Chapter 13
Taking a seat next to Narnia, two butterbeers in hand, Hagrid looked around the Three Broomsticks again for sign of Remus Lupin. Lifting her glass, Narnia peered through the crowd, taking in the delights the pub had to offer. It didn't remind her of the cleanest establishment she had ever stepped foot in, but it had a charm all its own.
"Not like Professor Lupin ter be late," Hagrid said, concern apparent in his voice.
"Do you know him well, Hagrid?" Narnia asked before taking another sip.
"Not like some folk, I reckon, but enough ter know he's a good man. Always treated me well. Shame he lef' after only one year. Mos' everyone liked him." Pausing and looking wide-eyed at Narnia, he began fumbling through an apology. "Yer the bes' one we had since him. I didn' mean...I...."
Reaching her hand out to his shoulder, Narnia smiled. "Hagrid, it's okay. I know what you meant and from what I've heard about Professor Lupin, it is a shame he didn't stick around. To be honest, I don't believe I know the reason why he did leave."
"If I had remained at Hogwarts, dear lady, none of us would have had the pleasure of your acquaintance." Narnia and Hagrid turned simultaneously to the man that had approached them from behind. Slightly blushing, Narnia smiled and standing from her seat, graciously offered her hand.
"You must be Remus Lupin. Narnia Fairling."
"It's a pleasure," Lupin stated, shaking her hand. As he made his apologies for being tardy, Narnia noticed he had a rugged quality about him in addition to his warm personality. Upon further association with the former DADA professor, she knew his compliment had been sincerely meant and she blushed each time it crossed her mind.
"Well, shall we be off then? Lupin asked. Narnia smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. She made her farewells to Hagrid and rested her hand in the crook of Lupin's offered arm. His politeness she appreciated, realizing she had rarely witnessed this type of courtesy from a man. He waited until they were outside, away from listening ears, to resume their conversation.
"We'll need to walk a little ways, out of town, before we disapparate." Lupin gave his explanation for leading her down the street in a hushed voice before continuing. "Your uncle seems to be very pleased to have you here at Hogwarts."
"I am enjoying it so far. He's been very kind to have me."
"Well, those of us who have not been present at the school have been looking forward to meeting you. Dumbledore speaks very highly of his newest addition to the staff," Lupin replied. Narnia looked up at him and noticed the look of approval in his features.
"As well as some former members of his staff," Narnia added. "It is my understanding that you left some big shoes to fill and I'm afraid they've remained vacant over the last two years. I've got my work cut out for me."
Lupin gave an appreciative grin and led Narnia off the road towards a grouping of boulders.
"Just beyond that point and we're there," Lupin stated, pointing to the stack of rocks. The terrain grew somewhat difficult as they had now left the road and Narnia found the task required all of her attention or else a sprained ankle and mouth full of gravel would be in order. Arriving at the location, Narnia straightened her cloak and brushed back the few wisps of hair that had escaped their braid and had fallen in her face. Gaining control of her breathing, she slipped her arm back into Lupin's before they disapparated.
Lupin wasted no time in approaching the front door, giving Narnia only a brief glance of her surroundings. They were no longer in the countryside, but appeared to be in a suburb of some sort. Houses sat uniformly up and down the street, while small shops were dotted here and there. Despite the sun's position above them, shadows draped the neighborhood. Lupin had given the password for entry and while the door was being opened for them, Narnia took another glance over her shoulder. In quickly scanning her whereabouts, she had noticed the street was empty, however, they stepped inside quickly to keep from being seen.
Once inside, Narnia felt she would rather be back in the street where it was somewhat brighter. The entryway was damp and dark, leaving Narnia to feel somewhat uneasy. From a side doorway, a red-haired woman appeared before them, offering to take their cloaks. Narnia obliged and Lupin began the introductions.
"Narnia Fairling. Molly Weasley. I believe you have Ron and Ginny in your classes?"
Narnia extended her hand. "Yes. They are wonderful students. It's nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley."
"Likewise. Please, call me Molly. We've just finished breakfast, but have a bit left over if you're hungry." Mrs. Weasley raised her brows in question, looking at both of the new arrivals.
"I could eat something." Narnia stated.
"Remus, you know where the kitchen is. Arthur's in there reading the paper. I'll just put these away and be right in." Mrs. Weasley scurried off and Lupin directed Narnia towards the kitchen.
