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Gem. I absolutely am loving this story, despite what anyone may say about
it. I will see it to its end, though updates might be slow once I use up
all my saved chapters.
Remembrance
Chapter 8
Dumbledore awoke in the hospital wing with only one thing on his mind. He quickly sat up, causing the voices around his bed to immediately silence. He looked to his left, knowing that Harry was in a similar state.
"Albus, you shouldn't sit up! You've had a heart attack for God's sake!" the strained voice of Minerva chided. Albus waved her off, standing abruptly and tottering only slightly. Minerva inhaled sharply when a great tremor caused the old man to double over. Sirius Black moved forward, holding Dumbledore by the shoulder.
"Albus, please, lay down. Harry isn't awake yet." Sirius coaxed. Dumbledore allowed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. One of his hands clutched around his midriff, and the other pointed feebly at Harry.
"Wake him." Was all he said before the arm fell to his side listlessly. Remus had learned long ago never to question Dumbledore, so he moved forward quickly and gently shook Harry. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly.
"Hospital.?" He stuttered confused.
"You're in the hospital wing, Harry. It's me, Remus. Albus has something he wants to tell you." Remus informed, helping Harry sit up and handing him his glasses. Dumbledore had laid back down, beckoning Harry to his bedside. When he got close enough, Dumbledore grabbed his wrist lovingly, tears in his blue eyes.
And Harry knew.
The funeral had been three days later. It had been sudden and unexpected, and most of the staff and student body was moving around on auto pilot. Albus was buried on Hogwarts grounds, and a large memorial was constructed in the Great Hall. A pewter statue of the departed Headmaster stood proudly and majestically just inside the great doors of Hogwarts. Professors' Flitwick and Sprout had added their own touches. Flitwick had levitating candles around the foot of the statue in silent respect, and Sprout had enchanted fresh white roses to grow around its pedestal. Students could be found standing at its base at all hours weeping and saying a silent goodbye. The headstone was also beautiful, expensive marble with embedded rubies. Harry had been asked to speak at the funeral.
The morning was cloudy and cold winds were blowing in to announce winter's approach. The people that came were too many to count. The entire Weasley family came, along with students from the past of all ages. All of the friends Dumbledore had made during his life were in attendance. A special moment came when all of the Hogwarts elves assembled, soon followed by a score of centaurs from the forest. Mermaids and Mermen rose from the lake waters with their heads bowed in respect. Harry even thought he glimpsed Aragog at the edge of the forest, all of his eyes glued to the headstone. Harry had cried himself dry that night, simply sitting in his room and crying. Severus had watched him uneasily on and off throughout the night, but Harry had not spoken once nor asked for assistance. He simply mourned, letting it all out of his system. He seemed to be completely open the entire time, receiving feelings and thoughts from all the people around him. It hurt him to find out about the truth between Severus and Draco. He cried about that too.
As Harry observed the crowded mass of mourners, it was obvious that others were having difficulties coping with their grief. Harry was in the front, practically standing at the foot of Dumbledore's grave. Minerva finished her speech, a beautiful, eloquent excerpt from one of Dumbledore's favorite books that spoke of the passage of time, and how life would come forth from death. It was then Harry's turn. He hadn't planned a speech.
"I stand up here, not knowing what to say about Albus Dumbledore. I believe that his actions, and the way he lived, say all that there is to be said. Sometimes, a person will come into your life and they will touch you in a way that you'll never forget. We're all here because we've been touched by the undefeatable spirit and strength of Albus. In the hospital wing, right before he died, he gave me a message. It was not in any language that you or I could understand. It was a message from one heart to another." Harry took a deep breath and continued, pulling strength from the glittering stone that now rested in his pocket. His fingers absently rubbed it. "He spoke of promise. Promise inside the students that have yet to come to Hogwarts, and promise in the ones that are leaving. the promise in each one of us, and the potential we all have inside us to exceed any limits given. He spoke of regret as well. How there were precious people that we had lost in the war against an enemy that fell at a heavy price. and yes, he spoke of bravery.
