Hello my lovely readers. I hope you enjoy this next installment, even if it is quite short. I wrote this in an hour so that is a record for me. I just wanted ya'll to have something from me to read this weekend.

Well, tootals

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Chapter 9

Remus sighed slightly, looking into the darkness that they were about to enter, his eyes sharpening to the shadows. Sirius stood close to his side, his arm encircling his waist, gently reassuring the werewolf, letting him know that he was there. Harry stood slightly behind them, his dark eyes staring ahead, his thoughts bouncing within his head. As they descended into the darkness, cold began to seep into their bones, chilling them, making them shiver.

"How do they live down here?" asked Harry, rubbing his arms with the palms of his hands, trying to warm himself.

Sirius shrugged, looking at their surroundings, taking in every detail of the damp stone."Probably used to it," the animagus stated, running his fingers along the cold wall."They all are pure bloods, so most do have dungeons within their homes."

Remus hit him, raising an eyebrow in warning at the shaggy haired man."No they don't, at least not all of them." stated the werewolf, wrinkling his nose at the accusation of the Slytherin house.

Harry looked at both of them, shaking his head slightly at their silent bickering, his heart aching at the familiarity in which they treated each other, with the silent love, with the slient adoration. He envied them now. He looked ahead of them, into the darkness, into the cold, into the dampness, and saw nothing. 'There's my future.' he thought grimly.' Full of darkness, all because of something that I don't remember doing.'

Remus looked back at Harry, a small sad smile crossing his tired, careworn face. Gently reaching behind him, he grasped the boy's hand, pulling him forward and into the warmth of Sirius and his presence. Harry looked at the older man, his dark eyes blank of expression. "We will make it through this." Remus whispered silently, though his voice still echoed around them, ghostly in its presence.

Harry smiled slightly, leaning his head against that of Remus's, taking comfort in the older man's nearness. Sirius ran his hand gently through his cub's hair, offering as much comfort as he could.

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Severus stared on in silence, watching as the three Gryffindors stood in the dungeons, comforting and caring for each other, his dark eyes unreadable. That was what was taken from him and Lucius, that closeness and love, that was supposed to be theirs when they had joined Dumbledore and his insane war. That was supposed to be their future with their baby, they were supposed to be happy, they were supposed to be able to walk anywhere without threats, they were supposed to live in peace.

Pain shot through Severus's heart, causing his eyes to water slightly, his heart throbbing. It would never be like that, at least not with the old man around, not with the dark lord breathing down their backs, not with his baby hurting. Anger rose slowly within the dark haired man's chest, causing his breathing to deepen in order to calm himself. 'Not now Severus." He thought silently to himself.' Not with Draco and Lucius depending on you to stay in control, not with Dumbledore so nearby.' Slowly he let out a breath, listening quietly to the dungeons, calming his anger, placing his emotions into a box within himself.

Stepping out of the shadows, he turned toward them, making only enough noise to alter Remus of his presence. Remus stepped back from Harry, looking straight into the darkness, right into the ever darkening eyes of Severus. "Good morning, Severus." greeted Remus, bowing his head slightly at the other man, gauging his response.

Severus looked at him, his eyebrow raising only slightly in reaction to the movement, his dark eyes taking n his surroundings. Without a word the dark haired man, turned from them, heading into a tunnel, well hidden from the main path.

The three Gryffindors followed, all watching in silence as they came upon a stonewall at the end of the path. Severus lifted his hand, placing his knuckle into the third stone on his right side. Slowly the stones shifted, changing their shape into that of a arched entry way. Standing to the side, he allowed them to enter before himself, shutting the door swiftly behind them.

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