Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else from the HP world. I just like to play around with them.

Chapter 95

Severus was currently drinking a glass of fire whiskey in his quarter's.

The Dark Lord was extremely pleased that he had discovered a new way to provoke Harry. Thankfully, Lupin had said that Harry was finally starting to mourn properly now, so after a while, the provoking won't hurt so much.

However, Albus had just left his quarter's. It would appear that Black had named the Headmaster and Lupin as co-guardian's. Albus had demanded he finally tell Harry the truth after he had finished mourning Sirius.

"He has a lot of people that will care for him but that can't replace a father. You've been out of each other's lives as father and son for too long. Tell him, or I will."

The Headmaster had then left in a flurry of vivid purple robes.

As he finished off his glass, he wondered what the appropriate time for mourning was, because he still mourned Lily to this day.

"Why did you blame yourself, Harry?"

Harry took a drink of his hot chocolate. It was currently Christmas Eve and he and Lupin was trying to talk through some of his pain.

"Because everyone that cares about me ends up dying."

"Harry," scolded Remus, "that's not true and you know it."

"Isn't it though? Mom and dad loved me and they died to protect me and I can almost guarantee you that Sirius was caught simply for the fact that Voldemort knew it would destroy me."

"The Headmaster and I care about you and we're still alive. Your friends and the Weasley's care about you. Severus cares about you too," Remus replied as he put some marshmallows in his cup of cocoa.

"I've come to the conclusion that Snape has lost his mind, that he only thinks he cares for me as a favor to my mother. As for my friends, you, and Dumbledore, I wish you wouldn't. It will only get you killed, like it did Cedric. I can't handle any more death's on my conscious."

"Harry, Severus cares for you for more than just the memory of your mother. And if any of us do die, then it will not be your fault. Cedric was not your fault either. You need to get that through your head. Another war is brewing and there are casualties in war."

"But you all are easier targets by being closer to me."

"No, we're not, Harry. We are all fighting for something we believe in. That, itself, would put us on the front lines. I believe Albus once said that 'Death is the next great adventure,' and while I am hoping that I live to a ripe old age, I'm not afraid of dying for something I believe in."

"It's just that I don't want to endanger anyone." Harry stared down into his empty cup, lost in his own thoughts.

Remus watched, exasperated as Harry seemed to take the blame for the entire war on his shoulders. He needed to lighten the mood some, yet keeping him talking about Sirius.

"So, did you hear about the time you changed the Headmaster's beard a multitude of colors?"

Harry blinked. "I did?"

"It was after an Order meeting. Normally you weren't taken to those, but James was out with another Order member warding houses that were known targets for Voldemort's followers to hit and Lily didn't want to leave you alone. As the meeting let out, Albus started playing with you. The next thing we all knew is that his beard turned a pale blue color. Sirius burst out laughing and yelled for you to change it to orange, so you did. Everyone watched in awe as every color he called out, you merely pointed your finger at his beard and it turned it that color.

"Albus, to say the least, was laughing harder than any of us had ever seen, so he leaned over to whisper something in your ears. You then pointed your finger at Sirius and his hair turned pink with neon green polka dots on it."

Harry burst out laughing. "I didn't!"

"You did."

"How old was I?"

"Four and a half months old."

Harry blinked slowly. "I had that type of control over my magic that young?"

Remus grinned. "You did. What's more is that neither Albus nor Sirius could change it back for a week."

At that, Harry laughed even harder.

Remus just smiled. He was glad that Harry hadn't learned that magic in children did not normally happen that young, never mind the fact that it was practically unheard of for him to have such control over it at a young age. It was just too good a memory to not share.

"Merry Christmas, Harry," said Remus as he entered the boy's dorm.

"Gah!" Thud! Harry fell out of bed.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry." Remus rushed over to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Can you not scare me next time?"

"I dunno. That was pretty funny," said Remus as he helped Harry up.

Harry made a face at Lupin.

"Take a shower then come down to my quarter's. I had the elves bring your presents down there."

"All right. You have food right? I actually feel a little bit hungry."

Remus nodded.

Forty minutes later found Harry in Remus's quarter's opening presents. He wasn't fully in the mood, but Remus was certainly trying and he couldn't deny him. After all, Harry was sure he missed Sirius too.

