Harry couldn't help his huge smile as he, Ron, and Hermione made their way from History of Magic down to the dungeons for their first Potions class of the year. "Merlin, either Fred and George really rubbed off on Percy while he was living with them or I just never realized how sassy he really was," Ron chuckled with a shake of his head.

"Ron…did you just call Percy, sassy?!" Harry laughed incredulously.

"Yes, you may not want him to hear you say that," Hermione distractedly shuffled through her purple, beaded bag looking for her Potions textbook. She had continued to carry the bag everywhere even after the war, and Harry would wager everything in his vault that it still contained everything they would need for a year on the run…probably with the addition of non-perishable foods now. The war may be over, but the anxieties remained.

"Well, what would you call his first lesson as a creature at Hogwarts covering historic creature legislation and persecution and how it directly led to lack of support for the ministry?" Ron shrugged. "Sounds sassy to me."

"It was a really good lesson, and he's right that Voldemort wouldn't have had the support of creatures if they weren't treated so poorly by the wixen government," Harry agreed. "He even mentioned the goblins for old time's sake…that reminds me that you both owe me for dealing with angry goblins and smoothing over hurt feelings from the bank heist while you were away. I expect babysitting in a not too distant future."

"If you think you can leave Little Bit for any time at all, we're in," Ron nodded vehemently. He'd babysit a baby basilisk to avoid dealing with angry goblins…though they were all hoping Harry's baby wouldn't be born lethal. "People up ahead…" He commented as they came level to more eighth years making their way to the dungeons. Ron moved from where he was walking beside Hermione to flank Harry and keep the other students from getting too close to him and the egg.

"Thanks," Harry gave him a small smile.

Hermione finally found her book and looked up at Harry. "You know, if you don't want everyone to realize you have a thing for Snape, you might want to wipe the excited grin off your face," she said with a smirk.

"I can be looking forward to Potions. I'm allowed," he huffed, but his smile did drop infinitesimally.

"No, you really can't," Ron just laughed. "No one will believe that at all. It's frankly more believable you like Snape now that he's young and fit and all."

"He is at that," Hermione whistled in appreciation.

"Hey, no drooling over my roommate," Harry pouted causing the both of them to laugh at him and his irritation that everyone else now saw Snape as desirable and not just him alone.

"No worries from us, Harry," Hermione assured him with a pat to his back. "Ron filled me in on how you used to actually sleep with his old textbook. I think you beat everyone else out on how long you've been crushing…"

"It's not a crush," he sighed, not really knowing how to explain what he felt for the man. It was too complex for a crush, and much deeper. "And I didn't sleep with the bloody book. I might have fallen asleep with it on the bed, but it's not like I treated it like a plushie toy…which by the way I've never owned in my life!"

"That's just sad. I'm buying the kid a plushie," Ron grumbled quietly as they came up to the others outside of their classroom.

Snape threw open the door to the classroom before Harry could respond, causing the assembled eighth years to jump in surprise. Even though it was the entire year, from all the houses, the class was still very small. Some, like Neville, had fled the class as soon as OWLs were finished, and a lot of people had just not come back, more depressingly were the ones who had died though. Those in the class turned out to only be Harry, Ron, and Hermione from Gryffindor; Ernie, Hannah, and Susan from Hufflepuff; Anthony and Padma from Ravenclaw; and Draco, Theo, and Blaise from Slytherin.

Harry followed his friends in before giving a hefty sigh. Theodore Nott had already claimed Blaise Zabini as his partner (Thank Merlin since he was one of the few who wouldn't start a fight, but still…) that meant that Draco didn't have a partner. "Hey guys…you partner up. I'm going to go save the git from having to work with Anthony Goldstein. I'd hate to see how that partnership ended up."

Ron wrinkled his nose. "If you must…I hear Goldstein got really good with hexes under Neville's instruction, so that's probably a good idea. Although...might be entertaining..."

"Maybe we don't cause a fight to happen in a class with volatile potions that can hurt people," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Harry," Hermione hissed quietly with a pointed look to his bag. "Under the table…"

"Course," he smiled at her and patted her hand before giving his friend a pointed look to the front of the room where Snape was writing on the board and definitely listening in. "I'll keep it safe."

"I know you will," she smiled fondly at him while she and Ron claimed a table, and Harry hummed a funeral march in his head while he walked over to where Draco was sitting alone.

