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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 9 –The argument

Harry was awakened by the morning sun. The only source of light was the large window with no curtain on it. The white light was so bright he could hardly see and his eyes hurt. He covered his face with his hands and turned away.

The room was big but empty. Only a bed, a chair and a small table were in it. Harry looked at the ceiling. He was in the Black house again. Last time he was here was at Christmas… and Sirius was still alive…

He touched the wound on his hip. It was bandaged well and Harry resisted the urge to peek under it – although he used to do this when he was little. He touched it again to see if he still felt pain. But a strange tingling was all. He leaned on his elbows and lifted his upper body. A little pain ran through his spine but not as bad as last night. He couldn't recall when he lost consciousness. Everything was blurry. After shouting, swearing and crying, a high fever came. His body was so hot that he passed out…

He tried to sit up; he had to bite his lip a few times but finally succeeded. His bare feet touched the cold floorboard causing him to shiver for a moment. He pushed himself up and stood on his legs but had to support himself. He smiled faintly and was pleased with himself to achieve this much.

His stomach growled, warning him that it was not enough. He hadn't eaten anything good in the last couple of days. With weakened muscles he felt tired and exhausted constantly. He took at few timid steps toward the door and fortunately didn't fall. He reached the hallway and heard the front door closing. Someone left, but others stayed. Harry saw one of the twins downstairs.

"George, is that you?" He said quietly. The red-head boy looked up, smiled but turned worried immediately.

"Harry! You shouldn't be up!"

"I just… I was hungry."

"Then go back to your room." George ran up to him. "I'll ask Mom to make something."

"Your mother did a lot for me already. She must be exhausted too. Please help me go down to the dining room!"

The Weasley boy shrugged, put his arm around Harry's waist and helped him down the stairs. The dining room was almost completely empty.

"Harry, dear, what are you doing here?" Mrs. Weasley snorted in surprise. "Go back to bed this instant!"

"I feel better, thank you, and I'd like to stay here. I feel lonely upstairs… and…" His stomach growled. "I'm hungry." He said a little ashamed.

"Well, okay." The woman smiled. "Come, sit down here!" She conjured a chair.

Harry took his seat and smiled at George who was pouring pumpkin juice. They saw what was happening in the kitchen.

Lupin was sitting on the windowsill and stared out the window. His face was gray as always but he looked particularly depressed now. Mrs. Weasley, while preparing breakfast gave him a glass of pumpkin juice. The man thanked her with a sad smile but fell back into the same lethargy. For an instant his eyes locked with Harry's and he seemed surprised. The boy was about to say something but Remus turned away.

Harry began feeling terrible. Lupin must be offended because of what he said yesterday. After all, he, Harry, had chose Privet Drive, the Dursleys, Snape and the Muggle life over the headquarter and the wizard life. And most of all, over him. The boy was about to stand up and go to his uncle but heard faint murmur and snuffle. He and George turned toward the sound.

"Look, the bird of death is sleeping here." George said with a grin. "Let's put burning matches between his toes!" He said enthusiastic. Harry looked at him. "I saw it in a cartoon." The other boy shrugged innocently. They both started giggling and sat back down.

Snape was sleeping in a large, velvet armchair next to the fireplace, though is seemed very uncomfortable for that purpose. His legs were on the armrest and he was leaning against the other one while his hands were resting on his lap. His hair was a little messy, but he seemed calm and peaceful in his dream. The muscles on his face were limp; he was deeply asleep.

"Let's tickle him!" George teased.

"But Fred!" His mother said.

"Mom! I'm George!" The boy said.

"I know this game already!"

"He really is George." Harry said.

He was about to look away when the professor moved. He crossed his legs, ran his hand through the armchair to find a more comfortable place for his head then smiled. Harry was totally shocked. He never saw his teacher like this. The way he smiled was cozy and touching… The boy felt something pleasant tingling inside him.

What he couldn't see was Sirius standing next to Snape and watching him suspiciously. He wanted to do something to wake him up.

"How long has he been asleep?" Harry asked Mrs. Weasley when she put the plates on the table.

"For a while…" The woman answered. "He was just sitting here for a long time…" She watched the man. "I like watching people sleep… You too." She looked at her son. "… I always did."

