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without further ado, I give you chapter eleven.
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More Than You Think You Are
Chapter Eleven: Tell me how we're gonna make it last, you're ready to fly-
I'm ready to crash!
Severus Snape was curious. This admission was nothing new to him, not some foreign feeling, he'd never experienced. Very few things had the ability to make him feel insecure, and uncomfortable. In the beginning, before he had taken the first steps into the awkward relationship he'd developed with his daughter, he felt a strange and self-conscious whenever he was around Jayda. Now, this other female, with her silky skin, charming smile, and flaming beauty was making him, Severus Snape embarrassed.
If she would just remove her arm from his, and if they could avoid practicing this bloody Prefect's Opening dance, then he'd be free from her. Why was she smiling at him? Had she discovered Jayda was their daughter? Would she be disgusted? Angry? He tried to move as far away from her as possible, being sure to at least give off the impression of them still being in close proximity. Unfortunately, he had ruled out Lily's infamous intellectual prowess. However, it didn't take a genius to see she was troubled by his obvious discomfort.
"Are you alright, Severus? We can stop practicing if you're in any pain."
He sighed slightly, somewhat relieved to have addressed the awkward moment at last. He took a chair in the empty ballroom, and gestured for her to do the same. Perhaps, he could take this time to get to know her better, as they really didn't know one another that well. It was amazing to see the future mother of his child as a young woman. It was as if he were looking through a twisted mirror, seeing the depths of her soul, and knowing that somehow despite her own attempts at trying to seem cheerful, he could see through the façade. He himself was the master in the guise of happiness.
"I'm better now Lily. I'm just bored with dancing all of the time. I'm used to doing it at home, during one of my father's many social functions. It's just another mundane task to complete."
Lily quirked an auburn eyebrow, surprised that he found dancing mundane. She was always of the opinion that those born into that upper-class of society somehow had an innate love for all things sophisticated. She sampled the fruit and cols meats left by the helpful house elves. Even though she had not been brought up to be stuffy and aristocratic, she knew that sometimes uncomfortable moments could be filled by eating, and thankfully there was food available. She offered him a piece of crab cake; a specialty made by Prissy.
"I thought you liked all things classy, Severus."
He snorted sarcastically, slightly upset by her comment. Had he always acted like an asshole? Was he that much like Lucius that she would say something like that? Normally, he couldn't care less about what anyone said about him. This was Lily though, and her opinions and beliefs mattered to him. He wondered which of them would buckle first. Would he fall for her, or would she somehow manage to fall for him?
He took her hand, in a moment of either sheer stupidity, or sheer sanity. He held it there, as if he were a dermatologist, or merely someone admiring the smooth, soft skin of a young woman. She gasped, shocked by the initial contact, but generally enjoying the feel of his hand upon hers. Briefly, he noticed her trademark flame hair appear on her porcelain skin. They broke apart, as feeling the hot ice flow against them both. It wasn't normal to feel heat, and cold when two people touched was it?
"What was that?! It felt like hot ice. Like something that was hot and cold at once. Did you feel it too Severus?"
He nodded, almost catatonically, giving her an odd look. What in the blue blazes was going on? He looked at Lily closely, gauging her expression. Was this some kind of trick, of her doing? No, he thought. She had been just as shocked at he, if not more so. At least he had the knowledge of knowing she was his love, or would eventually become so. Thus, he attributed her lack of understanding to be fair. She was just as clueless as he.
"I'm sure it's nothing, Lily."
He said, with a slight blush. He still hadn't explained why he touched her in the first place. As long as she didn't ask. he wouldn't press. Both teens had silently resolved to investigate this strange matter however. Whatever it was that had happened was not over by a long shot, and it would be discussed later. Of that they were both positive. Severus stood, ready for another round of boring, dancing. Perhaps he should offer to teach her how to dance a few of the more exotic dances, just to spice things up a bit. He held out his hand, gathering her up into his arms once more, now comfortable with pulling her a bit closer. Not touching, because he wasn't ready for any of that yet. He silently wished he wasn't alone in knowing about Jayda. Lily had a right to know who the eventual father of her baby was. Of course, Jayda would tell her mother when she was good and ready, but they were going to be obliviated anyway, so why not tell Lily? If she was angered and disgusted by the news, he'd be hurt, but they could erase her memory. Besides, she'd eventually fall for him, right?
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"So have you spoken with your cousin Jayda recently? I'm sure she would love to talk with you about her recent improvement in all of those defense classes she put Draco and the young Malfoy in."
"Yes, I have spoken with her. She seems a bit perturbed about all of the classes Dumbledore put her in. The good news is she and Draco are getting along much better now. It's good news because I don't think I would have been able to stand another one of their numerous arguments."
"Things change Lily, and it's good to see an Evans and a Malfoy getting along."
He said with a smirk. Lily rolled her eyes, and accidentally kicked his shins as he waltzed her across the wide-spread, but sparse ballroom. She didn't even bother contemplating how he knew Jayda was an Evans.
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Harri couldn't understand it. Why was she alone, except for Draco in a dark forest with only a wand for protection?! Dumbledore was really taking this survivalist training to a new level. Pretty soon he would ask them to wrestle lions to the floor, and even make a show of doing it. There were some benefits to being alone with him however. They were growing closer, enjoying the kissing and touching.
Everything seemed so surreal, like a wonderful storybook, with the two romantic characters, clinging unto that bittersweet taste of an ancient love. In between what the Greeks had called aggappo and an all encompassing, unconditional love between a man and a woman, or a mother and a child, she wished she could grow to feel that way about someone other than her parents. She loved both her parents differently, with a majority of the same feelings.
Harri loved her mother in a way she couldn't describe, but it was all around her, drowning her in its earthly beauty. Her mother saved her life, placing all of her hopes and dreams into the body and heart of a mere babe. Lily had so much faith in her that sometimes Harri wondered if she had been worth saving. Once again, she had narrowly escaped Voldemort's clutches- year after year. No mother imagines their child returning to school year after year experiencing alienation by her friends, teachers, with the only exception being a homicidal, maniac, bent on the genocidal destruction of every muggle-born, or muggle related witch or wizard.
When it came to the dark, ominous controlled maelstrom that was her father, she felt a new kind of love. It made her feel awkward, but it still felt right. She trusted him as a young man, and even if her Headmaster erased his memory, she hoped the Snape of her time, her father as the man she knew him to be would learn to accept her, and love her just as much as she had grown to love him. There was the She found it funny that she didn't use the word love lightly. While she didn't love him yet, she felt herself moving in that direction sooner or later. He didn't think this was just a liaison of sort right?
