Chapter 9: True Friends...
"I hate him, Draco. I hate him." There were straining sobs coming from his godson. He had hidden around the corner once he saw Harry and his blonde friend open the door and he had intended to spy, but never had he imagined this.
"Look, Harry. You shouldn't get yourself all worked up over Black. You said it yourself he's an asshole. He's a self-centered asshole, and I forbid you to talk to him out of class. Do you understand me?" Harry couldn't do much but nod in agreement. He didn't need Sirius right now.in fact, he was the last thing at the moment, "You're my best friend, and I'm sick of seeing you hurt." Draco caught his friend's eyes and smiled.
Harry laughed a little, "If that last sentence wasn't sapish and corny.I don't know what is." Draco chuckled along for a second.
"But, I'm serious Harry. Don't talk to him. Don't look at him. Ignore him. He doesn't deserve you."
"Alright." He stood up and Draco followed, "Do you want to go ahead to class?"
The longhaired man turned away from the two boys and leaned up against the corner of the hallway wall as they left the other way, their footsteps becoming tiny echoes. If what Harry said was true on how he felt.then.
"God, Sirius. What have you done?" but it wasn't his voice. He turned around and saw the terror in his best friend's eyes. It was Remus. The man hadn't seen Harry since the day he left the boys room on the night of the Sorting, but it didn't matter to him what House Harry had ended up in.he was still his best friend's son and would care for the boy no matter what.
Sirius on the other hand.was another, more arrogant story.
"Is it true, Sirius? Is what they said what it sounded like?" Sirius didn't answer, but only turned his head away, "Answer me, damn it! Did you disown him just because he's a Slytherin? What happened to giving him the love he deserved? Or was that all one big lie if he didn't meet your standards?
"You just can't get it through your head that Harry isn't like us. He isn't a Gryffindor, in fact, I approve of his choice as a Slytherin. He's better off there." The man snorted a critical smile, "That boy's right, you know. That Malfoy. You don't deserve Harry, nor will you ever."
And the blonde man turned the corner Sirius hid against and left without giving the other man so much as a glace.
Harry and Draco entered the dungeons where Defense Against the Dark Arts was held and sat down in empty seats.of course they were all empty.but you know what I mean.
"So you'll be alright then?" asked Draco. They sat in the front row on the right side of the room.
"I'll be fine now, thanks." Harry sat back in his seat and took a deep breath.
"If your sure." Harry nodded with a smile, and it fell silent for a while.
"So, what's your godfather like?" Harry broke through.
Draco turned to him with a questioning look, "Huh? What do you mean, what is he like?"
"What's he like when you get to know him?"
"Oh.uh, to his acquaintances and adversaries, he can be really cruel and mean. But to people like me and the other teachers, he's a really nice, caring guy." Explained Draco.
"I'm glad you think of me so highly, Draco." Both of them jumped at the sudden outburst behind them, "I'd have to say that you're a really nice, caring boy, yourself."
"Hello, Uncle Severus." He sighed.
"Good Afternoon, Draco. Mr. Potter." He nodded to the two.
"Good Afternoon, Professor Snape." Harry nodded back.
The professor snorted, "After your little show this morning, I'm surprised to see that you think so." His voice was low and monotone, and Harry thought it was creepy, in a way.
Harry just shrugged at the comment, and then the door burst open and students flooded in.
"Please take a seat.quickly! I'd like to get this lesson started *today*, if you don't mind me adding."
"And what if we do." Everyone turned to the redhead everyone knew so well already. Some gasped at the thought of challenging Professor Snape, while the others laughed.
Snape turned to him and immediately recognized the red hair and freckles, "Another Weasley, is there? By now, one would think that Mister and Misses Weasley would have realized that they had more kids than they could afford. But, I guess they never learned from that *mistake*, now did they." Snape sneered as he saw the boy turn red with anger and embarrassment, "Five points from Gryffindor, for that mouth of yours, and perhaps, if it doesn't run in the family, you'll learn from this mistake. Now, sit. Down."
And everyone did.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts in by far one of the more dangerous classes.if you're not careful. I will teach you how to defend yourself against curses, hexes, and malice spells, and how to cast them. It's more than just silly wand waving and a few nonsensical incantations. This will be like a child learning their first language. You will learn how to give the words meaning, and how to raise a power inside of you, you never knew you had. Some of you will find this more difficult than others while some are born with the natural talent. There will be no foolishness in my class and I do not give out warnings, only detention. I hope I make myself perfectly clear." No one spoke, "Good. We're going to take notes."