"Mom!"

"… watched you sleeping, tossing and turning…it was not easy, there were so many of you…" She continued as if she didn't hear her son's protest.

"Mom! If you're going to talk about how many times we wet ourselves, I swear, I'll leave!"

Harry grinned widely. While the Weasley's quarreled he finished his breakfast and drank the pumpkin juice. He wanted to drink a little more. He stood up but Snape started talking quietly. He was muttering incoherently. He wrapped his arms around himself and stooped. Harry listened to understand something.

"Lam'rinh… rihn… Lham… e-rin"

"Shhh!" Harry motioned for the Weasley to keep quiet. "He's murmuring something! What is he saying?"

"…hn… Lamerhinn…" He sighed.

"What is that? Some spell?" The twin looked at his mother.

The woman only shrugged and went back into the kitchen. Harry was fascinated and continued watching his professor. Curiosity and compassion were in his big green eyes. He waited to see if he said anything else, something not so vague.

But at that moment terrible shouting and swearing came from the front door. The portrait of Sirius' mother woke up and started yelling again.

Snape's eyes snapped open, but his pupils were still small. He pressed his hands to his chest and almost fell off the armchair. He jumped up instinctively but seemed confused, dazed and dizzy because of his dream. Remus ran to the portrait and tried to shut the curtains. Severus squeezed his eyes, rubbed his forehead and became more and more awake.

When he opened his eyes Harry was standing before him.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked and handed him a glass of water. The man was shocked but accepted the drink.

"What…? What happened?"

"It must be the portrait again." Mrs. Weasley waved and put a plate in front of him too.

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry." Snape said. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"I feel quite well." Harry sat next to him at the table.

Meanwhile, Remus returned with an unusually sullen expression. He sat opposite Snape and poured himself a drink.

Harry felt nervous while watching the two men. The penetrating gaze and the severely arched eyebrows were strange coming from Remus. The man was always a model of gentleness and peace. Now he looked like a wolf ready to attack. He looked defiantly at the Potion Master with whom he was fighting for Harry in his imagination. The boy felt miserable because he was sitting next to Snape… or not being able to sit next to both of them at the same time. Sitting on one side of the table was like choosing between them… He wanted to apologize to Remus, but the man closed his eyes and emptied his glass.

Severus wasn't really paying attention to them, but once in a while he caught Harry's painful expressions. The world faded around the boy. He looked down and didn't even look up anymore. Then he realized George shaking him and saying something happily.

"…huh?" He looked up wearily.

"Harry! Come on, Ginny is here!"

George ran toward the hallway, leaving his friend who couldn't stand up quickly. The beautiful Ginny had already reached the dining room and looked at him with a worried and happy smile. She threw herself at him violently and squeezed him while Harry softly hissed.

"Oh, Harry! Mom sent an owl when they found out what happened to you! I was worried! Are you all right?"

"Hi, Ginny…" The pale boy said with a smile. He stroked the girl's long red hair and kissed her forehead then hugged her. He wanted some kindness and love from someone…anyone. "Don't worry, I'm fine now…" He said quietly.

The three youngsters went to the couch and sat Harry where Snape had slept before. Ginny sat at one of the armrests and George kneeled in front of them.

"Does it hurt?" The girl asked. "You look pale and weak… are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure." Harry stroked her cheek. "But tell me! Where have you been? Percy is in London, Ron is with Hermione, and your other brothers are here… "

The girl blushed and also smiled.

"I spent the holiday with one of my friends, Mom knows her. I went there when the Death Eaters started attacking Muggle mansions… they thought I shouldn't stay at the Burrow because it's far from everything. Really…" She snapped happily. "George, did you tell him that Dad managed to catch a Death Eater in a wealthy Muggle family's house?"

Harry looked questioningly at the twin who snorted.

"Of course I didn't. Dad has been speaking about it for months…"

Ginny smiled.

"So, Dad got a tip and managed to follow a Death Eater. Some guy called Werylon…"

"Ewerilon! Ginny!"