Harri gasped as she felt an arm wrap around her slender waist, emitting a squeak of terror. She struggled, but when she felt a chaste kiss placed on her neck, she calmed, enjoying the softness of his cheeks. She struggled, but when she felt a chaste kiss placed on her neck, she knew it was her boyfriend, Draco. Once again, that familiar fire in her belly ignited, and she sighed contentedly, leaning against his chest. He rested his chin atop her head, no doubt grinning cheekily. She elbowed him, whirling around to face his shining silver eyes.
"Don't even get it twisted, Draco. I am just cold, okay?"
He nodded, planting kisses on random parts of her face, enjoying the seeing the shiver that ran down her spine. After days of getting used to being referred to him as his girlfriend, a blush came upon her face. She relaxed, enjoying the feel of their being cheek to cheek. It was nice, a sort of warm embrace that made her feel rather gooey inside. She wasn't used to having someone that felt like this for her. She was just coming into her new family.
"Can we talk for a minute? I want to talk about what we saw in that book."
She started to say more, but when she heard Draco's almost animalistic growl, she ceased, trying her best to remain calm. She had never seen him so angry, even when they were enemies. Never had he growled and held her protectively, but it felt like if anything, she needed protection from him. Either way, whatever it was that had caused him to act like some kind of barbarian, made her extremely nervous.
"Forget about what was written in that book. It's unimportant. Don't let it get to you. So what if you are thinking about what may or may not happen. Why can't we just be happy-the two of us, in this one moment in time?!"
He ground out, looking away from her. If he let her see him in such a weak state what would she think of him then? Would she leave him then? Would she abandon him when needed her? He was afraid, naturally. They had read the book together, sneaking in the Restricted Section of the library. The book had been as clear as any thick, ancient, all-knowing text could be. It would take the sacrifice of the Serpent and the Phoenix, (Lily and Severus) for her to surrender to the dark. She would thrive in her rage, enjoying the drink of the evil that lured her. There was no other explanation. She'd become like Voldemort, unless that Dragon saved her.
"Well excuse me, if I happen to feel scared and repulsed by the thought of hurting my family and friends. You read the text Draco. You know what is destined to happen. My parents may die! If anything happens to them, I'll have no one left, and then it's the end."
She said with dark blank eyes. In her mind, she hated giving herself any kind of credit for having the potential to become the wizarding world's most destructive power. No, that was simply out of the question. This supposed power she possessed hadn't shown up yet, and with all the fame, she'd rather have proof. It was times like these in which she wished she could pull a Gilderoy Lockhart, and avoid even the barest of publicity. No one liked (at least she didn't) being the center of attention for having a power that rivaled a multiple murderer.
"There is nothing to worry about Potter. How many times do I have to tell you? You can change your own destiny. We all can. Hell, the fact that you survived the Avada Kedavra says something."
He frowned when she gave him the look. Draco knew the look very well. It was a classic. The my-mother-saved-my-life, and-that's-why-people-are- giving-me-too-much-credit rule was getting old. When would she wake up and realize she was chosen to have that power she possessed. When would it come to her attention, that she was special? Her name meant something to other people. It evoked a sense of pride, and security each person felt, both old and young. She had beaten Voldemort when she was a baby. Didn't any of that mean anything to her?
Sure, he of all people despised hearing tell her many escapades. He had tried to thwart on many occasions. There was simply no use in fighting what he felt. While he would not jump on the proverbial bandwagon, he would be there for her. He- he loved her. If anyone would have ever told him that he'd fall in love with his worst nightmare, the revered Harriet Potter, he might have been sick with disgust!
"That was different Draco. I was saved by my mother's love. She is the one that deserves the fame. Had not been for her, I'd be dead, Draco."
"I doubt it. I mean, think about you and I. That book says that you can be saved from that dreadful fate. Your mother could come back to life. The Seventh of the Seventh rule Potter. The Phoenix and the Snake will save the childe of their union . That means your mother and whoever the Snake is will prevent you from going loco and killing us all. Besides, we still need more proof."
He said stroking her cheek softly. He wanted to make her feel better, to erase the uncertainty. To be able to rip away the tears that threatened to fall, to be the one that she raced to. He had to protect her somehow, but she needed to believe in herself. There was no other way for them to leave the past, to save their parents. If she never started gaining any kind of confidence, that traditional Gryffindor courage, then how would she ever do anything worthwhile?
"Wow, who'd imagine Draco Malfoy would be such a loveable teddy bear? How utterly cute is that? I think I might just cr-"
He silenced her with a deep kiss. Harri pulled him closer still, matching him peck for peck. His lips were soft, and she could feel him rub her back soothingly. Although his kisses were nice, it was getting annoying to feel his lips silence her speech every time she said something about their circumstances. She pushed him away gently, rubbing her mouth where his lips had been. At least there wasn't any tongue action. Harri's cheeks became crimson with the thought. Perish the thought!
"That's what I like about you Potter. You've got the three most important things I look for in a woman."
Harri rolled her at eyes at what would become another long winded diatribe by silver eyed blonde. She transfigured a chair, taking a seat on the plush cushions. Crossing her legs and folding her arms, in what she hoped was a very anti-sexual pose. The last she needed was a horny dragon following her about. Secretly, she had given him the nick name Dragon. That was in fact, the meaning of his name. Harri smirked as she saw his eyes hungrily roam her body. Ugh, the hormones of teenage boys.
"Oh, and what might that be?"
"Now pay attention Potter, as I'll only say this once. My woman's got to have strength, courage, and wisdom. Oh, and she has to be beautiful, classy, tall, sophisticated, smart, my equal on everything-except Quidditch of course! She must also know when she should be seen and not heard. My woman's going to be the talk of the town."
Draco said his eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of their favorite sport. Harri had to keep her guffaws in unless they awaken the entire forest. She wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes, closing her hand over her mouth.
"Draco, I don't think you'll find anyone that will put up with that B.S. There isn't a girl at Hogwarts that would want to be some kind of trophy wife to you-maybe Pansy Parkinson, but that's it. Now, while the first few qualities were exceptional, I knew the prat in you was yearning to be released. Please don't think you're going to make me into the girl you are describing are you?"
