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Harry stood when the class ended and put all his books away in his bag. He left his cauldron on the table, and was about to walk up to Snape when Hermione and Ron blocked him.
"Do you want us to wait?" Hermione asked at the same exact time Ron said,
"Eyes down, don't talk much, say 'sir' a lot, and agree with everything." He warned. Hermione glared at him.
"Don't wait up. I'll be fine, Ron." Harry consoled Ron, who was glaring daggers at Snape, whose back was turned. Hermione and Ron nodded and walked away. Harry crossed his arms and stood waiting for Snape to turn around. When the classroom was all cleared out, Snape turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter. We meet again." Snape said briskly, his lip curled to show his bitterness at this fact. Harry said nothing, and continued to glare. "That face will get you in much trouble, Potter, and you'd be wise to wipe that smirk off your face!" Snape snapped, agitated.
"You have something I want." Harry said in a low voice. Snape seated himself at his desk.
"What would that be?" Snape asked calmly.
"The truth." Harry snarled.
"What truth?"
"Stop playing dumb! You know what I mean! You wanted Sirius to die!" Harry shouted. Snape looked back at Harry coolly.
"Of course not." Snape snapped. Harry leaned angrily on Snape's desk.
"Don't lie!" Harry shouted.
"What answer do you want, Potter, the one you want to hear, or the real truth?" Snape snarled, so angry he rose from his seat.
"I want the truth, which I think might also be want I want to hear!" Harry roared. Snape's face went from red to white and he stepped farther away from Harry, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Fine Potter, I'll level with you. Ever since I was a second year, I wanted all the Marauders dead, the same way you wish Malfoy and his gang dead. I never actually imagined it would happen. Sirius was an important member of the Order. I'm sorry he's dead, and I didn't mean for it to happen. I would have pulled you aside and helped if you hadn't gone rushing into the Forbidden Forest, I would have! If you weren't always so eager to play the hero!" Severus admitted. Before Snape could react, Harry had drawn his wand.
"Silencio!" He yelled. Snape's eyes opened widely, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. Snape turned a furious shade of red and pulled out his own wand. Harry couldn't understand His arms and legs were bound to him, only his eyes could move. what was said, (because nothing really was said) all he knew was that suddenly he froze. Snape turned his wand on himself and mouthed something, and suddenly his voice was back.
"Now Potter, listen closely," Snape drawled, standing in front of the angry Gryffindor. "Sirius's death was not planned for me, nor had it ever been planned, nor did I celebrate the demise of Black. Sirius made the mistake of underestimating Lestrange, and met his end that way. If he had to go any way at all, he would have liked to go down laughing." Snape told Harry, his voice still cold. Snape muttered the counter curse and Harry could suddenly move again. Harry glared vengefully at Snape, who merely waved his hand towards the door.
"You are dismissed, Potter. You may leave me." Severus drawled. Angrily, Harry picked up his bag and his cauldron. Just before stepping through the doorway, Harry turned.
"Professor?" He called. Snape turned to look at him, and saw Harry's raised wand.
"Impedimenta!" Harry shouted. Snape began moving very slowly. Harry watched in amusement as he reached for his wand. Harry dashed down the hallway. Suddenly, he heard,
"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, POTTER!" Harry arrived gasping and panting at the Gryffindor Portrait Hole. Katie Bell was also walking up to it.
"Hey, Harry! I'm Quidditch Captain!" She called.
"That's great Katie! Congratulations!" He panted. "Pixie dust." He said to the Fat Lady, who swung open in admittance.
"I see you've already begun training." Katie said approvingly. Harry stopped in his tracks.
"What? Training doesn't start until next month." Harry objected. Katie grinned and shook her head.
"Yes, but I'm going to have the team run for fifteen minutes every day." Katie told him. He stared blankly.
"How will that help? We don't use running. We play in the air, and our brooms do the running." He pointed out. Katie shrugged.
"Look Harry, professional football (using the British term here) players run a lot. I don't think it will hurt to over prepare this year. Not everyone's as experienced, and if we start training now, it'll be good for us." Harry just nodded and went up the stairs to his dormitory, where he dumped everything on his bed. It was almost time for lunch, just a Care of Magical Creatures left. Ron and Hermione rejoined him and they all walked down to Hagrid's hut together.
"How'd it go Harry?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged.
