28 Old Ways

Madame Pomfrey reluctantly agreed to release her two patients, even though Harry still had a fever and everyone was uncertain how much Severus would ever remember. Both her patients sat on their beds, fully clothed, awaiting her final instructions. She could tell that Severus was in another one of his sour moods, since Albus had come in earlier that morning and informed the Potion Master about the other teenager he was also now guardian of.

Poppy and Minerva had to hide their sniggers over Severus' reaction to finding out he was guardian to Charlet. He had tried to deny it but Harry had confirmed that Severus had promised to remain Charlet's guardian, since the girl had helped them by retrieving Harry's wand. Fortunately, Madame Maxime had been generous enough to take the girl back early from Christmas holiday. Minerva had never been so happy to see a teenager leave!

Now, Madame Pomfrey approached the beds with one of her no nonsense expressions to give the final orders before releasing her patients.

"Severus, Healer Fairchild and I both strongly advise that you never use legilimens, nor are you to Occlude your mind. I do not want you reading old newspapers or asking anyone about your past six months. You are to regain your memory simply by letting it happen," she handed the potion master several jars of creams and salves for him to use on his still healing burns.

Severus looked at the jars with a smirk, for he had been the one to make the potions in the first place. He found himself struggling to keep his disdain, for being treated like a child by the medi-witch, from showing on his face. If Dumbledore and Ella Fairchild had not been in the room at that moment he might have just gotten up and walked out, instead of suffering through this nonsense.

Poppy then handed Severus a sack filled with vials of pink potion, "These are for Harry's fever. You are to make sure he takes this medicine every four hours until that fever is gone." She turned to look at the tense teenager, "Harry, I do not want you returning to classes until that fever goes away. I feel it best if you stay in bed and drink plenty of liquids."

Dumbledore saved them all from another round of obvious instructions when he stepped up and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Come then, we must get you two down to the dungeons before the students arrive. Harry, I am going to tell your friends to hold off visiting you for a few days."

Snape scoffed loudly, "I will not have Gryffindor in my residents! You'll be well advised to keep them from visiting at all!"

Harry shrugged, not really caring if he saw his friends or not at the moment. He was still harboring a fair amount of resentment over Ginny and Ron tricking him into drinking that pumpkin juice spiked with sleeping potion.

They both followed Dumbledore out of the infirmary but not before Poppy gave Harry a pat on the head and told him to take care of himself. Snape gave him a contemptuous look that made him turn his head away. He had to hold strong, it wouldn't be forever, just until Severus remembered once again.

Dumbledore didn't go into the dungeon apartment with them, he stood by the door and wished them luck, saying that he would see them both tomorrow. Harry gave him a small smile in return before stepping into the apartment. Dumbledore stopped Severus from entering with hand to the arm.

"Severus, please remember, Harry is staying with you for your own good. The more you are around the boy, the faster you will remember the past. I wish I could tell you more than I already have but it is very important that you regain those memories as quickly as possible. With that in mind, I ask you to be kind to the boy. He has suffered greatly, in addition to temporarily losing the only father he ever had," Albus removed his hand, allowing Severus to continue through the door.

Snape stopped and turned to look at the Headmaster, "The only option I have at this point is to trust you. However, I find myself plagued with doubts regarding Potter."

"Severus, give him a chance. Let yourself trust him. I promise you … it will be well worth your effort."

As soon as the door closed, Snape turned around to see Potter making himself at home in the large leather chair. Severus walked to his desk and began straightening the pile of parchments that had been collecting.

When Potter put his feet up on the coffee table, Severus could not restrain his annoyance, "Get your feet off that table!"

Harry quickly obeyed, then stood up and straightened the pillow he had been leaning on.

"Here are the house rules whilst I am forced to cohabit; First and foremost, you are never to enter my private laboratory! I am well aware that you stole from me in the past. Second; keep your sticky hands off all my books and personal belongings. Lastly; under no circumstance are you ever to enter my bedroom. That is only a partial list, I hold the right to add more rules at anytime I see the need."

Harry looked down the hall, "May I still use the spare room?"

Snape had a deep scowl as he swept down the hallway and stopped at the threshold of Harry's room. He growled before motioning Harry to come to him. Harry reluctantly walked down the hallway and stood beside him.