"She's very upbeat. I like that."
"She has to be. Arthur and Molly have seven children." Remus stated.
"Well, that would have something to do with it," Narnia replied, a hint of admiration in her tone.
"The Weasleys have done a great deal for the Order. Arthur works at the Ministry of Magic and keeps close watch there, while Molly keeps headquarters running. I'm not sure how she manages, but she always has a warm meal on the table and everything in order."
Arriving in the kitchen, Narnia noticed a red-haired man, whom she assumed to be Mr. Weasley, sitting at the table, reading the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet. Looking up from his paper, he stood up and came over to greet them.
"Ah, Lupin, how good to see you," he stated warmly, shaking Remus' hand. He turned to face Narnia. "And you must be Professor Fairling."
Narnia nodded in acknowledgement.
"Arthur Weasley." He paused momentarily, before ushering them to be seated. "Please, sit down and help yourself. Dumbledore informed us you would be arriving a bit early, so Molly made a little extra this morning in case you hadn't eaten."
After Lupin and Narnia had filled their plates, Molly joined the trio at the table, briefly, before going about her work again. There wouldn't be any more arrivals of members until later that day and after finishing her meal, there would be nothing to do, but sit and wait. Knowing Mrs. Weasley had her hands full, Narnia felt the only proper course of action was to help her in her preparations for the evening's meeting. Mrs. Weasley was somewhat hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and put Narnia to work.
Narnia was thankful for the distraction. It helped to ease her nerves and pass the time. Working around the house also reminded her of being at home with Gran. They never had a house elf and therefore, the household chores fell upon their shoulders.
Narnia had spent most of the afternoon alone, with some supervision from Mrs. Weasley, when Lupin poked his head into the room where she had been clearing some shelves.
"I see Molly has really put you to work," he chuckled.
"Yes, she has, but I'm glad to be of some help." Narnia replied, rearranging a pile of books.
Lupin crossed the room to where Narnia was standing and examined her work.
"Not bad, I suppose," he stated, jokingly.
"There's enough to do for two people if you'd like to offer your expertise," Narnia teased.
"However tempting that may be, I just popped into check on you."
Narnia paused and turned to look at him. She sensed something was troubling him, despite his carefree manner.
"Remus, is everything...alright?" she began hesitantly. He began to study the items on the shelves, struggling with where to begin.
"When I approached you and Hagrid this morning in Hogsmeade, you made the statement that you were unaware of my reasons for leaving Hogwarts."
Narnia lowered her head, shame encompassing her. "Remus, it's really none of my business. It was wrong of me to say that."
Lupin raised his hand to stop her. "I would like to explain, nonetheless." He began pacing in front of her. "When I was a young boy, I was bitten.....by a werewolf." He looked up to gauge her reaction, surprised at her impassive demeanor. "Your uncle allowed me to attend Hogwarts and my secret was kept throughout all seven years of my education. I even successfully made it through an entire year of teaching without it being known, with the help of Dumbledore and Severus, of course, but at the end of that year, my secret was discovered and my only option was to leave."
Lupin stopped to allow Narnia to digest the information he had just offered her. His revelation did shock her, but she could detect no threat from him. He had shown no signs of hurting her and she was confident it would never be his intention to do so. He had been completely open and considerate to her from the start. She already considered him one of the kindest people she had known and the thought of how great this burden was to bear for him, overwhelmed her. She stepped towards him, closing the gap between them, and laid a gentle hand on his forearm.
"Remus, you'll always have my support. If there is ever anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask."
"I appreciate your kindness." Lupin, gracefully placed a hand on top of hers and a wave of discomfort swept over her. Perhaps her compassion for his predicament had led her to speak too strongly, allowing him to gain the wrong impression.
"You have distracted me from my duties and Molly will not be pleased," Narnia stated jokingly, desperate for transition.
She released her hand and set to work on polishing a silver vase, thankful that the mood had taken a more lighthearted turn. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and noticed that he had moved closer to the bookcases to further study their contents.
"You mentioned that Professor Snape was helpful in your year at Hogwarts." Since Lupin's mention of the Potions Master, Narnia was curious to find out more of his involvement with the former DADA professor.
