Sorry for the delay. I have a massive deadline on 2/11/05 and most of my time in front of a computer is spent on spreadsheets and programming lately.
This chapter is takes place about 10 days after Harry Snape reach an understanding (it is now Friday, 10/18/96, in the story.). It is basically what people think about what is going on (Harry, Severus, Ron, Hermione, Other Gryffindor's, Albus, Draco, Remus Minerva). Each change of scene/viewpoint can cover/reflect on those last 10 days.
I hope the length makes up a bit for the delay.
Chapter 34 something's going on
Luckily, Ron handled this bit of information better than the suspected identity of Harry's father.
Harry still remembers the look on Ron's face before he said, "Merlin, Harry! I take back everything I ever said about how I wish I was you. This might be the one thing that can cure me of my jealous fits. I don't envy you at all. No wonder Dumbledore is so concerned about your safety."
The prophecy, of course, was no surprise to Hermione, who took this time to scold Ron for his insensitivity.
As the days went by, Ron treated Harry the same as before, except for the lack of jealous fits. It seems like this was the cure for his jealousy. Ron had finally grown up. After reviewing everything that occurred in Harry's life, he finally realized that the bad far out-weighed the good.
Ron thought that one of the good things in Harry's life right now was his relationship with Snape. Even though Ron could not imagine Snape being anything other than an overgrown bat or a greasy git, Harry seemed to be thriving due to the new relationship.
From what Harry said, the potential father and son pair laughed, talked, and even enjoyed a comfortable silence with one another during Harry's detentions. Ron almost fainted when Harry mentioned that Snape showed him his chocolate frog card collection, which included an original Merlin card and one of the rarest cards ever, Agrippa.
Of course, what Ron didn't understand was, if the two of them were getting along so famously, why won't Snape agree to brew the potion with Harry? That was probably the only blemish in Harry's life right now. Ron just wished that there was something he could do about it.
Hermione, however, seemed more concerned about Harry than before.
She can still remember what Harry said that night, 'Responsible for someone else's death'. Much as she wanted to believe that those words were spoken out of fear, she couldn't help but feel that maybe Harry hadn't put the death of Cedric, Sirius, James and Lily behind him.
She couldn't help notice that Harry's paranoia now rivaled Mad-Eye Moody's. Every time he was with Ron, Remus, herself or any combination thereof, he immediately put up silencing and privacy charms in case one of them mentioned his relationship with Snape. If he was unable to erect those charms, Harry would often stop talking; he had even tried to get Hermione or Ron to be silent as well. His explanation to Hermione was 'If you don't say anything, then you can't accidentally let something slip out'.
He also seemed to be taken Snape's words to heart regarding UFO's. Granted, he was awarded points for his actions, but still…
-FLASHBACK -
Professor Rivedy stood in front of the room waiting for her sixth year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students to settle in.
Once they were seated, she gathered a number of items in her arms and started to walk towards the students. After a few steps, she tripped and fell.
"Remind you of anybody?" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione, "If her hair wasn't a normal color, I would swear it was Tonks."
The various items the professor was carrying went askew, some rolling on the ground, some hurling through the air. The students immediately went into action. A few ducked, side-stepped, or lifted up their feet in order to avoid coming into contact with a wayward object. Those that helped mostly tried to catch an object in their hands or stop an item with their feet if it came within their reach. A few even chased after objects. Only one student used magic to stop items from coming into contact with someone.. He simply levitated the items back to the professor's desk.
"Mr. Potter."
Harry looked up to find Professor Rivedy's eyes on him as he levitated various objects back to her desk. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Is there a reason why you decided to use magic rather than collect these objects with your hands like most of your classmates?"
By now the entire class watched as Harry turned red.
"Um,Idon'tknowwhatyoumighthavedonetotheseobjects." Harry muttered quickly and quietly.
"What was that, Mr. Potter?"
"I said, 'I don't know what you might have done to these objects, professor."
"Don't you trust me, Mr. Potter?" Professor Rivedy replied, hurt in her voice. "Or do you believe that I am out to get you?"
A few snickers were heard around the room as well as some comments about previous DADA professors out to get Harry. Harry was very grateful that he had this class with Hufflepuffs and not Slytherins. He would never have heard the end of this from Malfoy if he had been here.
