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Chapter 4: The Last Memory
Harry walked into the Great Hall and saw Snape running to his chambers. Harry and Dumbledore followed. When they reached his rooms he saw that Snape's head was in the fireplace.
" Black?" Snape yelled. No answer. " BLACK!"
" Yes, Snape?"
" I knew it. Come floo to my rooms, now." Snape backed away and out came Sirius.
" What?" He said, dusting himself off.
" Potter." Snape said, turning to run.
" What's wrong with Harry? Snape what happened?"
" The Dark Lord." They kept running until Sirius stopped Snape.
" How do I know you're not lying?"
" Why the hell would I be lying?" Snape started to run again. Sirius right behind him
" Think about it, you hate Harry. You hate me."
" I may hate you but I do not hate Potter."
" Yes, you do! Look how you treat him." Snape stopped running and Sirius ran into him and fell onto the ground. He looked up into Snape's eyes.
" Contrary to popular belief, I do not hate Harry Potter. I hate that he thinks being like his father would be a good thing. I keep him in check." Snape held out his hand for Sirius. " I have grading to do so if we can save this kid a little faster that would be much appreciated." Sirius took Snape's hand and was on his feet. Snape turned and broke out into a full sprint. He heard behind him a very faint "Thank you." From Sirius and smiled. For the last time, the memory went fuzzy.
Back in Snape's present rooms Harry turned to Dumbledore. Dumbledore sat down and smiled. So, Snape doesn't hate him. He really just thinks Harry is another one of the thunder headed kids he has to teach, nothing more. Harry smiled.
" Now you know." Harry turned to Dumbledore.
" Thank you, Professor. I think I'll be looking at Professor Snape a lot different now." With that they both left.
Now before anyone gets confused this is the night Sirius dies. Yes, you guessed it, my owned screwed up version of the Department of Mysteries. The next chapter will be the last. Thanks to all who reviewed!