"What has happened to this room?" Snape asked as he pointed to the red curtains and Gryffindor bed cover.

Harry shrugged, "That's how it was when I first came to stay with you. I guess you chose those for me."

"Don't lie to me! Get this rubbish out of my home," Snape snapped as he flicked his wand at the mantel above the fireplace.

Harry stepped into the room just in time to see the treasured photographs of him and his father disappear. "Hey, those were mine!"

"And this is my place of residence. I will not tolerate any of your useless Gryffindor rubbish, in my home!" Snape turned on his heel and strode back down the hallway.

Harry sighed deeply, missing his old dad more than he knew possible. He pulled the Gryffindor blanket off his bed and stuffed it in the armoire. Then he turned the red drapery to green with an easy transfiguration spell. He stuffed most of his personal items back into his trunk, not wanting Severus to come in and banish it. The bedroom was beginning to feel as depressing as the one he used to have while living with the Dursleys. He pulled down the banner from the bathroom wall, just in case Snape decided to go in there. He looked around his room and sighed again.

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By evening, Snape could barely tolerate the pounding in his head. His mind was reeling with thoughts of what might have happened to get him in this predicament. He couldn't imagine a scenario in which he willingly adopted Harry Potter. He struggled with trusting the Headmaster's word regarding this whole situation but he knew he had no other choice. Last night, Dumbledore had come into the infirmary and informed him of all that he could, without causing Severus another hemorrhage. The information Severus had learned had been rather shocking. Especially the down fall of Voldemort. He was unclear of any details surrounding the incident but knew Potter had achieved it alone.

He had a hard time forgetting the memory that had come back to him while he was in the infirmary. He was certain it had really happened but wondered if he might have been under some sort of Imperio curse? Why else would he yell out something so utterly ridicules to Potter? He just knew that Potter had somehow managed to manipulate him into the adoption.

He looked back down at his book but could hardly manage to get through one chapter before his vision swam with spots. Blasted Vespa! What had happened between him and his aunt to bring on her attack against him? In the past they had pretty much kept to themselves. As a matter of fact, the last time he recalled seeing her was eight years ago, at a strange tea she insisted he attend.

A sharp stab of pain threatened to make his lunch come back up. He took in deep breaths of air, as he fought against the queasiness. The memory of the tea brought about another memory; a memory of Potter. He doubled over in pain as the memory became stronger.

He and Potter were in Diagon Alley walking into the apothecary shop just as Vespa was walking out the door. At first they all froze when recognition took hold. Then Snape whipped his wand out, but not before Vespa had her wand pointing at Harry's head.

"Put your wand away Severus or the boy will pay," Vespa hissed.

Severus slowly lowered his wand and put it back into his robe. Vespa kept her wand pointed at Harry's head.

"So, you are choosing to not heed my warning, I see. It is obvious you are still planning on adopting the orphan. Tsk, tsk, Severus, you are much more dim-witted then I had thought," Vespa reprimanded, as she lowered her wand slightly and pushed it into Harry's chest.

Snape fell to his knees, grabbing his head with a cry of pain. A moment later Potter was kneeling on the floor next to him.

"Dad, what is it!?! Should I get help?" Harry asked as he began to panic over seeing the blood come out of his father's nose. Severus looked to be in too much pain to answer. That alone forced Harry into taking action.

He ran to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in, calling out, "Infirmary!"

The infirmary was empty! He threw another handful of floo powder in calling out, "Headmaster Dumbledore's office!"

This office was empty as well. One of the portraits on the wall called out, "The Headmaster is at supper. May I take a message for him?"

"Can you contact him right away?"

The figure in the portrait nodded, "Yes, we portraits have our way."

"Tell Dumbledore to get down to the dungeon quick! Snape is ill!"

Harry turned back around, finding his father in the same position as he left him, with his head in his hands. Only now there was a much bigger puddle of blood on the floor. He ran to him, kneeling down and putting a hand on his back.

"Dumbledore's coming, just hang in there."

Severus could hardly contain the agony he was in and was barely aware of what was going on around him. A strangled moan escaped his lips, then he felt someone take hold of his chin. He looked into emerald green eyes as a connection was silently made.