"No offense, ma'am, but while you haven't given me a reason not to trust you, I don't know you well enough to trust you."
"Harry!" Hermione hissed, scandalized that Harry would say such a thing to a teacher.
Professor Rivedy stared at Harry before looking at the class and saying, "Twenty-five points to Mr. Potter. Fifteen for using magic to defend himself and ten for his answers. Five points to everyone who avoided an item, although I expect most of you did so out of laziness."
The class laughed as a few of those 'lazy' students turned red.
"Now, why would I award points to someone who stated that he didn't trust me?"
A few students raised their hands, including, of course, Hermione. "Miss Bones?"
"Well, Harry was right. There might have been a charm or something on the object."
"Afraid of a feather weight charm?" Professor Rivedy asked as she tossed a brick, one of the items Harry levitated back to her desk, into the air, as if it weighed no more than a feather.
"No, ma'am," Susan said as the class laughed. "But other, more hurtful charms could have been on the object."
"Hmm," Professor Rivedy said as she looked around the room. "Miss Brown? I noticed that you tried to avoid the objects as well, care to tell us why?"
"I could've gotten hurt," Lavender replied indignantly.
"How so?"
"Well, I could have received a cut or a bruise. I might have broken a nail, as well."
"Thank you, Miss Brown, though not quite the answer I was looking for, perhaps someone else"
Scanning the room her eyes landed on her next prey, "Mr. Longbottom?"
Neville nervously swallowed the lump in his throat, before gasping out, "There might have been a hex on the item."
"Hmm, anyone else?" As the class remained silent and looked away from the Professor's eyes, she continued. "Does anyone, other than Mr. Potter, think that I might have tampered with these objects?"
Harry turned red, but raised his head high, refusing to comment, the rest of the class shook their heads and replied "No, Ma'am."
"Unfortunately, all of you could be in the hospital wing right now due to your answer." At the class's blank stare, the professor sighed. "Miss Granger, are you familiar with the Objecto Maji Woshem spell?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I read about it in-"
"Please, Miss Granger, not now. However, would you kindly use it on the object in your hands?" She said as she nodded at the soft ball Hermione had caught earlier.
"Objecto Maji Woshem" Hermione said with a downward spiral flick of her wand.
A red haze appeared around the ball before the word "aegrotationis" appeared around the ball.
Gasps were heard from the class as Hermione dropped the ball.
"Professor, if the object had that curse on it, why is Hermione okay?"
"Each of these items have either a curse, hex, charm, or potion on them. Normally, the minute you come into contact with that object the spell would transfer to you. However, since I did not want anyone in the class to end up in the hospital ward, I set the spells to a password, which no one should say either accidentally or on purpose during this lesson."
Professor looked around the classroom at the shocked look on her student's faces. "The next few weeks we are going to be working on revealing spelled objects as well as how to neutralize them. For now, why don't all of you who have an object in hand perform the revealing spell Ms. Granger demonstrated…"
- END FLASHBACK -
Ron had been pleased with the points that Harry obtained, but Hermione was more concerned about Harry's state of mind. Yes, Hermione reflected Harry was becoming obsessed with security and keeping Snape safe. She only hoped that someone else would notice it as well and help him before it ruined his life. Once again, Hermione did not know how to proceed to help her friend.
Many of Harry's housemates had noticed a change in Harry the last few days. Oh, they noticed the change in his physical appearance earlier in the year, however most just attributed it to the boy-who-lived-who-wanted-to-be-someone-else. No, these changes were more startling, for changing his physical appearance did not change who Harry was, changing his behavior and attitude made the other Gryffindor's concerned and alert.
In the five years that the trio has been at Hogwarts, they were known for their private conversations and disappearing acts, but never before had one of them been so determined to keep things private, especially Harry. Usually he was impulsive and emotional, often provoked into fighting, with words or wands. Lately he seemed to have much control over himself. At first, one might think that this was a sign of maturity, and perhaps part of it was, but it was the little things that made them concerned. The DADA class earlier that day made them realize how much Harry had been forced to deal with in life, and especially from DADA professors. It really wasn't any wonder that Harry had changed, especially if the rumors about a recent death in his family at the hands of Death Eaters was true.