Truthfully, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape wouldn't be that bad, Harry thought, as long as he remained in favor of the Slytherins.everything would be great. And so far, that was his favorite class.
But, now it was time to face Sirius in Charms. The one thing he dreaded the most. Draco knew Harry wasn't looking forward to the class. He wasn't looking forward to it himself, but it wasn't like he could skip the class. They were the last to enter the classroom with slumped shoulders.
"Harry, I was beginning to wonder where you were and if you were going to show up or not." It was a familiar voice, but it wasn't Sirius. It was Remus Lupin, "Now, if you two would take seats, we can being today's introduction." He smiled as Harry took a seat in the back of the class with wide eyes.
"I will be taking Professor Black's place for the time being, so I'll ask you all to get out your wands and place them on your desks," while everyone rummaged through their robes' pockets, he went on, "I don't know how long I'll be your Charms teacher, but I'm more than happy to be teaching again. My name is Remus Lupin, but I'll all ask you to call me Professor Lupin, please."
After class, when everyone had left, he had asked Draco to either wait for him outside or go on to the common room without him while he spoke with Lupin, "Professor Lupin?"
The blonde man turned around, "Oh *please*, Harry. Call me Remus outside of class, you know better than that. After two weeks.one would think.."
"Sorry, I just didn't know if you had turned into another Sirius Black, or." Harry was cut off.
"Harry Potter, I'm offended. But, I see what you mean, and I can't tell you how sorry I am," he walked up beside Harry and sat where Draco had previously, "Your father made us promise, about two months before you were born, that we would take care of you had anything happened to the two of them. And unfortunately, something did, but the Ministry wouldn't let us take you. I'm terribly sorry.
"It didn't matter to me, that night, what House you ended up in, I made a *promise* to my best friend that I would take care of you.*not matter what*. And I will. Sirius is going to take time away from here and screw his head on strait while I teach his classes. So, you don't have to worry about running into him after today." Harry nodded with a half smile, "That means you can come visit me. I want company."
End of Chapter 9
I know it doesn't quite make any sense yet, but bear with me...
"I hate him, Draco. I hate him." There were straining sobs coming from his godson. He had hidden around the corner once he saw Harry and his blonde friend open the door and he had intended to spy, but never had he imagined this.
"Look, Harry. You shouldn't get yourself all worked up over Black. You said it yourself he's an asshole. He's a self-centered asshole, and I forbid you to talk to him out of class. Do you understand me?" Harry couldn't do much but nod in agreement. He didn't need Sirius right now.in fact, he was the last thing at the moment, "You're my best friend, and I'm sick of seeing you hurt." Draco caught his friend's eyes and smiled.
Harry laughed a little, "If that last sentence wasn't sapish and corny.I don't know what is." Draco chuckled along for a second.
"But, I'm serious Harry. Don't talk to him. Don't look at him. Ignore him. He doesn't deserve you."
"Alright." He stood up and Draco followed, "Do you want to go ahead to class?"
The longhaired man turned away from the two boys and leaned up against the corner of the hallway wall as they left the other way, their footsteps becoming tiny echoes. If what Harry said was true on how he felt.then.
"God, Sirius. What have you done?" but it wasn't his voice. He turned around and saw the terror in his best friend's eyes. It was Remus. The man hadn't seen Harry since the day he left the boys room on the night of the Sorting, but it didn't matter to him what House Harry had ended up in.he was still his best friend's son and would care for the boy no matter what.
Sirius on the other hand.was another, more arrogant story.
"Is it true, Sirius? Is what they said what it sounded like?" Sirius didn't answer, but only turned his head away, "Answer me, damn it! Did you disown him just because he's a Slytherin? What happened to giving him the love he deserved? Or was that all one big lie if he didn't meet your standards?
"You just can't get it through your head that Harry isn't like us. He isn't a Gryffindor, in fact, I approve of his choice as a Slytherin. He's better off there." The man snorted a critical smile, "That boy's right, you know. That Malfoy. You don't deserve Harry, nor will you ever."
And the blonde man turned the corner Sirius hid against and left without giving the other man so much as a glace.
Harry and Draco entered the dungeons where Defense Against the Dark Arts was held and sat down in empty seats.of course they were all empty.but you know what I mean.