"It was okay. He just told me to be more respectful." And they left it at that.
Hagrid's lesson went well. He was showing them a wolf from the Forest, and telling them the differences on a werewolf. After the lesson, they headed up to the castle again. They dropped off their books in their dorms and headed down to lunch. Hermione had most of her books with her still and was currently reading 'HOW TO ACE YOUR N.E.W.T.S IN THREE MONTHS'
"Er...Hermione? You know we had about two years, right?" Ron asked cautiously. Hermione just glared and continued reading. Harry shrugged at Ron.
"Give it up mate." Suddenly, Ginny sat across from them, Dean right next to her. When Ron saw they had been holding hands until a second ago, he spit out his salad.
"GINNY!" He shouted. Ginny glared furiously at him.
"You seem to get that reaction a lot." Harry muttered to Ginny. Dean was startled too.
"What's up, Ron?" He asked.
"What are you doing with my sister?" Ron gasped.
"Ron, you knew Dean and I were going out! I told you at the beginning of summer!" Ginny snapped. She turned to Dean. "I'm really sorry about him!" She apologized. Dean just grinned and shrugged. Ron flushed red.
"So Ginny, did you switch to Chaser?" Harry asked. Ginny grinned, the fight forgotten.
"Yeah. Katie's going to have me try it out tomorrow to make sure it's what I want."
"Thanks for letting me be Seeker again."
"No problem." Ginny said warmly.
"You ready for a better season, Ron?" Harry asked Ron.
"Yeah."
"Hear about Katie's training idea?" Harry asked, with an indignant snort.
"Yeah, I did. That's a wonky idea." Ron said crossly. Hermione suddenly slammed her book shut and looked over at the two of them, having finally finished the chapter she was working on.
"It's never too early to prepare, Ron." She said scornfully. Both boys stared blankly at her until Harry remembered Ron had asked her why she was studying so early.
"Oh, right." Harry said, nudging Ron with his elbow.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, right!" Ron said finally as if waking up from a deep slumber. Hermione rolled her eyes and started eating. After lunch, they were dragged by Hermione to a boring class of History of Magic. Harry and Ron entertained themselves by miming throwing things at different people in the class and sucking on Sugar Quills that Harry had stocked up on in Diagon Alley. However, they were forced to settle down when Binns looked up from his lecture and saw Ron, who was half standing and had his arms stretched over Parvati's head, pantomiming dropping a large, heavy item on her head.
"Mr. Weasley? Would you care to take notes on this lesson, which will be very important to your upcoming N.E.W.T.S, or would you like to be sent to a Muggle clown school?" Binns said in his reedy voice. A few people laughed openly at Ron, who sat down in red faced shame. Hermione turned in her seat from the front of the class and smirked. Ron sank in his seat and batted at Harry, who was laughing hysterically yet silently.
At the end of the day, they went back to the Common Room. Ron had his robes unbuttoned and pulled his tie loose.
"I didn't like this first day back." He grumbled. Harry laughed despite his friend's unhappiness.
"Harry!" Someone called. Harry looked up and nearly dropped his books.
"Professor Lupin!" He said excitedly, hurrying over him. Lupin's pale, tired face smiled.
"You forget, I'm no longer a teacher Harry." Harry realized he had never called Lupin anything but Professor Lupin, other than that, he had never used his name, first or last. "Remus will do fine, Harry." Lupin said, laying a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Remus, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. Lupin smiled.
"I have a gift for you. More than one actually, but that one is taking a lot more work. I'd like to talk to you alone though." Lupin admitted, taking Harry's shoulder gently but firmly and steering him out of the portrait hole, after letting Harry drop his books on the table. He led Harry to an abandoned classroom, where there was an elaborate marble bowl with a sheet over the top of it. Lupin perched himself on the same desk and smiled fondly at the thing.
"What is it?" Harry asked uncertainly. Lupin sighed.
"I realize I should have given this to you a long time ago, but I just couldn't bring myself to part with it." Lupin sighed. "It holds a lot of memories." He said just as sadly, but with a strange glint in his eyes. Harry grinned.
"That's okay. Just what is it?" He asked. Lupin grinned too and wiped off the sheet.
"Ta da!" Lupin said with a flourish.
Lol, sorry about the cliffhanger. I did kind of give you a hint to what it is though. If you read carefully. Please review! I'd like to know what you guys think!