They decided that whatever was happening had to be BIG. Usually it was Hermione who was the cautious one, but for Harry to act so paranoid, especially so early in the school year, well, let's just say that the Gryffindors were prepared to expect the unexpected. They just hoped that the trio, and especially Harry, could handle it.
Snape couldn't believe that ten days had passed since he put his plan into action. Most evenings were spent with him correcting essays and Potter completing his homework.
On days when he had potions to brew or ingredients to prepare, Harry was a willing, and dare he say, competent assist. More than once Snape was reminded of the reason why he accepted this student into his NEWT classes without the proper OWL qualifications.
Another surprise to Severus was the fact that the majority of their time was spent in comfortable silence. Each evening, however, Harry would interrupt that silence about a half dozen times, often asking ridiculous questions.
Snape snickered as he remembered one of the conversations Harry tried to start earlier that week.
- FLASHBACK -
"So, sir, if you could be any animal, what would you be and why?" Harry asked out of the blue. With all the unusual questions that Harry has been asking, Snape suspected that he had compiled a list of questions to ask from his friends. Most of these questions had 'Gryffindor' written all over them.
Snape lifted his head from the paper he was grading and glared at Harry.
"What?" Harry asked, "It's only a question."
"A ludicrous question, to be exact," Snape replied.
After a few moments of silence, Harry asked, "Well, aren't you going to answer?"
"Do I really need too?"
"Well," Harry paused, "We never really made rules up about forfeiting a turn, so I guess you don't have to. But I don't understand what could be so bad about that question that you won't answer it. I mean it can't be that bad. Being in Slytherin and all, you would probably want to be a Snake. Unless maybe you want to be a lion, an eagle, or a beaver, then that could be embarrassing."
Snape shook his head at the boy in front of him. How quickly the young forget. "Potter, the question is ridiculous and embarrassing, for you, not because of the answer."
"Why?" Harry asked, thoroughly confused.
"Why?" Snape repeated impatiently. "Think back, not only to what you learned about me over the summer, but to who and where you are, and maybe then you would have your answer." With a snap of his head, he once more ignored Harry and continued grading the parchment in front of him.
From the corner of his eye, Snape saw Harry sitting at his desk, trying to make sense of Snape's reply. He had to hold back a laugh when Harry scratched his head, looking frustrated. He could almost hear Harry ask 'What did that have to do with the question?'
"Sir," Harry asked cautiously, "I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Why am I not surprised?" Snape sneered, before quietly asking, "What did you learn about me this summer?"
"Well, I learned that you were married." At Snape's nod, Harry continued, "And that your wife died in childbirth after giving birth to twins. Both of them were kidnapped a few weeks later from your house, while you were out. The ministry believed both to be dead, even though only the body of your daughter was found."
Harry noticed that Snape's face looked more rigid than usual, as if he was trying to keep the painful emotions that Harry's words evoked at bay.
"And…"
"And…" Harry paused, wondering what else he knew about his professor from their time together over the summer. Seeing the pain on his professor's face, Harry decided that he really didn't want to continue this anyways. It didn't matter; it probably was a stupid question anyway, even if Snape had answered it. "And, I don't know, sir, but it really doesn't matter. I'm sorry that I brought up painful memories for you."
As Snape stared at Harry, Harry quickly lowered his head down, continuing to toil on his homework.
Snape couldn't believe that Harry had dropped the subject, simply because it triggered some bittersweet emotions within his potion master. This was the second time that the boy had put the professor's feelings above his own. He wasn't accustomed to someone caring about what he felt. Even more unusual was someone trying to keep him from feeling pain and sorrow. None of the other students cared how he was feeling, as long as he wasn't deducting points or assigning them detentions. Even most of the staff, except for Albus and occasionally Minerva, never asked how he was doing or what he was feeling. This was an unfamiliar sensation for Severus. And to think it was triggered by his childhood enemy's adopted son.
"Potter."
Hearing his name, Harry looked up from his homework. "Yes, sir?" he asked hesitantly, hoping that Snape wasn't too upset and wouldn't end their time together.
"The reason I felt it was a ridiculous question was not only are we a part of the wizarding world, were it is possible to become an animal, though usually, not of one's choosing, but it was also a ridiculous question due to the fact that you have seen my animagus form."
"So you were the Raven!" Harry yelled gleefully. "You never answered me about that and I guess I just sort of forgot about it."