He smiled, thoroughly enjoying her squirm. Potter obviously didn't know him that well, or she'd know that he wasn't serious. He didn't feel that way about her. She meant more to him, but they'd have plenty of time to get acquainted. After all, she was clueless about how he felt about her. Harriet Potter was the type that wouldn't be silenced even if she could be. She was strong, brave, and humble. Her modesty was kind of refreshing, but she needed to realize how special she was to him.
Even when they were younger, before they had met he head tales of her bravery. With those dreadful muggles it was no surprise that she was resilient, and kind. He was certain about one thing, he'd never let those people and their bastard son, hurt her again. As the son of Lucius he could recognize abuse pretty clearly. Those faded scars would take a long time to heal completely and even longer to be completely erased from her memory. The scars the abuse left on her soul, her psyche was more than enough to make him want to hold her forever. She didn't know it yet, but he had already claimed her, mentally at least.
After he completed his animagus training, he'd mark her, and she'd be his forever. If she didn't want to be his soul mate, she really had no choice in the matter. If he bit her with his dragon fangs, and the mark disappeared, then they weren't meant to be together, and he'd have to accept that.
"I know Potter. I was just joking. Besides, I just need you to acknowledge I am here. Now since I told you the type of woman I want to marry. It's your turn to tell me the type of man you wish to be married to."
Harri sighed, closing her eyes. She never thought about marriage. Why was he bringing up all these things? Didn't he know that while fleeing for her life time and time again, she was more concerned with self-preservation? She was wondering how she'd survive the school year. Her father was her (formerly) most hated teacher, and her body was changing to fit her genuine genetic physique and he wanted to talk about marriage. They were fifteen! He was supposed to be thinking about the next girl he'd get, and she was supposed to be having fun with her friends and Quidditch, and boys. Instead, they were trying to just fend off the creatures of the night in this bloody forest!
"Potter?"
Harri's eyes had been glazed over, but now they returned to their normal hue. Draco had been somewhat disturbed by her silence, but she seemed fine now. He wondered briefly if he looked away she'd be gone. Something was definitely bothering her. He hoped that she could eventually talk to him about whatever it was that had bothered her. He wanted her to feel comfortable as possible. They could beat whatever came their way. He reached for her hand, and squeezed gently.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I kind of zoned out there. You were saying?"
"We should probably practice a few disarming spells on a few of the creatures out here. Then maybe a quick duel, and by the time the sun rises, we can go back to the school grounds, and then maybe catch a quick bite to eat."
"Sounds like a good plan. It's a good thing Dumbledore allowed us to abstain from the core curricula. We still need to speak with him about the hourglasses though. I want to know how big the harvest has been so far. All we need is enough sand to get us on a one way trip for two."
They began their dueling practice, both trying to one up the other. So far, the match was pretty easy, and finally the blonde had managed to capture Harri unawares, but since she wasn't paying much attention anyway, it really didn't matter. Soon, Draco trademark temper was beginning to flare, and he began using even more difficult spells in order to force her to pay attention.
Harri, noticed Draco's intense concentration and annoyance with her deplorable performance. He stopped his assault, and removed the barrier. Draco huffed past her, mumbling incoherent words. Harri sighed loudly. She hadn't meant to be inattentive, but her mind kept drifting back to what they had read in that book. She sulked behind him quietly, and they headed back to their Prefect's guest rooms. Nothing was said, and when Harri heard the slam of the door, she knew Draco was very upset with her. She closed her door quietly, blocking out the sounds his shower being turned on. Her grandfather clock shown 4:27 a.m. She yawned softly, and hopped in the shower. When she got out, she dressed for bed. She felt something prick her lightly, and she looked up to see a blue rose on her bed. Apparently, he had charmed her flower to look like a beautiful indigo blue, an almost blue- black.
With gentle fingers, she lifted the rose to her nose, and inhaled the sweet scent. Next to it was a plain white card. Harri opened it, reading the sparsely worded gift.
Potter-
I don't know what's really bothering you, but I'll find out. I wish you would just tell me yourself. You know you can talk to me if you want. I really don't know what to say, because well-I am a Malfoy. I hope you feel better tomorrow.
Love,
D. Malfoy
I assume this is an appropriate note from your boyfriend correct?
Harri's face brightened considerably, and she smiled with content at the thought of Draco Malfoy writing her a considerate, kind, although he was completely clueless at how to console a girl, especially a girlfriend, he didn't do too shabby a job. She pocketed the letter, and slid into bed. They had a long, arduous night, and the day would not be much better. With thoughts of her loved ones in her mind, Harri drifted off into slumber. Maybe the next day would be easier than the last.
Harri had been correct. The next day, she was very pleased to discover that Dumbledore was allowing both she and Draco to enjoy a regular day with the rest of the Hogwart's population. They spent the day separately, enjoying their parents company. This sense of togetherness with her family made her feel especially happy. Harri couldn't but feel elated at the fact that she was bonding so much with her family. It would be even nicer if she could be with both her mother and her father simultaneously. Lily wouldn't have minded because she was kind soul, and a good person. Her father Severus, on the other hand would be extremely embarrassed and blush a crimson red.
It was rather entertaining to think of the man that she called father in such a silly way. Imagining his pale face and shiny skin suddenly becoming red as an apple was hilarious. In the morning, she went to the lake with her mother and enjoyed fishing for magicarp; a slightly bulbous shaped fish that when cooked properly, caused the poisonous oil to become deliciously sour. Then, later on when her mother had to attend to her prefect duties, she went to meet up with her father.
Her teenage father was definitely a mystery. He answered many of her questions about the Snapes. Even quite a few she had been afraid to ask. She learned much about her paternal grandparents. Her grandfather Vesuvius was a cold man, with dark eyes, and a cruel disposition. His wry smirk was legendary in the Snape household. Harri could definitely empathize with her father. Living under the cold regime of Vernon Dursley had surprising left a bit jaded this year. Even after living with them her entire life, the beatings, and the mental and physical abuse was something her mind had developed a shadow over. A veritable chasm left a deep hole in her the metaphysical representation of her soul.
"You've been through so much. Now I can understand why you are the way you are. With a father like Vesuvius, I can understand your cynical behavior. I'm sorry that happened to you Dad."
Harri said softly, reaching for her father's hand. It was nice talking to each other in the Astronomy tower, relishing the quiet of the night. This was a moment in which she wouldn't give up for anything. She savored these moments, holding on to them like it was the last memory she'd hold of her parents. She hadn't talked with Draco, but she had a feeling her memory would be erased. The knowledge she had gained while with her father was an extremely significant issue. She wouldn't allow Dumbledore to cause her to forget all that she had learned while in the past.