"This one was from Sirius, Harry. He had gotten it for you back in September."

Harry eyed the box warily, unsure if he wanted to open it. Making up his mind, he tore into it. Suddenly there was a flash of light that temporarily blinded him for about three seconds. When his vision cleared, Remus was nearly doubled over in laughter. Harry then realized why. His hair was red with gold tips.

"Did you, or he, prank the box?" asked Harry as he pulled out the inner small box while chuckling.

"He did."

"Of course he did," said Harry laughing lightly.

He opened the smaller box more carefully and nearly dropped it from what it contained. It was a necklace (he seemed to be accumulating them) that had charms on it of a big dog, a wolf, a stag, and a doe. They all made sense to him but the doe.

Remus saw Harry's brow crinkle. "Lily's patronus was a doe, Harry."

"Oh!" He hadn't known that. "I wish he was still here Remus," he said more quietly.

"He is here, Harry. He's in our heart. The ones we love never really leave us. Remember that. It helps me get through the day. It might do the same for you."

Harry thought about it for a couple of moments and nodded.

"This one is from Snape. If anyone asks, you are to say the Headmaster got it for you."

"Er ... okay." He was surprised that Snape got him anything. The man had been avoiding Harry ever since he had punched him.

In the package was a bottle with a note attached. He read the note then gasped. "This will make it to where I don't have to wear glasses anymore!"

"What are you waiting for then? Drink it already!"

Harry carefully worked the stopper off and downed it in one gulp, which was probably a good thing. It tasted like vinegar. Suddenly his eyes started burning and watering something fierce. Twenty seconds later it stopped.

"Something's wrong! Everything is blurry!"

Remus chuckled and leaned over to remove his glasses.

"Woah." Harry looked around the room with wide eyes. Even glasses for his prescription didn't let him see this clearly.

"Harry?"

"Huh? Oh. It works great Remus! You don't think Sirius or my dad would be mad, do you?"

Remus chuckled. "I think James would have been horrified to realize that you had inherited his eye sight and that Sirius would agree with me on that."

Harry stood up. "This is going to take some getting used to. I can even see the flecks of brown you have in your eyes from here."

Suddenly the floo flared and out popped Dumbledore. "Merry Christmas Harry."

"Merry Christmas, sir," said Harry grinning.

"What happened to your hair?" asked the Headmaster - clearly amused.

"It would appear that Sirius can still prank people," he said while smiling slightly. He showed the Headmaster the necklace before placing it around his neck to join with the one Snape had given him.

"The elves ran me out of the kitchen for sampling Christmas dinner so I thought I'd come see how you two were doing."

Harry smiled again. The Headmaster wasn't fooling anyone. He just wanted to make sure he was doing alright.

Voldemort was in an excellent mood. He had been told by one of his ministry spies that only the people named on a prophecy could remove it. While his Death Eater's had been having Christmas celebrations with some muggles and a few wizards they had managed to capture, he had visited the Ministry. (There had been practically no security in the building, much to his amusement.)

And now he was finally going to learn the full thing.

He activated it and listened with high anticipation.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, Born as the seventh month dies ...

The prophecy stopped speaking causing Voldemort to look down at it and frown. He took his wand and tapped it again.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, Born as the seventh month dies ...

To his horror, Dumbledore's voice cut in.

"So, I see that you retrieved the prophecy, Tom. I figured that you might try to do so. Unfortunately, I cannot allow you to hear the rest of it, so I had it replaced with this one. I do wish, that when you were younger, you came to me with your problems. Maybe I could have helped you and you wouldn't be on the path that you are now. For now, you need to realize that I won this round."

"No!" Voldemort threw the prophecy orb across the room and watched as it shattered into a million pieces. He could not believe this. He spied Wormtail in the corner of the room trying to remain curse free.

"Severus should have known about this," he snarled as he sent a curse toward the nearest chair which caused it to explode. "Wormtail, I have a job for you."

"Y-yes Master?"

"If you succeed, you will be rewarded very, very well."

Wormtail perked up some.

Severus was perusing the latest potion's journal when the wards went off in his classroom.

He quickly put down the periodical and rushed off to see who was invading his potion's cupboard again.

