A Cat's Life
Chapter 5: Things That Ron Weasley Knows
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Despite what many people thought, there were several things that Ron Weasley knew. He knew that he loved Hermione Granger. He knew that Harry Potter would always be his best mate. He knew that he had seen Malfoy staring at Charlie the other day in the Great Hall and he wanted to know what that was about.
Ron knew some more troubling things too. He knew that Harry had third degree burns on his face and arms. He knew Madame Pomfrey had said that some of the scars would never completely fade. Ron knew that this was completely Malfoy's fault. But most of all, what Ron knew at the moment was that he was going to kill that creepy cat if it didn't stop staring at him.
Severus sat staring at Weasley, who was staring back. "Get me some actual food, you waste of space." He growled.
Ever since Potter had went into the hospital wing all Granger had been giving him was dry cat food. One morning he had actually been desperate enough to try it. It was vile. He would sooner starve to death than dine on that garbage.
Severus looked pointedly at his cat dish, then back to Weasley with a meow. "Hermione said no human food. She's the boss so you'd better get used to it." Ron glared at the cat.
"I don't care what the know-it-all said. Get me food." Severus hissed.
Out of all the cats Ron had ever met, this one was the weirdest. He wasn't for sure but he really believed that Prince understood everything anyone was saying. And it sometimes seemed like he tried to respond too. Ron had known smart cats. Heck, Crookshanks was no dummy. Prince though, he was creepy smart. It made him wish that Harry had just chosen the kitten that Hermione had shown him.
Severus was not amused. At least Potter fed him. Shooting a dark look to Weasley he stalked over to the portrait hole, scratching at it. "At least let me out." He growled.
Rom glared right back at the cat, getting up and opening the door. He considered aiming a kick at the cat as he slipped out but reconsidered when he remembered what Prince had done to Harry's foot not too long ago.
Just as Ron sat down Hermione came in. Ron shot a guilty look to her. She had gone to visit Harry, telling Ron that he wasn't allowed to go until he had completed at least half of his essay for charms. He had gotten distracted by that blasted cat.
"How's Harry?" Ron asked, trying to distract his girlfriend from his nearly blank essay.
"He's doing loads better. Madame Pomfrey has a great potion for burns. They've been able to take the bandages off his face. There's barely any scarring. But it was his arms that got the worst of it. There may be some bad scars there." Hermione informed while taking a seat next to Ron.
"Yeah well I still think it should be Malfoy in that hospital bed." Ron grumbled. Hermione shot him a disapproving look.
"You know that Draco feels awful about it. And it wasn't like he asked Harry to leap in front of him." She scolded.
Ron, deep down, knew that this was true. The day after it had happened Malfoy had marched his way up to the hospital wing and let Harry have it. "Did I ask you to help me Potter? You think you're the only one who can take a boiling potion to the face around here? Stop bloody saving me Potter! I'm not a damn girl! Stop acting the hero! We get that you would die to protect a leprous sinner with vest and vigor if given the opportunity! If you do it again I'll brew a potion, let it boil, and dump it over your enormously stupid head!" And then Draco had stormed out.
Harry had grinned and called out, "You're welcome!" This had made Hermione laugh. Ron however, actually sided with Malfoy on this one. Harry should have let the blonde get hurt.
Hermione frowned as she read the Daily Prophet followed by a gasp. "What's wrong?" Ron asked. Anytime Hermione reacted like that to a newspaper the news wasn't good.
"Five people dead. Aurors' suspect that the recent deaths of five Ministry members are linked with Death Eaters who have yet to be apprehended. 'We are on their tracks.' Said Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt. 'In the meantime we ask everyone to stay cautious. The danger is not yet completely passed.' Meanwhile people are wondering if there are any suspects. Aurors have said that there are several but they are unable to narrow it down at this point." Hermione read aloud.
Ron frowned angrily. "Damn it. You-Know-Who may be dead but that didn't mean that they captured all of his psycho followers."
"How many did your dad say they thought were left? Death Eaters, I mean." Hermione asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"He said that there were six known Death Eaters that got away. Four of those have been recaptured but there could be others that we don't know about." Ron answered.
"Ron…you don't think they might come after Harry, do you?" Hermione's voice quivered at the thought.