She was Jayda Samantha Snape, the former Harriet Jane Potter. Her mother was Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Going back to the future would not cause her to forget these simple facts, but the time the three of them had spent together might be left to the wind. She wondered how Draco felt about leaving his parents. Would he be as emotional as her or would he just be the aloof Draco she had grown with at Hogwarts?
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"Ouch Hermione! Stop pinching me, it bloody hurts!"
Ron wailed as he felt the bushy haired girl pinch his soft flesh. Hermione didn't have to be so violent to get his attention. It was completely unnecessary. Just because his mind tended to wander when he was bored, didn't give her the right to resort to violence. It was hard to stay awake, when he much like Professor Snape, Professor Lupin, and Sirus were doing. They were the adults, and could live off less sleep than he could. His head was aching, and he was getting annoyed at reading through the very same thing Harri's father, and godfather was doing.
Knowing that Severus Snape was the father of Harriet Potter, his very best friend was a genuine surprise. How was she adjusting seeing her teenage parents? How did she feel about James Potter, the man she had known all her life to be her father. Even though he had died before she could get to know him, how did she feel about James Potter now? He wished he could be there for his best friend, his buddy, his chum. She was the girl who had accepted him, not even knowing of her own fame. Yet, when she had the opportunity to befriend Malfoy, she chose to still be his friend.
When he was with her, he heard the whispers and murmurs. He knew he was discussed at length, and that many thought he rode Harri's coattails. Harri knew it wasn't really why they were friends. For that fact alone, he appreciated her sincerity. He missed her dearly, as there was no one to play pranks, no Malfoy to pick on, and no person to roam the halls with. Why couldn't Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall find some way to bring them back? Hell, he even missed Malfoy a little. The students and the wizarding world were greatly troubled by the disappearance of their hero, and her childhood nemesis.
He flipped to the page they had began reading that referred to the rather old usage of hourglasses, which, when used correctly, could send a traveler backwards or forwards through time great distances. It was possible, (though barely) to send both Harri and Malfoy home.
"Ron, we could get them back, if we just harvest enough of those pods grown for three people roundtrip. Now, they have probably discovered the same thing, but it the hourglasses are scarce. It's bec-"
"It's because the hourglasses were not able to be found throughout England as they are now. Right?"
Hermione smiled, rather pleased that Ron was actually showing signs of being a studious Gryffindor. It was a pleasant sight to see. It made her feel giddy. They were actually communicating on a deeper level. Although this positive change took the disappearance of their best friend, he was showing signs of being more concerned with his studies now more than ever. She was confident that they would find success in the search for Harri.
"So, do we take this information to-"
Ron started, but was stopped when Hermione intervened.
"Of course we take this to Dumbledore! You want to bring them back don't you?!"
Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Sure, I want Harri to come back. Malfoy on the other hand, can stay where he is. The bloody prat is so-"
"Ronald Weasley!"
He rolled eyes with exasperation. He read more, only stopping to rub his temples with an aching hand. Copying the words verbatim, he folded it, and returned the book back to its proper place. They snuck out of Snape's office, thankful for the invisibility cloak. They said there goodnight's unaware that someone had been watching them all along. Someone who had much to gain by keeping a certain someone trapped in the past.
Lucius Malfoy was displeased by the comments made by his son's classmates. How dare they insult a Malfoy?! The little mudblood, and the Arthur Weasley's brat had no right. He could feel the rage burning inside of him as his cold eyes narrowed. There was but one thing left to do. He had to make sure only his son returned from the past, and perhaps he could send a message to his master or his younger self, and get one or the other to murder Potter, Evans, and the little halfblood bitch. There was so much to do and say that he was so excited.
Lucius hadn't felt this exhilarated since his first kill when he had been 19. Finally, the master had allowed him to partake in the fun, one cold November, and he enjoyed hurting his victim dearly. There were no other words to explain that thrilling feeling he had. When he saw the young woman, an influential mudblood advocate-supporter he loved seeing her crimson blood flow. He couldn't get enough of watching her cry out in pain.
There was something about seeing a dying woman in pain, that it set his heart afire. Since when had women, crying out in fear, anger, and agony set his blood boiling? It was his most cherished kill to date. He still kept the remnants of her hair in a jar in his office, beside a picture that had been taken of his cherished dark mark.
With his murky robe billowing behind him, Lucius walked away briskly, grateful for having paid attention in a few classes. The silent footfalls, and camouflage charm were very useful at times. If that outdated, old, and obsolete headmaster found him, or worst yet- if Hagrid found him. Lucius shuddered at the thought of being manhandled by that giant oaf.
Now was as good a time as any to visit Severus. They needed to discuss why he took it upon himself to please the master, but failed to tell his best friend, Lucius. He still believed that Severus was working both sides. but he had no soild proof yet. He couldn't just Veritaserum his friend, it was Severus after all. He should definitely set up an appointment first. It would not suit well to be lurking around the campus in the middle of the night. Instead, he decided to apparate off the school grounds, and into his plush home at Malfoy Manor.
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Sirius had tried to accept the fact that his goddaughter was the child of Severus Snape. Like the other few that knew of Lily's previous marriage, he thought Lily had moved on to greener pastures, but had she? It was silly to think that she wouldn't have been intimate with Severus, but that didn't make it any less hard to accept. Eventually as time passed, and he was finally cleared of all charges against him, perhaps he and Severus could get past their differences, and possibly even become friends.
It got tiresome-hating a man who he had known his entire time at Hogwarts. No longer did he want to argue and fight. He was tired, maybe it was the years on the run, the time he spent being chased by demons, both literally, and figuratively. The years of being on the run had caused him to feel exhausted. Much like a bird with broken wings, he felt broken up, tired and unhappy.
He feared his past would make for a despondent future. Sirius was a man hardened by living his life on the run, if he were so inclined to call it a life. Now he had to worry about Harri and the young Malfoy, left alone and scared. Were they even alive? If they had died, wouldn't history change? Sirius hadn't talked with Rem yet, but he had a distinct feeling something different had-or was happening now. This was something that involved both of the young teens. But was it good or bad? He frowned, his face marring his worn features.
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More Than You Think You Are
Chapter Eleven: Tell me how we're gonna make it last, you're ready to fly-
I'm ready to crash!