When he got there, he frowned. There was no one around. In fact, it didn't even look like any of his ingredients had been touched. He looked around the room carefully but nothing was amiss.

As he exited the classroom, he saw Peeves zoom down the hallway cackling. Maybe the poltergeist had somehow managed to cause them to go off?

He returned to his quarter's and headed to his personal lab to check on some of his potion's. Albus had told him that his present to Harry had been received wonderfully. He had yet to see Harry though. The boy had been staying in Lupin's quarter's most of the break and for those rare times he wasn't in there, he was sleeping in Gryffindor Tower. (He had spent Christmas brewing potions to re-stock the infirmary, instead of eating with the staff and the left over students.)

"Remus, can I ask you a question?" asked Harry as he rummaged around in the kitchen cupboard looking for a chocolate frog.

"Certainly, Harry."

"In the will, Sirius said that he wanted my aunt and uncle prosecuted for how they treated me. I don't want them hurt. Is there anyway to stop that from happening?"

"Harry," said Remus as he walked into the kitchen and opened another door, revealing the sweets he knew his godson was looking for, "I agree with Sirius on this matter. They deserve to be punished for their mistreatment of you."

"But they never asked for me, Remus. And if you punish them, all anyone is doing is proving their point that we're dangerous and not trustworthy."

"Harry, it's neglect - if not outright abuse, what they did to you. Personally, I'd like nothing but to see them locked up in Azkaban."

"No!" Harry said with such intensity that caused the man to look up. "I don't want them arrested or harmed. Aunt Petunia had to put up with my mom coming home from Hogwarts and no doubt getting extra attention simply for the fact that she was a witch. Then I'm left on her doorstep, as a reminder of her dead sister and how much of a 'freak' she had been. I'm sure she knew that I'd be a wizard and all it served to remind her was that she could never be what her sister had been. It would be like dangling chocolate out in front you, but no matter how hard you tried, you could never reach it."

"Harry, it's not like that at all. Adults are supposed to look past rivalries and care for children. Locking them in a cupboard and only feeding them when all the chores were done right is not the way you do that."

Harry stared open mouthed at Remus. "How ... How did you know that?"

"Er ... well ... your aunt, uncle, and cousin were already dealt with."

"No! Remus!"

Remus held up a hand. "It's already been done, and I doubt that even if you begged him, the Headmaster would reverse what he had done to them."

Harry's eyes widened in horror. "What did Dumbledore do?"

"First, he subjected them all to veritaserum, provided by the Goblins - in accordance with Sirius' will. When he realized just how badly you had been treated, he nearly blew up the house. In the end, he settled for the law of Karma."

"I don't understand."

"He essentially cast a spell on them that had whatever was done to you, come back on them threefold."

"Remus, that isn't fair."

"Neither is having what was done to you."

"But I'm fine."

"You're not fine. I can still see the damage that the Dursley's done to you. You flinch whenever you find out something new about yourself. I've heard you mutter the word 'freak' more than once. Even Sirius was concerned about the lasting effects on you being raised by them. In fact, the only reason he didn't do something rash is because he knew that you would be peeved at him. I think this was the only way he knew to exact revenge on them for your behalf."

Harry put his head in his hands. "All this is going to do is reinforce their belief about wizards."

Remus smiled at him. "That's the best part. They don't remember anything about the magic part, just that they abused their nephew and this was their punishment."

He just groaned.

Harry carefully snuck down to the dungeons. He was currently a man on a mission. Once he arrived at Snape's office door, he knocked lightly.

The door flung open about five seconds later.

"It's me, sir. Can I come in for a minute?" whispered Harry from underneath his invisibility cloak.

If Snape was surprised by his sudden visit in the dungeons, it didn't come across his face. He merely backed up and allowed Harry to pass. Once Snape had closed the door, and he felt the wards go up, he removed the cloak.

"Can I help you with something, Potter?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I heard Professor Dumbledore say that you were down here grading papers. I just wanted to thank you for making the potion for my eyes. Remus told me that there were very few potion masters in the world that could even attempt it without blowing themselves up."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "You do not need to thank me."

"But I wanted too, sir. Did you need anything done around here? I don't mind scrubbing cauldrons or something."

"It was a gift, Potter. I was not asking for anything in return. Are you finally eating again and talking about your godfather?"

