A green curse struck Harry.
"Potter, do not waste my time dawdling in your skivies."
Harry opened his eyes to see Snape standing there in the hallway, him sitting on the bottom stair still in his underwear. Harry stood up.
"I expect respect Potter," Snape said.
"Yes," Harry said, starting to ascend the stairs.
"That is Yes, Sir," Snape said, "Grab your Potions book and writing supplies Potter--the Headmaster wants us to cover remedial Potions in time for you to re-attempt the OWL."
Harry climbed the stairs, entered his bedroom, and slammed the door closed. He walked over and stroked the feathers of Hedwig.
"What a summer Hedwig," Harry said, "It's imprisonment for the Boy-Who-Lived - no trial necessary."
Harry changed into his clothes. He had put on his trousers and one shoe, balanced trying to put on his left. His scar seared, the room swam about him, then collapsed onto the floor. The memory of Sirius falling through the veil flashed through his mind...
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