Here's another chapter guys :)
I'm sorry for its length, I know, I know, it's really short, but better less then nothing at all.
I promise my next chapter (although it may still be short) will be posted soon...
Love ya guys 3
-MissGallagherGirl
"What a bloody git!" Ron exclaimed after hearing Harry's story of how Snape caught him after hours on the astronomy tour and gave him detention for most of the night,
(he decided to leave out the whole suicide attempt and slightly edit the story, realizing that Ron wouldn't take quite so well to the real past events.)
"Yeah, it was hell, damned bat, I swear he has night vision, no way he could have seen me."
The strange thing for Harry, was while he was saying this, he actually felt quite bad, last night Snape had been... decent.
He had understood and even gone to the point of telling Harry he could come to him whenever he needed.
The thing that surprised Harry the most was the fact that Snape didn't immediately start yelling and shouting at him for what he had said to the man just before that, the language, the profanity, swearing out a teacher, and that teacher alone, being none the less then Professor Snape.
He seriously must have just created a record!
No one in the history of Hogwarts had ever spoken to a professor that way before and definitely not a professor whose glare could pierce through your mind.
As this all went through Harry's head, he was beginning to really, seriously regret talking to Snape like that.
He wanted to put Snape in his place, but some of the things he had said were just down right cruel.
He wished he could take it back and after everything that had happened last night he just felt plain awful.
He began to feel really, well sort of... remorseful.
Snape had talked to him, let him spend the night in his private rooms, fed him, been lenient and in a way, even supportive.
He didn't tell Dumbledore, he didn't tease or harass him (for once, Harry thought), and he didn't punish him for being out after hours.
That's when Harry decided that he owed the man something, at the very least an apology.
And with that thought in mind, he turned to Ron and said,
"Hey Ron, I'm going to go study in the library for a while."
Ron turned to him, looking shocked,
"What? Has Hermione drugged you mate?"
Harry let out a laugh,
"No Ron, I just need to study so I can can at least attempt to pass potions."
Ron laughed, "Fat chance mate".
"Thanks for your support", Harry replied sarcastically.
With that Harry got up from the comfy gold and burgundy armchair and made his way to the portrait of the big fat lady.
Once he had exited the Gryffindor common room he took a deep breath and made his way down to the dungeons (the library was just an excuse for leaving), before he lost all his courage and decided to just run back to his cozy dorm room like smart, thinking, person would have done, but his traitorous feet kept moving, walking down stair case after stair case until he finally reached the dungeons and then finally to the doors of Snape's personal office that he had remembered from the other day.
It was now or never he thought as he lifted his knuckles and poised to knock, drawing in a last deep breath, he decided to hell with it and let his fist hit the door.