It was time for school to start again. Harry was up in his room, getting ready for his friends to come back again. If someone asks on why he is here before anyone, he decided to keep it a secret that Snape got him, instead he will say Dumbledore got in this time. Wanting to keep what happened with his teacher all to himself. No matter how selfish that was. For some reason he wants everything that happened with him a secret. Probably feels that Snape wants that too. Knowing it would hurt his pride. Being the Dungeon Bat of the castle.
Harry promised to help Snape this year, so he needs to find time for that while figuring out the plot is supposed to be at Hogwarts. Flopped on the bed, waiting for his friends to show up tonight.
Yesterday he got his textbooks finally, by going back over to Diagon Alley with Snape. This time around there was no annoying author wanting pictures with him. While he got his textbooks, his teacher had got some ingredients for class, showing Harry what he got after his student shown interests.
Going near the dungeon he heard some shouting, Harry decided to investigate, seeing Snape's office open. Ron was standing in front of the desk, "Ron!" Ron turned over to Harry, they hugged each other. He let go, looking over at him and Snape, "What is going on?"
Ron scratched the back of his head, "I am in a pickle, I flew my dad's magical car here. And crashed into a tree, that nearly killed me," he also points at his broken wand. 'Why didn't he go on the train?'
"If it were up to me, I would send you home," Snape gets up, walking over to Ron, Harry got out of the away, "tonight," he looked over at the Golden Boy, before looking back at the red head, "as it is-"
"He is not going." Harry heard the familiar voice of the headmaster. Turning around to see Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Greeting them both, they didn't seem happy with Ron. Saying how irresponsible that was. Harry still had a hard time following what was going on. 'Will ask Ron later?' His friend was let go by getting detention rather than being send home. Harry noticed Ron giving Snape a glare before leaving his office. The boy who lived looked over at their teacher, giving a wave before following his friend. Wanting to know what happened.
Ron explained the situation while getting his stuff out of his trunk, "So on what happened was something was blocking the barrier letting me through, it could have been my brothers pulling a prank on me, I will get those bloody bastards then," he grumbled, while putting his things into his cupboards and drawers.
Harry was surprised about a car flying, but anything can happen in the magical world, even flying cars, or perhaps even horses, "Why not wait for the next train and tell your parents' what happened?"
"Because then I would have missed dinner, if I had to wait for another train."
'Snape seemed quite angry about this?' Harry thought to himself, deciding to see him later about it.
The rest of the students have gathered in the great hall. Harry saw his bushy haired friend Hermione, giving a big hug, telling her sorry for not answering her letters, letting go, explaining to both his best friends about a house elf Named Dobby showed up in his bedroom, while eating dinner. And stole his letters. There was a flash of a camera, Harry dropped his fork in surprise, people around him looked over at a boy with blonde curly hair and green eyes. "Hi Harry. I am Colin Creevey!"
Harry was struck by those eyes, like they were pulling him into a pool abyss, "Hi, Colin...nice to meet you." Colin walked over to Harry, asking Ron to move a little so he could sit next to him.
"Can I get a picture of me and you? Perhaps your friend can take one for us," he points to Ron.
Ron looked over at Hermione, raising his eyebrows. Harry laughed at that, "My father, a muggle would not believe I met you. Actually, both my parents were born muggles till I came," Harry nodded laughed again, looking at Ron, looking back at Colin, "so mind if I take a picture with me and you?" Ron gets up, taking his camera, moving next to Hermione who was across from them. Colin put his arm around his shoulders, smiling at the camera, Harry decided to do the same thing. Colin lets go, giving him a small kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, my father won't believe I met you," he repeated, "mind if I see your famous scar?" Harry Potter was his idol.
Harry pulled up his hair, showing him. He looked over at Snape who was looking over at him, while showing his fan. His eyes went dark. Harry lets go of his hair. Looking back at Colin, who took more pictures of Harry. Ron thought this kid was crazy, eying Harry. Harry for some reason didn't mind him though. As he ate the rest of his dinner. Colin decided to eat with them too after he offered a spot for him to sit. Colin couldn't believe he is eating dinner with The Boy Who Lived.
Late at night after everyone was supposedly asleep, Harry got his invisibly cloak, going to the dungeons. Looking around, before knocking on Snape's chamber. A few minutes went by till Harry heard a click, the door slowly opened, his teacher peeking his head out, "What are you doing here Potter?"
"Came down for a visit," he smiled back at him.
Snape decided to open his door, Harry walked in, sitting on the sofa. Looking over at his robe, 'I must have woken him.'
"Why would you want to visit an old dungeon bat, when you can hang out with your precious friends?" he sits across from Harry, crossing his legs.
Harry gaped at that, looking at the concrete floor, "Just because my friends are here, does not mean I would not want to visit you," he looked over at dark orbs, "sorry if I woke you though sir." Snape shrugged, not really have much of sleep anyways, thinking of Lily. Harry noticed how quiet he was, getting up, sitting next to him, lifting his chin up, which startled the poor man, "Are you ok sir?" He lets go.
"I was just thinking Potter." Then realized something, looking at his student, "you shouldn't be in this part of the castle anymore, while my house is around."
"It's fine sir, I used my invisibility cloak coming down here." It wasn't fine still; the paintings can still notice. Yet, Potter has come down before, so the paintings already seen him here, "What were you thinking about?" then realized, "was it about my mom?"
His teacher sighed in his hands, "Good guess Potter."
Harry put a hand on his shoulder, "Why don't we start tonight sir?" His teacher looks up, "the deal I made with you?"