Harry blinked at the rapid change of topic, but nodded. "Yes, sir. It still hurts to think about him. Despite what Remus said, I still believe that I'm responsible for his death. Sometimes I wonder if I didn't know occlumency, if I would have been able to know that he was captured so that he could be rescued."

"Potter, look at me. Black's death is not your fault. As much as this is going to annoy you to hear it, it's more so his own fault than anyone else's. The day that he had been captured, he had apparated to Diagon Alley - undisguised. One of the lesser Death Eater's recognized him and managed to stun him and the woman he was with. He then handed them over to the Dark Lord to gain some recognition. So you can see, it was not your fault that his own idiocy led to him leaving the house undisguised."

Harry blinked owlishly at Snape. Why had he not been told this? He shook his head to refocus. "It doesn't change anything. Sirius was recognized as my godfather. If it wasn't for me, then he'd still be alive."

Snape gave an uncharacteristic sigh. "Potter, he was recognized because everyone knew that he was an Order member."

"How can you know that?"

"Because the Death Eater that captured him ... let's just say we had a little ... chat."

Harry shivered at Snape's tone.

"And even if you did not know occlumency, you still would not have been able to prevent his death. The Dark Lord did not deliver the killing blow, nor did he torture him much after he had obtained all the information he could."

"Who did?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Why?" demanded Harry.

"They were cousins. Cousins that very much hated each other. She had wanted to ... play so the Dark Lord let her," he sneered.

Harry forced the tears back. This was good to know, but at the same time, he hated knowing that Sirius had been tortured that badly before he died.

"When is your next occlumency test with the Headmaster?"

Harry startled out of his inner musings. "Uh, in two weeks. He said that he wanted to give me some more time to talk about my feelings and such."

"He's right. You need to mourn a little while longer before he starts invading your mind again. You are keeping your shields up at all times, right? Because if you do not, then more than just yourself will be in danger."

Harry got the unspoken message. "Yes, sir. Despite what you may think of me, I'm not a complete idiot. I know that if they were not up, Voldemort could find out which side you're really on. I don't want any more death's on my conscious," he whispered.

"After your next test, as long as the Headmaster tells me that your shields are strong and that he can find no holes in them, I will tell you the secret I have been keeping that regards you."

Harry immediately perked up some. "You will?"

"I will. I doubt the Headmaster will even leave the room until I do so. Though, I suppose I could have him touch something that will give him hives - something so that he would learn that threatening a potion's master is not the brightest idea in the world."

Harry snickered. "You'll have to wait until after the rash Dumbledore has now goes away."

"The Headmaster has a rash?" asked Snape with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep. Sirius got me a necklace and spelled it to where if anyone other than me touched it, they would break out in a rash. I showed it to him on Christmas, not realizing that of course. I could feel the magic on it, but I just assumed that it had protective charms on it like the one that you gave me," said Harry slyly.

Snape had never outright confirmed that the necklace had came from him. "How very Slytherin of you, Mr. Potter. Fishing for information. Yes, the necklace did come from me. It did belong to your mother. May I see the necklace that Black sent you?"

"You want to touch it?" asked Harry, with a slight grin.

"No. I just want to scan it to make sure that there is nothing harmful on it."

"Sirius wouldn't hurt me."

"I know that," he snapped. "I need to make sure that the rash is all that is going to happen to the Headmaster. While Black wouldn't do anything to you, I'm sure that he figured if someone else took the necklace, then they would pay for doing so."

"Oh. Okay." Harry pulled it over his head, laid it down on the desk, and watched as Snape cast several spells on it. To his astonishment, Snape's lips twitched - as if he were trying to refrain from laughing.

"You may put it back on. There are no protective charms on it, just the prank ones. They will not harm you, but I do need to go see the Headmaster."

Harry replaced it back around his neck.

"Do you understand what the doe charm means?" asked Snape. Harry thought his eyes had lost some of their sharpness.

"Yeah. Remus told me that it was mom's patronus."

"It was. Run on back to your dorm. I need to take the antidote up to the Headmaster."

Harry nodded and paused as he went to pick up his cloak. "Sir, do you really believe that it wasn't my fault that Sirius died?"