Harry was panic stricken over seeing his dad in such a bad way. He didn't know what to do but knew he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. It suddenly occurred to him that he might be able to alleviate some of the pain Severus was feeling, just like Severus had taken some of the pain away from him, when his mind had been attacked by Voldemort.

As soon as their eyes connected he felt the jolt of the legilimens connection take place. The memory Severus was experiencing was too strong, it was ripping into Severus' brain, causing it to hemorrhage. Harry used the powerful legilimens connection he had with his father and took control of the memory. He buffered it by slowing it down. He immediately knew he was doing the right thing by the way Severus had suddenly relaxed, his breath was coming out even, instead of the harsh panting as before.

Harry held that memory and slowly released it, bit by bit. The connection was broken when Dumbledore and Healer Fairchild came running into the room. Harry found himself in the throes of a pounding headache.

Severus was helped to the sofa by Dumbledore's strong hands. Potter scrambled up off the floor and sat down next to him, leaning over to look into his face.

"Did it help?" Harry eagerly asked Severus.

Severus was loath to admit just how much it had helped. Instead he sat back, away from Potter's look of concern.

Ella sat down on the other side of the Potion Master, as Dumbledore vanished the blood from the floor.

"Did what help? What have you done, Mr. Potter?" Ella asked with concern.

"I-I just sort of helped ease the memory along, you know, by using Legilimens. My dad and I have a really deep connection and he used to help me when I was being attacked by Voldemort. I guess I thought I could help him," Harry explained, suddenly not so sure he had done the right thing after all. "Did it help?"

"Severus?" Ella asked as she continued taking assessments of the man.

As much as he wanted to deny it, Severus curled his lip up in disgust and replied, "Potter's use of Legilimens did buffer a fair amount of pain." He turned to look at Potter who was still sitting next to him and who now wore a look of relief. "In future I demand that you obtain permission before delving into my brain, Potter!"

Harry sagged back against the sofa, realizing just how much his head hurt. He didn't have the energy to argue back that the Professor hadn't really been in a position to ask permission from.

Ella switched her concern from Severus to Harry at the deep flush the boy now had. She sat down next to him, pressing her wand to his head to get a temperature reading.

"One hundred and five. That is quite high. When was the last time you took the fever potion, Mr. Potter?" Ella asked, wondering if the high fever was brought on by the legilimens connection or if it was already that high.

Harry shrugged, "I guess it was in the infirmary."

Both Albus and Ella gave Severus an accusing look.

"Severus," Albus firmly admonished. "Poppy made it quite clear that you are responsible for administering Harry's potions."

Severus frowned, "Am I to understand that I am not only Potter's adoptive father but also his nursemaid?"

"You either accept the responsibility or you both must return to the infirmary," Albus declared.

Having just been rescued by the boy wonder, Severus felt he had no other choice but to agree. "Fine," came his dour response.

That night Harry was trapped in a fierce nightmare about his time spent in the cell with Bellatrix. Severus heard the screaming and instinctively grabbed up his wand from his nightstand. By the time he made it into Potter's bedroom the boy had already settled into whimpers.

Severus stood by the bed, unsure what he should do as he watched the boy press his hand to cover up the bite mark on his neck, while pleading for it to stop.

Harry suddenly woke up and was shocked to find his dad standing next to his bed. In his half awake stupor he said, "Dad." He reached out for Severus' hand but the man stepped back.

As soon as the boy removed his hand from his neck, Severus' eyes went straight to the hideous bite mark that Pomfrey was unable to eradicate. The sight of the bite mark brought back a flash of memory, the memory was of Potter, leaning up against a stone wall, brushing his fingers over the same spot on his neck. In the memory, Severus had grabbed hold of Potter's hand and held it, promising to heal the nasty wound when they returned home.

The recollection shocked Severus into stepping back away from the bed. He turned and walked out the door without saying a word. The memory had felt real, he knew it had happened, yet he couldn't find it within himself to accept it.

Harry was wide awake now. He sat up as that terrible empty feeling overtook him again. He didn't blame Severus for turning away from him but he couldn't help feeling hurt by the rejection.

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The next morning there was soft rap on his door.

"Come in," Harry called, thinking it must be Severus.

Healer Fairchild walked in with a clipboard in her hand. "Good morning, Harry. I just came down to see if you wished to talk about your time spent at the cottage?"