Ron sighed. "It'll be fine, 'Mione." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Ron knew another thing too. Their problems were far from over.
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Severus ran into the Hospital Wing at breakneck speed, leaping onto Harry's bed. Mrs. Norris was right on his tail. Harry gasped as Prince landed on his stomach, knocking the breath out of him. "Prince? I'm still hurt! Are you crazy?"
Mrs. Norris stopped next Harry's bed, meowing. Severus hissed at her viciously. Harry peeked over the side of the bed, seeing the dusty colored cat that had Prince all riled up. "Is she bothering you Prince? Here." With a wave of his wand he banished a yowling Mrs. Norris from the room. Severus smirked.
"Well Potter, I suppose you're not as useless as I thought. Though I suppose you've always been adequate at getting rid of pests." Severus stretched, his claws barely poking Harry through the blanket. "Now feed me before I starve to death as Miss Granger seems to want me to do."
Severus looked pointedly at the tray of food that Madame Pomfrey had brought in a few minutes previous. "You're hungry I take it?" Harry grabbed the tray and started to feed Prince bits of chicken. "Hermione not giving you any human food?"
Severus meowed in agreement just as Luna skipped into the room. "Hello Harry. I heard that you blew yourself up. I brought you some chocolate and a snuffire root." She smiled dreamily.
"A what?" Harry asked, looking at the root in Luna's hand that looked like a tangled ball of yarn and was giving off the strong smell of baked apples.
"It's used to bring people luck in potions. You should probably keep it close when you go back to class. When are they letting you out?"
"Madame Pomfrey said that I could leave in about five days. She's done pretty well with the scarring. I should be back to normal pretty soon." He smiled.
"Well that's nice but I would still take the snuffire with you. I'm sure the professor agrees with me." Luna looked at Severus as she smiled.
Harry looked at Luna then at Prince with a confused expression. "What professor?" Severus' eyes were widened.
"Professor McGonagall of course. She seemed worried about you. I heard that she yelled at Professor Chambers about the whole thing." Luna stared at the ceiling as if she had found something interesting up there. "Well I'll go now. I hope you get better Harry." And with that she drifted away.
"She is the weirdest girl I've ever met. I'd swear she was calling you professor." Harry mused, looking down at Prince.
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Draco had always loved attention. In fact it was what had gotten him into a few sticky situations over his school career. However, this was one of those times when, like in his sixth year, he really didn't want attention.
Students stared at him as he walked passed. Their glares were nearly enough to set him on fire. Whispers followed these glares like hissing snakes or angry hornets. "He nearly killed Harry Potter."
"I bet he did it on purpose."
"Death Eater scum."
"He's always hated Harry."
Draco hated it. Blaise and, surprisingly, Granger helped him in any way that they could. But they couldn't stop the thrice damned whispering. "Just ignore them, Draco. We know what really happened." Hermione whispered to him as they walked to Herbology.
Granger had taken; rather quickly it seemed to Draco, to being his friend. On day he had gotten fed up and asked her about it. "Well you've changed, haven't you? You don't call me a mudblood; you don't think that Voldemort was right, you're sorry for what you did. So forgive and forget, right?" Draco hadn't known what to say to that. So in the end he had just nodded and decided to let her do whatever she liked.
Weasley, however, wasn't like Granger. He had made it very known that he blamed Draco for what happened to Potter and didn't agree in the slightest with Hermione and Harry trying to be friends with him. This wasn't a real surprise to Draco anyways. He hadn't figured that Weasley would be forgiving and accepting. Still, he was doing all he could to make up for what he had done. How could Weasley possibly blame him for the potion blowing up?
But there was a bright side to Granger's friendship. People tended to leave him alone when she was with him. Unfortunately, Granger couldn't always be with him. "Hey Malfoy! Off to try and kill another war hero?" A Gryffindor yelled as Draco walked to class.
Draco decided to take Granger's advice, something he never thought he'd do, and try to ignore them. That didn't work so well when the boy who spoke hit him with Petrificus Totalus while his back was turned.
A group of boys surrounded him as he fell, painfully landing on his face. One of them kicked him over onto his back after a moment. All of the seventh years who had cornered him on the train were there as well as about five more of their friends. "Potter isn't here to take mercy on you this time. Too bad you blew him up." The one named Lyons grinned.