"So you'll be alright then?" asked Draco. They sat in the front row on the right side of the room.
"I'll be fine now, thanks." Harry sat back in his seat and took a deep breath.
"If your sure." Harry nodded with a smile, and it fell silent for a while.
"So, what's your godfather like?" Harry broke through.
Draco turned to him with a questioning look, "Huh? What do you mean, what is he like?"
"What's he like when you get to know him?"
"Oh.uh, to his acquaintances and adversaries, he can be really cruel and mean. But to people like me and the other teachers, he's a really nice, caring guy." Explained Draco.
"I'm glad you think of me so highly, Draco." Both of them jumped at the sudden outburst behind them, "I'd have to say that you're a really nice, caring boy, yourself."
"Hello, Uncle Severus." He sighed.
"Good Afternoon, Draco. Mr. Potter." He nodded to the two.
"Good Afternoon, Professor Snape." Harry nodded back.
The professor snorted, "After your little show this morning, I'm surprised to see that you think so." His voice was low and monotone, and Harry thought it was creepy, in a way.
Harry just shrugged at the comment, and then the door burst open and students flooded in.
"Please take a seat.quickly! I'd like to get this lesson started *today*, if you don't mind me adding."
"And what if we do." Everyone turned to the redhead everyone knew so well already. Some gasped at the thought of challenging Professor Snape, while the others laughed.
Snape turned to him and immediately recognized the red hair and freckles, "Another Weasley, is there? By now, one would think that Mister and Misses Weasley would have realized that they had more kids than they could afford. But, I guess they never learned from that *mistake*, now did they." Snape sneered as he saw the boy turn red with anger and embarrassment, "Five points from Gryffindor, for that mouth of yours, and perhaps, if it doesn't run in the family, you'll learn from this mistake. Now, sit. Down."
And everyone did.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts in by far one of the more dangerous classes.if you're not careful. I will teach you how to defend yourself against curses, hexes, and malice spells, and how to cast them. It's more than just silly wand waving and a few nonsensical incantations. This will be like a child learning their first language. You will learn how to give the words meaning, and how to raise a power inside of you, you never knew you had. Some of you will find this more difficult than others while some are born with the natural talent. There will be no foolishness in my class and I do not give out warnings, only detention. I hope I make myself perfectly clear." No one spoke, "Good. We're going to take notes."
Truthfully, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape wouldn't be that bad, Harry thought, as long as he remained in favor of the Slytherins.everything would be great. And so far, that was his favorite class.
But, now it was time to face Sirius in Charms. The one thing he dreaded the most. Draco knew Harry wasn't looking forward to the class. He wasn't looking forward to it himself, but it wasn't like he could skip the class. They were the last to enter the classroom with slumped shoulders.
"Harry, I was beginning to wonder where you were and if you were going to show up or not." It was a familiar voice, but it wasn't Sirius. It was Remus Lupin, "Now, if you two would take seats, we can being today's introduction." He smiled as Harry took a seat in the back of the class with wide eyes.
"I will be taking Professor Black's place for the time being, so I'll ask you all to get out your wands and place them on your desks," while everyone rummaged through their robes' pockets, he went on, "I don't know how long I'll be your Charms teacher, but I'm more than happy to be teaching again. My name is Remus Lupin, but I'll all ask you to call me Professor Lupin, please."
After class, when everyone had left, he had asked Draco to either wait for him outside or go on to the common room without him while he spoke with Lupin, "Professor Lupin?"
The blonde man turned around, "Oh *please*, Harry. Call me Remus outside of class, you know better than that. After two weeks.one would think.."
"Sorry, I just didn't know if you had turned into another Sirius Black, or." Harry was cut off.
"Harry Potter, I'm offended. But, I see what you mean, and I can't tell you how sorry I am," he walked up beside Harry and sat where Draco had previously, "Your father made us promise, about two months before you were born, that we would take care of you had anything happened to the two of them. And unfortunately, something did, but the Ministry wouldn't let us take you. I'm terribly sorry.
"It didn't matter to me, that night, what House you ended up in, I made a *promise* to my best friend that I would take care of you.*not matter what*. And I will. Sirius is going to take time away from here and screw his head on strait while I teach his classes. So, you don't have to worry about running into him after today." Harry nodded with a half smile, "That means you can come visit me. I want company."
End of Chapter 9
I know it doesn't quite make any sense yet, but bear with me...