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Separation

It took precicely one day, two hours and sixteen minutes until the answer from professor Snape arrived, since he came in person.

Harry was not much interested int the time it had taken Snape to come since he had written the letter, because the potions masters face told him that the news would not be good.

He shortly debated with himself whether or not he should close the door in the other mans face, but thought better of it. After all he wanted something from the man. So he stepped to the side and let the other man enter. Snape strode directly to the living room and sat down on the couch. Harry sat down on the armchair across Snape after a short hesitancy.

Snape looked horrible. Not that he was a beauty in any sense of the word in other times, but right now he would surely be the main attraction of a ghost train. The black hair was lank, something that had not happened since Voldemorts death and his eyes were decorated with black rings. And he seemed to have more crinkles in his face than at the end of the year.

„Potter, once you are done with staring at me, I might appreciate it if you told me where my godson ist? I could not get any information from that stupid houself, except: Master Draco is in a safe place! Drought will be provided once little master is at Hogwarts!" The low, but very tired voice brought Harry out of his thoughts. It sounded rather funny as the usually hated potions master imitated the voice of a houseelf. But Harry knew better than to laugh.

"I'll get him. Do you want a cup of tea? With all due respect, sir, but you look as though you could use one." That got him a grim glance from the man and Harry walked fast to get out of the room. With a sigh he went to his bedroom.

Draco had once again made himself comfortable on Harry's bed, his favourite place right after his hammock. Harry sat down next to the little cat and ran his fingers though the fur on Dracos belly, which made the sleeping tiger purr, before he blinked sleepily and watched Harry questioningly. Harry smiled.

"Well you little slooth? Ist five pm, so get up and come to the living room. Your beloved godfather is sitting down there and wants to know where I'm hiding you." He said in a low tone. At the word "godson" the little cat listened carefully. "Go ahead. I'm just going to get him a tea and a strenghtening potion. Or he is going to fall apart." With that he sent Draco from the room and went to the kitchen.

Once he came back with the tea and the strenghtening potion, he saw a unique picture: Draco had, like with Hermione the day before, made himself comfortable on he lap of his guest. That in itself was nothing special and didn't make Harry stare. It was more for the fact that his teacher smiled while stroking the little cat, which seemed to be quite comfortable. Snape smiling, stroking and comfortable just didn't fit into one sentence. And yet, that was exactly the picture that persented itself to Harry.

Finally Harry shook himself and put his tray on the little table between couch and armchair, before sitting down again.

Snape looked up, first at the draught then at Harry, now without a smile, but not as grim as he had looked when he had arrived. Harry was grinning at him. After all that man was not allowed to take House points from him. "Thats a simple strenghtening draught and Pepperminttea. As far as I can remember, your prefered drink. And don't worry, the draught is from Madame Pomfrey." Harry explained, knowing all too well that Snape would never drink something he had brewed. Not even the endless hours of private tutoring the ex-spy had given him would have changed that. But after all it had at least managed to put them on a neutral basis, which could become friendly or even a friendship once Harry was no longer a student.

"Thank you. But where is Draco? He is here, isn't he?" the man asked after he had taken the tea and the draught. Harry's grin came back. "Well on youyr lap, professor. I thought you knew that, since you were so friendly with him?" Harry noted in his mind that his professor was quite obviously not a human friend, but he obviously liked cats.

At first, Snape looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a second head and then he turned back towards the cat. "Draco?" The same purred loudly and snuggled ever deeper into his godfathers arms. "What the hell has happened?" he said turning towards Harry. "As far as Draco told me, his father has almost killed him this summer. Tingle, his houseelf eventually brought him out of there and put him in front of my door. Two days ago his father met us in Diagon Alley, you will probably have heard about it, it was in each and every paper. After that it wasn't hard to find out who that cat was. After all his injuries, with whom his father had boasted, and the time he had dissappeared and his personality fit perfectly." Harry explained.

Snape threaded his hair. "I knew that Lucius was far away from being a perfect father, but that he'd go as far as to ill-tread his own son, I would not have expected. When I read about Dracos dissappearance and his condition in the newspaper yesterday I tried everything in my power to find him." He sighed. "Shortly after that I got your owl. But other than Draco being in safety I couldn't get anything out of her." Then he stopped. "Potter, you said Draco had told you. Does that mean he can talk in this form?" Snape asked interestedly. Harry grinned devilishly. "No he can't. But after I asked for an explanation I gave him ink and paper and he wrote. That worked rather well."

Snape nodded. He looked absent mindedly to the little cat. When he finally talked again he was in full professor mode again and no longer the concerned godfather. "I will take him with me to Hogwarts. There he will be as safe as here and he will be able to be human again. Besides they will need his testimony against his father." The tone of the professor didn't leave any room for opposite ideas. Harry felt that he was getting cold. He was supposed to spend the nine weeks that were left of his holiday without Draco? He had so hoped taht the professor would simply give his nephew a draught so they could spend their holidays together at Harry's place. But what Snape said made sense. And it wasn't as tough Harry had any say in that matter.

Finally he nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, Snape took Draco on his arm and left for Hogwarts. And if Harry recognized Dracos glance correctly the other was hurt as much as he.