Severus Snape was curious. This admission was nothing new to him, not some foreign feeling, he'd never experienced. Very few things had the ability to make him feel insecure, and uncomfortable. In the beginning, before he had taken the first steps into the awkward relationship he'd developed with his daughter, he felt a strange and self-conscious whenever he was around Jayda. Now, this other female, with her silky skin, charming smile, and flaming beauty was making him, Severus Snape embarrassed.
If she would just remove her arm from his, and if they could avoid practicing this bloody Prefect's Opening dance, then he'd be free from her. Why was she smiling at him? Had she discovered Jayda was their daughter? Would she be disgusted? Angry? He tried to move as far away from her as possible, being sure to at least give off the impression of them still being in close proximity. Unfortunately, he had ruled out Lily's infamous intellectual prowess. However, it didn't take a genius to see she was troubled by his obvious discomfort.
"Are you alright, Severus? We can stop practicing if you're in any pain."
He sighed slightly, somewhat relieved to have addressed the awkward moment at last. He took a chair in the empty ballroom, and gestured for her to do the same. Perhaps, he could take this time to get to know her better, as they really didn't know one another that well. It was amazing to see the future mother of his child as a young woman. It was as if he were looking through a twisted mirror, seeing the depths of her soul, and knowing that somehow despite her own attempts at trying to seem cheerful, he could see through the façade. He himself was the master in the guise of happiness.
"I'm better now Lily. I'm just bored with dancing all of the time. I'm used to doing it at home, during one of my father's many social functions. It's just another mundane task to complete."
Lily quirked an auburn eyebrow, surprised that he found dancing mundane. She was always of the opinion that those born into that upper-class of society somehow had an innate love for all things sophisticated. She sampled the fruit and cols meats left by the helpful house elves. Even though she had not been brought up to be stuffy and aristocratic, she knew that sometimes uncomfortable moments could be filled by eating, and thankfully there was food available. She offered him a piece of crab cake; a specialty made by Prissy.
"I thought you liked all things classy, Severus."
He snorted sarcastically, slightly upset by her comment. Had he always acted like an asshole? Was he that much like Lucius that she would say something like that? Normally, he couldn't care less about what anyone said about him. This was Lily though, and her opinions and beliefs mattered to him. He wondered which of them would buckle first. Would he fall for her, or would she somehow manage to fall for him?
He took her hand, in a moment of either sheer stupidity, or sheer sanity. He held it there, as if he were a dermatologist, or merely someone admiring the smooth, soft skin of a young woman. She gasped, shocked by the initial contact, but generally enjoying the feel of his hand upon hers. Briefly, he noticed her trademark flame hair appear on her porcelain skin. They broke apart, as feeling the hot ice flow against them both. It wasn't normal to feel heat, and cold when two people touched was it?
"What was that?! It felt like hot ice. Like something that was hot and cold at once. Did you feel it too Severus?"
He nodded, almost catatonically, giving her an odd look. What in the blue blazes was going on? He looked at Lily closely, gauging her expression. Was this some kind of trick, of her doing? No, he thought. She had been just as shocked at he, if not more so. At least he had the knowledge of knowing she was his love, or would eventually become so. Thus, he attributed her lack of understanding to be fair. She was just as clueless as he.
"I'm sure it's nothing, Lily."
He said, with a slight blush. He still hadn't explained why he touched her in the first place. As long as she didn't ask. he wouldn't press. Both teens had silently resolved to investigate this strange matter however. Whatever it was that had happened was not over by a long shot, and it would be discussed later. Of that they were both positive. Severus stood, ready for another round of boring, dancing. Perhaps he should offer to teach her how to dance a few of the more exotic dances, just to spice things up a bit. He held out his hand, gathering her up into his arms once more, now comfortable with pulling her a bit closer. Not touching, because he wasn't ready for any of that yet. He silently wished he wasn't alone in knowing about Jayda. Lily had a right to know who the eventual father of her baby was. Of course, Jayda would tell her mother when she was good and ready, but they were going to be obliviated anyway, so why not tell Lily? If she was angered and disgusted by the news, he'd be hurt, but they could erase her memory. Besides, she'd eventually fall for him, right?
.
"So have you spoken with your cousin Jayda recently? I'm sure she would love to talk with you about her recent improvement in all of those defense classes she put Draco and the young Malfoy in."
"Yes, I have spoken with her. She seems a bit perturbed about all of the classes Dumbledore put her in. The good news is she and Draco are getting along much better now. It's good news because I don't think I would have been able to stand another one of their numerous arguments."
"Things change Lily, and it's good to see an Evans and a Malfoy getting along."
He said with a smirk. Lily rolled her eyes, and accidentally kicked his shins as he waltzed her across the wide-spread, but sparse ballroom. She didn't even bother contemplating how he knew Jayda was an Evans.
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Harri couldn't understand it. Why was she alone, except for Draco in a dark forest with only a wand for protection?! Dumbledore was really taking this survivalist training to a new level. Pretty soon he would ask them to wrestle lions to the floor, and even make a show of doing it. There were some benefits to being alone with him however. They were growing closer, enjoying the kissing and touching.
Everything seemed so surreal, like a wonderful storybook, with the two romantic characters, clinging unto that bittersweet taste of an ancient love. In between what the Greeks had called aggappo and an all encompassing, unconditional love between a man and a woman, or a mother and a child, she wished she could grow to feel that way about someone other than her parents. She loved both her parents differently, with a majority of the same feelings.
Harri loved her mother in a way she couldn't describe, but it was all around her, drowning her in its earthly beauty. Her mother saved her life, placing all of her hopes and dreams into the body and heart of a mere babe. Lily had so much faith in her that sometimes Harri wondered if she had been worth saving. Once again, she had narrowly escaped Voldemort's clutches- year after year. No mother imagines their child returning to school year after year experiencing alienation by her friends, teachers, with the only exception being a homicidal, maniac, bent on the genocidal destruction of every muggle-born, or muggle related witch or wizard.
When it came to the dark, ominous controlled maelstrom that was her father, she felt a new kind of love. It made her feel awkward, but it still felt right. She trusted him as a young man, and even if her Headmaster erased his memory, she hoped the Snape of her time, her father as the man she knew him to be would learn to accept her, and love her just as much as she had grown to love him. There was the She found it funny that she didn't use the word love lightly. While she didn't love him yet, she felt herself moving in that direction sooner or later. He didn't think this was just a liaison of sort right?