He told me that I will face things in my life that will make me scared, that will make me forget who I am. But he reminded me of what he has been telling me since my first year at Hogwarts in one way or another. He said I have been blessed with wonderful friends and brilliant mentors. He reminded me that I will always have my friends, rather they are in the living world, or whatever comes beyond it. Although Albus has left us physically, he will always be in our hearts, and we will find his strength in one another, because there is not a one of us that he has not given it to. I will never forget my mentor, my teacher, and most importantly, my friend. No matter where life will carry us, no matter what challenges we will face, may we always carry Albus' wisdom and kindness, his honor, and his love." Harry finished as it began to lightly drizzle. With a heavy heart and a sad frown, Harry carefully placed a letter he'd written to Albus on top of the beautiful coffin and walked back into the crowd. A few moments of respectful silence followed, and the funeral ended.
Everyone that had been especially close to Dumbledore had stayed after the funeral to have dinner in the Great Hall and talk amongst each other. At first no one noticed that Harry wasn't among the group, but when they did, they passed it off as him just needing time alone. Severus disagreed.
He found Harry in his dorm, reading his journal with a serious face. It took a few moments for Severus to realize that it was not his, but instead his future counter part's. Severus didn't know what he had been planning to say, but it wasn't what came out.
"I had wanted to speak to Dumbledore about returning to the past." Severus could have kicked himself for how selfish he has sounded. Harry sighed, shaking his head, and closed the journal. Severus realized there was a bag half packed on the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked, sounding more concerned than he had wanted to. Harry gave him a look that said he was not on good terms.
"You have two choices, Snape. Voldemort has returned. When I wished that you had been given a second chance to choose a better life for yourself, it appears there was a catch. In order for you to make the right choice, Voldemort had to still be in existence so that you could choose between his side or mine. I have Dumbledore's heart stone. I can use its power to send you back, or you can stay and join Voldemort. I have to go after the next stone. I'll need more than just mine and Dumbledore's to do what I'm going to attempt. Make your decision." He finished as he slung his bag over his shoulder, staring Severus straight in the eyes and slowly pulling the heart stone of Albus Dumbledore out of his pocket.
"And.what if I don't want either?" He asked, challenging Harry with his eyes. Harry broke the stare angrily, storming past him. He paused at the doorway, not looking back.
"Then I hope you and Malfoy are happy." He said quietly. Severus debated with himself before he called.
"Wait!" Harry half turned. "Come here.please." Severus said. Harry gritted his teeth in agitation and stormed back. Severus closed the space between them and wrapped his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close enough so that he could place a butterfly kiss on Harry's forehead. When he pulled back, he saw Harry's expression had changed. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was slightly shaking. He looked as though he was trying to remember something from long ago, trying to hold onto it with all his strength. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The longing and the love, the pain from rejection, was so fresh in his eyes that it nearly took the breath out of Severus. He gripped Harry a little tighter and this time kissed his lips. Harry all but fell into Severus's embrace, hungrily returning the kiss and burrowing into his neck when it ended. For a long moment, they remained locked in a fierce embrace. Severus finally pulled back, one elegant hand still stroking Harry's neck. "I have a strong feeling I'll regret this.but I've already made my choice."
Harry smiled so brilliantly that Severus found himself smiling along. He was suddenly swept into a massive bear hug.
"I missed you so much." He heard Harry whisper into his ear.
And the funny thing was, it felt as though he'd missed Harry a bit too. As their frenzied kissing found them in the bed, Severus happened to remember something Draco had said. He began to laugh. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"What's so funny?" He asked as he straddled Severus, still running kisses up and down his jaw line.
"Draco said I wouldn't last a week against you. He was wrong. I made it a week and a half."
"Who knows, you might not be completely hopeless after all." Harry said jokingly as he met Severus's lips again, claiming them over and over again.
Three hours passed filled with nothing but kissing, touching, and talking. Finally, they were content to simply lie beside each other. They had long sense lost their shirts, shoes, and socks. Harry rolled onto his side and raised up on one elbow. He looked at Severus searchingly.
"I want to use the stones to kill Voldemort, and ensure that he can never hurt anyone again. I have Dumbledore's stone, and my own, but something tells me I'm going to need one more." Harry said as he traced an invisible pattern on Severus's stomach. Severus remained quiet, appearing to intensely study his eyes.
"The journal. You said you couldn't understand my notes on the stones. It's because I took them in my own code. It's part German, part Latin, and then some shorthand. I can probably read it. We'll find out what this discovery that I made was." He said. Harry immediately was rummaging in his bag. He produced the journal, and an album that didn't look familiar.