"Oh no you don't! We're an odd number. I can work alone!" Draco almost growled at him when Harry appeared in the empty stool at his table.

"There will be a group of three," Snape drawled from the front, not even turning around to acknowledge them. "No one will be working alone."

"Yeah, it's either me or you're stuck with Theo who wants you dead, Anthony that's really handy with the hexes and doesn't like your attitude, or the married couple," Harry raised an eyebrow and waited for the former Slytherin to make a decision and see reason.

Draco's eyes narrowed as he seemed to be trying to set Harry on fire with just his look. Harry couldn't help a smirk when he realized that was actually something he could do, not that he ever would, of course...unless someone touched the bag...then maybe...

"If you ruin our potion, I'll hide Teddy's dirty nappies in your bedroom in places you will never find them."

Harry snorted a laugh and settled in, putting the egg safely under the table in a corner, and even throwing a protection ward over it for good measure. This did get a visible response from Snape as he turned around and frowned questioningly at Harry. The teen just shrugged at him though. He knew eventually Snape would implode from his curiosity, but he wasn't quite ready to open up to him just yet. Soon...

"Right, we are brewing Skele-Gro today, the instructions are on the board and on page 93, and if any of you blow up my classroom, I will eat you," Snape dryly remarked to the room. It got extremely quiet and it seemed that everyone was holding their breath until Harry burst out laughing, getting a bit of a tug of Snape's lip up into a half-smile. Ron and Hermione seemed to catch on next and gave a little chuckle.

"Merlin, if I were going to drain anyone of their blood, Potter would assuredly not still be alive," Snape rolled his eyes, Harry just laughing louder as everyone gave him a scared look.

"Look, I'm not going to be any less strict, but I do want to make it clear that a lot of the Professor Snape you are all used to was more of an act because of the war than who I would care to be as a person. I really don't give a salamander's balls about anything this last year I'm teaching, so I am only here to get you through your NEWTs, which I will be highly offended if any of you fail."

The class seemed to be stunned into a shocked silence before Snape began speaking again. "I am still an ornery bastard that will tear you a new one if you are being a dunderhead, but I would like to encourage more questions and collaboration so that you can all do your best possible work for the NEWT exams. You have all been informed that your grades do not really matter this year but know that I will be grading everything you do in here as if it were the NEWT exam itself so that you have an idea of how prepared you are. What questions do you all have?"

Half the hands of people in the classroom went up. "Merlin, I did not mean that much discussion, just get brewing and I will explain the changes you need to make to the recipe in the textbook as we go to enhance the potion's qualities…"

"It wasn't Percy's class, but it was better than I expected," Ron commented on the Potions class they'd just left over lunch. They only had a short break before Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. "I could be a bit biased though since my brother was bloody awesome."

"Draco and I both lived, so it's a win in my book," Harry shrugged and smirked at the former Slytherin that they'd bullied into joining them again for lunch.

"I am not your new friend," he sneered over the rim of his pumpkin juice.

"Just keep telling yourself that, mate," Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry's stubbornness knows no bounds."

"There isn't any major difference in him, but he does seem less…" Hermione trailed off with a speculative frown at the head table.

"Less in pain?" Harry offered with a raise of his eyebrow. "Less stressed? Less depressed? Pick a negative word and you're right."

"I have noticed he has been showing more emotion," Draco commented with a nod to his godfather who was glaring at them, probably able to hear what they were saying from where he was sitting. "Er…not that it is very noticeable at all," he added in quickly, recognizing the situation with his godfather's hearing and flushing some.

"Maybe we change the topic," Hermione laughed and put some broccoli on Harry's plate to a disgruntled look from the man. "Have you seen, Hagrid recently, Harry?"

"No," he said, pointedly spearing one of the pieces of broccoli. "I hear Andy's seen him a few times, and she said he's doing well, but I stopped working on the castle back in June, so I haven't seen him since then."

"I will be staying with you during class, Potter," Draco Malfoy imperiously informed him. "It seems you are the least likely to be attacked by a wild creature in that man's class, so I will be using you as my human shield."

"I feel so honored and valued," Harry muttered sarcastically, but he also didn't disagree. He'd had pretty good luck with Hagrid's animals overall, besides the skrewts, but no one had any luck with them. Besides, he could just stare the animal to death, set it on fire, or bite it if things became very dangerous.

