Harry decided to put them out of their misery of thinking the best hope for the world was crazy. ~Percipio Percepi Perceptum~ The bright white ball made it's rounds again. Then Ron and Hermione started laughing, too. Not really because it was funny, but it was much better and healthier to make a joke about something instead of cry about it, right. Especially if there isn't much else you can do about it, other than continue to live your life.
"Well, I'm hungry, let's go up for dinner now. Accio Firebolt. All Aboard!" Harry joked. Harry checked to make sure that his snakes were still there.
They weren't.
~Where are you? ~ Harry hissed loudly.
~We are here with the sleeping one~
~He has stopped snoring~
~His eyes are openi…~
The rest was cut off by a scream.
The trio looked at each other, horrified that they had completely forgotten about Lupin, and had almost left him in a strange, 'dark' place with only Harry's snakes for company.
"Oh, Bloody Heck!"
"Shoot!"
"I can't believe it!"
"We were about to leave him here."
"We're so sorry, Professor Lupin." Hermione said as they all rushed into the library and over to the couch where Remus Lupin was.
"Could you guys just call me Remus when there isn't anyone else nearby. It feels to formal, and you call Sirius that." Remus was whined, keeping his concentration off the four large emerald eyes that were staring at him. "What happened? Where am I? Who are they?"
"You're in the Chamber of Secrets, but don't worry, no evil is left in here, I already killed the basilisk, and they are just my snakes. Average Vicissitudo Snakes." Harry half joked, as he increased the number of emerald eyes to six.
His memories of the afternoon came back. "Oh My Gosh!" Remus almost bolted for the door, but restrained himself after the first step. "Why," He said almost mournfully. "I know you have a lack of regard for the rules, and that your father and his friends didn't hold much by them either, but the Dark Arts?"
"I've looked into it, and founds the only thing that has any bearing on good and evil is the wizards intent. And I only intend to kill one person," Harry said hoping to lighten the mood. As you might guess, it didn't help much. Lupin's eyes just widened a bit more, even though the Trio had thought that was impossible a few seconds ago.
"Look, Harry, I don't think Remus will ever have any confidence in you ever again if…"
Harry cut her off, "And WHOSE fault is that. Lupin shouldn't have to bear this. He should be blissfully ignorant in his office right now. Why did you tell him that? I thought you knew what you were doing." Harry was now peeved at Hermione.
"You need adult guidance and approval, and Dumbledore's too busy to make understand. And Lupin knows how to keep a secret from him. He kept the fact that Sirius, James and Peter was anamigi from him, didn't he. And you didn't let me finish. I was going to say, if you didn't show him. I don't think we would have stuck by you either it you had gone evil. That spell is really handy, it won't tire Ron out."
They're going to use the Confucius spell on me. Stop being an idiot. Until you have more proof, just stay loyal to your friends. What friends. GRR. Well then, oh I just wish I could believe them. I'll trust them.
"Lupin, could I perform a spell on you? It is a knowledge-sharing spell, and you will have all my memories and knowledge, and I will have yours. Okay? And don't worry about the spell going wrong. I have done it twice perfectly successfully already." Harry decided he'd better be quiet and give Lupin a chance to reply.
"Ookay," Lupin said in a somewhat shaky voice, but nowhere near as bad as it could be.
~Percipio Percepi Perceptum~
"Wow. I believe you guys now. What do you think Salazar's planning? Wait a minute Vicissitudo Snakes can change size and color to mach their need, then their master in that order, and are very loyal, average snakes indeed." Lupin snorted. He had found the information among all of Harry's other memories. The few hours of knowledge stood out particularly well because of the learning spell.
"I have only conjectures. As I told Ron and Hermione, I don't think he's out to get me, but we'd better be careful. I wouldn't want him attempting to save me like Dobby did." They all laughed.
"Ron, you're a telepath?"
Yep, I got tired last night, but now I am back up to full power, thanks to Harry's spell. Ron sent strongly to all of them.
