A/N: Still not the detention seen yet but so damn close, it should be up some time tomorrow. I'm looking forward to writing it.
I got more reviews for the last chappy than any other, and you are all so nice and sweet, I'm going to end up doing this every chappy but I have to say Thank youuuuuu all so much! It makes writing worth while.
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Chapter nine: Friends and Journals
//The boy had left, Tom, no Harry. Severus didn't know what to make of it, he had seen the bracelet the man was wearing and it had reminded him of something from the night before, they were sitting, talking, in the club and, agh! His mind was so fuzzy, it was so unclear, and the boy had said his name was Tom, but it hadn't been, it had been Harry, but he had said his name was Tom this morning again. It made no sense that just wasn't right; nothing made sense with that strange dark haired boy.
Why had Sev let him stay? Why had he introduced himself as Tom only to be found out it was Harry, and then to say he was Tom again? Why had he not left the building? Snape had been watching out the window to see Tom/Harry leave but he never had. He went to the door, he herd a voice, he was sure it said something so he opened the door and looked down the flats hall. There was nothing, not a thing out of place, not a dark haired stranger in sight. Where had he gone exactly?
Severus went back into his bedroom and pulled out a small leather bound journal the he refused to call a diary, leafing to a clean page he wrote down all he could remember about Tom/Harry which didn't turn out to be very much, he added more as the day went on and his mind processed what happened the night before but he still couldn't remember much:
'…The stranger Tom/Harry stayed the night at my flat, he was average height with soft black hair and green eyes, he had a silver bracelet on, he may actually be called Harry, but he introduces himself as Tom, he called me Professor, he vanished with out a trace this morning, he makes nice coffee, he is bad at Latin. He likes The Spark, he has two special friends, he doesn't get on with his potions master. Maybe he was from another wizarding school? He knew about Hogwarts, he guessed my house…'
The rest of the entry went on about Black and Potters trick and plans for revenge also a list of potion ingredients to replace his pain killing potions and healing potions. Over the next few days his mind was obsessed with Harry, there was something that made him infatuated with the boy; he was desperate to see the teen again, to remember all it was he was forgetting he was sure it was something important.
His Journal was littered with speculations about Harry for months to come. He started referring to Harry as the Night Dancer because he couldn't decide if his real name was Harry or Tom, and he remembered the way Harry had danced in the club, he had watched him, and been some what shocked and suspicious when he had come over to talk to Gryffindors most hated Slytherin, but he hadn't had a problem with him being a Slytherin had he? Sev didn't think he had, but he wasn't completely sure. //
Harry was not fairing well under the interrogation of his friends.
"Harry! You're sleeping with Draco! What was that all about then when you were saying you're as close as brothers and that you knew all to well it could never go any further?" Hermione had her arms crossed and was glairing at Harry in a way only she seemed possible of. She did at least keep her voice to a bare whisper.
"I'm not sleeping with Draco!" Harry protested.
"Look mate, not meaning anything bad by this, I know you and Ferret get on well but you couldn't have chosen some one, I don't know, not Slytherin?"
"Ron, I. Am. Not. Sleeping. With. Drake. And don't call him ferret! He promised to be civil to you."
"Yeah, and I bet he is really going out of his way to be nice."
"Ron lay off of him!" Harry had had this argument with Ron a million times over, most of his friends had accepted Harry's friendship with the Silver Prince after a little persuasion but Ron was bitter about it. However right now Harry was just happy that it was providing a distraction so he didn't have to come up with an excuse for his absence. He would be infuriated by the boys stubbornness later. God, that sounder like a certain Potions Master, it was one thing to… well, not have a crush on him, surely not, um, well respect him, and happen to kiss him, but to copy him and sound like him, ah, that just want healthy. Come to think of it, to um… respect him probably wasn't either.
"Yes Ron, I'm sure he's not so bad." Ah good old Hermione, always there to mediate. "So Harry, when did you get your ear pierced?" oh dear, that tone was not very good, out of the frying pan into the fire, Hermione didn't like people putting holes into themselves, she thought it pointless, so Harry had hidden it with a subtle glamour. He was going to kill Draco for not letting him go to his dorm and change.
"Well, Drake sorta got it done with me, he got me the earring, and when I told him I didn't have my ear done he said that was the point and that he thought earrings were a turn on and thought I should get it done." Ron nearly spat out his soup at the comment. There wasn't any point in telling the two of them this had been months and months ago they would get even more annoyed at him for not telling them.
"Harry you know, we are your friends, if you don't want to be honest with us about who you're sleeping with that's fine." Herm looked furious; obviously she had decided for herself what Harry had meant.
"Herm, it's not like that, we were doing it for fun. Me and him truly aren't an item, you know you'd be the first to know if we were." Harry mentally winced at the words; he actually hadn't told them when they had been going out. "And besides, he wants to go out with a Ravenclaw; he wanted my opinion on him."
"Well then Harry James Potter, where were you last night and why are you dressed like that?" Harry wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, he wanted to be in the middle of a Death Eater raid, he wanted to be any where but here. He had barely touched his lunch even though he hadn't eaten for ages. The meal was almost over and he had only had a few mouthfuls and a glass of pumpkin Juice.
"Well." Harry squirmed in his seat. "It's just."
"Mr Potter, you have detention, unless this conversation is vastly to important, you will follow me now." Harry dreaded to think what would happen if he had said that he wanted to stay for dissert. As it happened Harry was almost grateful Snape had been so eager to leave, he had to come up with a decent excuse for Herm and Ron and detention would give him time to think. Thank god Sev didn't remember him, that would have made things so confusing.
"Potter follow me." Was it Harry's imagination or did Snapes voice sound a tad strained?
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