"I should have dropped," Parvati Patel groaned and stood from the other side of Malfoy. "Hagrid is the worst teacher!"

"Hey!" The trio protested, but also didn't have anything concrete to use as evidence to the contrary.

"Let's just all go," Neville stood as well and motioned for them to give it up and just head to class. He liked Hagrid too, but just because someone was a good person, didn't make them wonderful teachers.

Draco had not lied, he really was planning on using Harry as a human shield as evidenced by him standing directly behind him as they all stared into the large bonfire filled with ashwinders. "Aren't they just beautiful!" Hagrid cooed at the fiery snakes weaving around the flames. "Me mate over in India figured out how to extend their lifespans as long as they stay hot. We're not really sure how long they can live now, but these are a month old now. They usually only live for an hour after they're born."

"Why would we want them to live longer?" Draco grumbled from behind Harry. "I'd bet my broom they set the school on fire by the end of the week."

::I vote we set that blond one on fire:: the largest, pale grey snake commented with a hissy chuckle.

Harry held in a snicker as the other snakes agreed with the first one. ::Big Man is late with lunch:: one of the snakes grumped as he curled more into the middle of the fire.

::Hush, you idiots, someone smells different in this group of scale-less hatchlings:: This snake looked slightly different than the others. She was almost white instead of pale grey and her eyes were as red as rubies.

"Harry, would you like to ask them how they doin'?" Hagrid turned hopeful eyes to his friend. "If you could check on 'em, I'd really appreciate it."

Harry paused, noticing that all the snakes were now disconcertingly staring at him. He really hadn't given it much thought, but his Parseltongue ability was directly tied to the horcrux in his head. He'd only retained the ability since he was now about half snake himself. Was it better to pretend that he couldn't speak it anymore or continue speaking it? Not many people at all knew about the horcruxes still, so not speaking the language would probably raise more questions, but the people who did know about them might get very concerned if they heard he could still speak it. It all just made his head hurt.

After what felt like a million years of weighing the pros and cons, but was really just a second, he gave Hagrid a smile and a little nod. All the people who knew about horcruxes either already knew about him or would probably be filled in eventually anyway once his baby hatched, so they were the easier group to deal with, he decided.

::Hi everyone. Please don't set the blond one on fire. He's annoying but basically harmless. Plus, I'll probably be the one that ends up doing it:: He told the snakes with a little laugh. ::Do you want me to tell Hagrid, the Big Man, that you're hungry?::

::Speaker!:: Many of the snakes hissed excitedly and moved closer in the fire.

::Not just speaker…he is King Fire-Bringer:: The white, female from before informed the others. ::Do you smell? He is fire and he is death::

::I don't think I like that description much, but I'm half phoenix and half basilisk with a little bit of human mixed in there somewhere if that's what you mean:: He frowned at the new name given to him. Frankly, it was a bit too honest in his opinion.

"Hey, Hagrid…I think they're hungry. They said something about missing lunch?" He turned to tell the half-giant who was excitedly vibrating while all the other students just looked pale and traumatized. He understood, but it's not like he could just not be part-snake at this point. They would have to move past their fear if at all possible.

"Ah, yes! I almos' forgot! We're all going into the forest to collect small amphibians to feed to them. Follow me!" He led the grumbling group towards the forest, which never seemed to be a good idea.

::We're all going to go grab you some food:: Harry broke into the excited conversations the snakes were having about him in the fire.

::Hold your hand down into the fire:: The pale snake broke away from the others and rose in the flames some. ::I will be coming with you. We have voted, and one of us must serve our King Fire-Bringer. As the rest of those idiots wouldn't know the slightest about how to help, I'll be the one to stay with you::

Harry raised a disbelieving eyebrow at being ordered to take on a snake servant because he was now some kind-of king to a new race of long-living fire snakes. ::You'll set my clothes on fire:: Was the best excuse he could come up with on the spot to discourage the belief this snake seemed to have. ::Er, plus, you can't live outside of the fire::

"We're going to be left, Potter," Draco huffed behind him, holding fast to his resolve to hide behind the other.

"Hold on…we're having a bit of an argument," Harry just waved him off to return his attention to the snakes who were deliberating again.

