I'm sooo sorry for not updating in a while. Things got really hectic here
on base, so I've been busy. This may be short, but I will post again this
weekend.
Note: If Harry, Draco, and Snape seem out of character, please take into account the events of the story. I assure you if your father were sentenced to death and your mother committed suicide because of it, it would change your outlook as well. And Snape, well, I'm sure that's been explained in the previous chapters. Harry's been stressed, not to mention he's been through some emotional trauma over the last few days. Besides, he's so good natured, I'm sure if Draco sincerely wanted to make amends, he'd agree.
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"Really, you two go ahead. You don't need me being the third wheel."
"Third wheel?" Ron scrunched his face in confusion.
"Never mind. Look, if you don't go, I won't talk to you the entire Christmas break, and you won't get presents from me. Now GO!" Harry shoved his two friends away from the sheet, and signed his name, as he did every year. He noticed his name was only one of two Gryffindors that were staying, and he wondered how many from the other houses were staying.
Draco was staying, as he didn't have any family who would take him in. Crabbe and Goyle had abandoned him for the holidays, so he was the only fifth year staying. Unfortunately, Cho was going home for the holidays; it seemed as if everyone was afraid they might never see their families again. The past few days had seen a lot of dark activity, and it seemed as if the Dark Lord had persuaded others to join him. Harry physically shook the bad thoughts from his head. This was Christmas, a time to be happy.
The next week, he waved his friends off as they waved back from the train. They were both spending the holidays with Ron's parents, and they wanted to surprise the whole family with their relationship. Ginny knew, but they had managed to keep it from Fred and George, though Harry suspected they knew something.
In the end, only five students remained: Harry, Draco, Mike and Jennifer Baker, and Damon Sonati. That night at dinner, Mike looked at the two fifth years and two seventh years, and suddenly felt very outnumbered. Harry and Draco shared a small smirk, and Dumbledore beckoned Mike to sit beside him. Since there were so few, one of the house tables had been turned sideways and seated the five students and the limited faculty that had stayed behind. Trelawney had come down from her tower and positioned herself beside Draco, who was sitting next to Harry. Someone sat down next to him, but he was so engrossed in his book that he didn't really mind. He looked up to grab his goblet of pumpkin juice and noticed McGonagall's shocked stare. He smiled.
"Good evening, Professor Snape," he said without looking.
"Potter," there was no note of distaste that his voice once held when talking to the boy. He saw McGonagall's blank look, and the gleam in the Headmaster's eyes, and decided to have a little fun. "What are you reading?"
Harry had seen what he was planning, and had quietly cast a charm on his Quidditch book as the professor addressed him. He held it up, for all to see the title: Lotions, Solvents, and Draughts. Lupin just about fainted (again) and McGonagall let out a small gasp. They couldn't hold it in any longer, and Harry, Draco, and Snape laughed out loud. Draco leaned in and whispered among the laughs.
"Are you SURE you're not a Slytherin?"
"For the last time, Draco, yes I'm sure!" He laughed even harder, receiving wondering glances from the other end of the table. They had missed all the fun. The night went by fast, and soon Harry and Mike (who had been allowed to move his things into the fifth year dorms for the holidays) were sound asleep.
Note: If Harry, Draco, and Snape seem out of character, please take into account the events of the story. I assure you if your father were sentenced to death and your mother committed suicide because of it, it would change your outlook as well. And Snape, well, I'm sure that's been explained in the previous chapters. Harry's been stressed, not to mention he's been through some emotional trauma over the last few days. Besides, he's so good natured, I'm sure if Draco sincerely wanted to make amends, he'd agree.
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"Really, you two go ahead. You don't need me being the third wheel."
"Third wheel?" Ron scrunched his face in confusion.
"Never mind. Look, if you don't go, I won't talk to you the entire Christmas break, and you won't get presents from me. Now GO!" Harry shoved his two friends away from the sheet, and signed his name, as he did every year. He noticed his name was only one of two Gryffindors that were staying, and he wondered how many from the other houses were staying.
Draco was staying, as he didn't have any family who would take him in. Crabbe and Goyle had abandoned him for the holidays, so he was the only fifth year staying. Unfortunately, Cho was going home for the holidays; it seemed as if everyone was afraid they might never see their families again. The past few days had seen a lot of dark activity, and it seemed as if the Dark Lord had persuaded others to join him. Harry physically shook the bad thoughts from his head. This was Christmas, a time to be happy.
The next week, he waved his friends off as they waved back from the train. They were both spending the holidays with Ron's parents, and they wanted to surprise the whole family with their relationship. Ginny knew, but they had managed to keep it from Fred and George, though Harry suspected they knew something.
In the end, only five students remained: Harry, Draco, Mike and Jennifer Baker, and Damon Sonati. That night at dinner, Mike looked at the two fifth years and two seventh years, and suddenly felt very outnumbered. Harry and Draco shared a small smirk, and Dumbledore beckoned Mike to sit beside him. Since there were so few, one of the house tables had been turned sideways and seated the five students and the limited faculty that had stayed behind. Trelawney had come down from her tower and positioned herself beside Draco, who was sitting next to Harry. Someone sat down next to him, but he was so engrossed in his book that he didn't really mind. He looked up to grab his goblet of pumpkin juice and noticed McGonagall's shocked stare. He smiled.
"Good evening, Professor Snape," he said without looking.
"Potter," there was no note of distaste that his voice once held when talking to the boy. He saw McGonagall's blank look, and the gleam in the Headmaster's eyes, and decided to have a little fun. "What are you reading?"
Harry had seen what he was planning, and had quietly cast a charm on his Quidditch book as the professor addressed him. He held it up, for all to see the title: Lotions, Solvents, and Draughts. Lupin just about fainted (again) and McGonagall let out a small gasp. They couldn't hold it in any longer, and Harry, Draco, and Snape laughed out loud. Draco leaned in and whispered among the laughs.
"Are you SURE you're not a Slytherin?"
"For the last time, Draco, yes I'm sure!" He laughed even harder, receiving wondering glances from the other end of the table. They had missed all the fun. The night went by fast, and soon Harry and Mike (who had been allowed to move his things into the fifth year dorms for the holidays) were sound asleep.