Harry stood when the class ended and put all his books away in his bag. He left his cauldron on the table, and was about to walk up to Snape when Hermione and Ron blocked him.
"Do you want us to wait?" Hermione asked at the same exact time Ron said,
"Eyes down, don't talk much, say 'sir' a lot, and agree with everything." He warned. Hermione glared at him.
"Don't wait up. I'll be fine, Ron." Harry consoled Ron, who was glaring daggers at Snape, whose back was turned. Hermione and Ron nodded and walked away. Harry crossed his arms and stood waiting for Snape to turn around. When the classroom was all cleared out, Snape turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter. We meet again." Snape said briskly, his lip curled to show his bitterness at this fact. Harry said nothing, and continued to glare. "That face will get you in much trouble, Potter, and you'd be wise to wipe that smirk off your face!" Snape snapped, agitated.
"You have something I want." Harry said in a low voice. Snape seated himself at his desk.
"What would that be?" Snape asked calmly.
"The truth." Harry snarled.
"What truth?"
"Stop playing dumb! You know what I mean! You wanted Sirius to die!" Harry shouted. Snape looked back at Harry coolly.
"Of course not." Snape snapped. Harry leaned angrily on Snape's desk.
"Don't lie!" Harry shouted.
"What answer do you want, Potter, the one you want to hear, or the real truth?" Snape snarled, so angry he rose from his seat.
"I want the truth, which I think might also be want I want to hear!" Harry roared. Snape's face went from red to white and he stepped farther away from Harry, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Fine Potter, I'll level with you. Ever since I was a second year, I wanted all the Marauders dead, the same way you wish Malfoy and his gang dead. I never actually imagined it would happen. Sirius was an important member of the Order. I'm sorry he's dead, and I didn't mean for it to happen. I would have pulled you aside and helped if you hadn't gone rushing into the Forbidden Forest, I would have! If you weren't always so eager to play the hero!" Severus admitted. Before Snape could react, Harry had drawn his wand.
"Silencio!" He yelled. Snape's eyes opened widely, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. Snape turned a furious shade of red and pulled out his own wand. Harry couldn't understand His arms and legs were bound to him, only his eyes could move. what was said, (because nothing really was said) all he knew was that suddenly he froze. Snape turned his wand on himself and mouthed something, and suddenly his voice was back.
"Now Potter, listen closely," Snape drawled, standing in front of the angry Gryffindor. "Sirius's death was not planned for me, nor had it ever been planned, nor did I celebrate the demise of Black. Sirius made the mistake of underestimating Lestrange, and met his end that way. If he had to go any way at all, he would have liked to go down laughing." Snape told Harry, his voice still cold. Snape muttered the counter curse and Harry could suddenly move again. Harry glared vengefully at Snape, who merely waved his hand towards the door.
"You are dismissed, Potter. You may leave me." Severus drawled. Angrily, Harry picked up his bag and his cauldron. Just before stepping through the doorway, Harry turned.
"Professor?" He called. Snape turned to look at him, and saw Harry's raised wand.
"Impedimenta!" Harry shouted. Snape began moving very slowly. Harry watched in amusement as he reached for his wand. Harry dashed down the hallway. Suddenly, he heard,
"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, POTTER!" Harry arrived gasping and panting at the Gryffindor Portrait Hole. Katie Bell was also walking up to it.
"Hey, Harry! I'm Quidditch Captain!" She called.
"That's great Katie! Congratulations!" He panted. "Pixie dust." He said to the Fat Lady, who swung open in admittance.
"I see you've already begun training." Katie said approvingly. Harry stopped in his tracks.
"What? Training doesn't start until next month." Harry objected. Katie grinned and shook her head.
"Yes, but I'm going to have the team run for fifteen minutes every day." Katie told him. He stared blankly.
"How will that help? We don't use running. We play in the air, and our brooms do the running." He pointed out. Katie shrugged.
"Look Harry, professional football (using the British term here) players run a lot. I don't think it will hurt to over prepare this year. Not everyone's as experienced, and if we start training now, it'll be good for us." Harry just nodded and went up the stairs to his dormitory, where he dumped everything on his bed. It was almost time for lunch, just a Care of Magical Creatures left. Ron and Hermione rejoined him and they all walked down to Hagrid's hut together.
"How'd it go Harry?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged.