"What the hell do you lot think you're doing?" A slightly gruff voice asked.
The boys, seeing Charlie Weasley, bolted. Charlie walked up to Draco kneeling on the floor next to him. With a wave of his wand he released him from the invisible binds. "Are you alright?" he asked with a crooked smile.
"I'm fine!" Draco snapped, his embarrassment making him edgy, as he climbed to his feet. He dreaded the feeling of his cheeks heating up.
Charlie chuckled as he stood up as well. "You're Draco Malfoy, right? Ron's mentioned you before."
Draco shot him a glare. "Well I'm sure what he had to say was lovely." He snipped.
"They weren't the kindest words ever spoken." The redhead smirked as he followed Draco down the hall. "But Ron can be kind of stupid. I'm sure you've noticed."
Draco snorted at the understatement. "Why are you following me? And why are you being so nice to me?"
"You're kind of interesting. And you seem like you could use someone to talk to." Charlie shrugged.
Draco turned to glare at him. "I don't need you to talk to me out of pity! You can leave me alone!" he snarled.
"Hey, calm down! Did I say I was talking to you out of pity? Are you always this suspicious of people? Is it a Slytherin thing or something?" Charlie asked with raised eyebrows.
"No, it's a being me thing!" Draco frowned when he realized how childish he sounded. "Everyone in this school is out to get me. In case you don't know, they actually have a good reason to be! I was a Death Eater! I nearly killed Harry bloody Potter! I'm nothing but scum to these people! Even the teachers look at me like I'm trash! And there's nothing that I can do about—"
Draco was cut off as Charlie pressed a finger over his lips. "I know. I know all of that. But you don't deserve to be treated worse than an animal for something you couldn't control. They shouldn't treat you like that. So, if you ever need any help just call me. I'll help you." Charlie smiled down at him.
Draco felt his face heat up as he stared at the older man. "W-why? Why are you so willing to help me?"
"Because I like you. And because I know that helping you is the right thing to do." He reached out and tucked a stray strand of Draco's hair behind his ear. "Enjoy your next class." He winked.
Draco was left in a daze as Charlie waved and walked away. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was in front of the Transfiguration classroom. He went in, trying not to let Weasley and Granger notice his pink cheeks.
"I assume you have a good reason for being late, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked with a stern look.
"No Professor. I'm sorry." Draco mumbled as he took the seat beside Hermione. McGonagall took five points from Slytherin and continued with class.
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"So…do you loooove him?" Blaise asked with a cheery smile.
"Shut up Zambini!" Draco snapped with a blush. He had decided to confide in Blaise about his interest in Charlie Weasley. Not that he had much interest. At all. In fact it was more like just a passing fancy. However, no matter what it was, he still should have thought twice before telling Blaise.
"Well in all honesty I think he's quite interested in you." Blaise smirked as Draco's cheeks went pink yet again.
"You have no proof of that." The blonde scowled.
"He rescued your butt didn't he?"
"Well if that's your proof then Potter fancies me as well." Draco pointed out.
"Well maybe he does! Think about it! Both Potter and the older Weasley are in love with you and they decide to have a duel to figure out who shall win the maiden's favor. They shall fight to the death over you!" Blaise grinned widely.
"I'm not a maiden, you idiot!" Draco screeched, glaring darkly. "And I really doubt Potter likes me. He just loves to rescue anyone who is, will be, or could be in danger."
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, Granger." Blaise waved to Hermione as she strolled up to them. Blaise had adapted quite well to hanging around with Granger and even Weasley.
"Hello Blaise. Draco." Hermione smiled.
"Where's Weasley?" Draco asked. It wasn't often that Granger was seen without her red-head escort.
"He doesn't have Runes with us. I'm sure you've noticed that before." Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh…yeah." Draco frowned as Blaise chuckled.
"Don't mind him Hermione. Darling Draco is feeling rather flustered today." Blaise smirked, throwing an arm around Draco's shoulder.
"Oh? Why is that?" Hermione asked as she fiddled with her bag.
"He's in lo—ouch!" Blaise grabbed his arm where Draco had hit it with a stinging hex.