"I do more than believe, Harry. I know that it is not your fault that Sirius died. Keep practicing your occlumency, and even more importantly, keep talking about your godfather. It will help you move on. I'm sure that he's even watching over you right now - more than likely telling you to hex me."

Harry snickered. "I'm sure he is, but I do have at least a little bit of self–preservation. I already belong to McGonagall for the next century in detention. I don't need to belong to you for the one after that. Thank you again, for the potion, sir. I've never seen this clearly before. Have a good night." Harry then pulled his cloak over himself and vanished out of the door.

Smiling slightly, he headed up to his dorm to write in his journal.

Harry was waiting in the entrance hall for his friends to return. He eventually saw them and waved them over.

"You look better Harry," said Hermione. "How are you feeling?"

"Not great, but better than I was. It turns out punching Professor Snape is good therapy."

Ron laughed. "Yeah. I'll take your word on that. There's no way I'd ever find out. What was your punishment?"

"I belong to McGonagall for the next month. She seemed to be concerned that he would turn me into an ingredient, pickle me, and then use me in a potion."

"I'd be afraid he'd do that too," said Neville. "You look older without your glasses by the way."

Harry grinned. He had written to all of them to warn them he looked different. Thankfully his hair was its normal color again.

"You look more handsome, too," said Hermione. "You do realize that most of the girls are going to want to date you now, right?"

Harry groaned in mortification as they headed into the Great Hall to talk about their break's. Evidently Bill came home for Christmas, which had Ron talking about 100 words per second. "He told me to tell you he was sorry about Sirius."

Harry nodded.

"Of course, then I got a lecture on coming home instead of staying here with you but I had to explain to him that Professor Lupin had asked us all to go home for the holidays so that he could help you."

Harry looked up. It made sense. Had his friends still been in the castle, then he would have used them as a diversion, despite the fact that he knew he needed to mourn. He would have to thank Lupin tomorrow.

"Set the ritual for the next full moon, Nott. Make sure that the sacrifice is indeed ... unspoiled ... this time."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Soon, after the ritual is performed, we will make ourselves known to the public again. Have your ministry contacts told you anything of substance?"

"They are still adamantly denying your return. Everything that goes wrong is blamed on Wormtail."

Voldemort gave an evil laugh at that thought. It appeared the rat had the use of more than just annoying him.

As though his thoughts alone summoned the man, he came bursting in through the door.

"I have proof, Master!"

"Crucio!" He let the curse up after a minute. "How dare you come bursting in here like that." He then turned his attention to Nott. "You are dismissed." Nott bowed out of the room and he then turned his gaze back onto Wormtail.

"I'm sorry, M-Master. But I have proof! You won't believe this. I don't believe t-this."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow at Wormtail then took the paper that he had in his hands. He then watched as the man backed up into the corner.

He quickly opened it and stared down at its contents. "No! This isn't possible! I can sense treacherous thoughts in even the most seasoned occlumens!" Voldemort continued reading the letter that Wormtail had brought him. "He was my favorite! How could he betray me like this?

"Wormtail, get over here. I want to see your memories. I want to know everything that happened the past few days that you were gone."

Peter crawled over to Voldemort and let him (not that he had any choice) into his mind. Voldemort saw images of how he had set off the wards to the potions classroom and how he had been waiting by Severus' quarters when the man had returned. He had snuck into the room that way. Memory after memory flew by of Wormtail carefully and thoroughly searching the man's personal quarter's.

"He's getting a little bit better, Severus. You should be able to tell him soon, at least without him exploding half of the castle."

"He's freely talking then?"

"He is. He is still taking blame for everyone's deaths, but he is talking about Sirius now."

"Merlin, why couldn't he have been in Slytherin? They aren't so self sacrificing!"

Remus snickered at him.

Voldemort then saw Wormtail come across a box that was heavily warded and watched with slight approval at how he managed to open it without the wards going off. Some trinkets, a letter, and a photo album were present. Pettigrew had looked through the photo album in shock, opened the letter and carefully read it, then copied it and placed the original's back in the box. He then reset the wards.

As he made to leave the room though, he found himself brought up short by Snape himself. After he had left to go up to the feast, the rat like man had then fled the quarter's. It took him three hours to actually get out of the building though because of ghosts, elves, students, and teacher's. He did not want to get caught. In fact, at one point, he had almost been trapped by a big orange cat with a scrunched up face.

