Oh to Remember, but Never Forget: Part Two

Muggle Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry or his world, or the events that have occurred. Get used to it, please. I fear lawyers.

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Witch Disclaimer: This is Lynn's tale, and she has only allowed me to write it down because she believes in building relations between our two worlds, as I do. You are not allowed to take it, or you will feel both our wraths.

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Part Two, Chapter One: Change

Together, Harry and Lynn walked down the road, through the town of Hogsmeade and up towards the castle. For the most part, it was too cold to speak, but conversation wasn't necessary.

Of course, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at him now and then. He just looked so much like James… more than she'd ever thought he would…

She quickly wiped away tears that were threatening to form. She was finished with her tears, if for no other reason, than for Harry's sake. She would move on with her life, for him.

It wasn't until they reached the castle that either of them spoke.

"Harry, can you help me here?" Lynn asked as she got tangled in her coat. She'd tried to remove it while simultaneously shaking the snowflakes from it, but somehow her arms had tangled with the coat sleeves and her scarf.

Harry gave a small laugh, "Sure – just hold still so I can get that scarf…" Lynn saw Harry take hold of one end of the scarf and give it a pull. It didn't do anything but pull her hair.

"Ow," she laughed, "I don't think that worked, Harry."

He gave her an odd face, one that nearly took her breath away in how much it looked like one James used to give her. "Well, it's not like you are doing much better," he said with a bit of humor in his voice.

In a moment, Lynn still tangled, the two of them were laughing heartily over the situation. Still laughing, Lynn decided to scrap the whole thing.

"Okay, okay Harry, let me try this," she bent over and dumped the whole thing off her, coat, scarf, robe and all. True, that left her in her typical Muggle clothes, but she didn't really care. Once she was freed, she could sort out her stuff and redress.

"Ta-da!" she said with a flourish as she popped out of the tangle.

Harry laughed, "Nice trick, where'd you learn it?"

Lynn grinned as she began to sort out where her robe was and redress herself in Wizard attire, "A nice young Auror, named Tonks. Do you know her?"

"Yeah, and somehow that doesn't surprise me."

Lynn started to say something when she found herself rubbing her hands together. Her fingers were cold. She frowned and looked at Harry. He gave her a questioning look.

"Lynn, is something wrong?"

"Yes," she said simply.

He said something else to her, but she didn't really hear it. Her attention was drawn to a figure approaching them from inside the castle.

"Well, look at this," drawled a young voice that Lynn did not recognize, but one she did not like at all, "Potty's been off the grounds? And what's this, got yourself a new girl, Potty? Or is this a baby-sitter?"

Harry stiffened. "Sod off Malfoy," he said sharply, "I had permission from the Headmaster."

Malfoy… Lynn hated that name.

The young boy, who Lynn guessed was in Harry's year, strutted into clear view. Lynn found a sneer on her lips. He was the spitting image of his father, she thought bitterly.

Malfoy gave him a bitter laugh, "We'll see about that," and then he turned his eyes to Lynn, looked her up and down, and sneered, "Tell me, where'd you dig her up? I didn't realize Hogsmead had prostitutes."

"Harry NO!" Lynn lunged to keep Harry from attacking the blonde boy. While Malfoy laughed and gave some snide comment about protecting Harry, Lynn locked eyes with Harry and gave him a warning look.

Then Lynn turned to the boy and smiled.

"I knew your Father, you know," she said sweetly, taking a step towards him. "You're just like him, just as arrogant…"

Lynn's grin broadened as Malfoy defiantly raised his eyes to hers and glared. Little did he know what looking her in the eyes would mean…

Lynn glared at him, sensing what she didn't like. "Why do I feel you're tainted with evil, boy?" she asked him softly.

He blinked nervously and stepped back. He also seemed at a loss for words. "You are not allowed h-here," he stuttered faintly.

But Lynn wasn't about to back down. She advanced on him, still holding his gaze. "I am allowed," she said plainly, "And you are a very young foolish boy," she took one final step towards him, taking his chin in her hand and forcing it up to plunge her eyes deep into his own. Lynn could instantly tell that he put up walls around his mind to protect against her trying to read his mind, and she could also tell that he was good – but he didn't know that she wasn't out to read his thoughts. It was more of intent she was looking for, and that was something that few people could hide from her. In a whisper that only he could hear, she said, "One day, you will see how foolish you truly have been. You will regret your choice, Draco, and I bet that I'll be there when you do."

A frightened expression crossed his face before he finally tore away from her – or tried to. He slapped her hand away with such a force that is startled Lynn. While not as bad as other times she had known, a puff of green smoke erupted around them. Lynn backed up and grabbed Harry quickly, pushing him away from the smoke. Harry was looking slightly shocked.