::No, you are one of the magical hatchlings like our Egg Father who created us:: The white snake informed him firmly. ::You will spell your coverings to not catch on fire, and as our King Fire-Bringer, you will keep me warm enough. You are a male of your species and are ill equipped to be a motherly influence for your hatchling. You are in need of a nurse or grandmother, which I will be::

Harry gaped at the group of snakes all staring at him and at his egg he noticed now. He had to open and close his mouth a couple times before he could even respond. ::It will raise too many questions if I have an ashwinder with me::

::You will lie then:: The snake ordered him, not discouraged for a second. ::I will be fine staying in the fire in your quarters most of the time until the hatchling is born. You will need help, and we will serve the king::

Harry sighed deeply before taking the elder wand out of his wand holster. He really hoped that the famous wand would amplify the fireproofing spell enough that he wouldn't catch fire and burn off all his clothes at some point during the day.

"What are you doing?" Draco groaned impatiently. They were now the only two students still around the fire and not in the forest.

"Just don't freak out, Draco," Harry huffed before jabbing his arm into the flames.

"Potter!" The blond did actually freak out and almost reached forward to pull Harry out of the fire until the teen pulled his own arm out, now with a white ashwinder wrapped around it and slightly smoking. "The hell…?!"

"She insisted I take her with me," Harry sort-of explained with a roll of his eyes. "I swear, she's worse than Fawkes. Why is everyone in my life so pushy?"

::What is your name, by the way?:: He asked the newest member of his family.

::I knew you would be warm enough:: She happily commented as she curled tighter around his arm and seemed to draw his excess heat to her. ::I was called Saanp by the Egg Father::

"Right, Draco meet Saanp, Saanp meet Draco. She can understand you even if you can't understand her," he told the sputtering blond running along behind him to catch up while Harry stalked towards the forest to find the rest of the class.

"How are you not on fire?!"

"You saw me cast a fire-proofing spell. Whatever the breeder did to them, made them much more hardy and able to live outside of the fire," Harry explained while ignoring the snake that was now cooing sweet nothings to the bag holding his egg.

"But…isn't it still hot?!"

"Draco," Harry paused with a deep sigh. "I have very bad associations with this forest, if you don't remember. I'd really rather find the class, grab a frog or two, and get out of here if you don't mind." His heart was already pounding painfully in his chest, he could feel that he was close to where he'd died. He wasn't sure where it was exactly, but he knew it was close, and it was all he could do to keep his fangs and talons from emerging and from either running or having a breakdown.

"Oh…yeah, let's just…yeah," Draco strode forward, looking for water and where they would find some frogs or toads. "Hey…I understand…" He said just loud enough for Harry to hear.

Taking a deep breath, Harry tried to calm his heart and placed a hand on his egg, the other clenched tightly at his side. Everything was fine, he was immortal, his egg was safe, he now had a flaming snake to guard it even…He looked at this clutched hand where he'd almost dug his fingernails into his palms. With a frown, he raised his hand and slowly opened it, dreading what he knew he was about to see. In the middle of his palm, a familiar pitch-black stone sat seemingly innocently, but it was anything but innocent.

"No…" Harry breathed out as his brain finally processed that the resurrection stone was once more sitting in his hand. He once more had all three hallows in his possession at that very moment. The elder wand was strapped to his wrist, his invisibility cloak was in the bag with his egg to keep it even more warm and to keep it close since he'd felt weird leaving it behind recently…maybe he understood that a little more in that moment. And now the resurrection stone was once more right there.

::Did something happen, my king?:: Saanp asked, sticking her head out of Harry's rolled up sleeve she had wiggled up under.

"No, it's fine," Harry deposited the stone into his pocket, not knowing what to do besides completely freak out, and that was not acceptable with most of his class just meters away. The whole Master of Death thing was just a myth anyway. There must be some kind of magnetism between the objects or something…yeah, that's…well, it didn't actually sound reasonable, but that's what he'd have to go with for now…

"Potter, keep up! A human shield isn't helpful if he's behind you!" Draco informed him with an impatient wave of his hand.

"Yeah, coming," Harry nodded, vowing to deal with the Deathly Hallows just as soon as he actually dealt with the immortality thing…so, possibly never.