Eventually, Voldemort pulled out of Wormtail's mind. Three random things exploded in the room behind him, causing the man to cower even more. "Lucius and Bella were right. Severus ... is a traitor ... and the fact that he's Harry's father makes the betrayal cut even deeper. Give me your arm Wormtail. Severus will be summoned tonight and will eventually be permitted to die, but first he will be tortured to make what was done to the Longbottom's look humane!"

Wormtail crawled over to where Voldemort stood and bared his left forearm to let his master summon Snape.

In Hogwarts, Harry Potter sat straight up in bed, his heart racing madly. It had been months' since Voldemort had been so angry that he had broken through his occlumency shields. On pure reflex, he closed his eyes to check them and saw that they were fine.

He then replayed what he could remember over in his head.

Voldemort had been reading a letter, evidently handed to him by Wormtail. The letter, he had been focusing intensely on it as he read. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He remembered it being addressed to Snape and that it was from ... his mother! His eyes opened in shock for a moment then re-closed them. He couldn't remember what all it said and he frowned as he tried to focus on the words on the page in his memory.

Suddenly he shot out of bed.

'Harry is your son.'

That's something that's not possible. He was the spitting image of James Potter. He knew that. He has pictures of that!

He got up and started pacing as quietly as he could without waking any of his dorm mates up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything else the letter said.

He then froze.

All the almost talks, the presents, his feeling strangely close to Snape ... like a son. Harry suddenly felt ill.

A lie. His life was a lie. He sat down on his trunk. When did this start? He tried his best to think back to when Snape's behavior toward him had started to change. Toward the middle of his third year is when he first began to notice a ... nicer ... side of Snape (if it could be called that). The man had known for almost two years and didn't tell him? All he had to do was say, "Harry, I'm your father".

Oh, when he got his hands on Snape ...

His eyes widened in horror then. Voldemort knew. Snape was on his way to a death trap!

He quickly and quietly threw on his clothes, grabbed his invisibility cloak, his wand and fled out of the room. He then headed down to the dungeons but when he got to the Great Hall, he realized that one - he didn't know where Snape's quarter's were and two - it had been about 25 minutes since he had first sat up in bed.

Harry then quickly and quietly slipped out the front door. In the distance, thanks to his new found eyesight, he could just see Snape apparating away.

"No!", cried Harry, only to realize that the silencing charm he slept with was still on him.

He ran down to the place where Snape apparated from and after making sure no one else was around, began casting those spells that Moody had taught him about following an apparition trail.

But no matter what he did, he came up blank. Either Snape purposefully masks it whenever he apparates or something about the Dark Mark masks it automatically.

Harry then let out an exasperated breath. He knew there was really only one thing he hadn't tried yet. Since he already had a silencing spell on himself, he cast a scent masking charm, a spell to hide his own magical signature, a muffling charm on his shoes, and thought back to his dream. More specifically, to Voldemort's throne room.

Voldemort was not allowed to kill Snape. If they both came out of this alive, that would be his job. The man doesn't get to die without answering some question's first.

After making sure he was fully covered by his invisibility cloak, he pulled in his magic to make his apparition as silent as possible, and vanished into the night.

A/N: *whistles innocently at the cliffhanger*

I hope that everyone liked this chapter. I actually had a good time writing it.

Hopefully everyone is at least some what satisfied with what Dumbledore did to the Dursley's. I know that I said it earlier when Harry caught Skeeter that Dumbledore rarely get's to be the one to exact revenge, so I figured that he could exact some revenge on the Dursley's.

So ... just as Harry finally starts to get over Sirius' death a little bit, this is thrown at him. But, he does know the truth now! *points* The original premise for my story always had Harry learning the truth from Voldemort, so that never changed. *evil smirk*

Those that bet on Harry's reactions, the bet is still on - assuming you were right and they live through the night. I will say that learning that Snape is his father had not sunk in fully whenever he apparated away. He was running high on those feelings of needing to save him (and wanting to kill the man himself for keeping something like that a secret).

Up next, well, other than everyone wanting to throttle me that is, the Headmaster notices that Harry and Severus are both missing. *backs away slowly and makes a break for the door* It's not as long as this chapter, thus should be up by the weekend.