"Yes. The wolfsbane potion allows me to feel and act like a normal, decent human being and Severus is the only person willing to brew it."
"By 'willing', do you mean, under orders from my uncle?"
Lupin chuckled. "Well, something like that. Due to my history with Severus, I would say your uncle has a great deal to do with it."
"Oh, were you in school together, at Hogwarts?"
Lupin proceeded to relate the events of his school days, telling Narnia about James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, who had betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort, and their ongoing conflicts with Snape. Narnia listened intently trying to picture Snape as a teenager.
"Well, that would certainly explain his treatment of Harry. It's too bad he still carries all of that around with him."
"It seemed to rise to new levels with him when Sirius escaped right from under his nose," Lupin added. "I can't remember a time I've ever seen him so livid."
"Sounds like it was an eventful year to be at Hogwarts."
"Indeed."
Narnia reflected on all Lupin had said, trying to piece everything together. In doing so, a horrid thought registered in her mind.
"Remus, you said your being a werewolf was 'discovered'?"
Lupin replied uncertainly. "Um, yes." "Severus had something to do with it, didn't he," Narnia asked as she turned to face him, teeth clenched, hoping for his denial.
She awaited his response and in noticing his struggle with what to say, she interjected forcibly. "I should have guessed as much."
Lupin sensing her anger quickly recovered from his loss of speech. "Narnia, please keep in mind, that while I cannot deny his part in my leaving Hogwarts, I can neither forget how he has aided me."
At present, she was finding it hard to see how one action counteracted the other. "I cannot believe the nerve of him...to do this," she muttered, turning away from Lupin and resuming her duties. She remembered what her uncle had said to her concerning Snape's reactions to disappointing circumstances. "When the occasion presents itself... there always seems to be some aftermath to tidy up." He had, more than likely, been alluding to the situation with Lupin.
"I have put all of that behind me. It has been nearly 3 years since it happened." Lupin paused before continuing. "With you being Dumbledore's niece and taking the DADA position, Severus has more than enough reason to give you grief."
Bridling her anger, allowing herself to calm down, she turned back to Lupin. "It's not my intention to speak with him about this, Remus. It's just that, for as much as he can be brilliant, he can equally be ignorant and disappointing."
"Well, we all have our quirks. Some are more interesting and difficult than others," Lupin acknowledged, the tone of his voice desiring a change in subject.
Picking up on this, Narnia decided to leave the topic of Snape alone and asked Lupin more details concerning the Order. She listened to Lupin's accounts of all that had happened over the past several years and only stopped him with questions when she needed clarification. The afternoon rattled away quickly and soon, other members began arriving.
Offering to lend a hand with dinner, Narnia was tending to some stew when the others began to arrive. Most of their names she recognized, mostly from Remus' discussion: Mad-Eye Moody, Mundungus Fletcher, and Nymphadora Tonks, to name a few. A sudden movement of black in the corner of her eye, caught her attentions and she looked up, only to find that Snape would be joining their group for the evening. She reflected on her earlier conversations with Lupin and took a deep, calming breath. Beside her, Molly was gathering some bowls and cups, when she felt his presence beside her.
"It appears your value to the Order has been discovered," Snape arrogantly stated.
Narnia continued to stir the contents of the cauldron and looked up to meet his gaze boldly. "While I am sure that your services to the demise of Voldemort..." she emphasized this last word, ignoring Molly's gasp, remembering the discomfort it had caused him before and happy with his current irritation at hearing it, continued. "...are, in no doubt, of supreme significance, they are no more vital than what any other person here may offer."
Before he could respond, Dumbledore, having just arrived, called to him from across the room. To Narnia's pleasure, he gave no hesitation and joined her uncle on the other side of the kitchen.
"Be careful there, dear," Molly whispered. Narnia could detect the apprehension in Molly's voice.
"Do you mean with Professor Snape? He's harmless. Just infuriating."
"I know that your Uncle trusts him and that should be enough, but it's sometimes hard for the rest of us to accept that he truly did turn from You- Know-Who all those years ago."
Narnia's irritation with Snape evaporated quickly. Her mouth dropped open as her stomach climbed its way into her chest. She swallowed hard, unsure if she had just understood Molly correctly. There had to be a misunderstanding.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I...heard...you.... correctly." The words were difficult to say. "Professor Snape...a Death Eater?"