"Here, can you read it?" He asked anxiously, lighting the relatively dark room with a muttered 'lumos'. Severus flipped towards the end of the book. Harry guessed the book was magical, because all though it appeared to be small, it had enough pages inside it for Severus to write on from as far back as his time in Durmstrang.
"Hmm.this is the last entry I remember making." He commented, scanning over the next few pages. Finally, he reached a blank line. He stopped, studying it intensely. Harry watched as he pulled out his wand, waving it over the blank line and muttering an unknown spell. Suddenly the blank line multiplied until several more pages appeared, all filled with writing. It was titled 'Heart Stones', but the rest was complete gibberish to Harry. Severus, however, seemed understand it. He read for what seemed like an eternity before he finally finished, closing the journal with a snap.
He stood and began pacing.
"According to my notes, there are two more stones. One of them is Merlin's heart stone. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the one Voldemort is trying to gain right now. The other belongs to Godric Gryffindor, and is located inside Hogwarts." Harry looked excited.
"Well why don't we just go get it?!" He asked quickly?
"Let me finish. My future self explains that this was where his intense spy work came in. He would sneak Voldemort into the school in order to reach the location inside Hogwarts. Not just anyone can get in. Anyway, it appears as though I was the one that got the stone from Hogwarts to Voldemort. He managed to get Merlin's already. He just needed one more to grant himself immortality. You were right. I was the one that informed him you had one. In my notes are the ingredients for a potion that checks for them. You definitely had one, as did Dumbledore. You were an easier target, so he tried to get it from you. When he failed, he used the stones to give himself life again. After that, he wanted the stones again to try for immortality, but the stones were in short supply. He was too afraid of Dumbledore, so he tried killing you many times. I saw how desperate he was for the stone's power.he began to make me administer the potion to countless people to test for it. The thing is, the potion was highly dangerous. Only people with stones survive it. I just kept killing and killing them in search for one.I suppose it finally got to me. Then I discovered, as you had assumed, a way to get heart stone power from an average witch or wizard. I realized how many people would die, and how weak Voldemort was. I went to Dumbledore and confessed everything, telling him he had to protect you at all costs and ensure Voldemort didn't get his hands on either stone. I continued to play both sides, but told Voldemort that the potion was no longer working. I altered it so that it would have no effect at all, and most of the wizards and witches Voldemort ordered us to administer the potion on were left unharmed.though many were killed by deatheaters just for the fun of it." Severus finished with a sigh. Sitting back down on the bed.
"So we have to get another stone to have enough power to destroy Voldemort. And you say it's somewhere in Hogwarts?" Harry asked, getting excited.
"Yes, but." Severus began to no avail.
"I'll just tell Ron and Hermione and the four of us can start hunting for it! This is going to work, I just know it! Voldemort might have Merlin's stone already, but he still needs two more. He sure as hell won't get mine any time soon, and we'll beat him to the one inside Hogwarts!" Harry exclaimed.
"HARRY! Calm down! Let's think about this rationally, shall we? There are some more things you should know." Harry, who had already pulled on his shirt and was struggling with a sock, stopped abruptly.
"Think rationally?" He repeated blankly. Snape smacked his face and pulled his hand over his features in a gesture of exasperation.
"Harry, don't you think if it were just a matter of finding the treasure, Voldemort would have stormed in here and snatched it up already? Godric Gryffindor was around quite a long time ago. If it were that easy, someone would have found it already. Now just sit down and let's think about this." Snape said.
"Okay. I suppose I do need to know where to start. Do you have an idea of where the stone is?" Harry asked, finishing dressing.
"Yes. My notes say that it is in the Chamber of Secrets. You wouldn't know about it. It was built for Salazar Slytherin during the school's construction. Many people think it doesn't exist, but Voldemort was certain that it did. Personally." He realized Harry had been unusually quiet. He turned to see what he was doing, only to see an open door that had just been pushed open. He'd already run off. Severus growled in agitation, about to storm after him, when he suddenly popped back into the room.
"Forgot my wand!" He said with a big smile before starting to rush off again. "Well? You coming?" He asked, not waiting for a reply as he jogged off down the hall. Severus was not a praying man, but he took a few seconds to beg to all that was holy. He took after Harry muttering the whole way.
"Ah yes, here comes the famous Harry Potter to duel Voldemort and save the entire magical population.what's that? Oh how unfortunate! He's forgotten his bloody wand!" Severus cursed at his luck and took into a jog to catch up to the brash Gryffindor that was slowly worming his way into his heart.
