermione, "Why is your butterbeer smoking?" Severus' mouth twisted into a lopsided grin, a rather nice look on him, as Methos answered the question.
"Because the Whisky she put in reacts with the butterbeer."
"Perfectly good waste of whiskey and butterbeer."
"Nobody asked your opinion."
"I know. That's why I gave it."
"Insufferable prat."
"Thank you."
"Children!" Remus cut in with his soft amused voice, "Behave. As the responsible adults you must set an example for the younger generation." Simultaneously Methos and Severus stuck out their tongues at Remus, causing general laughter.
"Come now, Lupin. We're on vacation. Relax a bit, unwind," Oliver said, then with a smirk, "you're more tense than Percy was before his N.E.W.T.S." Butterbeer almost came out of Percy's mouth in surprise before he swallowed.
"I was no more tense before the N.E.W.T.S. than you were before the Quidditch Championship." Harry grinned.
"Yeah.and Oliver was pulling out his hair." They laughed and Remus shook his head.
"But for all their worrying they got what they wanted." Percy nodded.
"That's right. Gryffindor won the Cup, finally, and I passed all my N.E.W.T.S." This time it was Oliver's time to splutter.
"Pass? PASS? I passed the N.E.W.T.S. Percy. You obliterated them. They never knew what hit them." Percy blushed.
"I could have done better."
"Better. Percy, love, you got the highest scores in fifty years, in all except potions, where you tied with Severus, here." Percy was bright red.
"Well.what do you expect? I had two friends, you and Penny. She was in Ravenclaw and you were always on the pitch or with your other friends. I had nothing to do but study."
"And you're a perfectionist." He shrugged.
"I have to stand apart from my brothers somehow."
"So you tried to be perfect?" Asked Ron, calmly, which was surprising. Percy laughed.
"No. I tried to be Bill. Better than Bill, but I couldn't do it. I was missing something. A casualty of the war. Flint didn't help, either."
"What did Flint have to do with it?" asked Draco.
"Percy was in the hospital wing more than his classes for the first two years because of Flint, that's what."
"Olly."
"No Perce. You couldn't tell in school. We're not in school anymore. Let them know."
"Why? It's not going to change anything."
"But it will answer some questions that they have." Percy sighed. Aware that everybody had their eyes on him.
"I still don't understand why I'm doing this, but if it will make you feel better, Olly, I'll tell. But I want to put this behind me, so this is the last I will speak of it." They nodded, and he began his story.
"Charlie had graduated the year before me, so I was to be the only Weasley in Hogwarts for two years. I was both ecstatic and terrified. I'd never been without my family before, but I was glad for a chance to get away from my brothers, away from the noise and to have a chance for privacy.
"I was sorted into Gryffindor with a few girls and Oliver here was the only other boy. Due to the war many who would be in my class had not survived. Now, however, the classes are once again growing. I was quiet at first and small with glasses that were way to big for my face. I was, well, rather pathetic. A bully magnet.
"The first week of school I got lost on the way to Transfiguration and ended up in the dungeons. Before I could make my way back, however, Flint found me. He was alone that first time, and he seemed so huge. He was big for his age and very intimidating. Later I made my way to the infirmary with a black eye, a split lip, broken glasses and a new enemy.
"It continued on that way for the rest of the year. Sometimes he had friends with him who would take shots. Sometimes he was alone. Each time I ended up with Madame Pomfrey. By third year I had discovered almost all the hidden nooks and crannies and secret passages in the school. I also was very fast by then. A self-defense technique.
"But by third year he used his fists less and took a page from my book and started to fight with insults. I could deal them out with the best of them, and ignore those flung at me.except for the ones Marcus used. His always hit a nerve. Third year was also when both he and Oliver got on the quidditch teams, and he focused more on making Oliver's life miserable. He didn't leave me alone, but I wasn't the only one he picked on.
"Now, I new for sure that I was gay since the beginning of fifth year, and that's when Marcus' attacks got more suggestive. He would make comments and gestures and give me looks. I never told anyone, however, until seventh year.
"He found me, alone, in an empty hallway. Pinned me against a wall, tapped into all my insecurities and tried to take what he said I wanted him to take. He kissed me, I shot him with a lightning bolt, though I didn't know it at the time. Olly found me in an abandoned classroom and Penny found us soon after. For the first time in seven years I told somebody what happed to me."
"And now you're telling us." Percy nodded, and Methos placed his drink in front of Percy. Percy smiled and took a big sip before returning. His eyebrows rose.
"Wow. That's good." Methos smirked at Severus.
"Told you." The table laughed, the tension broken. Harry put his hand on Percy's arm from where he sat next to him.
" I know exactly what you feel. Dudley has been beating me up since he could crawl. Uncle Vernon too, when he drinks to much, but not often. He prefers to lock me back up in the cupbord under the stairs with no food until he's no longer angry."
"What?" Harry nodded.
"Yep. I used to live in that cupboard until my first Hogwarts letter came, when they moved me to the smallest bedroom, scared that somebody would find out about me, their abnormal responsibility. Why else do you think I stay here as much as possible, or go to the Burrow."
"What would get u in the cupboard?" Harry shrugged.
"Burned bacon, running when Dudly tired to beat me up, any mention of magic or anything not "normal." Or asking questions. I can't ever ask questions."
"Not even about your parents?" Harry sighed at Severus' question.
"Especially about my parents. I was told they died in a car crash, and I knew nothing about the magical world. Nothing. I didn't even know I was famous until I went to go get my things for Hogwarts, and even then I didn't understand it. It was a nice change to have people do things for me for once, but never wanted to be famous." There was silence for a beat.
"Well.that was unexpected." Everybody turned to look at Adam. "Butter beer is to happy a drink to lament over problems with. Somebody please lighten the mood." There was quiet laughter, before the topics changed and the light playful air of before was returned.
TBC.
I'm so sorry that this took so long. I have finished the story, it's just taking forever to type it up. I was going to post sooner, but I had finals, then I was in Canada, than Grandpa died, then I got a job.and here I am already in the middle of Summer, with no summer homework done and typing up stories that should have been finished a long time ago.
Lady Cinnibar - ow!!!!! My heartstrings!!! Ouchies!!!
Annakas - I'll never tell.yeah I will. I'm gonna tell that in a later chapter.
Peace for now
I was, am, and always will be Immortaljedi