"Yes," Snape drawled, "I am Raven. Now finish your homework."
-END FLASHBACK -
Severus snickered again as he thought about Harry, earning him some strange looks from the other members of the staff that were seated in the lounge.
The boy was actually quite intelligent, when he applied himself. No Granger, by any means, but impressive instincts and survival skills. He just needed to remember to think and reason things out.
Snape pondered the insights he had obtained into Harry's character during the week. He now knew that the-boy-who-lived did not revel in his fame. In fact, lately he had become quieter and more serious than most of this classmates. Then again, Severus recalled, Potter has faced things that would cause many grown wizards to recoil.
All in all, Severus thought, these detentions haven't been as painful as he thought they would. In fact, some might have called them enjoyable or pleasant. Snape smiled as he recalled the grin on Harry's face when he had brought out his collection of wizarding cards to show the child. There was something about his child-like innocence that-
Snape was brought out of his musings by the inane chatter of the other professors. There was no way he could continue with his reflection of his plan with all this screeching going on around him.
Minerva sat silently across from Severus, watching the rare show of emotion flash across his face. Was that a laugh she just heard from him? In all the years she had known him, she didn't think that she had ever heard him laugh, not even when he had been a student.
"No wonder that boy has been able to escape He-who-must-not-be-named. He has good instincts, though a bit paranoid."
Minerva pulled her thoughts and looked at Mathilda Rivedy, just entering the staff lounge. "Potter?" She asked, at once concerned for her student, "What happened?"
Mathilda went on to explain about this morning's lesson and Harry's unwillingness to come into physical contact with unknown objects.
"Of course, he blatantly stated that, let me see, how did he put it? Oh yes, 'while you haven't given me a reason not to trust you, I don't know you well enough to trust you'."
Minerva sighed. The boy shouldn't be forced to feel that he needs to be on his guard around his professors, and especially not during lessons. Unfortunately, his experience at Hogwarts had left him unable to do much else. Minerva shook her head at that thought, catching the look on Severus' face as she did so.
"Severus, would you care to comment?"
"Excuse me, Minerva?" Severus sneered.
"You are grinning like a cheshire cat over there. I can only imagine that it has something to do with Mr. Potter and this morning's defense lesson."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you are referring to, Minerva. You are quite obviously mistaken. I have no reason to smile and certainly not in connection with Gryffindor's boy wonder," Severus said as he stood up, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have potion to brew."
Minerva quickly made her own excuses and left as well, following Severus as he walked down the corridor. She knew she wasn't mistaken; all during his silent reflection, he looked almost human. Once Professor Rivedy walked into the room, though, the mask was back on, at least until he started grinning.
Something was definitely going on there. She wondered what could have happened that would result in Severus not only having emotions, but displaying them as well. In the last week or so, he seemed so different from the professor that had been teaching at Hogwarts for the last few years. Oh, he was still sarcastic and rude to the students, especially her Gryffindors and particularly to Harry Potter, as his number of detentions attested to. Yet in the last week, the potions master seemed to have, dare she say it, softened a little bit, perhaps he had even begun to enjoy life.
As Severus turned the corner out of her sight, Minerva woke from her thoughts with a sudden realization. Yes, something was definitely different and it was affecting Severus in a positive way. Not only did he start grinning again after he left the lounge, but he left without a single comment regarding Potter. It was unlike Severus to pass up such an opportunity. And his eyes, Minerva thought, she believed that his eyes had a slight twinkling effect, the same that had often been seen in the headmaster's eyes.
Albus, Minerva decided, he would know what was affecting Severus so. She was often amazed at how much the headmaster did know about the occurrences in the castle, especially those that were thought to be private.
Albus stared at the glowing lesson planner he held in his hands in shock. Each year he gave every teacher a new magical lesson planner. Very few of the professor's knew that Albus had a 'twin' of the lesson planners, let alone that whatever they wrote in their book magically appeared in it. Some might think that he handed out the planners to spy on his teachers, rather he used it as a tool in case someone became ill or incapacitated in some way and couldn't teach.
