Disclaimer: The next two chapters are kind of short. Sorry. 'Fixing A Hole' belongs to the Beatles. Please review!
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Gains and Losses
Chapter 17
It Really Doesn't Matter If I'm Wrong Or Right
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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door
and kept my mind from wandering
where it will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
See the people standing there
who disagree and never win
and wonder why they don't get in my door
Romulus and Harry were walking to their potions class when they realized they were the only ones in the hallway. They were lost.
"Shit! I think we're lost"
"Snape is going to kill us!" said Romulus
They continued wandering through the halls until they heard talking coming from one of the classroom. They look inside and recognized it by the students. It was their potions class, and luckily Snape wasn't there yet. They ran into the classroom and sat down in the two remaining seats next to Morticia.
"Where were you? You should be happy that my father isn't here yet" Morticia snapped
Suddenly Snape stormed into the room, his Black robes flying behind him. Harry noticed that his robes were still soggy from his morning 'bath'.
"That's ten points from each Potter and Lupin" he snapped
"Why?" asked Harry and Romulus in union
For being late and not admitting it, which by the way is lying, I'll take off another ten each for that. And I think I'll take off another 10 for rudely questioning me"
"That's not fair!" yelled Harry
"Fifty points from Gryffindor! Don't even try to yell at me! I have privileges that you will never have"
The whole class stared at Snape with wide eyes. Snape walked over to the front of the classroom and glared at the students.
"Gryffindor…the worst kind of dunderheads you could find. It's going to be a hard year"
The Gryffindors stared at him with their jaws touching the floor.
"You are here to learn the science and art of potion making. For there is no foolish want-waving you will hardly believe this is magic. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death"
His cold eyes fixed on Harry.
"Potter! What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"I have no idea"
"Just as I expected, another dunderhead"
"I know the answer!" Romulus said, waving his arms in the air "Monkshood and Wolfsbane is the same plant that also goes by the name of aconite. The Wolfsbane potion is taken by werewolves to allow them to keep their minds during transformations"
"Ten points from Gryffindor for being an annoying, insolent brat!" snapped Snape
"Hey, don't talk to my friend like that!" yelled Harry
"You are just like your father, a rude, bigheaded disgrace to nature!"
"How dare you talk about my father that way, you…DIRTY BASTARD!"
The whole class went silent. Morticia hid her face in her hands and Romulus stared at Harry with wide eyes. From all the stories they had heard nobody had ever talked back at Snape before.
"What did you just say?" growled Snape
"I believe that I jut called you a dirty bastard. Which is what you are. Don't ever talk about my friends and father that way because I can get ugly"
"I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO THAT WAY!"
"Good for you and a little word of advise, wash your hair, people are trying really hard to keep a clean environment"
"I will not tolerate this in my classroom!"
"Good because I'm leaving!"
Harry grabbed his book and ran out the door.
"One hundred points from Gryffindor!" Snape yelled after him
Harry ran all the way down the hallway until he couldn't run anymore. He sat down on the cold stone floor, his back against the wall, pulled his knees to his chest and cried.
"Harry?" said a voice
Harry looked up into the friendly amber eyes of Remus Lupin. Remus sat down next to him.
"Harry, what wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked
"Snape started insulting me, Romulus and my dad. I blew up at him and ran out of class"
Remus gave Harry a sympathetic look and pulled him into a hug.
"Don't worry, people say mean things sometimes"
"I know it's just that I can't take people insulting me like that, it makes me feel so low"
"I know Harry but you have to get used to it. Not everybody will like you. A lot of people hated me when I was younger, including Snape"
"Really? You don't seem like the person that somebody would hate"
"Believe me, I am. Just please don't cry"
Harry wiped the tears from his eyes.
"I hate you seeing me like this, I must look so pathetic"
"No you don't. Everybody cries and there's nothing wrong with it."
"You're a great person to talk to"
"I'll always be here for you and you can tell me anything, okay? Well just until Sirius comes back, then you can go to him"
"Sirius is probably never going to come back, he'll be locked in there forever"
"He'll get out of there someday, I can promise you that."
"Thanks"
"Good. Now I believe your class with me should be starting soon. Care to come wait for the other students with me?" I can show you the red caps I'm teaching the third years about"
"Sounds great"
Remus pulled Harry up and they walked over to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom together.
I'm painting my room in a colorful way,
and when my mind is wandering
there I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
Silly people run around
they worry me and never ask me
why they don't get past my door I'm taking my time for a number of things
that weren't important yesterday
and I still go
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Disclaimer: Really short, I know. Just so you know Harry doesn't know that Remus and Romulus are werewolves yet.
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