"Yeah, whatever. So the guy slipped into the Muggle house and they caught him there. The only child of the family – who is at our age – heard someone walking around the house… The Death Eater almost cursed him when Dad caught him. Of course the noises woke the whole family and they saw Dad… But Dad said that he is a secret agent and he caught a dangerous criminal. He just read a detective novel, that's where he got the idea from… The family was grateful that they kept their child safe. And they invited Dad and his family for lunch.

"Really?" Harry smiled and looked at George. "And you accepted it?"

"Of course not! We did not. But Dad took Mom and Ginny. Ever since then he can't stop talking about how wonderful the Muggle life is. And he wants to have electricity in the Burrow someday…"

They laughed softly and Harry was glad that something good happened. At the table Remus was staring at Severus with murderous eyes. Snape's eyes were tired already.

"What's wrong with you?" The Potions Master snapped.

"Congratulation!" Remus started. "You managed to attract Harry to yourself. You can kick James in the back this way. His beloved son cares about you now. I guess you're happy. You coward!"

"What…? How dare you?" Snape yelled and caught Remus' shirt. "I advise you to stop this!" He whispered angrily. "Instead of making a scene you should think about what that boy means to you! Harry loves you, but sometimes I really don't know why. There is nothing more disgusting than two adults being jealous over a child! You make me sick! Look at yourself, and don't push the kid away like that bastard Black did! Without you he has no one!" He finished with rage and pushed Remus back to the chair. He stood up and left the room.

Lupin watched him with anger and some regret. He glanced at Harry carefully who didn't notice the display fortunately. His friends made him smile from time to time. When their eyes met the boy seemed a little frightened then turned away sadly. Remus felt a gnawing in his heart. It was horrible to admit that Snape was right. He got up and walked over to the boy.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked softly.

The Weasley children stood up and left quickly, making Harry surprised. He felt vulnerable; he didn't want Remus to scold him or yell at him… To his surprise the man knelt in front of him, took his hands and looked into his eyes regretfully. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Recently… I didn't behave as I should have…" He started quietly. "I… felt like… we were getting away from each other… that… sooner or later… I will lose you. Since you spent so much time with Severus…"

"I should have told you…!" Harry started but Remus continued.

"… and you were fine with each other… and I though… you don't need me anymore… and… it was terrible to see that the man getting close to you is the one who always hurt you… and you're father never liked…"

Harry's eyes flared. He turned away to hide his disappointed face.

"Stop it, please…" He said resignedly. "I don't want to…"

"Harry, Professor Snape…"

"Professor Snape is a good man!" Harry burst out irritably. "He is completely different from what I thought. You saw yourself that he didn't tease me that he's normal and… It's disgusting that everyone wants me to be like my father! You want me to bully everyone who doesn't even deserve it?"

"Harry!"

"You haven't even realized that I don't want to be like my father? Why do you think I stopped wearing glasses? Professor Snape had hated me for five years because of something I didn't do, and rightfully! I would have done the same! Nice little teenagers you were!" He pulled out his hands from Remus' grip. "Criticizing others is fine, it's even a feat! Covering up for them was easier than stepping in, right? What a glorious little prefect you were! You rather let the whole school laugh at Snape than have your friends angry at you! You want me to be like that?" He stood up. His hands started shaking. "I had to experience what it was like to be other people's dog… when… when you are exposed to them entirely, and you can't defend yourself! Don't expect me to hold anything against Professor Snape anymore!" A tear ran down his face. "On my birthday…" His voice trembled and he quickly wiped his nose. "…your letter alone would have been enough and you would have made me happy for a year. I didn't even need presents from anyone else. But no… you were jealous and didn't even think about how much you mean to me and how much I miss you every day! You are the only person who was really close to my parents still alive! You're like a real relative to me and this is why what you're doing hurts even more!"

He shook his head in confusion and started backing away from Remus then ran out of the room. Snape was coming down the stairs with Dumbledore. He pushed them away roughly and ran up.

He felt the wound begin bleeding and hurting with every movement. A red spot appeared on the bandages but Harry didn't care about that now. He stormed into his room, threw himself on the bed and started crying bitterly. He lost another uncle who was important to him. He lost Remus…

This is it! It was short so I could upload today. The next chapter is one of my favorites too.

A new character will appear. Actually two, but… they will disappear soon after. And some action…

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