A Rainstorm
They once again apparrated. Harry was beginning to wonder if people should limit the amount of times they do that. It made him feel dizzy headed. And to make matters worse it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. Except for some rather large ruins, there was nothing there. There were huge rocks that looked like they may have once been walls. Maybe even a town at one time. "What is this place?" "A place I've been to before." Well that should be obvious. You can't apparate to a place you have never been to before. Why does everyone keep speaking in riddles? What do they want from me?
"Is there a reason we are here?" Snape looked over at Harry, "Are you always this impatient? And who says I have to have a reason for doing anything." That's it, I really give up this time. The only way I'm going anywhere else is if he drags me. Harry sat down on the ground and waited to see what Snape was going to say this time. Any time now he will tell me to get up. Tell me about how lazy I am. How I'm an arrogant little brat. Or maybe an insufferable little brat. He hasn't used that one in a while. But Snape didn't say anything. He just walked away over the hilltop. Is he really just going to leave me here like that?
Snape vanished completely from his view now. "Hey! Wait up! Don't leave me here." Harry got up and ran in the direction he saw Snape going in. "It's good to see that you use that brain of yours a little." Harry figured that having Snape around was better than not having anyone around. Especially in the middle of nowhere. They walked out into the green grass of the prairies. It really was a beautiful site. It was so peaceful, except for those gray clouds rolling in. Snape didn't seem to care about the clouds. Harry could tell it was going to rain by the way the breeze was picking up.
Snape stood up tall letting his hair blow in his face. Harry couldn't imagine why he didn't want to head for shelter. The wind was starting to pick up more now. "I think it's going to be a downpour. We should leave." Snape stood there for a minute before he answered. "No, we should stay." Harry wasn't quite sure at what moment Snape went crazy, or if it wasn't he himself that had. But he had been right about the rain. It poured down from the sky. Harry was glad the book was safe, wherever it was.
He was already soaked. Harry was sure Snape's robes must have been heavy from the rain. Snape held his arms out from his sides up to the sky as the rain dripped down his face. He looked as if he had been freed of some heavy burden. Meanwhile, Harry was finding it increasingly hard to see out of his glasses in the rain. "What are we doing out here?" "We can win this. I know we can. We have to see what is in that book." And he had no hope for me before? This does not sound promising to me.
Snape grabbed his arm again and this time they were in Sirius's old house. The floor had gathered quite a bit of water from the two of them. Snape walked upstairs. Harry followed but took a turn at his room. Snape might not mind the rain, but I'm going to wear dry clothes. Harry found some clothes still stored in the dresser and changed into them. They had a nice warm feeling to them. Snape came back dry as well. Except for his hair. He didn't seem to do anything with that. It just hung loosely from his head dripping onto his clothes.
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I didn't think it was possible but he seems to be making some progress. He has gotten stronger since the time I first showed up in this house. I think my old friend Dante may have had an effect on him as well. I just wish I knew what all he told him. He is still a trouble maker though. And everyone let him by with everything. Except for me of course. I treated him like a normal student. Gave him detention. Took points from his house. Why does he still feel the need to disobey the rules? It just doesn't make sense. If you punish them for something, should they not be less likely to do that again? And yet he repeatedly broke rules. Still does as a matter of fact. He is starring at me again.
I guess he probably wants to know about the old village. Although he probably wouldn't understand why I took him to a mass of rocks that were hit by a meteor storm. It looks like he is trying to figure out what to ask now. What shall it be this time? "What is so important about this book?" Interesting question, not one I would have expected. He has a tendency to forget about little details and focus on the one thing that is totally irrelevant. "This book can win us the war. This is old magic, Harry. Voldemort doesn't understand it. Just as he didn't understand why he couldn't touch you for so many years."
Let's see if he can comprehend the situation. I highly doubt it. It hasn't happened so far. Getting the book was easier than I expected. I wonder if it can really help. "Isn't he supposed to know a lot of magic though? Things that no one else does?" Not a bad reply. Let's seeā¦ah yes, "Voldemort is trained in what you could call modern magic. It is true he knows spells that no others do. But it is also true that I know a few of my own, and through that potions book you know some as well. Although, it is probably considered dark magic. Sometimes you have to make these decisions about what is morally right, and what needs to be done. But this new book of ours. It could have a way around it all. Old magic."
He seems to be thinking about it. Maybe we can get through this after all. I think I'll just look over the book for now. "I'll go through the book, as I doubt you would be able to distinguish between the spells. Nor would your feeble mind be able to comprehend such complexities. We will see what I have in the morning. You can leave now if you wish." He doesn't seem to be fighting me as much anymore. Harry left the room and headed to his bedroom. Of course when I first came here he tried to kill me. Change is probably a good thing in this case. But how much change is the question. I wonder what he does when he retreats to his room. Not studying, that's for sure.
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