"Ok, so I know you are head of Slytherin House, but that doesn't necessarily mean you like snakes. I know you use some of their parts in potions though…" Harry rambled from where he was standing awkwardly in front of Snape who had been minding his own business reading a potions journal until his Gryffindor roommate appeared and started babbling.

"What are you trying to ask me so ineloquently?" Snape sighed and closed the journal, whatever had the teen in such a state must be either serious or ridiculous, it could go either way with the infuriating brat.

"Er…so, there were these snakes that Hagrid had in CoMC today," Harry grimaced. "And er…one insisted on coming home with me."

"Oh, hell no! Tell it no!" Fawkes chirped irritably from his perch.

"I tried to, Fawkes, but she was very insistent!" He protested while Snape's eyes looked between the bird and the teen.

"I believe I'm in agreement with whatever the bird is saying. We do not need yet another creature living in our quarters."

"Kreacher lives in the elves' quarters down by the kitchens, and Fawkes takes up no space at all," Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"Damn right I don't. I can though if he keeps complaining!" The bird threatened. "I can take up space on his head!"

"Snakes can be dangerous, especially if this was one of Hagrid's creatures," Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Also, how can you still speak with it? You should have lost that ability."

Harry shrugged but didn't meet his eyes. "I guess the ability stuck around…Hard to un-learn a language, I guess. Anyway, she'll stay in the fire most of the time anyway."

"The fire?" He raised an eyebrow in shock and concern at that comment. There were not many animals that would live in a fire.

"Er, yeah…" Harry walked over and held out his hand much too close to the fire. Snape opened his mouth to call out in warning until he saw a white snake slither out from under the teen's sleeve and into the flames where she curled up happily.

"Is that an ashwinder? How were you able to hold her?" Snape was suddenly down on his knees staring into the fire at the impossible snake.

"She's some kind of new breed of ashwinder. They live much longer and can leave the flames…Hagrid said he's actually not really sure how long they live," Harry filled him in. "Her name is Saanp."

"Her name is Snake in Hindi? That's not very imaginative," Snape grunted, still studying the newest edition to their rooms. "I hadn't heard there was a new breed. She must be very rare."

"Well, that's what she told me was her name at least, and yeah, it sounded like there weren't many of them at all…so, can she stay? I'll feed her, or get Fawkes to grab her some frogs."

"I will not!" he vehemently protested.

"Er…or maybe Kreacher…"

"Can you ask her if I could have some of her shed skin or venom?" Snape was really trying to temper his enthusiasm. An ashwinder that would live longer than an hour and which could leave the flames was an exceptional find…it almost, or maybe definitely, made another addition to his rooms worth it.

::If he must…:: Saanp sighed pointedly. ::I guess it's not like I need them::

"She said it's fine. She can understand you, you know," Harry informed him but frowned as a thought occurred to him suddenly. "Erm…why don't you introduce yourself? I need to go ask Kreacher something."

He left the grumbling bird and the vampire now telling the snake about the potions her scales could be used for as he ran into his room. "Kreacher!" Harry called out as he put his bag on the bed and pulled out the emerald egg to hold.

"Master Harry!" Kreacher popped in and gave the egg a little smile of greeting. "What's can Kreacher do for you?"

"Ok…so I'm about to ask something really strange and frankly very gross of you," Harry frowned deeply. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before now. "You can definitely tell me no or that it's impossible or that you need help or any combination of that."

Kreacher scoffed. "Just asks Master Harry. Elf magic is very strong, and Kreacher is not bothered by 'gross' as you say."

"Right," Harry gave him a fond smile. "So, I told McGonagall that Percy could use the Chamber of Secrets to transform in, but I just remembered that there is a dead body of the basilisk that bit me down there. I have no idea how decomposed it would be after over five years, but I also just realized that maybe some of it could be used in potions if it was salvageable."

"You's want Kreacher to salvage a basilisk corpse!" The little elf was actually dancing around clapping his hands in glee at that. "The other elveses will be so jealous!"

Harry chuckled at the elf's antics. "Good, so it seems you're interested at least…"

"Interested! Interested! This is a dream, Master Harry! To be entrusted with something worth so much and so rare!"

"Great…er, so it doesn't have eyes, so you should be safe there, but its fangs still have venom in them. Please be careful."

Kreacher stopped his dancing around to pin him with a death glare. "Kreacher is not an idiot, Master Harry."