Taking a seat next to Narnia, two butterbeers in hand, Hagrid looked around the Three Broomsticks again for sign of Remus Lupin. Lifting her glass, Narnia peered through the crowd, taking in the delights the pub had to offer. It didn't remind her of the cleanest establishment she had ever stepped foot in, but it had a charm all its own.
"Not like Professor Lupin ter be late," Hagrid said, concern apparent in his voice.
"Do you know him well, Hagrid?" Narnia asked before taking another sip.
"Not like some folk, I reckon, but enough ter know he's a good man. Always treated me well. Shame he lef' after only one year. Mos' everyone liked him." Pausing and looking wide-eyed at Narnia, he began fumbling through an apology. "Yer the bes' one we had since him. I didn' mean...I...."
Reaching her hand out to his shoulder, Narnia smiled. "Hagrid, it's okay. I know what you meant and from what I've heard about Professor Lupin, it is a shame he didn't stick around. To be honest, I don't believe I know the reason why he did leave."
"If I had remained at Hogwarts, dear lady, none of us would have had the pleasure of your acquaintance." Narnia and Hagrid turned simultaneously to the man that had approached them from behind. Slightly blushing, Narnia smiled and standing from her seat, graciously offered her hand.
"You must be Remus Lupin. Narnia Fairling."
"It's a pleasure," Lupin stated, shaking her hand. As he made his apologies for being tardy, Narnia noticed he had a rugged quality about him in addition to his warm personality. Upon further association with the former DADA professor, she knew his compliment had been sincerely meant and she blushed each time it crossed her mind.
"Well, shall we be off then? Lupin asked. Narnia smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. She made her farewells to Hagrid and rested her hand in the crook of Lupin's offered arm. His politeness she appreciated, realizing she had rarely witnessed this type of courtesy from a man. He waited until they were outside, away from listening ears, to resume their conversation.
"We'll need to walk a little ways, out of town, before we disapparate." Lupin gave his explanation for leading her down the street in a hushed voice before continuing. "Your uncle seems to be very pleased to have you here at Hogwarts."
"I am enjoying it so far. He's been very kind to have me."
"Well, those of us who have not been present at the school have been looking forward to meeting you. Dumbledore speaks very highly of his newest addition to the staff," Lupin replied. Narnia looked up at him and noticed the look of approval in his features.
"As well as some former members of his staff," Narnia added. "It is my understanding that you left some big shoes to fill and I'm afraid they've remained vacant over the last two years. I've got my work cut out for me."
Lupin gave an appreciative grin and led Narnia off the road towards a grouping of boulders.
"Just beyond that point and we're there," Lupin stated, pointing to the stack of rocks. The terrain grew somewhat difficult as they had now left the road and Narnia found the task required all of her attention or else a sprained ankle and mouth full of gravel would be in order. Arriving at the location, Narnia straightened her cloak and brushed back the few wisps of hair that had escaped their braid and had fallen in her face. Gaining control of her breathing, she slipped her arm back into Lupin's before they disapparated.
Lupin wasted no time in approaching the front door, giving Narnia only a brief glance of her surroundings. They were no longer in the countryside, but appeared to be in a suburb of some sort. Houses sat uniformly up and down the street, while small shops were dotted here and there. Despite the sun's position above them, shadows draped the neighborhood. Lupin had given the password for entry and while the door was being opened for them, Narnia took another glance over her shoulder. In quickly scanning her whereabouts, she had noticed the street was empty, however, they stepped inside quickly to keep from being seen.
Once inside, Narnia felt she would rather be back in the street where it was somewhat brighter. The entryway was damp and dark, leaving Narnia to feel somewhat uneasy. From a side doorway, a red-haired woman appeared before them, offering to take their cloaks. Narnia obliged and Lupin began the introductions.
"Narnia Fairling. Molly Weasley. I believe you have Ron and Ginny in your classes?"
Narnia extended her hand. "Yes. They are wonderful students. It's nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley."
"Likewise. Please, call me Molly. We've just finished breakfast, but have a bit left over if you're hungry." Mrs. Weasley raised her brows in question, looking at both of the new arrivals.
"I could eat something." Narnia stated.
"Remus, you know where the kitchen is. Arthur's in there reading the paper. I'll just put these away and be right in." Mrs. Weasley scurried off and Lupin directed Narnia towards the kitchen.
