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'Maybe this project can help me become closer to him,' Harry thought as he wrote. 'I'm not sure how, but I have to try.'

"Harry! What are you doing? Hermione and I are all set up over there." Ron interrupted, indicating to a large table where Hermione was waiting curiously.

"Er, well, I just wanted to have some space to think is all. I only have to finish writing up my outline for McGonagall and Flitwick and then I'm done anyway." Harry wasn't quite sure why, but he didn't want Ron and Hermione to know what he was planning. Ever since the project was explained in class, he had several ideas, but when he sat down and thought about it, his newest plan was his favorite.

"Erm, okay then. Well, I guess we'll see you at dinner then?" Ron asked. Seeing Harry's nod he walked back to the other table. Hermione looked worried at first, but then shot Harry a small grin. Harry immediately waved back, but still felt odd about it all.

'Why am I keeping this from them? It's not like it's something terrible or dangerous; I've done the research. Why then, why does it still feel strange?' He was so confused by his thoughts and he couldn't think of anyone to talk to about it. 'Maybe…?'

A quick rapping at his door instantly alerted the Potions Master. Deliberately taking his time to answer whoever had dared bother him at this hour, Snape thought about who it could be. 'Albus? No, he has no reason to come by. Lupin? No, he already came by this morning. Draco?' But just as he was opening the door to find one Harry Potter behind it, he slammed it shut.

"Sir?" Harry called to no avail. Harry knew Snape was still upset with him for being so persistent the night before, but he thought the man might put it aside for a moment to listen.

"Harry, I didn't think I'd see you here." Came a familiar voice from behind.

"Hullo, Professor." Harry said dejectedly.

"Is Severus not in?" Remus Lupin asked gently as he knocked at the door, which then flew open to reveal a livid Severus Snape.

"Potter! If you-Lupin? What are you doing here, again? Have I not made it clear that I don't wish to have any company? To the both of you?" He asked menacingly, looking between them both.

"But sir, I wanted to ask for your help on the Transfiguration and Charms project. I have an idea and was wondering if I could borrow a potions book from you. The school library doesn't have a copy, but I thought I'd seen it on your shelf before."

"Which book, then?" Snape sneered obviously trying to catch him in a lie.

"Er, I believe it's called One Thousand Unpredictable Potions and Their Origins, by Gazelle Winters."

Snape instantly went green and looked as if he were going to vomit, which Lupin must have noticed, too, because he had his hand on his wand. "No." Was all he said.

"What?" Harry asked dumbly.

"No!" He no longer looked sick, but now back to angry. "I-I do not have that particular book in my possession. I cannot help you."

"Severus," Lupin began softly, "I know that's not true. I remember when-

"SHUT UP! You know nothing about that! Potter will have to look elsewhere if he wants that book! And back to you, no matter what you do, say, look like, try to be-ANYTHING, you will never be that." Snape shouted at Harry.

Now Harry was really confused. He couldn't understand what Snape was so upset about, especially when he had appeared to be calm just moments before. 'I only asked for a book,' he thought sadly.

"Don't you compare him like that! I knew it; it was never about James at all, was it? When did you become like this? You used to be different, brilliant-for him-for yourself! Why did you change?" But Snape wouldn't even listen to Lupin's words; he looked evenly into Lupin's eyes, said, "You always did fancy yourself the understanding type, didn't you?" and closed the door.

Harry and Lupin stood there for a while, neither was sure how long. They just thought. Clearing his throat, Lupin looked at Harry, smiled and walked back through the dungeon. Harry eventually sat against the opposite wall, wondering just what Harry himself had anything to do with their past. Parts of their conversation kept reeling through Harry's mind. 'It was never about James at all, was it?' he had heard Lupin say. 'What did that mean? Does that mean he never hated me because of my dad? But then, why? Was it just because of me? And what about 'for him'; for who? Is that what this all has been about?' No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't wrap his mind around any of it. Finally, he decided to go to dinner, more because Ron and Hermione were expecting him than anything else.

Harry attempted to be interested in the conversations around him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about Snape. After continuously explaining to Hermione that he was just thinking about their project, he had finally given up and decided to get some sleep.

No more than five minutes after he lay down onto his four-poster, Harry was already drifting off to the world of dreams. Most of his dreams lately had been the same. He was wearing Slytherin robes and he and Severus were in DADA with Harry's mum and dad. Whenever Harry woke up again, he didn't remember exactly what had happened, but he did feel better, as though he was getting the best sleep of his life.

"Now, today you will all turn in your rough ideas of what your projects will look like. Then tomorrow, in your Charms class, you will begin the actual work. Professor Flitwick and I have already planned out the timeline for this assignment and you will each receive a copy from Professor Flitwick. Now, you will have the rest of this period to add finishing touches to your papers, ask me questions or speak with your friends. However, you must have it in to me by the end of this period. Understood? Wonderful." With that, almost everyone in the class turned in their seats to talk to their friends about how 'brilliant their idea was.' Harry, on the other hand, got up and walked over to Professor McGonagall's large, Mahogany desk.

"Professor, may I have a word with you?" Harry asked. "Privately?" He added after getting the feeling he was being watched. It took a moment for Professor McGonagall to let go of her shock, but then she simply stood up and showed Harry to her study. She sat down behind yet another overly large desk and motioned for Harry to take the seat opposite hers.

"So, what is it that you wished to speak with me about, Mr. Potter?" She asked curiously.

Harry hurried to try to find the words to explain what he wanted. "Um, well, I wanted some help with my project idea, Professor. I currently have two ideas and a written paper for each, but I would much rather follow through with one than the other. But, the one I would rather study requires something I don't have and might not be able to acquire."

"And where do I come into all of this, Mr. Potter?" She asked suspiciously.

"I was wondering if it would be at all possible for you to get me this item." Harry said, finally getting around to what McGonagall knew was coming.

"And which item would that be?"

Sorry this chapter was so short-I'll try to make the next one extra long! PLEASE read and review! BYE!