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Chapter 11.5: A bit of fun

The fae transformed back into herself as soon as Snape crossed the threshold of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry was there!

"Where is he?" She muttered as she began to open doors. Snape moved directly through one of them and she followed. Harry was sitting at a table with his godfather and the fore practically ran over to him.

She looked him up and down and tasked as she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Looking deeper she watched some of the nightmares play behind his eyes. Nothing she could do about those.

Severus had immediately started arguing with Sirius about something. She watched them disinterestedly for a moment and snarled at the old elf that peeked around the corner. The fae glanced at Harry who had remained sitting at the table and did a double take.

Oh.

Oh, her dear Harry.

She hadn't thought that he had it in him and she felt a swell of pride. He was fighting it, but it was there. A truly mischievous smile slowly spread across her face as she stepped closer.

Harry stared at his folded hands on the table and thought about how, no. No, he wouldn't do it. He glanced up at the two men still deep in their row. He shook his head and pressed his lips together. He had done many foolish things in his life, but he would not risk his life in this manner.

"But you know you want to do it." She whispered leaning close to his ear. The boy swallowed reflexively and her smile widened, eyes glinting.

"It's simply asking to be done." She said moving around his chair to the other side. "You'll regret it if you don't." she said softly in his other ear.

Something seemed to break in the young man and he looked at the two arguing men in front of him.

"And believe me," Snape was practically spitting, "you do not want to see what I can do when I am seriously annoyed."

"No." Said Potter quickly. "You're severely annoyed. He's seriously annoyed."

Silence reigned as the fae suppressed her squeal of delight and the two men stared at the teen.

"Quick! Run Harry!" The fae yelled giggling. "Run before they recover!"

The boy shot up from his chair, knocking it to the floor with a crash and dashed out if the room. Leaving behind two gaping men and a hysterical fae.

A/N: This just happened in my brain and I couldn't resist writing it. Hope it made you grin. More to come soon. Please review!