My apologies on my incredibly short chapters, however I promise to update the story as often as possible when I am not at uni.

CHAPTER 3 – Harry Dreaming

Ron was furious that he had managed to miss Snape's near nervous breakdown after choosing to stay in the Great Hall to finish off any left over desserts. He had insisted on Harry and Hermione telling him the story over and over again for the entire day.

"So," said Ron in an attempted casual voice, "Do you think he will end up in St Mungos before the year is over. How awesome would that be, just flipping fantastic!"

"Ron!" Said Hermione in an exasperated voice, which knocked the dreamy look right of Ron's face, "Do you think you can drop the subject of Snape and his freak-out for maybe ten minutes?"

"I just think it's amusing," said a very red faced Ron, "I hate that greasy-git and I just find it comforting to know that he is loosing his marbles."

"We know all that," said Harry, "We heard it, what do you think Hermione, forty times today? Anyway what do you think of Professor Lupin? The younger, female one I mean."

Hermione groaned loudly, she was sick of the boys' juvenile conversations. "And we have heard this too Harry. And you know what," she continued, "If I have to hear either of these conversations again today, actually for the rest of the week I will slap the offending talker." Ron and Harry looked at each other with a look that could only say, "Girls?"

"But come on, I'm seventeen, she is twenty-two, that's only five years difference." Ron and Hermione looked at each other and rolled their eyes at Harry's plan. "Don't look at me like that. Just think how thrilled Remus would be at two of the Marauders' children getting married."

"Harry," said Ron with true concern, "You're delusional mate, absolutely flipping nutters."

"Oh well, a man can dream." Harry said sadly. Ron and Hermione both looked at each other and laughed. "Oh, thanks guys, with friends like you I certainly don't need enemies."

"Shut up Harry, you are so melodramatic." Hermione said still laughing.

"With out me Voldermort would still be running around terrorising the wizarding community, I'll have you know." Ron and Hermione stopped laughing and looked at Harry, "Relax guys, I'm not that arrogant."

"I could say differently," said a familiar sarcastic voice from behind the trio.

"Professor Snape," said Ron cheerfully, "How, err, pleasant to see you have recovered after the emotional strain placed on you yesterday." Hermione's and Harry's jaws dropped, they could not believe what Ron was saying, was he mad. Sure he was a good six feet tall now but still this was Snape he was talking to and that meant it would all end in disaster. "I assume you have been seeing mini-Marauders out of the corner of your eye everywhere you go."

"Mr Weasley," said Professor Snape in the dangerously low tone that means trouble, "If you don't learn to watch your tongue you might find you have no tongue to watch."

"I was just showing some concern for a professor," Ron said, further endangering himself to a weeks worth of detentions.

"Forty-seven points from Gryffindor for refusing to respect a professor." Snape spun around and continued making his was down the corridor with his black robes billowing behind him.

"Forty-seven points?" Said Harry, "What the fuck?"

"I don't know, like why not fifty-four or sixty-two," laughed Hermione.