YOU KNOW THE DRILL! I DON"T OWN IT!





Showing Stewart around the next day at least got me out of my classes, because he asked about 200 questions(yes I counted) and 175 of them had nothing to do with anything. For every meal for about three days, I hid from him. He would always come up to me and talk to me about something like cardboard boxes or the dictionary. Most of it went over my head, because I was smiling and nodding and thinking of a way to shake him off. So by today I am starving. It's about 11:30 right now, so I think I'll get some food. I really need something.

"Harry, Can I borrow your invisibility cloak?"

"Why?"

"Because I need food"

"Well, I guess you could, because I know you've been avoiding Stewart"

"Thanks! I owe you one"

Now I'm creeping down the stairs. I am almost there. The thought of food speeds me up. I run to the pear and tickle it. HAHAHAH! I am now in the kitchens to see........ SNAPE?

It's too late by this point. I took the cloak off, and he saw me. But he smiled and said,

"You're hungry too? I've noticed you haven't been at any meals for the past few days. I think I know why, and I can't say that I could blame you for avoiding him at meals either. So I don't think I will take any points from gryffindor, because I know that you're trying to be nice to him, but he's trying your limits." Wow. I just stood there in awe. I have never seen him be understanding of anyone.

"Thanks. I really appreciate that."

"You know, lately in my classes, do you remember when I said that your other teachers seemed to love you as a student? How you just lit up the class? I think I am seeing it in mine now."

"Uh yeah, can we eat now?"

"Of course"

Dinner with him wasn't bad. We joked around and stuff, and I gained some trust in him.

"Why are you acting so nice to me all the sudden?"

" I guess you could call it guilt."

"Ohhhhhhhh I see. You don't have to expand on that or anything, but I do have a question for you. What was mom like?" He sighed a heavy sigh, and then he said,

"Your mother was a lot like you. She had a sense of humor, she was pratical, she wanted to make the magical community a better place, and she was nice to everyone."

Well that's great but if he thinks I'm nice to everyone and that I am practical, he has another thing coming.

"Hey, I have a question for you, what do I call you in class? Everyone knows by this point that I am your daughter and stuff, but do I call you dad or sir or what?"

"Professor" he said

" Can we bring mom back somehow?"

"I'm afraid not, but believe me, I have tried many times."

"How have you tried!?!" WHOA! HE TRIED TO BRING MY MOM BACK FROM THE DEAD!

"There are spells and potions and other things that can bring back the dying, and I tried to recreate them so they could bring the dead back, but it never worked." He said sadly.

Wow that is so sad. What if he made it work? How would my life be different? I guess I wouldn't be the way I am now. It would have been great to have a mother, but maybe I could try one of those spells, and maybe I could make them work................



Sorry I haven't updated this one for a while. This week will be hectic for me, so I'll try to update anything when I can.