Harri gasped as she felt an arm wrap around her slender waist, emitting a squeak of terror. She struggled, but when she felt a chaste kiss placed on her neck, she calmed, enjoying the softness of his cheeks. She struggled, but when she felt a chaste kiss placed on her neck, she knew it was her boyfriend, Draco. Once again, that familiar fire in her belly ignited, and she sighed contentedly, leaning against his chest. He rested his chin atop her head, no doubt grinning cheekily. She elbowed him, whirling around to face his shining silver eyes.
"Don't even get it twisted, Draco. I am just cold, okay?"
He nodded, planting kisses on random parts of her face, enjoying the seeing the shiver that ran down her spine. After days of getting used to being referred to him as his girlfriend, a blush came upon her face. She relaxed, enjoying the feel of their being cheek to cheek. It was nice, a sort of warm embrace that made her feel rather gooey inside. She wasn't used to having someone that felt like this for her. She was just coming into her new family.
"Can we talk for a minute? I want to talk about what we saw in that book."
She started to say more, but when she heard Draco's almost animalistic growl, she ceased, trying her best to remain calm. She had never seen him so angry, even when they were enemies. Never had he growled and held her protectively, but it felt like if anything, she needed protection from him. Either way, whatever it was that had caused him to act like some kind of barbarian, made her extremely nervous.
"Forget about what was written in that book. It's unimportant. Don't let it get to you. So what if you are thinking about what may or may not happen. Why can't we just be happy-the two of us, in this one moment in time?!"
He ground out, looking away from her. If he let her see him in such a weak state what would she think of him then? Would she leave him then? Would she abandon him when needed her? He was afraid, naturally. They had read the book together, sneaking in the Restricted Section of the library. The book had been as clear as any thick, ancient, all-knowing text could be. It would take the sacrifice of the Serpent and the Phoenix, (Lily and Severus) for her to surrender to the dark. She would thrive in her rage, enjoying the drink of the evil that lured her. There was no other explanation. She'd become like Voldemort, unless that Dragon saved her.
"Well excuse me, if I happen to feel scared and repulsed by the thought of hurting my family and friends. You read the text Draco. You know what is destined to happen. My parents may die! If anything happens to them, I'll have no one left, and then it's the end."
She said with dark blank eyes. In her mind, she hated giving herself any kind of credit for having the potential to become the wizarding world's most destructive power. No, that was simply out of the question. This supposed power she possessed hadn't shown up yet, and with all the fame, she'd rather have proof. It was times like these in which she wished she could pull a Gilderoy Lockhart, and avoid even the barest of publicity. No one liked (at least she didn't) being the center of attention for having a power that rivaled a multiple murderer.
"There is nothing to worry about Potter. How many times do I have to tell you? You can change your own destiny. We all can. Hell, the fact that you survived the Avada Kedavra says something."
He frowned when she gave him the look. Draco knew the look very well. It was a classic. The my-mother-saved-my-life, and-that's-why-people-are- giving-me-too-much-credit rule was getting old. When would she wake up and realize she was chosen to have that power she possessed. When would it come to her attention, that she was special? Her name meant something to other people. It evoked a sense of pride, and security each person felt, both old and young. She had beaten Voldemort when she was a baby. Didn't any of that mean anything to her?
Sure, he of all people despised hearing tell her many escapades. He had tried to thwart on many occasions. There was simply no use in fighting what he felt. While he would not jump on the proverbial bandwagon, he would be there for her. He- he loved her. If anyone would have ever told him that he'd fall in love with his worst nightmare, the revered Harriet Potter, he might have been sick with disgust!
"That was different Draco. I was saved by my mother's love. She is the one that deserves the fame. Had not been for her, I'd be dead, Draco."
"I doubt it. I mean, think about you and I. That book says that you can be saved from that dreadful fate. Your mother could come back to life. The Seventh of the Seventh rule Potter. The Phoenix and the Snake will save the childe of their union . That means your mother and whoever the Snake is will prevent you from going loco and killing us all. Besides, we still need more proof."
He said stroking her cheek softly. He wanted to make her feel better, to erase the uncertainty. To be able to rip away the tears that threatened to fall, to be the one that she raced to. He had to protect her somehow, but she needed to believe in herself. There was no other way for them to leave the past, to save their parents. If she never started gaining any kind of confidence, that traditional Gryffindor courage, then how would she ever do anything worthwhile?
"Wow, who'd imagine Draco Malfoy would be such a loveable teddy bear? How utterly cute is that? I think I might just cr-"
He silenced her with a deep kiss. Harri pulled him closer still, matching him peck for peck. His lips were soft, and she could feel him rub her back soothingly. Although his kisses were nice, it was getting annoying to feel his lips silence her speech every time she said something about their circumstances. She pushed him away gently, rubbing her mouth where his lips had been. At least there wasn't any tongue action. Harri's cheeks became crimson with the thought. Perish the thought!
"That's what I like about you Potter. You've got the three most important things I look for in a woman."
Harri rolled her at eyes at what would become another long winded diatribe by silver eyed blonde. She transfigured a chair, taking a seat on the plush cushions. Crossing her legs and folding her arms, in what she hoped was a very anti-sexual pose. The last she needed was a horny dragon following her about. Secretly, she had given him the nick name Dragon. That was in fact, the meaning of his name. Harri smirked as she saw his eyes hungrily roam her body. Ugh, the hormones of teenage boys.
"Oh, and what might that be?"
"Now pay attention Potter, as I'll only say this once. My woman's got to have strength, courage, and wisdom. Oh, and she has to be beautiful, classy, tall, sophisticated, smart, my equal on everything-except Quidditch of course! She must also know when she should be seen and not heard. My woman's going to be the talk of the town."
Draco said his eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of their favorite sport. Harri had to keep her guffaws in unless they awaken the entire forest. She wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes, closing her hand over her mouth.
"Draco, I don't think you'll find anyone that will put up with that B.S. There isn't a girl at Hogwarts that would want to be some kind of trophy wife to you-maybe Pansy Parkinson, but that's it. Now, while the first few qualities were exceptional, I knew the prat in you was yearning to be released. Please don't think you're going to make me into the girl you are describing are you?"
He smiled, thoroughly enjoying her squirm. Potter obviously didn't know him that well, or she'd know that he wasn't serious. He didn't feel that way about her. She meant more to him, but they'd have plenty of time to get acquainted. After all, she was clueless about how he felt about her. Harriet Potter was the type that wouldn't be silenced even if she could be. She was strong, brave, and humble. Her modesty was kind of refreshing, but she needed to realize how special she was to him.