Harry, feeling quite self conscious now to still be lolling about in bed, gave her a shake of the head. "No thanks, I think I got it under control."

She looked rather perplexed by that statement, "Harry, you mustn't bury your experience. You've been through such tragedy these past six months. I saw the bruises and that nasty cut, not to mention those odd bite marks. Now that Severus is unable to help you, I feel you must speak to someone."

"Ms. Fairchild," Harry began but was stopped by the healer.

"Please call me, Ella."

"Alright, Ella …I've had tons of experience with this sort of stuff. I can handle this," Harry shifted to a more comfortable sitting position. "Really, I'm alright." He tried not to sound as if he was kicking her out but in reality he did want her to leave now. He'd always handled his own problems and didn't see any reason to start relying on someone else now. Severus was the only person he had been able to open up to and now he was beginning to regret that.

"Harry, I think you should know that before Severus lost his memories he asked that I take you on as a client. He was concerned about you," Ella studied the boy-hero's expression and was surprised to see it didn't change when he heard that.

"Well, I doubt he really cares anymore," Harry stated offensively.

"I'm sure you must be feeling very hurt by his loss of those special times you spent with him as father and son. It would only be natural for you to feel that way, Harry."

"I don't feel that way," Harry quickly denied. "I'm not some small child that has to be reassured of his father's love, Ella. I understand that through no fault of his own, my dad has lost his memory. I can hardly place blame on him for something he couldn't help."

Ella stood by the desk, studying Harry for a moment before saying, "I still feel it best that you speak with someone. If you don't mind, I would like to return tomorrow." At Harry's annoyed look she added, "I will be stopping by to work with Severus as well. I'll just knock on your door and you can tell me to leave if you want."

Harry nodded his head, "Okay, suit yourself. But I really don't need to talk with anyone."

Ella gave him a calculating stare before walking out the door.

Harry didn't like this. He was never one to cry about his problems to anyone… well anyone but his dad.

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The dungeon was always cold this time of year but having never spent a winter down in the dungeons, Harry wished for the warmth the Gryffindor common room offered. He wished he had his Gryffindor blanket but didn't want to risk making Severus angry. He'd been colder, he thought to himself. Like that time at the magical lake, that had been the coldest he had ever been. He thought about how stupid it was that he had a perfectly good blanket just lying in the armoire as he shivered out here with nothing but a sheet and thin blanket covering him.

He got out of bed and took out the blanket. He begrudgingly transformed the blanket from red to green, then added a snake to the picture. He thought it looked stupid but if it kept him from getting it taken away than it was worth it. Who knew what Severus was capable of doing to him now that he hated him once again? The past two days spent down here had not been very much fun.

Harry hated the silent meals followed by a harsh command to take his potion and to keep out of the way. Severus was not the same, not even remotely the same as before. Well no, he was actually exactly the same as before June, mean and snarky and full of spite.

Harry felt as if he were walking on egg shells around the man. Every time he went into the living room Snape would sigh loudly and collect his books or parchments and retreat down to his laboratory.

Nevertheless, Harry tried to be around him as much as possible, so he could help if the need should arise. So far he wasn't aware of anymore attacks happening. Severus had never spoken of the last time it happened and Harry was loath to bring it up himself.

During supper on the third night, Harry was startled out of his thoughts when Severus actually spoke to him.

"Do you still have a fever, Potter?" The question was not asked with concern, it was said with indifference.

Harry shrugged, "I think it's almost gone now."

"Do you feel capable of attending classes tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it's better than being stuck down here, Severus," Harry said, feeling very ungenerous at the moment.

Snape placed his fork down on his plate with a sharp clink, "I demand you address me properly."

"Yes sir," Harry bit out with irritation.

"Say it again, this time without the attitude," Snape commanded.

"No," Harry shot back, "Why should I talk to you any different than you talk to me?"

"Because I am not only forced into being your guardian but I am also a teacher at this school. As such, I demand respect!"

"Fine," Harry ground out, "Yes sir, I am well enough to attend classes."

"You will refrain from using a disrespectful tone in future. Since I feel a reminder will be in order you may go to bed without dessert." Severus swished his wand over the table and the strawberry pie disappeared.