When he presents the planners to the professors he asks them to use them, and most of them comply. Each year there were, predictably, two notable exceptions. Sybil Trelawney would calmly state that she would not adhere to such rigid plans. She would teach what the spirits instruct her to teach. Severus Snape, on the other hand, never says a word, just sneers, grabs the planner and leaves. Year ago, Albus finally admitted the unlikelihood that one of these professors would put the journal to use and would automatically place his copy in the far back corner of his bottom desk drawer. The book that he was currently staring at was one of those books. A glowing book meant that something was written on the normally blank pages.
The only reason Albus came across these two books, one glowing, one not, was because he had been on a mad search for his back up tin of lemon drops. However, upon a closer look at the planner, all thoughts of lemon drops quickly left his mind as he realized that this particular planner was the twin to the one belonging to the potions master.
Curiosity made the headmaster open the cover to see what was so important that Severus finally used this gift. At once Albus noticed that it was not being used the way it was intended. These were obviously not copies of lesson plans that he was reading.
"Albus,"
Albus gave a startled jump. He was so involved with what Severus wrote that he was unaware that someone had entered his office.
"Yes, Minerva?" Albus asked, regaining his composure.
Luckily for Albus, Minerva was so focused on her own thoughts that she didn't realize how she had surprised the headmaster, "What is going on with Severus?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Albus asked his eyes twinkling as he closed the planner, placed it on his desk and folded his hands over it.
"He seems almost happy this last week."
"Surely that is not a crime, Minerva."
"Not for most people, but Severus probably views it as one. I just ran into him in the lounge, he appeared to be deep in thought, but occasionally I was catching glimpses of emotion…positive emotions." Minerva paused for a moment before quietly stating, "I think I might have even heard him laugh."
Albus just sat there silently listening to Minerva's explanations.
"Albus, did something happen with V-Voldemort? I can't think of anything else that might cause Severus to be happy."
"No, not with Voldemort." Albus said as he glanced down at the book his hands were covering.
"Albus, Is that Severus' planner?" Minerva asked in astonishment, "Did he actually use it?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing the headmaster's shocking reply, Minerva quickly lowered herself into a seat. "Why?" She softly asked herself.
"Take a look," Albus replied as he passed the journal to her.
Draco couldn't honestly say that he hated Harry Potter. After all, the two boys never got a chance to know one another. He could, however, unequivocally say that he hated what Harry had become and what he stood for. He was world famous simply because he didn't die, something he had no control over if what Lucius said was true. He was liked by almost everyone because he was a 'brave' Gryffindor. Draco wondered what would've happened if the-boy-who-lived had been sorted into Slytherin. The blonde laughed, like that could have happened, Potter's as Gryffindor as they come.
Draco had noticed a few things pertaining to his so-called rival lately, and some of them almost seemed to contradict each other. Potter has been very quiet and when the trio was alone or with the wolf, they were surrounded by privacy and silencing charms. Unfortunately, the charms were strong and Draco was unable to break them. Draco wondered what could possibly be of such importance in Potter's life that he went to such extremes to protect it.
For a moment Draco wondered if Potter's recent quietness or the need for privacy had anything to do with the never-ending detentions he had with Snape. That thought was quickly dismissed when Draco recalled what else he observed about the other boy. Potter seemed to be glowing with happiness. If the boy was withdrawn or depressed it could easily be attributed to the head of Slytherin house since Severus Snape seemed to have that effect on people, even those who liked the professor.
Draco was frustrated that he hadn't discovered the reason for this happiness. He could only hope that the cheerfulness wasn't genuine. Perhaps someone gave him a cheering charm or potion to keep the-boy-who-lived from getting depressed or suicidal over the death of his godfather, Draco thought.
Eiher way, according to Draco, it wasn't right that Scarhead should be so happy while his own father was still in Azkaban. No, not right at all, he thought, and something had to be done about it.
He failed again. Remus promised himself that he would be there for Harry, but between his own grief for Sirius, his responsibilities to the order, and this 'project' for Dumbledore, he never seemed to have enough time or energy to help Harry with his own grief. He couldn't believe that he hadn't notice Harry's extreme behavior until Hermione cornered him in the hall and mentioned it.
He was so blind. Of course, Harry couldn't have accepted Sirius's death and the fact that he did not play a part in it so quickly and easily. However, what worried the werewolf most was not only was Harry feeling guilty about his godfather's and Sirius's death, but that he was now questioning his part in the deaths of Lily, James and Cybelle. Remus fervently prayed that nothing would happen to Severus.