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Remembrance
Chapter 8
Dumbledore awoke in the hospital wing with only one thing on his mind. He quickly sat up, causing the voices around his bed to immediately silence. He looked to his left, knowing that Harry was in a similar state.
"Albus, you shouldn't sit up! You've had a heart attack for God's sake!" the strained voice of Minerva chided. Albus waved her off, standing abruptly and tottering only slightly. Minerva inhaled sharply when a great tremor caused the old man to double over. Sirius Black moved forward, holding Dumbledore by the shoulder.
"Albus, please, lay down. Harry isn't awake yet." Sirius coaxed. Dumbledore allowed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. One of his hands clutched around his midriff, and the other pointed feebly at Harry.
"Wake him." Was all he said before the arm fell to his side listlessly. Remus had learned long ago never to question Dumbledore, so he moved forward quickly and gently shook Harry. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly.
"Hospital.?" He stuttered confused.
"You're in the hospital wing, Harry. It's me, Remus. Albus has something he wants to tell you." Remus informed, helping Harry sit up and handing him his glasses. Dumbledore had laid back down, beckoning Harry to his bedside. When he got close enough, Dumbledore grabbed his wrist lovingly, tears in his blue eyes.
And Harry knew.
The funeral had been three days later. It had been sudden and unexpected, and most of the staff and student body was moving around on auto pilot. Albus was buried on Hogwarts grounds, and a large memorial was constructed in the Great Hall. A pewter statue of the departed Headmaster stood proudly and majestically just inside the great doors of Hogwarts. Professors' Flitwick and Sprout had added their own touches. Flitwick had levitating candles around the foot of the statue in silent respect, and Sprout had enchanted fresh white roses to grow around its pedestal. Students could be found standing at its base at all hours weeping and saying a silent goodbye. The headstone was also beautiful, expensive marble with embedded rubies. Harry had been asked to speak at the funeral.
The morning was cloudy and cold winds were blowing in to announce winter's approach. The people that came were too many to count. The entire Weasley family came, along with students from the past of all ages. All of the friends Dumbledore had made during his life were in attendance. A special moment came when all of the Hogwarts elves assembled, soon followed by a score of centaurs from the forest. Mermaids and Mermen rose from the lake waters with their heads bowed in respect. Harry even thought he glimpsed Aragog at the edge of the forest, all of his eyes glued to the headstone. Harry had cried himself dry that night, simply sitting in his room and crying. Severus had watched him uneasily on and off throughout the night, but Harry had not spoken once nor asked for assistance. He simply mourned, letting it all out of his system. He seemed to be completely open the entire time, receiving feelings and thoughts from all the people around him. It hurt him to find out about the truth between Severus and Draco. He cried about that too.
As Harry observed the crowded mass of mourners, it was obvious that others were having difficulties coping with their grief. Harry was in the front, practically standing at the foot of Dumbledore's grave. Minerva finished her speech, a beautiful, eloquent excerpt from one of Dumbledore's favorite books that spoke of the passage of time, and how life would come forth from death. It was then Harry's turn. He hadn't planned a speech.
"I stand up here, not knowing what to say about Albus Dumbledore. I believe that his actions, and the way he lived, say all that there is to be said. Sometimes, a person will come into your life and they will touch you in a way that you'll never forget. We're all here because we've been touched by the undefeatable spirit and strength of Albus. In the hospital wing, right before he died, he gave me a message. It was not in any language that you or I could understand. It was a message from one heart to another." Harry took a deep breath and continued, pulling strength from the glittering stone that now rested in his pocket. His fingers absently rubbed it. "He spoke of promise. Promise inside the students that have yet to come to Hogwarts, and promise in the ones that are leaving. the promise in each one of us, and the potential we all have inside us to exceed any limits given. He spoke of regret as well. How there were precious people that we had lost in the war against an enemy that fell at a heavy price. and yes, he spoke of bravery.