Even when they were younger, before they had met he head tales of her bravery. With those dreadful muggles it was no surprise that she was resilient, and kind. He was certain about one thing, he'd never let those people and their bastard son, hurt her again. As the son of Lucius he could recognize abuse pretty clearly. Those faded scars would take a long time to heal completely and even longer to be completely erased from her memory. The scars the abuse left on her soul, her psyche was more than enough to make him want to hold her forever. She didn't know it yet, but he had already claimed her, mentally at least.
After he completed his animagus training, he'd mark her, and she'd be his forever. If she didn't want to be his soul mate, she really had no choice in the matter. If he bit her with his dragon fangs, and the mark disappeared, then they weren't meant to be together, and he'd have to accept that.
"I know Potter. I was just joking. Besides, I just need you to acknowledge I am here. Now since I told you the type of woman I want to marry. It's your turn to tell me the type of man you wish to be married to."
Harri sighed, closing her eyes. She never thought about marriage. Why was he bringing up all these things? Didn't he know that while fleeing for her life time and time again, she was more concerned with self-preservation? She was wondering how she'd survive the school year. Her father was her (formerly) most hated teacher, and her body was changing to fit her genuine genetic physique and he wanted to talk about marriage. They were fifteen! He was supposed to be thinking about the next girl he'd get, and she was supposed to be having fun with her friends and Quidditch, and boys. Instead, they were trying to just fend off the creatures of the night in this bloody forest!
"Potter?"
Harri's eyes had been glazed over, but now they returned to their normal hue. Draco had been somewhat disturbed by her silence, but she seemed fine now. He wondered briefly if he looked away she'd be gone. Something was definitely bothering her. He hoped that she could eventually talk to him about whatever it was that had bothered her. He wanted her to feel comfortable as possible. They could beat whatever came their way. He reached for her hand, and squeezed gently.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I kind of zoned out there. You were saying?"
"We should probably practice a few disarming spells on a few of the creatures out here. Then maybe a quick duel, and by the time the sun rises, we can go back to the school grounds, and then maybe catch a quick bite to eat."
"Sounds like a good plan. It's a good thing Dumbledore allowed us to abstain from the core curricula. We still need to speak with him about the hourglasses though. I want to know how big the harvest has been so far. All we need is enough sand to get us on a one way trip for two."
They began their dueling practice, both trying to one up the other. So far, the match was pretty easy, and finally the blonde had managed to capture Harri unawares, but since she wasn't paying much attention anyway, it really didn't matter. Soon, Draco trademark temper was beginning to flare, and he began using even more difficult spells in order to force her to pay attention.
Harri, noticed Draco's intense concentration and annoyance with her deplorable performance. He stopped his assault, and removed the barrier. Draco huffed past her, mumbling incoherent words. Harri sighed loudly. She hadn't meant to be inattentive, but her mind kept drifting back to what they had read in that book. She sulked behind him quietly, and they headed back to their Prefect's guest rooms. Nothing was said, and when Harri heard the slam of the door, she knew Draco was very upset with her. She closed her door quietly, blocking out the sounds his shower being turned on. Her grandfather clock shown 4:27 a.m. She yawned softly, and hopped in the shower. When she got out, she dressed for bed. She felt something prick her lightly, and she looked up to see a blue rose on her bed. Apparently, he had charmed her flower to look like a beautiful indigo blue, an almost blue- black.
With gentle fingers, she lifted the rose to her nose, and inhaled the sweet scent. Next to it was a plain white card. Harri opened it, reading the sparsely worded gift.
Potter-
I don't know what's really bothering you, but I'll find out. I wish you would just tell me yourself. You know you can talk to me if you want. I really don't know what to say, because well-I am a Malfoy. I hope you feel better tomorrow.
Love,
D. Malfoy
I assume this is an appropriate note from your boyfriend correct?
Harri's face brightened considerably, and she smiled with content at the thought of Draco Malfoy writing her a considerate, kind, although he was completely clueless at how to console a girl, especially a girlfriend, he didn't do too shabby a job. She pocketed the letter, and slid into bed. They had a long, arduous night, and the day would not be much better. With thoughts of her loved ones in her mind, Harri drifted off into slumber. Maybe the next day would be easier than the last.
Harri had been correct. The next day, she was very pleased to discover that Dumbledore was allowing both she and Draco to enjoy a regular day with the rest of the Hogwart's population. They spent the day separately, enjoying their parents company. This sense of togetherness with her family made her feel especially happy. Harri couldn't but feel elated at the fact that she was bonding so much with her family. It would be even nicer if she could be with both her mother and her father simultaneously. Lily wouldn't have minded because she was kind soul, and a good person. Her father Severus, on the other hand would be extremely embarrassed and blush a crimson red.
It was rather entertaining to think of the man that she called father in such a silly way. Imagining his pale face and shiny skin suddenly becoming red as an apple was hilarious. In the morning, she went to the lake with her mother and enjoyed fishing for magicarp; a slightly bulbous shaped fish that when cooked properly, caused the poisonous oil to become deliciously sour. Then, later on when her mother had to attend to her prefect duties, she went to meet up with her father.
Her teenage father was definitely a mystery. He answered many of her questions about the Snapes. Even quite a few she had been afraid to ask. She learned much about her paternal grandparents. Her grandfather Vesuvius was a cold man, with dark eyes, and a cruel disposition. His wry smirk was legendary in the Snape household. Harri could definitely empathize with her father. Living under the cold regime of Vernon Dursley had surprising left a bit jaded this year. Even after living with them her entire life, the beatings, and the mental and physical abuse was something her mind had developed a shadow over. A veritable chasm left a deep hole in her the metaphysical representation of her soul.
"You've been through so much. Now I can understand why you are the way you are. With a father like Vesuvius, I can understand your cynical behavior. I'm sorry that happened to you Dad."
Harri said softly, reaching for her father's hand. It was nice talking to each other in the Astronomy tower, relishing the quiet of the night. This was a moment in which she wouldn't give up for anything. She savored these moments, holding on to them like it was the last memory she'd hold of her parents. She hadn't talked with Draco, but she had a feeling her memory would be erased. The knowledge she had gained while with her father was an extremely significant issue. She wouldn't allow Dumbledore to cause her to forget all that she had learned while in the past.