"We're going to class Granger. Blaise, don't you have Arithmacy now?" Draco snapped as he started walking away. Hermione sent Blaise a smirk and proceeded to follow the overly grumpy blonde to class.
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Dristan Desmond, a seventh year Ravenclaw, was not someone that most people paid any attention to. He was the eighth son of a wealthy wizarding family. With seven brothers and five sisters ahead of him he was never given the amount of attention that he would have liked. Or the amount that would have been healthy.
In fact, the one who got the most attention in his family was his oldest brother, Rivalen, who had died in the war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He had been killed by a Death Eater one day in Diagon Alley. His mother was still a wreak over it. She only ever cried now. But how would she look at him if he avenged his brother's death? If he got rid of the Death Eater who had nearly killed the Boy-Who-Lived?
Surely the school wouldn't punish him. He would be doing everyone a favor! Heck, he might even get a special award to the school. And it wasn't like anyone could prove that it wasn't the Malfoy boy who had killed Rivalen.
This was why he was waiting; wand at the ready, for Draco Malfoy to walk passed this spot on his way to Runes. He had searched in the library for ages to find a curse that would take care of the problem. He had finally found one in the restricted section. It wasn't an unforgivable but it would certainly get the job done.
"I'm telling you Granger, your idiot boyfriend isn't ever going to be happy that you and Potter are trying to be my friends. He kind of hates me. And I can't say that I have any warm feelings for him either." That was Malfoy's voice.
"Well you could at least try to be nice to him. Every time you come into contact with each other it's all insults all the time." Dristan didn't know who that was. It sounded like Hermione Granger. He had no clue what she would be doing talking to Malfoy but he also didn't figure that it mattered much.
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Draco was fed up with Granger trying to get him to with Weasley. It was never going to happen. He was sure of it. "We're never going to see eye to eye, Granger. Weasley and me just have too much bad history." He shrugged.
"Well I don't see why you can't at least try to get—" Hermione was cut off by the appearance of a Ravenclaw boy pointing his wand at them. "What are you doing?"
Dristan didn't hesitate. He knew what he had to do. He had to get rid of Draco Malfoy. If only to get out of the shadow of a dead brother. He twirled his wand in a small circle with a slightly demented smile. "Memento Mori!"
Draco's eyes widened as the spell flew towards him. Then, for the second time that week, he was pushed aside. "No!" He yelled as the curse hit Hermione's arm.
Hermione gave a great gasp and screamed, trying to grab at her arm. The cry was animalistic and seemed to never end. She seemed to choke on the scream as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she crumpled to the ground. Her limbs twisted into odd angles as she began to convulse.
"No! What did you do?" Draco snarled at the boy. He wasn't given an answer however. Instead he was met with yet another curse being shot at him. He cast a shielding charm just in time. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You have to die! Everything will be better if you just die!" The boy screamed, firing the same curse again and again.
"Stupify!" Draco shouted, dodging another curse. He left Hermione where she was. The boy wasn't after her.
Another curse flew from Dristan, chipping a large piece off the wall that Draco was hiding behind. Draco knew they were making a considerable amount of noise. Surely someone was coming. He stuck his wand around the corner. "Stupify! Expelliarmus!" he shouted.
The later spell hit the boy and his wand spun out of his hand. Draco rushed out from around the corner. "Stupify!" The spell hit the boy in the chest and he toppled backwards.
"What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall ran up to where Hermione was still twitching on the ground.
"Professor it's not what it looks like! That boy attacked us for no reason! He was acting like a mad person!" Draco's eyes were wide. Would he be blamed for this? Would he be expelled after all?
"Dristan Desmond? What did he hit Miss Granger with?" McGonagall was casting spell after spell over Hermione, who had gone horribly still.
"Memento something. Is she alive?" Draco asked, surprised at the amount of worry in his own voice.
"She's alive but I am not able to revive her. For the love of Merlin. I truly thought that we were done with the attacks in this school." This last part was said so quietly that Draco barely heard it.