When the smoke cleared, both saw Draco running in the other direction, trying to cover his face with his hands as he did so – hands that, both noticed, were somewhat green.

"Is that what you meant earlier, when you said not to poke you?" Harry asked with a choked laugh.

"Yes," she said lightly, watch Malfoy run away. "There are a few more colors I seem to produce, too. Sirius always got purple, for whatever reason you could imagine…"

Exiting the portrait, Lynn and Harry smiled at each other.

"Those House-elves haven't changed much have they?" Lynn laughed as they headed down the corridor.

"Nope. The only one who's any different is Dobby,"

"The one with the clothes?"

"Yeah, that's him. He's well-meaning, but the others think he's odd."

Lynn smiled, "I can see why. He adores you, though. Treasure that, Harry."

Harry paused and gave her a small smile, "Don't worry, I do."

Together they stopped. Lynn put her hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled gently, "Hey – I should let you get back to school – I'll head out on my own – but I just… I just wanted to know how proud of you I am. I know you Mum and Dad would be proud of you, too."

Harry smiled and brushed away tears, "Thanks,"

A noise from behind Lynn drew Harry's attention. Lynn knew someone had been watching them, and she knew that they were now being approached, but she didn't turn around. Instead she started at the reflection in Harry's round-rimmed glasses. Harry frowned at whoever it was… though Lynn was slowly getting an idea of whom it could be.

"Well, well, well," came a sultry voice, dripping with disdain. "A private liaison with someone who isn't as student, and therefore isn't allowed on the grounds? Quite interesting indeed… and with an attack on a Prefect, that may just warrant a month's worth of detention, at the very least…"

Lynn, giving Harry a small smile, held up the invitation from Dumbledore. "I have permission to be here," she said over her shoulder without turning around.

There was a scoff, "Oh really? I wasn't notified, and I doubt that whatever that notes says will simply allow an unknown girl to just-"

"Woman," she corrected sternly, "And unknown? Really, now, Severus," Lynn turned and faced him, "Could you forget me so easily?"

Severus Snape frowned at her for a moment before his face went blank. Whether it went blank from shock or from something else, Lynn couldn't say. She simply smiled at him. "I never forgot you, you know," she said quietly. "Oh, and my note here is from Dumbledore. He personally invited me."

Silence filled the hall. Lynn turned back to Harry.

"I'll see you later, Harry. You hurry on up to Gryffindor Tower."

Harry smiled, gave her a quick nod with a slightly suspicious glance and then dashed off down the hall. Once he had gone, she turned back to the man who was staring at her.

She put a hand on her hip, "Well, do you remember me or not?"

There was a moment where he blinked his eyes, then he cleared his throat, "I'm… I'm afraid it's been a long time, Beth."

"It's just Lynn now," she said, "But I'm still the same. You need to be nicer to Harry."

Severus blinked, clearly taken by surprise. "He has a complete disregard for authority and is a known trouble maker."

Lynn stared at him, half-way lost in her own thoughts, "And he's also a hero."

"That matters nothing. Rules are what they are," Severus said, suddenly looking away from her and straightening his robes.

Lynn smiled and approached him. "Oh, sure, rules are rules, unless you are the one to break them, right?"

He gave her an indignant stare, "And just what are you implying?"

Lynn frowned. He was stuffier than he used to be, all those years ago. He hadn't even smiled at her once. Not once. She quickly quelled the urge to rip up her invitation from Dumbledore and throw the pieces in his face.

"All I am saying, Severus, is that you once broke rules to do the right thing – which happened to save my life," she signed and walked past him, "And you ought to be nicer to Harry."

He didn't respond.

At the end of the corridor, where she was about to turn and head down some stair that would lead her out of the castle and back to her house, she turned back to him. "You're different, Severus."

He turned and faced her, his face impassive. "I am," he said quietly. Almost defiantly.

She turned and headed down the stairwell that led out of the castle. Feeling very disappointed, she crumpled the note from Dumbledore in her hand and let it fall.

"I guess there really wasn't a point in coming up to the castle," she whispered softly.

In her wake, a wave of frustration rolled off her, repelling the note back up the stairwell, clattering against the stone steps and walls. It blew out of the stairwell completely, finally settling on the stone cold floor.

Pale, slender fingers wrapped around the ball of crumpled parchment, retrieving it from the floor, and dark eyes lingered on the stairwell entrance.

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A/N: Well, it took me long enough, didn't it? Well, I've been working on other fics and whatnot, so I hope this is up to par. I just love Lynn… So, please read and review! I always leave reviews, so you can't fool me. I know it only takes a moment.