Harry hardly cared about dessert. He looked down at his half finished plate and continued eating.

"What? No smart remark, Mr. Potter?"

"What would you like me to say?" Harry asked in a tired voice.

"What I would like you to say is that you are ready to go live with that mongrel, Sirius Black! Away from here, away from me," Snape said abrasively, ignoring the injured look Potter now wore. "Dumbledore, wouldn't deny the request, if it came from you."

"I won't agree to that, Sir," Harry said, feeling as if Snape was looking for a fight.

Snape pulled out a rolled up parchment from his robe. He unrolled it before sliding it across the table towards Harry. He had just received the document that morning.

Harry cautiously picked it up. He read the first line, then hurriedly glanced over the rest until his eyes settled on the signature at the bottom. The parchment was an official document, revoking the adoption. It stated that upon both signatures by the adopted and the guardian, the adoption would become null and void and the child would be placed under ministry care until another guardian could be found.

"You signed this," Harry charged, his heart twisting with fear.

"Yes, I did. It is a simple matter to release guardianship of an unwanted orphan. It only requires your signature for it to be enacted," Severus smirked. "I understand you have become quite famous. I am sure it will not take long to find someone foolish enough to take over the task."

Harry couldn't take his eyes from the document. He had no idea how simple it was to get rid of the responsibility of being a parent. His hand shook as he handed the parchment back over to Severus.

"If you still want me to sign it after you get your memory back … then I guess I can't deny you."

Severus' smirk turned into an angry sneer, his lip turned up in contempt. "Fine, have it your way," Snape's voice became challenging, "By the way … you forgot to add SIR to your last statement. Another punishment is in order." With a flick of his wand Harry's supper disappeared. "You may go to bed."

Harry pushed away from the table, he tried to keep his cool. He knew now that Snape would look for any infraction to dole out another punishment. Snape would try and push him into signing the document. Fine, if Snape wanted to play that game then Harry was ready for him. He would just need to have exemplary behavior until Severus regained his memory once again.

Before leaving the dining room, Harry turned around and gave a slight bow, "Thank you for the delicious supper, sir."

Snape's look of fury made Harry feel as if he had won this first battle. He could take whatever Snape had to throw at him.

Later that night Harry heard a cry of distress coming from the front room. He hurriedly made his way out there to find Severus leaning over his desk, with his head in his hand. Harry didn't ask, he just grabbed hold of Severus' face and turned it towards him. Severus looked up with an angry glare but it was too late, the connection had been made.

Harry took hold of the memory, easing it carefully back into Severus' mind. It was a memory of when Severus had come looking for him at the graveyard, after he had killed Voldemort. The memory was horrifying to Harry because he hadn't been there to see what had happened once the Order members had arrived. He felt sorry for Draco when he saw him kneeling by his dead father's side. The memory came to an end when Shacklebolt suggested they put a search party together to find him.

As the memory came to a close he released his father's face and stepped back. Guilt washed over him anew after witnessing the destruction he had caused.

Severus took a moment to gathered himself after witnessing the outcome of Potter's demise of Voldemort and the death eaters. He was shocked that the dementors had turned on Voldemort's followers. He wondered how his godson, Draco was fairing after losing his father.

He looked up, seeing only the top of Potter's head since the boy was looking down.

Severus harshly stated, "Your job is done … you may leave."

Harry nodded his head and went back to his bedroom. He slammed his door in shame and frustration, not caring if he got punished for it.

Harry kept his down as he walked back to his bedroom. By the time he calmed down enough to sleep, he felt the dreaded fever come back with a vengeance. He didn't care if he had a fever, he was going to get out of the dungeon tomorrow and attend classes. He thought he just might go mad if he had to stay down here another day.

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The next morning at breakfast Harry sat down dressed in his school robes. Severus noticed the deep flush the boy had and knew the boy had another fever. He began to think the fever may be the result of Potter helping him by using Legilimens during the memory attacks.

Harry didn't say good morning, like he had every other day that week, he was just too worn down with lack of sleep and the fever. He wasn't really hungry but tried to force down a few bites of breakfast. He saw Snape give him a long stare before the Potion Master stood up.

