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Chapter Three:
When Severus opened the door, he was engulfed in a wave of sadness and pain. He looked around the room in search of the source, his eyes landed on the piano. His eyes widened momentarily in shock when he saw Harry was the source. Making a decision to wait until he finished playing and then question him about why he was playing such a sorrowful song with so much feeling.
The song ended and Harry went to turn the page to play another song. Severus chose this moment to make his presence known. He quietly walked up behind Harry and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. Harry went tense and stiff (hehehe) before turning around to face Severus.
"We need to talk." Harry sighed, but nodded. He had known he might be seeing the older man. He was after all in his territory.
Harry followed the other man through the twisting corridors of the dungeons to Severus' office. He sat when Severus motioned for him to sit.
"Potter, what were you doing in MY dungeons?" Harry fought the urge to shift in his seat.
"I was using the piano, sir,"
"WHY were you playing a piano in the dungeons?"
"Well, you see, it's the only one I've found, so I used it." Harry answered as if it were obvious.
"How did you find it? I've never seen that room before!" Harry sighed.
"I don't understand what you mean. It's just a room."
"Well, Potter, that room has never been there before tonight!"
"Nonsense professor, it's been there for at least all of this year. Probably more, considering the amount of dust." Severus just stared at Harry, shock visible on his face.
"Harry, that room was never there before."
"But, professor, I've been there before." Harry was adamant that he was right, and he was I might add.
"Did you notice anything strange about that room?" An explanation was starting to form itself in Severus' mind.
Well, there was some strange writing on the wall. I'm not sure what it said, but I think it was in Celtic."
"Show me, Potter." Severus demanded, and Harry stood and left the room.
Harry showed Severus the writing on the wall, and Severus gasped at what he read. There was no possible way this could happen.
"Professor?" Harry ventured when his teacher hadn't said anything or moved for a while. Severus' head snapped around to look at Harry. "What does it say?"
"It says, well, it says." Harry was astonished; his evil, greasy potions master was at a loss for words!
"Professor, just spit it out." Harry immediately clamped a hand over his mouth and started apologizing.
"Potter, stop it! It basically says that Ravenclaw's heir will be a changeling, and will save the world twice over. It says that by the time he turns sixteen, he should be resuming his proper appearance. It also says that only her heir will be able to get into this room." Severus growled at the other boy.
"Oh, so then, how come I can get in here? I'm not Ravenclaw's heir, that's absurd!" Getting frustrated, Severus snarled at Harry to get back to his dorm room, which he did.
Severus had finally made it back to his office a few minutes after he snarled at Harry. He sighed, and plopped down into the comfy chair he conjured by the fire. He started sipping his wine, when an owl flew into his room, depositing a letter in his wine. Severus let loose an animalistic growl before grabbing the letter. As he read the letter, his face became paler than it already was.
Chapter Three:
When Severus opened the door, he was engulfed in a wave of sadness and pain. He looked around the room in search of the source, his eyes landed on the piano. His eyes widened momentarily in shock when he saw Harry was the source. Making a decision to wait until he finished playing and then question him about why he was playing such a sorrowful song with so much feeling.
The song ended and Harry went to turn the page to play another song. Severus chose this moment to make his presence known. He quietly walked up behind Harry and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. Harry went tense and stiff (hehehe) before turning around to face Severus.
"We need to talk." Harry sighed, but nodded. He had known he might be seeing the older man. He was after all in his territory.
Harry followed the other man through the twisting corridors of the dungeons to Severus' office. He sat when Severus motioned for him to sit.
"Potter, what were you doing in MY dungeons?" Harry fought the urge to shift in his seat.
"I was using the piano, sir,"
"WHY were you playing a piano in the dungeons?"
"Well, you see, it's the only one I've found, so I used it." Harry answered as if it were obvious.
"How did you find it? I've never seen that room before!" Harry sighed.
"I don't understand what you mean. It's just a room."
"Well, Potter, that room has never been there before tonight!"
"Nonsense professor, it's been there for at least all of this year. Probably more, considering the amount of dust." Severus just stared at Harry, shock visible on his face.
"Harry, that room was never there before."
"But, professor, I've been there before." Harry was adamant that he was right, and he was I might add.
"Did you notice anything strange about that room?" An explanation was starting to form itself in Severus' mind.
Well, there was some strange writing on the wall. I'm not sure what it said, but I think it was in Celtic."
"Show me, Potter." Severus demanded, and Harry stood and left the room.
Harry showed Severus the writing on the wall, and Severus gasped at what he read. There was no possible way this could happen.
"Professor?" Harry ventured when his teacher hadn't said anything or moved for a while. Severus' head snapped around to look at Harry. "What does it say?"
"It says, well, it says." Harry was astonished; his evil, greasy potions master was at a loss for words!
"Professor, just spit it out." Harry immediately clamped a hand over his mouth and started apologizing.
"Potter, stop it! It basically says that Ravenclaw's heir will be a changeling, and will save the world twice over. It says that by the time he turns sixteen, he should be resuming his proper appearance. It also says that only her heir will be able to get into this room." Severus growled at the other boy.
"Oh, so then, how come I can get in here? I'm not Ravenclaw's heir, that's absurd!" Getting frustrated, Severus snarled at Harry to get back to his dorm room, which he did.
Severus had finally made it back to his office a few minutes after he snarled at Harry. He sighed, and plopped down into the comfy chair he conjured by the fire. He started sipping his wine, when an owl flew into his room, depositing a letter in his wine. Severus let loose an animalistic growl before grabbing the letter. As he read the letter, his face became paler than it already was.
