"Look at my timetable, it looks like I have a ton of classes on here
but in reality I have a spare half-hour, see, right here between
Transfiguration and Potions."
"How clever of you."
"I thought it was."
"I can feel my brain shorting the longer I spend with you."
"You just hush, you offered to come, I didn't drag you off in chains. What did I do with my pants?'
"You're wearing them."
"Would you look at that, I am."
Hermione shook her head. "So then you're actually going to be able to go to classes and everything, with the general population?"
"Yeah, I need a formal escort and garbage like that but it's pretty okay I guess. At least I don't have to sit in this stupid common room day after day."
"I know, it's so tough, but I suppose it's because they care about you."
"I don't know, if my survival wasn't a keystone in the defeat of Voldemort I think they would have just let me go. They didn't really care all too much about the Dursleys and they knew they were in danger."
Hermione nodded. "Well there are a few people who care about you, the Weasleys and Lupin, Sirius and I. It isn't as though you've been left under the protection of people who wish you would just drop out of sight."
"Ha-ha. What about Snape?"
"I don't know, he seems to be getting better in the past weeks."
"Oh hey! Guess what Lupin told me."
"What?"
"My mum had this twin brother who disappeared when they were just wee, no one knows what happened to him. Lupin reckons he's a wizard too, if he's still alive."
"That's odd, you don't suppose.."
"Don't suppose what?"
"Well, you don't think he knows he's your uncle do you? I mean, if he's alive."
"I never really thought of that. If he was don't you think he would have come to my rescue when my mum and dad died?"
"Maybe he did, in a very subtle way, you know Snape turned back to the "good" side almost immediately after your parents were killed."
"Ahhhhh! Not Snape! Hermione, that's sacrilege. And it's gross, besides, Snape looks nothing like my mum or aunt Petunia."
"It was just a suggestion! Don't get your knickers in a knot."
"I don't wear knickers."
"Harry, it's just an expression. Anyway, the other possibility is that Lupin is your uncle."
Harry was about to loudly protest the lack of family resemblance but he stopped to think. Lupin knew all about his mother, he never dated her, he disappeared when he was four, Hary knew for a fact that Lupin had been four years old when he was bitten by a werewolf. "Could it be they gave him to a wizarding family that knew how to deal with it properly?" He wondered out-loud.
"It's very possible Harry. You should go talk to him."
Harry nodded. "I'll be back in an hour or so."
He bounded out of the common room. "What now Potter?"
"Lupins."
Snape got up and walked him towards Lupins. "Did you know that when you read you move your lips? You should stop doing that, it looks very un- dignified."
"Shut up and maybe you'll live till next Thursday."
"You also shouldn't say that. Say "Silence!" in a really loud booming voice. It'll make you more intimidating. Right now you're as scary as pink bunny slippers with a light up nose. You should work on that before the firsties get here."
"Lupin! Take him now or you will find the inside of your grave a lot sooner than first expected."
Harry grinned and toddled into the office. "So! I'm having a bit of a problem here."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, you see I'm wondering whether I should call you Remus, or Uncle Remus or Professor Lupin or Professor Evans? Can you see my dilemma? So many names so little time."
"I'm impressed Harry. It took you two days to figure out something that took me ten years."
"Ten years? Really?"
"Yes, I would have been fourteen when it finally got through to me and Lily. That's why my adoptive parents sent me to a Muggle school, they weren't sure if I would be a wizard or not."
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because you've done nothing all summer and your brain is turning to condensed soup."
"Ha-ha. Seriously though."
"Sometimes people don't believe what they're told. They need to find out for themselves, then, and only then, will they believe it."
How true, Harry thought.
"How clever of you."
"I thought it was."
"I can feel my brain shorting the longer I spend with you."
"You just hush, you offered to come, I didn't drag you off in chains. What did I do with my pants?'
"You're wearing them."
"Would you look at that, I am."
Hermione shook her head. "So then you're actually going to be able to go to classes and everything, with the general population?"
"Yeah, I need a formal escort and garbage like that but it's pretty okay I guess. At least I don't have to sit in this stupid common room day after day."
"I know, it's so tough, but I suppose it's because they care about you."
"I don't know, if my survival wasn't a keystone in the defeat of Voldemort I think they would have just let me go. They didn't really care all too much about the Dursleys and they knew they were in danger."
Hermione nodded. "Well there are a few people who care about you, the Weasleys and Lupin, Sirius and I. It isn't as though you've been left under the protection of people who wish you would just drop out of sight."
"Ha-ha. What about Snape?"
"I don't know, he seems to be getting better in the past weeks."
"Oh hey! Guess what Lupin told me."
"What?"
"My mum had this twin brother who disappeared when they were just wee, no one knows what happened to him. Lupin reckons he's a wizard too, if he's still alive."
"That's odd, you don't suppose.."
"Don't suppose what?"
"Well, you don't think he knows he's your uncle do you? I mean, if he's alive."
"I never really thought of that. If he was don't you think he would have come to my rescue when my mum and dad died?"
"Maybe he did, in a very subtle way, you know Snape turned back to the "good" side almost immediately after your parents were killed."
"Ahhhhh! Not Snape! Hermione, that's sacrilege. And it's gross, besides, Snape looks nothing like my mum or aunt Petunia."
"It was just a suggestion! Don't get your knickers in a knot."
"I don't wear knickers."
"Harry, it's just an expression. Anyway, the other possibility is that Lupin is your uncle."
Harry was about to loudly protest the lack of family resemblance but he stopped to think. Lupin knew all about his mother, he never dated her, he disappeared when he was four, Hary knew for a fact that Lupin had been four years old when he was bitten by a werewolf. "Could it be they gave him to a wizarding family that knew how to deal with it properly?" He wondered out-loud.
"It's very possible Harry. You should go talk to him."
Harry nodded. "I'll be back in an hour or so."
He bounded out of the common room. "What now Potter?"
"Lupins."
Snape got up and walked him towards Lupins. "Did you know that when you read you move your lips? You should stop doing that, it looks very un- dignified."
"Shut up and maybe you'll live till next Thursday."
"You also shouldn't say that. Say "Silence!" in a really loud booming voice. It'll make you more intimidating. Right now you're as scary as pink bunny slippers with a light up nose. You should work on that before the firsties get here."
"Lupin! Take him now or you will find the inside of your grave a lot sooner than first expected."
Harry grinned and toddled into the office. "So! I'm having a bit of a problem here."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, you see I'm wondering whether I should call you Remus, or Uncle Remus or Professor Lupin or Professor Evans? Can you see my dilemma? So many names so little time."
"I'm impressed Harry. It took you two days to figure out something that took me ten years."
"Ten years? Really?"
"Yes, I would have been fourteen when it finally got through to me and Lily. That's why my adoptive parents sent me to a Muggle school, they weren't sure if I would be a wizard or not."
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because you've done nothing all summer and your brain is turning to condensed soup."
"Ha-ha. Seriously though."
"Sometimes people don't believe what they're told. They need to find out for themselves, then, and only then, will they believe it."
How true, Harry thought.