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This chapter isn't what I would qualify as 'amazing'. I'm sorry in advance, I really am. I wrote it in like, twenty minutes, as I am in a hurry. (I'm in vacation and I barely have wifi).

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Chapter Three :

Part 1;

Intelligent Fools.

Three Months Earlier.

Draco turned to stare at the visibly satisfied Professor Snape, then, muttering inaudibly under his breath, he scrawled something rapidly on a bit of parchment and balled it up in his hands. Glancing around, and making sure that nobody was paying him attention, he flickered his wand and a moth fluttered from his palms.

It didn't stop here. It also fluttered by Harriet.

It was breakfast time on Friday morning, and as she was proceeding to take another huge bite out of the amazing chocolate cake she had been eating, the parchment caught her attention.

The waving Draco had her rolling her eyes. He looked panicked, though tried to hide it by smiling widely.

Be careful, was written in Draco's handwriting. Snape is awful to people he dislikes. I should know, he's my godfather. And guess what he hates the most? It starts with a big G and ends with ryffindor. I repeat, be careful for once in your life and don't do anything I wouldn't do. In fact, don't do anything I would do either.

And what's up with Weasley?

DM.

Harry stared at Draco.

Draco looked back at Harry.

Ron suggested sharing her pudding.

Harry glared at Ron.

Ron raised his hands in surrender.

Harry resumed eating her cake slowly.

"Merlin, she really is asking for trouble," muttered the grey eyed Slytherin.

Now Harry would like to declare that she was not afraid of Professor Severus Snape.

She also would like to refute the statements calling her either 'brave' or 'extremely stupid'.

For she was neither. No in the slightest.

However, she was disgusted by him. He was everything she hated in someone. Pitiful, childish, pretentious, a bully, and absolutely un-slytherin like.

How can one who prided himself with being Slytherin's Head of House could bring himself to..act on such tactics? How could he not win the children's in his care loyalty by being the cunning and sneaky manipulative bastard she thought him to be?

Even Albus 'For the Greater Good' Dumbledore, for Merlin's sake, was far more of a Slytherin than Snape would ever be!

Severus Snape had entered the class threateningly, his hair greasy and his robes the likes of what Harry imagined an assassin would undoubtedly wear. An assassin...or a spy. Perhaps, perhaps she misjudged him...Hopefully...

"Potter, Harriet," he paused at her name, and as lips curled into a faint smirk, her eyes bore in his menacingly and he inwardly flinched.

A pause. Was it fear she pierced in those endless, expressionless onyx orbs?

A smirk. Green glinting in amusement. It might serve her in the future.

Something between grief and regret. It was what she saw. She was sure of it.

The Professor continued the roll call neutrally, as if nothing happened. But Harry knew something was wrong with his demeanour. Draco's confused expression was just a bonus.

"He's silent," muttered Ron, "Fred tells me he never is. Always insulting. Always sneering."

They shared a long look just as Snape finished calling out the names of her classmates and looking up at the class. "Now, now-" He began with a hint of a snarl, "Potter-"

She sent him a look -one that made even the Aunt Petunia pale from its intensity - that resulted in him going so very still. He stared at her for a long time, thoughtfully, longingly, as if it wasn't her he was seeing.

"Yes, sir?"

Her classmates mirrored the Professor's reaction - they all looking down, some visibly wincing. Draco shook his head. You better never express your distaste at someone, had been the first of his many advices. Not that he himself followed them.

And there it was. The emotion Harry couldn't quite read. The Professor Snape's eyes glinting with it. "Open your book, Potter," he said, his lips twitching as if he was smiling to himself.

Draco Malfoy gaped.

"Don't show your displeasure," mocked Harry. "I'll never comply with your warnings again."

"He smiled at you," said Draco. "He had his mouth wide-"

"I know, Dray," she interrupted. "I was here."

There was a long pause. "Severus is my godfather," he told her, "and I know for a fact that he does not just dislike you, he hates you with all of his heart-"

"Oh, you're telling me he has one?"

"-Father says it's all because of this revality between your dad and godfather -"

"Godfather?" asked Harry curiously.

"Well, yeah," said Draco. "Godfather. It means-"

"I know what it means."

"All right. Then- hang on a tick, you- you don't know who he is?"

Harry raised a single eyebrow. "Do I seriously look like I do?"

He gave a loud laugh at that. "Sorry," he said quickly when she glared at him. "Sorry. My bad. Wrong moment. He's name is Sirius. Sirius Black."

"The Most Ancient and Most Noble House Of Black?"

He nodded. "Its scion."

"The, like, most rich wizard family there is-?"

"Not anymore, I'm afraid," said Draco, smirking. "The Blacks have been out of business for a long time. The title belongs to House Malfoy."

"Yeah, yeah," said Harry distractedly. "And where is he?"

"Azkaban."

Another pause. Harry clenched her jaw.

"Explain."

"Muggles."

"There's no one who can tell me what Snape had for my dad?"

Draco frowned, "no, not really, most are dead anyway, or probably don't care at all. The only thing I'm fully convinced of is that your mom wasn't too fond of your dad-"

"Jeez. Dad must have been quite charming."

"You got that from him," said Draco. "Severus was fond of your mom. He encouraged the arguments they had. And he hated - all four of them."

"Them?"

"Father says they went on calling themselves the marauders," he explained. "That McGonagall was the one who inditraclty gave them the name. As far as Father goes, they're a little group of irresponsible but oddly brilliant teenager that could have made much more profits of their talents if they hadn't been the idiot they were."

"Meaning he wanted them to join Voldy," resumed Harry.

"Yeah. There's Lupin-"

"Never heard of the name."

"Sirius Black, convicted criminal with no back up trial. Lord James Of Potter, Duke of Gryffindor and Earl of Peverell, Order of Merlin Second Class- goodness, stop smirking, else I'll tell that your father was considered one of the hottest dude-"

"I don't want to hear it."

He smirked. "And Peter Pettigrew, Order of Merlin Third Class."

"What- I mean, I get it. Dad showed bravery and courage in front of danger *cough the Dark Lord cough*. But what did this Pettigrew do? Didn't you say that he died at twenty? That Black killed him?"

"I-I-" Draco said uncertainly, "I dunno."

Crap.

"That's the problem," she said, her eyes strangely bright in the sunlight. "You should."

As they walked by the Duke Orlendo's statue, they passed an interested-looking red haired boy.

"The marauders," he mumbled, "why, George would be thrilled to know."