"She's very upbeat. I like that."
"She has to be. Arthur and Molly have seven children." Remus stated.
"Well, that would have something to do with it," Narnia replied, a hint of admiration in her tone.
"The Weasleys have done a great deal for the Order. Arthur works at the Ministry of Magic and keeps close watch there, while Molly keeps headquarters running. I'm not sure how she manages, but she always has a warm meal on the table and everything in order."
Arriving in the kitchen, Narnia noticed a red-haired man, whom she assumed to be Mr. Weasley, sitting at the table, reading the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet. Looking up from his paper, he stood up and came over to greet them.
"Ah, Lupin, how good to see you," he stated warmly, shaking Remus' hand. He turned to face Narnia. "And you must be Professor Fairling."
Narnia nodded in acknowledgement.
"Arthur Weasley." He paused momentarily, before ushering them to be seated. "Please, sit down and help yourself. Dumbledore informed us you would be arriving a bit early, so Molly made a little extra this morning in case you hadn't eaten."
After Lupin and Narnia had filled their plates, Molly joined the trio at the table, briefly, before going about her work again. There wouldn't be any more arrivals of members until later that day and after finishing her meal, there would be nothing to do, but sit and wait. Knowing Mrs. Weasley had her hands full, Narnia felt the only proper course of action was to help her in her preparations for the evening's meeting. Mrs. Weasley was somewhat hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and put Narnia to work.
Narnia was thankful for the distraction. It helped to ease her nerves and pass the time. Working around the house also reminded her of being at home with Gran. They never had a house elf and therefore, the household chores fell upon their shoulders.
Narnia had spent most of the afternoon alone, with some supervision from Mrs. Weasley, when Lupin poked his head into the room where she had been clearing some shelves.
"I see Molly has really put you to work," he chuckled.
"Yes, she has, but I'm glad to be of some help." Narnia replied, rearranging a pile of books.
Lupin crossed the room to where Narnia was standing and examined her work.
"Not bad, I suppose," he stated, jokingly.
"There's enough to do for two people if you'd like to offer your expertise," Narnia teased.
"However tempting that may be, I just popped into check on you."
Narnia paused and turned to look at him. She sensed something was troubling him, despite his carefree manner.
"Remus, is everything...alright?" she began hesitantly. He began to study the items on the shelves, struggling with where to begin.
"When I approached you and Hagrid this morning in Hogsmeade, you made the statement that you were unaware of my reasons for leaving Hogwarts."
Narnia lowered her head, shame encompassing her. "Remus, it's really none of my business. It was wrong of me to say that."
Lupin raised his hand to stop her. "I would like to explain, nonetheless." He began pacing in front of her. "When I was a young boy, I was bitten.....by a werewolf." He looked up to gauge her reaction, surprised at her impassive demeanor. "Your uncle allowed me to attend Hogwarts and my secret was kept throughout all seven years of my education. I even successfully made it through an entire year of teaching without it being known, with the help of Dumbledore and Severus, of course, but at the end of that year, my secret was discovered and my only option was to leave."
Lupin stopped to allow Narnia to digest the information he had just offered her. His revelation did shock her, but she could detect no threat from him. He had shown no signs of hurting her and she was confident it would never be his intention to do so. He had been completely open and considerate to her from the start. She already considered him one of the kindest people she had known and the thought of how great this burden was to bear for him, overwhelmed her. She stepped towards him, closing the gap between them, and laid a gentle hand on his forearm.
"Remus, you'll always have my support. If there is ever anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask."
"I appreciate your kindness." Lupin, gracefully placed a hand on top of hers and a wave of discomfort swept over her. Perhaps her compassion for his predicament had led her to speak too strongly, allowing him to gain the wrong impression.
"You have distracted me from my duties and Molly will not be pleased," Narnia stated jokingly, desperate for transition.
She released her hand and set to work on polishing a silver vase, thankful that the mood had taken a more lighthearted turn. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and noticed that he had moved closer to the bookcases to further study their contents.
"You mentioned that Professor Snape was helpful in your year at Hogwarts." Since Lupin's mention of the Potions Master, Narnia was curious to find out more of his involvement with the former DADA professor.