"I want to try something, Remus. Would you try to understand what I say?"
"Sure," he said, looking confused.
~Can you speak this language, now that I have transferred that knowledge to you? ~
"What language?"
~YES, Just listen to me. It worked. I wonder how long these effects of the spell will last. ~
"Oh, can I speak it now?"
"I don't think so. It's almost as if I am using a different set of vocal cords, magical ones, when I speak it. Which would make sense; more powerful spells are spoken in Parseltongue. Hey," ~Ron, Hermione, can you guys understand me?~
*Yep*
^But we still can't talk that way. ^
"Wow. They're speaking Griffinese and Felinese? Yep, I remember now. Impressive. It took James, Sirius and… someone I don't know anymore… four years to become anamigi."
"Yeah we're fast learners, especially with help of one of the founders of Hogwarts, even if he isn't here right now." All of the sudden, everyone's stomach growled at the group of them in perfect synchronization.
"Bloody Heck! We missed dinner!"
"Hey Ron, if you want to you could take Zarsal or Thrinsyl for the password and go and get us some dinner from the kitchen." Harry asked.
Ron was about to object when Hermione said, "Pretty please! You'll get to ride Harry's Firebolt some more."
Ron was about to agree when Harry swore. "Ron, remember we got detention with Snape tonight!"
Ron swore too. They were most definitely already late.
"Everyone who wants to leave the Chamber tonight hop on." Harry flew as quickly as he could up the pipes, out the entrance and down to the dungeons. They stopped at the entrance to Snape's classroom. "Could you guys please take my broom? Thank you. You do remember where the kitchens are from your Maraudering days, just joking; I don't think you're going senile, yet. Snape is going to kill me. So I'd better tell you now. I love you Lupin, and Hermione. I hope to see you tomorrow." Harry tried to keep a strait face, but burst out laughing.
He slung an arm around Ron for support, because he was laughing so hard, even though there was little to laugh at.
"Potter, Weasley, you're late. Why are you laughing? Potter, sit here. Weasley sit there." He pointed to opposite ends of the classroom. "You are to successfully make Nightingale's Dream, and then." Snape eyed them, maliciously flipping to the back of the book, "Polyjuice Potion. You will have to come here when it is necessary to do so until it is finished."
They scrambled to do as they were told. After about half an hour Snape went close to Harry's potion and hissed, "This is much to watery. You are just like your father, holding something over my head."
Then he quickly retreated before Harry could say something, even if he wanted to. Frankly, Harry was shocked. He didn't think he was anything like his father's school self.
Because he was so shocked, Ron was able to finish before him. Ron cleaned his things, filled a vial, and set it on Snape's desk.
Meet me in the common room when you're done. I'll be waiting. If you run into any trouble, try hollering at me through this link I just set up. I found out about it in one of the books I read today, The Fine Art of Telepathy. Bye.
Bye, Harry sent miserably.
After Harry was sure that Ron was out of range, he thought more about what Snape had said a few hours ago. He had a hunch he might need or want to become friends sometime in the future. Who knows, a hunch might be something like the sight. And I am not the same juvenile my father was. I just have to prove that to Snape, which will have to be really short and fast, because I don't know that I have the courage for a long talk against that death glare. I have to differentiate my self from my father in Snape's eyes. What would my father never do? Apologize. Ah man. Why me? But I don't have to do it. Yes I do. If I want to stay a moral human being I do. And my hunch tells me maybe I have more than just my morality at stake here. I just finished with my potion, now is as good a time as any.
Harry set his flask down on Snape's desk, with Snape watching him balefully. Just do it. "Professor Snape, I am really sorry about looking at your private stuff. I am ashamed that I did so, and am more ashamed what my father did when he was younger. I hope someday you will realize that I am not the same person my father is, even if we do look somewhat alike."
He bent down on his knee to try to impress Snape with his seriousness, with Snape's eyes going wider and wider. "Please forgive me."