"I know that; I just worry," he said, realizing that he spent most of his life worrying about his friends and his egg at this point.

Kreacher patted his hand and let up on his glare. "I's know. Now, it needs to be salvaged and cleaned before the full moon, correct?"

"Yes, if possible. I'm sure we could get some help too, if you need it. I don't think I'm going to be able to help…going back in there with the snake…especially since I'm part basilisk now…just thinking about it feels like it'll give me hives," he grimaced.

"Master Harry will need to let his Kreacher into the chamber, but then I's can apparate. What do you want Kreacher to do with the usable bits?"

Harry's eyes widened. "I honestly don't know…Ask Snape?"

"Sure," Kreacher shrugged and opened the door from Harry's room and headed into the main area. "Potion Master Snape! Kreacher needs to sell or use a dead basilisk. Where does he take it?"

"What?!" Harry heard a high-pitched squeak from the common room that he was certain the potion master would never admit came from his throat.

He laughed and put the egg he'd been holding back into its bag. After a second, he took the stone from his pocket and stared into this darkness and traced the symbol of the Deathly Hallows carved into it's surface. The crack from Gryffindor's sword seemed to have fixed itself surprisingly. He didn't really have a desire to call the dead, but it might be nice to speak with Sirius and his parents or at least for them to meet their grandchild when the egg hatched. Especially if he was probably immortal, it might be a good to be able to keep in touch some with those departed…or it would hurt all the more…he couldn't figure out the answer to that dilemma, and it hurt his head yet again.

Harry pulled the elder wand out and focused on the image in his mind of what he wanted; with a swish he conjured a plain silver band around the black stone, resetting it into a ring. "Well, if no one else notices I'm using Dumbledore's wand, they'll definitely notice I'm wearing a similar ring…can't be helped, I guess," he told the egg and he slid the new ring on his right hand. "I'm not putting the stone in the bag with you. You already have the cloak, and I don't want that much death close to you."

"When the potion master recovers, he will contact some suppliers we can sell the basilisk to," Kreacher informed Harry matter-of-factly as he walked back into the room. "Kreacher will be back by after dinner, and Master Harry can show him to the chamber."

"Sure, I'll be here," he said thankfully before the elf popped away again.

"Potter!" It sounded like Snape had recovered and was storming towards his room. Harry just got more comfortable on his bed and smiled towards the doorway that now framed a very frazzled-looking vampire. "There was a BASILISK in the chamber?! How the hell did you survive that?!"

"Er…you didn't know?" He frowned in confusion. "I thought Dumbledore told everyone."

"He bloody well did not! Why are you still alive?!" He crossed his arms and looked like he'd cross the doorway if he didn't know it was one of the few rules they had established that he was not to enter Harry's room.

Harry shrugged. "I probably shouldn't have, but you know my luck. Fawkes was there and saved me."

Snape swung around and looked at the bird who was smugly preening himself over by the fire where he seemed to be getting to know the snake…or possibly deciding if he could eat her…one or the other. "What did you think was petrifying students?" He asked the man incredulously.

"Potter…Harry, there are about twenty different things that I can immediately think of that can petrify a person. It's why Hogwarts is one of the main producers of mandrakes in Europe. It's also why supply was low when we needed it, the plants are bloody difficult to cultivate. An extinct basilisk was nowhere near the top of my guesses as to what could be happening, and no, we were only told that you handled it and Ms. Weasley was somehow involved," he informed the student with an irritated huff. "I would really like to know this full story now though…"

"And some of the basilisk parts I'd assume…"

"That was a given…"

"Sure, you want to go down with Kreacher after dinner?" Harry asked unconcernedly, spinning his new ring on his finger. "I'm not going back down until it's clean, and I'll warn you that it's down a long pipe in the sewers of the school. Perfect for a werewolf transformation, but definitely not good if you want to keep your robes clean."

"I'll chance it," he narrowed his eyes. "That had better not be the ring that killed Albus. Even you aren't that stupid."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course, it isn't. That ring was a horcrux."

Snape harrumphed and pointed a finger at him threateningly. "No adopting any more creatures…even if they have usable parts for potions."

"Wasn't my idea," he sighed and flopped back on his bed.

"And don't forget our trip to London and our appointments with Healer Morris this weekend."

"Yes, Mum!" Harry called out as Snape slammed the door behind him.

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