He told me that I will face things in my life that will make me scared, that will make me forget who I am. But he reminded me of what he has been telling me since my first year at Hogwarts in one way or another. He said I have been blessed with wonderful friends and brilliant mentors. He reminded me that I will always have my friends, rather they are in the living world, or whatever comes beyond it. Although Albus has left us physically, he will always be in our hearts, and we will find his strength in one another, because there is not a one of us that he has not given it to. I will never forget my mentor, my teacher, and most importantly, my friend. No matter where life will carry us, no matter what challenges we will face, may we always carry Albus' wisdom and kindness, his honor, and his love." Harry finished as it began to lightly drizzle. With a heavy heart and a sad frown, Harry carefully placed a letter he'd written to Albus on top of the beautiful coffin and walked back into the crowd. A few moments of respectful silence followed, and the funeral ended.
Everyone that had been especially close to Dumbledore had stayed after the funeral to have dinner in the Great Hall and talk amongst each other. At first no one noticed that Harry wasn't among the group, but when they did, they passed it off as him just needing time alone. Severus disagreed.
He found Harry in his dorm, reading his journal with a serious face. It took a few moments for Severus to realize that it was not his, but instead his future counter part's. Severus didn't know what he had been planning to say, but it wasn't what came out.
"I had wanted to speak to Dumbledore about returning to the past." Severus could have kicked himself for how selfish he has sounded. Harry sighed, shaking his head, and closed the journal. Severus realized there was a bag half packed on the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked, sounding more concerned than he had wanted to. Harry gave him a look that said he was not on good terms.
"You have two choices, Snape. Voldemort has returned. When I wished that you had been given a second chance to choose a better life for yourself, it appears there was a catch. In order for you to make the right choice, Voldemort had to still be in existence so that you could choose between his side or mine. I have Dumbledore's heart stone. I can use its power to send you back, or you can stay and join Voldemort. I have to go after the next stone. I'll need more than just mine and Dumbledore's to do what I'm going to attempt. Make your decision." He finished as he slung his bag over his shoulder, staring Severus straight in the eyes and slowly pulling the heart stone of Albus Dumbledore out of his pocket.
"And.what if I don't want either?" He asked, challenging Harry with his eyes. Harry broke the stare angrily, storming past him. He paused at the doorway, not looking back.
"Then I hope you and Malfoy are happy." He said quietly. Severus debated with himself before he called.
"Wait!" Harry half turned. "Come here.please." Severus said. Harry gritted his teeth in agitation and stormed back. Severus closed the space between them and wrapped his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close enough so that he could place a butterfly kiss on Harry's forehead. When he pulled back, he saw Harry's expression had changed. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was slightly shaking. He looked as though he was trying to remember something from long ago, trying to hold onto it with all his strength. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The longing and the love, the pain from rejection, was so fresh in his eyes that it nearly took the breath out of Severus. He gripped Harry a little tighter and this time kissed his lips. Harry all but fell into Severus's embrace, hungrily returning the kiss and burrowing into his neck when it ended. For a long moment, they remained locked in a fierce embrace. Severus finally pulled back, one elegant hand still stroking Harry's neck. "I have a strong feeling I'll regret this.but I've already made my choice."
Harry smiled so brilliantly that Severus found himself smiling along. He was suddenly swept into a massive bear hug.
"I missed you so much." He heard Harry whisper into his ear.
And the funny thing was, it felt as though he'd missed Harry a bit too. As their frenzied kissing found them in the bed, Severus happened to remember something Draco had said. He began to laugh. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"What's so funny?" He asked as he straddled Severus, still running kisses up and down his jaw line.
"Draco said I wouldn't last a week against you. He was wrong. I made it a week and a half."
"Who knows, you might not be completely hopeless after all." Harry said jokingly as he met Severus's lips again, claiming them over and over again.
Three hours passed filled with nothing but kissing, touching, and talking. Finally, they were content to simply lie beside each other. They had long sense lost their shirts, shoes, and socks. Harry rolled onto his side and raised up on one elbow. He looked at Severus searchingly.
"I want to use the stones to kill Voldemort, and ensure that he can never hurt anyone again. I have Dumbledore's stone, and my own, but something tells me I'm going to need one more." Harry said as he traced an invisible pattern on Severus's stomach. Severus remained quiet, appearing to intensely study his eyes.
"The journal. You said you couldn't understand my notes on the stones. It's because I took them in my own code. It's part German, part Latin, and then some shorthand. I can probably read it. We'll find out what this discovery that I made was." He said. Harry immediately was rummaging in his bag. He produced the journal, and an album that didn't look familiar.
"Here, can you read it?" He asked anxiously, lighting the relatively dark room with a muttered 'lumos'. Severus flipped towards the end of the book. Harry guessed the book was magical, because all though it appeared to be small, it had enough pages inside it for Severus to write on from as far back as his time in Durmstrang.