Harry was shocked when the man returned to the table with the fever potion and placed it next to his plate, along with a bottle of dreamless sleeping potion. He suddenly felt hopeful that things might change for the better between him and Severus.

Severus was affronted at Potter's look of optimism. Did the boy actually think supplying the potions was a gesture of concern? He thought he best take care of any false hope before it went any further. "Be sure to take that fever potion before you leave. I am not willing to listen to any tirades from either Pomfrey or Minerva should they see you attending classes with a fever."

Harry couldn't help but feel stung by the professor's obvious lack of concern.

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Ten minutes before they were supposed to leave for classes there was a knock at the door. Headmaster Dumbledore walked in with a look that meant something was up. He asked both Severus and Harry to take a seat before he began.

"Your friends are very eager for your return, Harry. It was no small task keeping them away this past week. May I suggest you write to your godfather as well? He seems to think we are holding you hostage," He chuckled at his own joke, then gave Harry a serious look. "Do you feel well, Harry?"

Harry quickly occluded, "Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to getting back to classes."

Something in Dumbledore's eyes conveyed that he knew he was lying but understood. "Yes, well I hope you feel comfortable enough with Severus by now that you would inform him should your fever become worse."

"Yes, sir." he eyed Severus who looked as if he was not interested in knowing.

"I came down to inform you both of a few matters that you need to take into account once you leave the safety of the dungeons," Dumbledore took off his glasses to wipe them clean before continuing. "Against my wishes, the Minister of Magic has re-instated all the students who were expelled. He felt that they were unjustly denied an education without committing any crimes themselves. I must caution both of you to remain vigilant at all times."

"Who expelled the students to begin with?" Severus asked.

Harry and Dumbledore looked at each other before Albus cautiously answered, "Severus, it seems that you felt there might be a danger in having the children of deceased death eaters still attend."

"A danger to whom?"

"To Harry," Albus answered. "But, I think you might also be in danger."

"Albus, I had another memory return to me last night. I saw the destruction Potter caused after the demise of the Dark Lord. It stands to reason that some students may be troubled after the obliteration of so many," Snape said.

Harry closed his eyes in disgrace over causing so much pain.

Dumbledore gave Severus a look of reproach, "I am sure you are not implying that Harry is in anyway responsible for what happened with the dementors."

Severus took a moment to respond, but his voice was tinged with censure, "That was not my intent."

Harry was used to Severus' sharp words by now but they still chipped away at the love he had carefully guarded for him. He wondered if he would ever feel the same.

Dumbledore steered the conversation back to the crisis at hand, "Take every precaution necessary to keep yourselves safe. I would like you both to continue having your meals down here, with the exception of lunch."

Harry couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his lips. He sagged back against the sofa.

"Severus, it is now more important than ever that no one should find out about your lapse of memory. You must act as you did before Vespa attacked you. With that thought in mind, I hope you treat Harry with the utmost respect, particularly while you are in front of students," Albus had an almost threatening edge to his voice, as his patience wore thin for the Potion Master.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, disgusted with the special treatment Potter always got. He couldn't imagine himself ever treating Potter as if he was some sort of hero.

"Harry, you are to have an escort at all times. There will be Order members following you. Please do not leave their company for any reason," Dumbledore stood up, giving Harry a look of compassion.

"Lastly, Severus, should you get a memory attack whilst you are teaching, you must proceed to your office as soon as possible."

"Have I truly become that dense? I hardly intent to stand in front of a classroom of ogling students while in the midst of an attack," Severus could scarcely hold back the heavy sarcasm at the Headmaster's obvious suggestions.

Dumbledore inclined his head to the side, "I have underestimated just what an influence Harry has had on you these past six months, Severus. I find myself missing the Severus I knew just last week." With that pointed remark Dumbledore walked to the door. He held onto the handle but turned to look at Harry.

"Harry, should you be in need of someone to speak with, my door is always open," He walked out without another word to Severus.

Harry had to hide the smile that came to his face over Snape getting reprimanded by the Headmaster. Severus huffed out some rude remark directed at the headmaster that had the words "batty" and "old" in it as he walked out of the room.

When he returned he snapped his fingers at Harry, "Come, Potter! I'll not be late to class … even for the hero of wizardry."

Harry grabbed up his rucksack, quite happy to be getting out of here, even if it was only for the day.

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