She was Jayda Samantha Snape, the former Harriet Jane Potter. Her mother was Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Going back to the future would not cause her to forget these simple facts, but the time the three of them had spent together might be left to the wind. She wondered how Draco felt about leaving his parents. Would he be as emotional as her or would he just be the aloof Draco she had grown with at Hogwarts?
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"Ouch Hermione! Stop pinching me, it bloody hurts!"
Ron wailed as he felt the bushy haired girl pinch his soft flesh. Hermione didn't have to be so violent to get his attention. It was completely unnecessary. Just because his mind tended to wander when he was bored, didn't give her the right to resort to violence. It was hard to stay awake, when he much like Professor Snape, Professor Lupin, and Sirus were doing. They were the adults, and could live off less sleep than he could. His head was aching, and he was getting annoyed at reading through the very same thing Harri's father, and godfather was doing.
Knowing that Severus Snape was the father of Harriet Potter, his very best friend was a genuine surprise. How was she adjusting seeing her teenage parents? How did she feel about James Potter, the man she had known all her life to be her father. Even though he had died before she could get to know him, how did she feel about James Potter now? He wished he could be there for his best friend, his buddy, his chum. She was the girl who had accepted him, not even knowing of her own fame. Yet, when she had the opportunity to befriend Malfoy, she chose to still be his friend.
When he was with her, he heard the whispers and murmurs. He knew he was discussed at length, and that many thought he rode Harri's coattails. Harri knew it wasn't really why they were friends. For that fact alone, he appreciated her sincerity. He missed her dearly, as there was no one to play pranks, no Malfoy to pick on, and no person to roam the halls with. Why couldn't Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall find some way to bring them back? Hell, he even missed Malfoy a little. The students and the wizarding world were greatly troubled by the disappearance of their hero, and her childhood nemesis.
He flipped to the page they had began reading that referred to the rather old usage of hourglasses, which, when used correctly, could send a traveler backwards or forwards through time great distances. It was possible, (though barely) to send both Harri and Malfoy home.
"Ron, we could get them back, if we just harvest enough of those pods grown for three people roundtrip. Now, they have probably discovered the same thing, but it the hourglasses are scarce. It's bec-"
"It's because the hourglasses were not able to be found throughout England as they are now. Right?"
Hermione smiled, rather pleased that Ron was actually showing signs of being a studious Gryffindor. It was a pleasant sight to see. It made her feel giddy. They were actually communicating on a deeper level. Although this positive change took the disappearance of their best friend, he was showing signs of being more concerned with his studies now more than ever. She was confident that they would find success in the search for Harri.
"So, do we take this information to-"
Ron started, but was stopped when Hermione intervened.
"Of course we take this to Dumbledore! You want to bring them back don't you?!"
Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Sure, I want Harri to come back. Malfoy on the other hand, can stay where he is. The bloody prat is so-"
"Ronald Weasley!"
He rolled eyes with exasperation. He read more, only stopping to rub his temples with an aching hand. Copying the words verbatim, he folded it, and returned the book back to its proper place. They snuck out of Snape's office, thankful for the invisibility cloak. They said there goodnight's unaware that someone had been watching them all along. Someone who had much to gain by keeping a certain someone trapped in the past.
Lucius Malfoy was displeased by the comments made by his son's classmates. How dare they insult a Malfoy?! The little mudblood, and the Arthur Weasley's brat had no right. He could feel the rage burning inside of him as his cold eyes narrowed. There was but one thing left to do. He had to make sure only his son returned from the past, and perhaps he could send a message to his master or his younger self, and get one or the other to murder Potter, Evans, and the little halfblood bitch. There was so much to do and say that he was so excited.
Lucius hadn't felt this exhilarated since his first kill when he had been 19. Finally, the master had allowed him to partake in the fun, one cold November, and he enjoyed hurting his victim dearly. There were no other words to explain that thrilling feeling he had. When he saw the young woman, an influential mudblood advocate-supporter he loved seeing her crimson blood flow. He couldn't get enough of watching her cry out in pain.
There was something about seeing a dying woman in pain, that it set his heart afire. Since when had women, crying out in fear, anger, and agony set his blood boiling? It was his most cherished kill to date. He still kept the remnants of her hair in a jar in his office, beside a picture that had been taken of his cherished dark mark.
With his murky robe billowing behind him, Lucius walked away briskly, grateful for having paid attention in a few classes. The silent footfalls, and camouflage charm were very useful at times. If that outdated, old, and obsolete headmaster found him, or worst yet- if Hagrid found him. Lucius shuddered at the thought of being manhandled by that giant oaf.
Now was as good a time as any to visit Severus. They needed to discuss why he took it upon himself to please the master, but failed to tell his best friend, Lucius. He still believed that Severus was working both sides. but he had no soild proof yet. He couldn't just Veritaserum his friend, it was Severus after all. He should definitely set up an appointment first. It would not suit well to be lurking around the campus in the middle of the night. Instead, he decided to apparate off the school grounds, and into his plush home at Malfoy Manor.
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Sirius had tried to accept the fact that his goddaughter was the child of Severus Snape. Like the other few that knew of Lily's previous marriage, he thought Lily had moved on to greener pastures, but had she? It was silly to think that she wouldn't have been intimate with Severus, but that didn't make it any less hard to accept. Eventually as time passed, and he was finally cleared of all charges against him, perhaps he and Severus could get past their differences, and possibly even become friends.
It got tiresome-hating a man who he had known his entire time at Hogwarts. No longer did he want to argue and fight. He was tired, maybe it was the years on the run, the time he spent being chased by demons, both literally, and figuratively. The years of being on the run had caused him to feel exhausted. Much like a bird with broken wings, he felt broken up, tired and unhappy.
He feared his past would make for a despondent future. Sirius was a man hardened by living his life on the run, if he were so inclined to call it a life. Now he had to worry about Harri and the young Malfoy, left alone and scared. Were they even alive? If they had died, wouldn't history change? Sirius hadn't talked with Rem yet, but he had a distinct feeling something different had-or was happening now. This was something that involved both of the young teens. But was it good or bad? He frowned, his face marring his worn features.
Footnotes: That's it for this chapter! Sorry it took so long, but I, like many of you am currently in school. Please review, and thanks to those that did take the time to review, and haven't forgotten about this story. You guys rock my socks! In the next chapter-a tearful goodbye, and Harri and Draco finally get to come back to Hoggy Wart Warts! You see that button down there, click 'go' and review this story baby! Questions and comments can be directed to me at dmbfan822@hotmail.com Peace!