McGonagall bound Dristan and took Hermione to the hospital wing. From there she took both Draco and Dristan to the Headmaster's office. Dristan was revived and Galloway decided that the best way to go about asking questions was to administer Veritaserum. Dristan admitted to wanting to get rid of Draco. "Because he's a Death Eater. Everyone wants him gone." He said in the monotone that Veritaserum created in its drinkers. He told them about how he had researched a spell that wouldn't kill right away, but would put Draco into a coma where he would relive the worst moments in his life over and over until his body gave up and he died.
Galloway expelled him and called the Ministry. Dristan was old enough to be tried as an adult. They came and took him away. As he was led away he looked less like a seventeen year old and much more like a frightened child who didn't know why they were being punished. Draco almost felt sorry for him.
"Mr. Malfoy, you should go back to your dorm or class. I'll tell Mr. Weasley what happened." McGonagall said, clearly dismissing him.
Draco just nodded. He couldn't go to class right now. How could he when Weasley, and most likely Potter, were going to blame him for this? Potter was the only thing keeping all of Gryffindor from beating or cursing him into a bloody pulp.
But it wasn't his fault. He knew that at least. He wouldn't have done that to Granger. Not after her and Potter had given him a second chance he felt his eyes sting and had to fight the tears back. Granger had gotten cursed because of him. Because some idiot Ravenclaw, whose family had a history of severe mental illness, wanted to get rid of the Death Eater.
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Ron could still hear Professor McGonagall's voice echoing again and again in his head. "Miss Granger was hit by a curse while protecting Mr. Malfoy. She's been transferred to St. Mungo's. I'm sorry Mr. Weasley."
His fist tightened on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. he had told Harry about what had happened; he had stayed at the hospital wing until Madame Pomfrey had insisted he go to bed. Neville was already asleep when he got there. The only one awake was Prince.
That was why Ron and the cat were currently starring at each other. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Ron knew it was Malfoy's fault. The little bastard was probably planning something like this all along. First Harry had been hurt and now Hermione was hurt even worse. Ron grit his teeth at the thought.
Why had they decided to befriend Malfoy? Surely they hadn't forgotten about all the things he had said. All the things he'd done. He was nothing but an evil little prick all through school and they thought that he had just changed? What would happen if one of them were killed for stupid bloody Malfoy? And if that cat didn't stop staring at him he was going to skin it!
Severus was busy thinking about how he didn't regret killing Albus at all. In fact, if the man were alive, he's kill him again. Two, not one, but two of the idiot children that he had to convince had been incapacitated! Not to mention the fact that Granger had to be taken to St. Mungo's! It was infuriating to say the least.
Severus was about to finally stop staring at Weasley and go to sleep in one of the arm chairs when a vase shattered next to his head. His eyes shot to Weasley who was glaring at him with complete loathing. Ron wished he had hit the damn cat with the vase.
"Stop looking at me like that you damn cat! All you ever do is look at us all like we're insects!" Ron grabbed another item off the table (A picture frame) and hurled it at Prince. Severus backed up against the wall, hissing at Weasley. "Shut up!" A book was thrown this time. "Harry and Hermione are hurt. None of the Healers know when or if Hermione will wake up from the coma she's in! So shut up! SHUT UP!"
Severus ran out of the corner he was backed into over to the fireplace, cat instincts telling him to get away from the potential danger. He climbed the side of the fire place, standing on the mantle. He glared down at the foolish boy, feeling slightly better now that he was higher than Weasley. "Get ahold of yourself you foolish brat!"
Ron glared up at him. "I hate you! I hate that out of all the cats Harry had to choose you! All you ever do is look down at us! You look at us like we're idiots and it even seems like you're insulting us sometimes! If I didn't know better I would say you were channeling Snape!" at that moment Ron and Severus' eyes met. Ron stared as though he had been mesmerized. Severus stared desperately, trying to make Weasley see the truth. It seemed like they stood there for hours until Ron whispered, "Snape?"
Severus, shocked, said the first thing that popped into his head. "That's Professor Snape to you!"
"Aaaaah!" Ron leapt away from the cat on the mantle. "Snape's voice was in my head! I heard him in my head!" he shrieked.
"Calm down you idiot!" Severus hissed.
"It happened again!"
At that moment Neville opened his bedroom door. "Ron? What have you been yelling about?"