"Yes. The wolfsbane potion allows me to feel and act like a normal, decent human being and Severus is the only person willing to brew it."
"By 'willing', do you mean, under orders from my uncle?"
Lupin chuckled. "Well, something like that. Due to my history with Severus, I would say your uncle has a great deal to do with it."
"Oh, were you in school together, at Hogwarts?"
Lupin proceeded to relate the events of his school days, telling Narnia about James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, who had betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort, and their ongoing conflicts with Snape. Narnia listened intently trying to picture Snape as a teenager.
"Well, that would certainly explain his treatment of Harry. It's too bad he still carries all of that around with him."
"It seemed to rise to new levels with him when Sirius escaped right from under his nose," Lupin added. "I can't remember a time I've ever seen him so livid."
"Sounds like it was an eventful year to be at Hogwarts."
"Indeed."
Narnia reflected on all Lupin had said, trying to piece everything together. In doing so, a horrid thought registered in her mind.
"Remus, you said your being a werewolf was 'discovered'?"
Lupin replied uncertainly. "Um, yes." "Severus had something to do with it, didn't he," Narnia asked as she turned to face him, teeth clenched, hoping for his denial.
She awaited his response and in noticing his struggle with what to say, she interjected forcibly. "I should have guessed as much."
Lupin sensing her anger quickly recovered from his loss of speech. "Narnia, please keep in mind, that while I cannot deny his part in my leaving Hogwarts, I can neither forget how he has aided me."
At present, she was finding it hard to see how one action counteracted the other. "I cannot believe the nerve of him...to do this," she muttered, turning away from Lupin and resuming her duties. She remembered what her uncle had said to her concerning Snape's reactions to disappointing circumstances. "When the occasion presents itself... there always seems to be some aftermath to tidy up." He had, more than likely, been alluding to the situation with Lupin.
"I have put all of that behind me. It has been nearly 3 years since it happened." Lupin paused before continuing. "With you being Dumbledore's niece and taking the DADA position, Severus has more than enough reason to give you grief."
Bridling her anger, allowing herself to calm down, she turned back to Lupin. "It's not my intention to speak with him about this, Remus. It's just that, for as much as he can be brilliant, he can equally be ignorant and disappointing."
"Well, we all have our quirks. Some are more interesting and difficult than others," Lupin acknowledged, the tone of his voice desiring a change in subject.
Picking up on this, Narnia decided to leave the topic of Snape alone and asked Lupin more details concerning the Order. She listened to Lupin's accounts of all that had happened over the past several years and only stopped him with questions when she needed clarification. The afternoon rattled away quickly and soon, other members began arriving.
Offering to lend a hand with dinner, Narnia was tending to some stew when the others began to arrive. Most of their names she recognized, mostly from Remus' discussion: Mad-Eye Moody, Mundungus Fletcher, and Nymphadora Tonks, to name a few. A sudden movement of black in the corner of her eye, caught her attentions and she looked up, only to find that Snape would be joining their group for the evening. She reflected on her earlier conversations with Lupin and took a deep, calming breath. Beside her, Molly was gathering some bowls and cups, when she felt his presence beside her.
"It appears your value to the Order has been discovered," Snape arrogantly stated.
Narnia continued to stir the contents of the cauldron and looked up to meet his gaze boldly. "While I am sure that your services to the demise of Voldemort..." she emphasized this last word, ignoring Molly's gasp, remembering the discomfort it had caused him before and happy with his current irritation at hearing it, continued. "...are, in no doubt, of supreme significance, they are no more vital than what any other person here may offer."
Before he could respond, Dumbledore, having just arrived, called to him from across the room. To Narnia's pleasure, he gave no hesitation and joined her uncle on the other side of the kitchen.
"Be careful there, dear," Molly whispered. Narnia could detect the apprehension in Molly's voice.
"Do you mean with Professor Snape? He's harmless. Just infuriating."
"I know that your Uncle trusts him and that should be enough, but it's sometimes hard for the rest of us to accept that he truly did turn from You- Know-Who all those years ago."
Narnia's irritation with Snape evaporated quickly. Her mouth dropped open as her stomach climbed its way into her chest. She swallowed hard, unsure if she had just understood Molly correctly. There had to be a misunderstanding.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I...heard...you.... correctly." The words were difficult to say. "Professor Snape...a Death Eater?"