Ooooh...FF.net didn't like that fic I posted...can't upload new fics for a
week. Oh well...it gives me time to write more (and possibly finish this
fic).
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"Harry!" Hermione enveloped him in a bear hug the moment he stepped through the portrait hole. Ron clapped him on the back.
"Good to see you too, Herm," Harry chuckled. When Hermione finally let go of him, he was accosted by the rest of the Gryffindors.
"What happened, Harry?"
"Where were you?"
"Are you alright?"
"What happened to Snape?"
"Did you see him kill the Muggle?"
"Did they call you to testify?"
Of course, all these questions came at once, and he stepped back for a moment, trying to gather himself. He stepped back into someone, and by the look on the Gryffindors' faces, he guessed who it was.
He turned and was face to face with Severus Snape. With his back turned to his housemates, he smiled a little, then straightened it into a look of surprise.
"Professor Snape?" he sounded genuinely surprised. He was a good actor, after all; he'd had years of practice.
"Yes Potter, very observant. The Headmaster asked me to ensure that you returned directly to your dormitories. And now that my task is complete," he didn't say anything more, just left. He stepped around someone behind him, someone everyone recognized instantly.
"Professor Lupin!"
The first and second years were confused as to who this man was, but the others, especially the fifth years, were grinning madly. Fred and George Weasley shoved their way up to the front, wanting to get closer to their role model.
"Good to see you again Professor! We were wondering -"
"If you would take a look at some of our new products?"
Remus smiled, "Of course, boys. Always eager to help aspiring young wizards such as yourselves!" He gave them a mischievous wink, and Harry chuckled. He hoped they weren't planning anything in the Common Room, and he reminded himself to stay away from the twins for a few days. But then he realized that was impossible. The first Quidditch game of the year was near, against Ravenclaw.
As the twins occupied Lupin, Ron grabbed Harry. He gestured to a large box sent from the Burrow.
"Mum finished our robes! I thought we'd distribute them when the whole team was here."
"Yeah, that sounds good, but not now. I'm tired. We have practice tomorrow; we'll do it then." He smiled at his best friend, and then at Hermione, who had come over to see what they were talking about.
"What happened Harry? We couldn't find you after, um, we came back from Hogsmeade. Where were you?"
"I'll tell you both tomorrow, during lunch. Meet me here, then I'll tell you, and then we can eat." With that, he trudged up the stairs, exhausted from the events of the day.
Once alone, he pulled a few vials of potion from within his robe. Professor Snape had given him a few Dreamless Sleep Potions to help him for a few nights. Things were still very strange, especially with him. He didn't know what compelled him to help Snape, but he knew he had to. It was probably just because it was the right thing to do, he thought. He fell back into his sheets, thinking to himself.
He silently counted all the Death Eaters in his head, and realized there were only a few left, plus Voldemort. Avery and Flint had been caught, and the "Muggle" had been identified as Toman, though he still looked like a Muggle. That left Nott, Goyle, Pettigrew, and Parkinson, Harry thought, and unless he's recruited since my last vision, they are the last.
He went to sleep, thinking that maybe, with any luck, his nightmares would end soon..forever.
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"Harry!" Hermione enveloped him in a bear hug the moment he stepped through the portrait hole. Ron clapped him on the back.
"Good to see you too, Herm," Harry chuckled. When Hermione finally let go of him, he was accosted by the rest of the Gryffindors.
"What happened, Harry?"
"Where were you?"
"Are you alright?"
"What happened to Snape?"
"Did you see him kill the Muggle?"
"Did they call you to testify?"
Of course, all these questions came at once, and he stepped back for a moment, trying to gather himself. He stepped back into someone, and by the look on the Gryffindors' faces, he guessed who it was.
He turned and was face to face with Severus Snape. With his back turned to his housemates, he smiled a little, then straightened it into a look of surprise.
"Professor Snape?" he sounded genuinely surprised. He was a good actor, after all; he'd had years of practice.
"Yes Potter, very observant. The Headmaster asked me to ensure that you returned directly to your dormitories. And now that my task is complete," he didn't say anything more, just left. He stepped around someone behind him, someone everyone recognized instantly.
"Professor Lupin!"
The first and second years were confused as to who this man was, but the others, especially the fifth years, were grinning madly. Fred and George Weasley shoved their way up to the front, wanting to get closer to their role model.
"Good to see you again Professor! We were wondering -"
"If you would take a look at some of our new products?"
Remus smiled, "Of course, boys. Always eager to help aspiring young wizards such as yourselves!" He gave them a mischievous wink, and Harry chuckled. He hoped they weren't planning anything in the Common Room, and he reminded himself to stay away from the twins for a few days. But then he realized that was impossible. The first Quidditch game of the year was near, against Ravenclaw.
As the twins occupied Lupin, Ron grabbed Harry. He gestured to a large box sent from the Burrow.
"Mum finished our robes! I thought we'd distribute them when the whole team was here."
"Yeah, that sounds good, but not now. I'm tired. We have practice tomorrow; we'll do it then." He smiled at his best friend, and then at Hermione, who had come over to see what they were talking about.
"What happened Harry? We couldn't find you after, um, we came back from Hogsmeade. Where were you?"
"I'll tell you both tomorrow, during lunch. Meet me here, then I'll tell you, and then we can eat." With that, he trudged up the stairs, exhausted from the events of the day.
Once alone, he pulled a few vials of potion from within his robe. Professor Snape had given him a few Dreamless Sleep Potions to help him for a few nights. Things were still very strange, especially with him. He didn't know what compelled him to help Snape, but he knew he had to. It was probably just because it was the right thing to do, he thought. He fell back into his sheets, thinking to himself.
He silently counted all the Death Eaters in his head, and realized there were only a few left, plus Voldemort. Avery and Flint had been caught, and the "Muggle" had been identified as Toman, though he still looked like a Muggle. That left Nott, Goyle, Pettigrew, and Parkinson, Harry thought, and unless he's recruited since my last vision, they are the last.
He went to sleep, thinking that maybe, with any luck, his nightmares would end soon..forever.