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A Disappointing Meeting

By Ancient Midnight

Chapter Five

2011/09/01

Harry tried hard to not stomp his feet on his way to his head of house's office. He could feel Snape's sneer directed at the back of his neck. There was only one person right now that could make this right. Well, if he happened to run across Dumbledore first that would help too, but Oliver had told him quietly last night that their head of house would never let someone get away with this.

And after what happened a few nights ago in detention, Harry was sure he was in the right to refuse Snape.

He heard Snape take some points away from Hufflepuff behind him. Snape wasn't trying to grab him though, just walk behind him. Oh boy was he going to get it when Professor McGonagalll heard about this!

Snape smirked when he saw Potter tense up his shoulders again. Clearly he was unhappy with the Professor walking him.

He was about to be even more unhappy. Minerva was away for the afternoon.

Snape watched as Potter strutted to her office door and knocked like he had every right to bother his teacher for no reason at all.

A moment passed, and Potter knocked again.

"Did you ever think your head of house may have other things to do than the wait on her most famous pupil?" Snape sneered at him.

"Then I want to go to Dumbledore," Potter told him turning around.

Before Snape could answer the lock on the door slid, and the door opened. "Come in," Minerva called.

Potter slid through the door, looking nervous now as he approached his teachers desk.

Minerva watched him for a minute, "Well, what is it?"

"I erm-"

"Eloquent as always. Potter wanted to come to you instead of serving his detention with me."

Minerva raised an eyebrow at the pair of them, "Is that so? Mr. Potter you should listen to your teachers!"

Potter flushed, "I always do but this time was different. Snape-"

"Professor Snape, Mr. Potter. I understand that this information is hard to take, but that does not mean you can speak to or about your professors like that!"

Snape caught her eye, shaking his head.

"Oh, I see that you have not yet discussed this. Well then, let us confront the problem at hand then. Why are you here?"

"Professor Snape was dragging me down to detention for punishment I didn't deserve, angry about something I didn't do," Potter explained, his bravado was a little to much to fake the hurt arm again it appeared.

"Alright, well, we can discuss this tomorrow. For now, know that your professor had good reason. Also know that it is important Mr. Potter that you talk with Professor Snape tonight."

She waved the two of them out of her office. Turning to leave, Potter looked stunned. Meeting Snapes grin, Harry felt rather embarrassed now.

"Oh and Mr. Potter," Minerva called as they reached the door, "I expect you to next time follow your teacher and come to me after. Unless you feel you are in danger."

Potter glared at his head of house slamming the door shut behind them.

Snape checked his pocket watch, happy to see that he now had no time what so ever to explain to Potter the history of Lily and him, or the potion complexities.

"Five points for making unnecessary noise," Snape drawled.

Harry would have dragged his heels behind his professor, but Snape seemed to be in a hurry.

"Move along Potter. You have set us back almost half an hour."

Harry didn't see how, it only took maybe ten minutes to get up to McGonagall's office. He consoled himself that at least there was

Lily tossed the final ingredient in. Her now good friend Remus sat in his chair patiently. The war hadn't been good to him, and during one of his transformations, he had lost the ability to use his legs easily, and now had to carry a cane everywhere.

"You'll be leaving now then?"

"Yes Remus, I just have to ensure that I go to the right place, a place where my husband and child lived. I know my husband would have tried to find me." Lily gestured for him to hand her the appropriate memory.

She had a lot of trouble picking the memories because she didn't want to end up without important memories. and each one was precious since the time they had together was not long at all. Both died a little over a year after her baby had been born.

The first memory was from while she was dating her husband, they had sat down together and were drinking white wine from the wrong glasses. A funny memory, but not one that Lily would miss too much. She could hardly remember why they were laughing so hard even before she took the memory out.

The other was her most humiliating moment when she was pregnant. It was during her morning sickness, when she stood to open the front door to receive a package, and found out rather quickly that she looked a right mess. This memory wouldn't be missed at all.

"I just have to stir them in. You'll take care of them when I'm gone right?"

"Of course. I'll take care of everything," Remus assured her.

"I left some letters, in the top drawer of my desk," Lily told him.

"I will take care of them for you. But if you are having second opinions maybe you shouldn't-"

"No, I'm going. I want to see my husband and my child again," Lily said determined.

"Alright Lily. Alright. I'll miss you. We all will," REmus told her earnestly. Lily knew he meant his best friend who had been trying since shortly after her husband died to get her with him.

She was already going though. she had spent the best years of her life working on it, and nothing was going to stop her from holding her husband and child tonight.

Minerva scheduled in some time to confront Snape tomorrow on how to treat Mr. Potter. She was quite unhappy about it. There was no time to take care of this tonight, but tomorrow would be another issue entirely.

If Severus Snape didn't start paying attention to what he was doing soon, there was going to be more than just an unhappy child at hand. As it was, she rescheduled Snape for the afternoon shift checking the Hallways for troublemakers.

She ignored the note she had made years ago to remind herself that Severus took a nap at that exact time before dinner. Perhaps a little less sleep would clear the man's head.

"Listen carefully, as I will only say this once. I have been working for ten years on a single potion," Snape paced the length of his personal lab. "This potion is more complicated than anything you'll ever be faced with. This potion requires two people to work simultaneously unknowing if another is truly working on the potion.

"There is no way to know how the potion will work, if it will have the desired affect or if it will create havoc. This is how you determine the person that will step forward when you finish this potion," Snape held the vial of memories up for viewing. Potter was completely silent for once, watching avidly and paying strict attention.

Instead of further explaining, Snape cast a silent spell at the cauldron and poured the small handful of memories in. It was best to use more than one, to ensure that the right person came out. After all, it wouldn't help him at all if a Lily as evil as Bella Lestrange came out of the cauldron professing devotion to the dark lord.

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