"It was okay. He just told me to be more respectful." And they left it at that.
Hagrid's lesson went well. He was showing them a wolf from the Forest, and telling them the differences on a werewolf. After the lesson, they headed up to the castle again. They dropped off their books in their dorms and headed down to lunch. Hermione had most of her books with her still and was currently reading 'HOW TO ACE YOUR N.E.W.T.S IN THREE MONTHS'
"Er...Hermione? You know we had about two years, right?" Ron asked cautiously. Hermione just glared and continued reading. Harry shrugged at Ron.
"Give it up mate." Suddenly, Ginny sat across from them, Dean right next to her. When Ron saw they had been holding hands until a second ago, he spit out his salad.
"GINNY!" He shouted. Ginny glared furiously at him.
"You seem to get that reaction a lot." Harry muttered to Ginny. Dean was startled too.
"What's up, Ron?" He asked.
"What are you doing with my sister?" Ron gasped.
"Ron, you knew Dean and I were going out! I told you at the beginning of summer!" Ginny snapped. She turned to Dean. "I'm really sorry about him!" She apologized. Dean just grinned and shrugged. Ron flushed red.
"So Ginny, did you switch to Chaser?" Harry asked. Ginny grinned, the fight forgotten.
"Yeah. Katie's going to have me try it out tomorrow to make sure it's what I want."
"Thanks for letting me be Seeker again."
"No problem." Ginny said warmly.
"You ready for a better season, Ron?" Harry asked Ron.
"Yeah."
"Hear about Katie's training idea?" Harry asked, with an indignant snort.
"Yeah, I did. That's a wonky idea." Ron said crossly. Hermione suddenly slammed her book shut and looked over at the two of them, having finally finished the chapter she was working on.
"It's never too early to prepare, Ron." She said scornfully. Both boys stared blankly at her until Harry remembered Ron had asked her why she was studying so early.
"Oh, right." Harry said, nudging Ron with his elbow.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, right!" Ron said finally as if waking up from a deep slumber. Hermione rolled her eyes and started eating. After lunch, they were dragged by Hermione to a boring class of History of Magic. Harry and Ron entertained themselves by miming throwing things at different people in the class and sucking on Sugar Quills that Harry had stocked up on in Diagon Alley. However, they were forced to settle down when Binns looked up from his lecture and saw Ron, who was half standing and had his arms stretched over Parvati's head, pantomiming dropping a large, heavy item on her head.
"Mr. Weasley? Would you care to take notes on this lesson, which will be very important to your upcoming N.E.W.T.S, or would you like to be sent to a Muggle clown school?" Binns said in his reedy voice. A few people laughed openly at Ron, who sat down in red faced shame. Hermione turned in her seat from the front of the class and smirked. Ron sank in his seat and batted at Harry, who was laughing hysterically yet silently.
At the end of the day, they went back to the Common Room. Ron had his robes unbuttoned and pulled his tie loose.
"I didn't like this first day back." He grumbled. Harry laughed despite his friend's unhappiness.
"Harry!" Someone called. Harry looked up and nearly dropped his books.
"Professor Lupin!" He said excitedly, hurrying over him. Lupin's pale, tired face smiled.
"You forget, I'm no longer a teacher Harry." Harry realized he had never called Lupin anything but Professor Lupin, other than that, he had never used his name, first or last. "Remus will do fine, Harry." Lupin said, laying a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Remus, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. Lupin smiled.
"I have a gift for you. More than one actually, but that one is taking a lot more work. I'd like to talk to you alone though." Lupin admitted, taking Harry's shoulder gently but firmly and steering him out of the portrait hole, after letting Harry drop his books on the table. He led Harry to an abandoned classroom, where there was an elaborate marble bowl with a sheet over the top of it. Lupin perched himself on the same desk and smiled fondly at the thing.
"What is it?" Harry asked uncertainly. Lupin sighed.
"I realize I should have given this to you a long time ago, but I just couldn't bring myself to part with it." Lupin sighed. "It holds a lot of memories." He said just as sadly, but with a strange glint in his eyes. Harry grinned.
"That's okay. Just what is it?" He asked. Lupin grinned too and wiped off the sheet.
"Ta da!" Lupin said with a flourish.
Lol, sorry about the cliffhanger. I did kind of give you a hint to what it is though. If you read carefully. Please review! I'd like to know what you guys think!