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DISCLAIMER: No, No, I do not claim ownership to Harry Potter & Co., or paper plates, post it notes, or those cool game things where you twist the knobs and a line appears...what are those called? Sketch a something? Anywhoo...on with the show!
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A/N: okay I would like to remind everyone that Harry went into his own little world last chapter so now his subconscious is projecting what he wishes his life was like. So he's kinda dreaming...does that make sense? Well, hopefully you understand. So yeah...that's it.
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The lone click of heeled dragonhide boots reverberated through the cavernous dungeon hallway as Professor Severus Snape, Potion Master, briskly walked toward his bed chambers.
It was well past midnight before the onyx eyed wizard was released from the Headmaster's office, having been reporting on Death Eater activities in the area surrounding Hogsmeade. Leaving only longing for his warm bed, a cup of herbal tea doused with a more 'recreational' potion.
So it was in this state of mind Severus Snape received the shock of having five of his sixth year Slytherins huddled together in front of his portrait door.
"Sev!" Draco called to his Godfather, smiling at the scowl he received for the nickname.
"Draco, Miss. Parkinson, Zambini, Goyle, Crabb. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"It would probably be best if we continued this conversation inside...please, sir." Pansy replied with conviction.
The Potions Professor nodded and whispered his password to the portrait.
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"Harry? Come here!" The sweet sound of a mother's voice moved through the air as if on a swift breeze.
A small child of only six years open his eyes which still stung from staring at the bright sky too long; painting splotches of color in his vision.
"Mummy? I'm coming!" He stood up on thin leg and raced over to his mother's voice, practically dancing in the wildflowers that accented this grassy meadow.
The child jumped into his mother's waiting arms twirling him around, laughter filling the air. The woman brought her child back down to the ground and brushed his raven colored locks out of his flushed, smiling face.
"Harry dear, your father and I have the picnic set up. Are you ready to eat now or do you want to play some more?" The mother, a cheery, beautiful woman in her late twenties with chestnut hair and the same startling emerald eyes as her son asked said child while attempting to wipe some of the dirt that was decorating his face.
"Play some more! Mummy? Can Connor and Caleb play too?"
The woman smiled and chuckled, "No sweetie their still much too little to play with their great big brother yet."
Harry stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. His twin little brothers were only just over a year old but he was tired of waiting for them to 'get big' so that they could play together.
"Tell you what. How about you we go and eat some lunch and then later you and Padfoot can play together?"
"Uncle Siri's here? Uncle Remmy too?" The small child asked while jumping up and down with his arms raised, obviously wanting to be held. His mother complied.
"Yes, Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus, Grandma and Grandpa Potter, and Aunt Minnie and Uncle Albus are all here. Do you remember why?"
"Is my Birfday! I'm this many!" Harry exclaimed holding up five fingers instead of six.
Lilly corrected him, then carried him over towards where the picnic had been set up, noticing with a grin that Harry kept his fingers raised and stared at them with determination as if once he looked away they would change. She placed her son on the ground mindful of his hands and watched as her son scampered over to his Uncle Siri and yelled, 'Uncle Siri! I'm this many today!' and held up his hands, which somewhere along the way were switched to seven.
"I can't believe it's been six years, Lils." James said as he walked over to his wife, carrying a squirming one year old in each arm.
"I know. I-" Lilly was cut off by the squeals of laughter coming from Harry as he rode around on Padfoot's back.
"Mummy! Daddy! Watch!" The emerald eyed boy called to them.
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"Hey Percy!" The youngest Weasley son called as him and Hermione entered the sitting room of Salazar's Quarters.
"Ron! Shut up will you? They could probably hear you calling at the other end of the castle." Ron looked to the floor sheepishly.
"Sorry Percy, I just got excited."
"What are you doing out in the sitting room? Your normally in the bedroom whenever we stop by." Hermione questioned, more curious than concerned.
"Oh. I'm not in there because Harry's in some whacked out state and it's just not fun to play with him when I don't even think he's aware of it." Percy stated waving his hand in a dismissing manner. "Sorry, I'm just concerned about this paper I need to write for work. You know planning it out in my head."
"Really? What's the topic?" Hermione questioned, totally disregarding the fact that there is something wrong with Harry.
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Meanwhile back in Severus' Rooms...
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Stunned silence. That would be the best way to describe the blanket of tense silence that currently covered the inhabitants of Severus Snape's chambers.
"You see Professor Snape, you have to show us where Salazar Slytherin's Bedchambers are. Worst thing that can happen is that Potter isn't there. But what if he is?" Blaise was the first to brave a sentence.
"Do you even hear yourself? Your saying precious Potter's friends kidnapped the Boy-Who-Lived, stashed him in Slytherins Chambers, framed Draco's engagement, and have managed to perfectly execute all of this so it can't be linked back to them. If you weren't part of my house you would all have a month's worth of detentions for wasting my time. Now get ou-"
"Sev, PLEASE! I am asking you not only as a Malfoy, a student of your house, and the son of one of your closest friends during your years at Hogwarts, not to mention your godson to please help me find Harry. If it turns out he's not there...I'll come down here after my classes are over to make the potions needed for the infirmary...please Sev...I have to find him."
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DONE! I hope you liked it! I know it's kinda confusing with the jumping around and Harry's catatonic state dream thing. Anywhoo, REVIEW! please :)
-James