AN: Okay this is a shorter chapter again, sorry had to be done. Enjoy the disclaimer.
Chapter 9
Alan sat next to Harry at breakfast the next morning and despite Ron, who was opposite him trying to get him to eat something he didn't. Hermione eventually sat on the other side of Alan, once she realised that getting the young Snape to eat something was futile, she tried to get him to talk instead, with moderate success.
"Do you know what they're saying?"
"I can hazard a guess." Snape was clearly sleep deprived from the night before and was in a foul mode because of it. Hermione wondered if maybe this was partially why Professor Snape was always a grouch in the morning or at all really. "And they won't be able to guess the dream either. Harry's not the only one whose life sucks."
"Hey. My life doesn't suck."
"Well, not all of the time. But you have horrors in your past, so do I. Besides it would damage their puny minds to try." Snape stood and swept out of the hall, cloak billowing behind him like the adult had always managed to, he was obviously trying to avoid everything that had happened, and the trio were not going to let him.
Once the early mail had arrived Hermione handed the Prophet to Harry who gasped at the headline, which was basically a pack of lies. "Maybe that's why he's upset?"
"Could be, but Snape can't be dead. Dumbledore would have made an announcement." Hermione stood up. "Where are you going?"
"To find Alan. One, this is a pack of lies, he might need someone to scream at. And two, we have Potions first. The professor would not want his prodigy missing a class on his account, would he?" Ron shrugged as Hermione left to find Snape before the first class.