Ron looked from Neville to Severus, his eyes wide with shock. "N-nothing! Yeah! I'm not yelling about anything. It's, um, a new studying method. If you shout it you remember things better!" Ron tried to smile convincingly. It was difficult when Severus' voice sounded in his head.
"Quite convincing, Weasley. I'm sure he'll buy that. Then again, it is Longbottom."
"Y-you should just go to bed Neville. I'm sorry for waking you." Ron's ears were red and he was staring at the floor.
Neville looked at him doubtfully. "Hermione's going to be fine, Ron. And Harry will be let out in a few days. It's going to be okay."
"Thanks Neville. I know." Ron gave a small smile as Neville went back to his room.
"Touching." Severus drawled sarcastically.
Ron turned to look at the cat. "Am I going mad?" he asked.
"That's debatable. But I you are it's not because of me." Severus lay down on top of the fire place. He rather liked it up there.
"W-what happened? You died! R-right? We saw you die!" Ron insisted.
"Yes, that's true. I was killed by the Dark Lord. It is because of Dumbledore that I was reincarnated as a cat." Severus' lip curled in distaste.
"Then why can I hear your voice?" Ron looked at him confused.
Severus gave a sigh and explained. Eventually Weasley's shock vanished and was replaced by amusement. "—and, listen to me Weasley, you cannot tell Potter, Granger or Draco about me actually being Severus Snape."
"Why not?"
"Because I told you not to." Severus glared.
"Heh, you're not really in any position to order me around." Ron smirked.
Ron's smirk faded as Severus smirked. "If you ever want to see Granger conscious again you'll keep this information to yourself."
"W-what? You know how to heal her?" Ron leaned forward eagerly.
"You told Longbottom that Minerva told you the name of the spell. Memento Mori. I'm sure you've never heard of the spell. It is very dark magic but it's not used often because of how long it takes to actually kill the recipient. Miss Granger is locked in a coma in which she is reliving every moment of her life where she was in the most pain. Where she most believed she would die. I am actually very surprised that the boy was able to find it. There's only one way to cure Miss Granger."
"How? How do I heal her?" Ron asked quickly.
"I have the plant in my rooms here. If they've left my rooms as they were when I was teaching here then it should still be there."
"What are the chances of your rooms having been left alone?"
"With all the repairs that have been done on the school I sincerely doubt that they've had time to clean out my rooms. The chances are good that all of my possessions are just as I left them." Severus said thoughtfully.
"Well let's go get it!" Ron leapt to his feet.
"Sit down fool. We are not going in the middle of the night. Miss Granger will make it until morning. And we are especially not going if you don't agree to keep your gargantuan mouth shut about my secret." Severus sneered.
Ron glared darkly at the cat. Out of all the people who could know of some strange plant to cure a curse, Snape was probably the most knowledgeable. Ron knew this but that didn't make him like it very much. "Fine. I won't tell anyone. It's not like many people would believe me anyways. Well, Luna might." Ron pouted.
"Miss Lovegood already knows." Severus informed.
"Luna knows? How?" Ron asked, looking shocked.
"She discovered me in a cage the first night back. She recognized me immediately."
"Figures." Ron grumbled. "This is crazy. I thought there was no way for someone to come back from the dead."
"That's usually true. I suppose the exception is when one has an insane conniving old man who loves to toy with people's lives." At Ron's blank look Severus sighed. "Dumbledore, I mean."
"Oh." Ron frowned.
"Go to bed Mr. Weasley. In the morning we can get the plant from my chambers." Severus ordered, leaping into an armchair.
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Ronald Weasley, despite what some people thought, did actually know a lot of things. He knew that there were still Death Eaters loose and hurting people. He knew that he had seen Charlie at Malfoy during dinner the other night. He knew that he still had a detention to serve with Professor Flitwick for jinxing a boy who had whispered something about Hermione in class. But most of all, what Ron knew as he was lying in bed, was that Harry's cat Prince was actually Severus Snape reincarnated.
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A/n: Thank you so much everyone for reading! Also I want to give a big THANK YOU for being patient with me. I hope to have the next chapter up soon but please be patient. As much as I wish I could spend hours and hours a day writing fics I do have class and homework. You all understand, yes? Please review!