Remus noticed that Harry seemed happier lately and correctly assumed that Severus was the cause. He even understood a little bit of Severus's reluctance to brew the potion. Both of them needed to be positive that they wanted to know the truth before they have the proof in their hands. Once the truth was known, it would not be an easy thing to forget. He had tried to have Harry understand that, but the boy was too much of a Gryffindor to comprehend that. Harry was firm in his convictions about the truth and what was right. From what Remus could gather, he just couldn't understand why someone wouldn't want the truth known, at least to themselves. It seemed like fate had a sense of humor, Remus laughed, how else would you explain that the head of Slytherin had a son in Gryffindor.
Hopefully his recent piece of advice to Harry would help the boy in learning more about Snape and his family.
Harry had never felt more content in his life, which was odd considering that he had recently found out about a prophecy which stated that he either had to kill or be killed. The only thing that affected his happiness was the possibility of Snape dying. Harry knew that his recent obsession with privacy might worry some people, but at the same time he couldn't help it. He would do anything to make sure that Snape stayed alive. After he thought about the danger that he was putting Snape in, Harry was willing to forget about his suspicions if the potions master asked him to. He was even willing to have Snape obliviate him and his friends if it meant keeping the older man safe. Harry was more than pleased that Snape didn't seem to be thinking similar thoughts.
Instead it seemed that the potions master truly wanted to get to know Harry. There were definitely times when Snape was cold and distant before going silent for a few minutes and initiating contact with his student but Harry just attributed this to nervousness. After all, Harry thought, it wasn't everyday that you tried to get acquainted with the son you thought was dead.
He had always suspected that he would enjoy having a father around. He just never suspected that the father in question would be Snape or that he would be so happy about it.
Harry had decided that Snape was a difficult man to get to know and even harder to understand. Snape seemed to enjoy his company, but only reached out to Harry after he pushed him away. Harry was shocked when his professor came to one of their 'detentions' with a deck of chocolate frog cards. Who would have suspected that Snape, as a young man, collected those cards, or better yet, still had them? Harry almost couldn't believe that the man he was now getting to know was the same man that treated him so cruelly the last five years.
As happy as he was that Snape suggested that they take this opportunity to get to know one another before they were confronted with the truth, he just wished that Snape would consent to brewing the potion. It's been almost two weeks since Harry shared his suspicions with Snape, surely they would be able to handle the truth without it having an adverse effect on their relationship. Even if he couldn't share the truth with the world, it would be a relief to confirm what he felt was true.
Life is almost perfect, Harry thought, all he had to do was defeat Voldemort and have Snape was confirmed as his father, then he could leave the Dursley's forever. For now, however, Harry would be content with being able to call Snape 'father', even if only in private.
She had had this debate with herself for about two weeks and was no closer to reaching a conclusion. Should she tell the headmaster what she heard or should she talk to the people involved first? Oh, what to do, what to do, she thought. Normally she would tell the headmaster about any information she discovered about a student. However this time, the information also involved one of the professors, and how she would hate to be on the bad side of this professor.
She sighed as she sat down in front of the fire, staring into the flames. Nothing serious has happened in the last two weeks, so perhaps she didn't need to take any action at this time. In fact, she reflected, she had never seen the two men in question seem so happy. Yes, she decided, she would wait before she took any action. After all, they were most likely keeping this a secret for a reason. They deserved to have their privacy while they straightened this out. She would only interfere if it looked like she was needed. The boy obviously had plenty of people to confide in and the man, well, he never confided in anyone anyway. If she was lucky, perhaps the two will inform Albus themselves and she would never have to reveal what she discovered.
END CHAPTER 34
Objecto Maji Woshem –my creation, Show me magic of object
Aegrotationis Latin base, sickness of body or mind-dangerous curse for Hermione (or anyone)
cheshire cat - Alice in Wonderland (cat slowly becomes invisible/disappears the last thing seen is its wide smile/grin)-I figure it's a magical creature so Minerva Severus should be familiar with it.
So…Does Albus Minerva know? Who was that mystery woman at the end?
Next chapter: Albus talks with Harry andat least1'detention' with Snape subject to change at author's discretion ;)And in a chapter or 2 after that, Snape Harry brew a potion…