Wow! I'm back! Scary, huh? Yeah, pretty damn. But, hey, why not? Sorry about the whole not updating thing. In all honesty, I just didn't feel like it. But now...whoa, I swear I posted this chapter. Scaaaaaaaary. Well, comment, please, I'm starved for attention. Oh, and please read my FictionPress stuff...show some heart, for the love of god...I'm kidding. But it would be nice.
Dumbledore sat me down in his huge-ass office. Honestly, I get shoved in the dungeon and Albus has an entire wing. Well, yes, I know, he is the Headmaster, but still...oh, I'm just whining.
"Hello, Severus. How are you doing?"
"Better." That's not a lie. It's somewhat true.
"Excellent. So you've stopped drinking?"
"Yes. How do you know?"
"Minerva told me." I wasn't really angry. She's a very intelligent woman, she knows what to say and what not to say. "And another thing, Severus. This is a highly personal question, but..."
"Yes, we're dating. So? Do you really need to know?"
"Well, dating between teachers is generally discouraged at Hogwarts. And also...well, you're going through a major life change right now, and I don't know if you really should be dating anyone." Then I got angry.
"Listen, Albus, you don't understand, that woman is the only-she's the only thing that keeps me going. It's only for her that I'm doing this. And another thing. You know Potter? He insulted me the other day. It was horrible. I'm almost started drinking again. You need to get that boy under control, do you understand me?"
"What did he say to you? And what caused it?" I hate repeating insults. It always gets me all choked up, even if I didn't cry the first time around. Naturally, I didn't want Dumbledore to think that I'm the emotional basket case that I am, so I tried to keep it together.
"I simply noted that he was not paying attention to his potion, and he started arguing with me, and he told me..." I took a deep breath. "That my life had amounted to nothing, in essence. That I was pathetic because I'd never gotten over what happened in my school days and that I took out all of my petty anger on him and..." I stopped because my voice was starting to crack. Dumbledore leaned back in his massive chair.
"That is unforgivable."
"He should be expelled. If Draco Malfoy had said that, he would be expelled. If I had said that back when I was a student to any of my teachers I would have been kicked out faster than-than anything."
"I'll remove him from the Quidditch team. And dock 200 points from Gryffindor. I don't care if he's the captain, I don't care if he saved the wizarding world, I can't expel him for obvious reasons but that is the worst that possibly be done to him. Shall I call him in right now?" I was still a little shaky.
"In a bit..." I took a few breaths. "Call him in now. Do you want me to go get him?"
"No, I'll do it. Wait here, I'll be back very soon. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Severus." He left, and about five minutes later he came back with a visibly frightened Harry. He freaked when he saw me. I could feel an involuntary smirk curling up my face, but I quickly smothered it.
"Sir, why is...what's Professor Snape doing here?"
"Sit down, Harry." He sat down in a chair next to me. He was staring at me. I kept his gaze. "Harry, it has come to my attention that you made an incredibly rude remark to Professor Snape the other day. Do you remember?"
"No...no...I...he's lying...I don't remember anything..." He was lying through his teeth, and it was painfully obvious.
"Well, I will take his word over yours. You are hereby cut from the Quidditch team. For the rest of your time at this school." He started flapping his mouth silently, like a fish. Then he stood up.
"You can't do this to me! Why would you take his word over mine? He's a Death Eater, a failure, an alcoholic-" I stood up.
"Where did you get that idea? Where? Why would you say that? What have you heard?" He flattened against the wall.
"Professor, I...I don't know..."
"Oh yes you do! What?"
"Um...er...I saw you drinking from something once...a few times...and you smelled like it once...and I really don't know, it's just a rumor, really..." I sat down. I was speechless. Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak. He was eerily calm.
"Harry, I know that you wish to begin training to be an Auror. I will be informing the committee for deciding who begins this training of your little outbursts-all of them. I don't know how this will influence them, but..."
"But I was just making it up, I swear, I'm sorry, I really am..."
"Get out of here, Harry." Harry stormed out. Dumbledore looked at me like I'm-so-sorry-but-you-got-yourself-into-this and it pissed me off so I left. And now I'm in my room and I don't know whether to be pleased or sad but when it really comes down to it sad's easier so it looks like I'll go with that. Ho hum. And I'm seeing a shrink tomorrow. Honestly, I don't know what's going to happen.