"Hmm.this is the last entry I remember making." He commented, scanning over the next few pages. Finally, he reached a blank line. He stopped, studying it intensely. Harry watched as he pulled out his wand, waving it over the blank line and muttering an unknown spell. Suddenly the blank line multiplied until several more pages appeared, all filled with writing. It was titled 'Heart Stones', but the rest was complete gibberish to Harry. Severus, however, seemed understand it. He read for what seemed like an eternity before he finally finished, closing the journal with a snap.
He stood and began pacing.
"According to my notes, there are two more stones. One of them is Merlin's heart stone. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the one Voldemort is trying to gain right now. The other belongs to Godric Gryffindor, and is located inside Hogwarts." Harry looked excited.
"Well why don't we just go get it?!" He asked quickly?
"Let me finish. My future self explains that this was where his intense spy work came in. He would sneak Voldemort into the school in order to reach the location inside Hogwarts. Not just anyone can get in. Anyway, it appears as though I was the one that got the stone from Hogwarts to Voldemort. He managed to get Merlin's already. He just needed one more to grant himself immortality. You were right. I was the one that informed him you had one. In my notes are the ingredients for a potion that checks for them. You definitely had one, as did Dumbledore. You were an easier target, so he tried to get it from you. When he failed, he used the stones to give himself life again. After that, he wanted the stones again to try for immortality, but the stones were in short supply. He was too afraid of Dumbledore, so he tried killing you many times. I saw how desperate he was for the stone's power.he began to make me administer the potion to countless people to test for it. The thing is, the potion was highly dangerous. Only people with stones survive it. I just kept killing and killing them in search for one.I suppose it finally got to me. Then I discovered, as you had assumed, a way to get heart stone power from an average witch or wizard. I realized how many people would die, and how weak Voldemort was. I went to Dumbledore and confessed everything, telling him he had to protect you at all costs and ensure Voldemort didn't get his hands on either stone. I continued to play both sides, but told Voldemort that the potion was no longer working. I altered it so that it would have no effect at all, and most of the wizards and witches Voldemort ordered us to administer the potion on were left unharmed.though many were killed by deatheaters just for the fun of it." Severus finished with a sigh. Sitting back down on the bed.
"So we have to get another stone to have enough power to destroy Voldemort. And you say it's somewhere in Hogwarts?" Harry asked, getting excited.
"Yes, but." Severus began to no avail.
"I'll just tell Ron and Hermione and the four of us can start hunting for it! This is going to work, I just know it! Voldemort might have Merlin's stone already, but he still needs two more. He sure as hell won't get mine any time soon, and we'll beat him to the one inside Hogwarts!" Harry exclaimed.
"HARRY! Calm down! Let's think about this rationally, shall we? There are some more things you should know." Harry, who had already pulled on his shirt and was struggling with a sock, stopped abruptly.
"Think rationally?" He repeated blankly. Snape smacked his face and pulled his hand over his features in a gesture of exasperation.
"Harry, don't you think if it were just a matter of finding the treasure, Voldemort would have stormed in here and snatched it up already? Godric Gryffindor was around quite a long time ago. If it were that easy, someone would have found it already. Now just sit down and let's think about this." Snape said.
"Okay. I suppose I do need to know where to start. Do you have an idea of where the stone is?" Harry asked, finishing dressing.
"Yes. My notes say that it is in the Chamber of Secrets. You wouldn't know about it. It was built for Salazar Slytherin during the school's construction. Many people think it doesn't exist, but Voldemort was certain that it did. Personally." He realized Harry had been unusually quiet. He turned to see what he was doing, only to see an open door that had just been pushed open. He'd already run off. Severus growled in agitation, about to storm after him, when he suddenly popped back into the room.
"Forgot my wand!" He said with a big smile before starting to rush off again. "Well? You coming?" He asked, not waiting for a reply as he jogged off down the hall. Severus was not a praying man, but he took a few seconds to beg to all that was holy. He took after Harry muttering the whole way.
"Ah yes, here comes the famous Harry Potter to duel Voldemort and save the entire magical population.what's that? Oh how unfortunate! He's forgotten his bloody wand!" Severus cursed at his luck and took into a jog to catch up to the brash Gryffindor that was slowly worming his way into his heart.
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