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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES
Chapter 28 – Confusing thoughts (part 2)
The crying of a baby broke the silence in the staffroom.
"Mrs. Fillmore, I feel responsible for what happened." Lamerin said to Olivia's mother a few days after the incident. "Olivia came to the Gryffindor table to talk to me. Draco Malfoy and his gang don't really like me and I think they used your daughter to teach me a lesson."
The woman looked at her baby lying in the crib. Stainthrop and Honeybourne tried to calm him, with little to no success.
"It's not your fault." She caressed the boy's sad face. "But it's surprising that some students show this little respect towards their teachers and fellow house-mates. I never thought something like this could happen in the Slytherin house."
Severus knew what she meant.
Slytherin has been the house of the greatest pureblood families for centuries. They all knew their and each other's heritage, status. When a half-blood appeared amongst them, they didn't alienate them. No one came to the Slytherin house without earning that right. The students, just like their parents, were known for sticking together. While the adults married between each other, this habit being bad and necessary at the same time, their children followed their example in school. The Slytherin students didn't make friends with people from other houses, but the relationships in the house were tight. There's no record of violence amongst members.
Snape sighed.
"Maybe I'm the most ashamed that my students don't respect their house. On the other hand… I might not be able to be a good head of house anymore. After what happened to my son I can't look at some students without distaste, though they shouldn't be punish for what their fathers did.
"I know what you mean." The woman said seriously. "We, the Fillmores, are a pureblood family, but never associated ourselves with black magic. And I know that there are students here whose parents ended up in Azkaban for they followed the Dark Lord. It must be hard…" She put her hand on Snape's shoulder. "…tolerating the young wizards and witches being cruel. Especially as a head of house. But change is coming… If the new generation of Slytherins needs to find friends from other houses to stay on the right path, then help them in any way." She said quietly.
Severus shivered. The woman's words were like a new goal to him. He smiled.
"Olivia!" The woman cried out when Rowena and Remus entered the room with the girl. Almost all the teachers were present. They offered tea and cookies to the family. Mrs. Fillmore looked at her baby nervously, seeing that Adelaide and Lucinda joined in the soothing, and then sat down.
The four ministry worker tried hard to calm the baby, but their waving, and sharp voices just agitated him even more. Honeybourne gave up and tried to find new ways to entertain the baby.
"You, men don't know how to handle babies at all." Lucinda said. "Come here sweetheart. May I take him out of the crib, Mrs. Fillmore?"
The woman, reluctantly though, gave permission. The professor held the baby like some porcelain doll that could break any moment.
"How big you are! And when you grow up… Oh!"
The others all turned to them. Nothing big happened, except the baby pissing on all the four teachers around him. They looked questioningly at the professors whining about their ruined robes. Some, like McGonagall, could barely keep from laughing. Severus took the baby out of Lucinda's arms.
"Wait, use this!" Rowena gave him a clean blanket.
Severus wrapped the baby in it. Before he could put the baby back in the crib a homely feeling filled his heart. It's been ages since he held a baby. His son watched him with a smile on his face. He held the baby and looked at him with wonder.
The infant stopped crying in the hands of someone who knows what he's doing, and started giggling while watching the people around him. The teachers calmed down too and some of them walked over to take a look at the little boy.
The ghost Lily Potter regarded the baby with a smile that only mothers have. Her husband and Sirius however, watched Severus who looked to be unaware of the world around him.
"He calmed down in your hands quickly." Rowena stepped to him, watching the infant.
The baby grabbed her index finger and started shaking it. The woman blushed and looked at Severus with shining eyes. He smiled.
"Caress his face." The Potions Master advised.
Rowena touched the baby's face softly, earning a big smile. The woman enjoyed this wonderful experience and looked at Severus with a grateful expression. Their eyes filled with passion, breath lingering on each other's faces, they hardly noticed the teachers coming closer to see the baby's smile.
"Let… let me change him." Mrs. Fillmore interrupted them.
That got their attention and they stepped away from each other. Some followed the baby with their eyes, while others, like the Marauders didn't miss the intimate moment.
Though it wasn't clear who was responsible for what happened to Olivia Fillmore, Malfoy and his gang spent a week long detention with McGonagall. The deputy headmistress didn't get the job because Snape was unfit. She knew that the Slytherins didn't take the wrath of their head of house seriously. Mostly because they rarely experienced it. And she wanted to teach them a lesson.
They argued a lot about the punishment, since there was no conclusive evidence against them. Olivia only remembered that the offenders were older than her and sounded like Malfoy's pals. Since there were no bad guys in the seventh grade, the teachers all made the sixth year gang responsible for what happened.
The professors asked the students of the other houses to not do anything stupid, to prevent future arguments. This year was filled with scandals as it is.
Lamerin watched the carpet in front of the portrait that led to the Gryffindor common room. No Gryffindors could be seen anywhere to ask the password from. He was waiting patiently for a while now until he heard voices from the other side. The door opened.
"And then he did that… Holly crap!" Ron shouted. "Do you have to scare me like that?"
"Sorry." Lamerin smiled. "Is Harry in? Can I go see him?"
"Sure." Ron shrugged looking at the young Snape then stepped aside.
"Thanks." He slipped in.
"What is he up to?" Ron asked from Seamus, continuing their way to the great hall.
Lamerin looked at the common room. The twins weren't here to guide him now. He went up the stairs to the boys' rooms. He knew that's the right one, because the stairs didn't throw him off of his feet. Fred said something about how to get around the spell that prevents boys from going up, but he couldn't remember it well.
He recognized the door of Harry's room, because the letter Seamus put there last time was still on it, though a new version. It seems that Hermione didn't appreciate the message. He smiled and knocked.
"Ron, I said I'm not hungr…." Harry opened the door but stopped when he noticed Lamerin.
"Hello. Can I come in?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded, not really knowing what the boy wanted from him.
He felt weird going back to tidying the room. All his stuff was thrown on his bed. He tried to pack his clothes away after neatly folding all of them. Ron found it unnecessary, saying that it will be messy within two days.
He looked at Lamerin while folding one of his muggle jeans. The boy was walking around the room, looking at everything. He didn't know what was so good about the place, but then remembered how he felt the first time entering the room.
It was strange being alone with the boy who he reminded Snape of for years. The boy who suffered so much. The boy who he was mistaken for and suffered for. The boy who… dressed as a girl made him feel…
"What can I do for you?" He asked.
Lamerin looked into his eyes. Those big jewel-like eyes were too beautiful to be called anything but mesmerizing.
"I'd like to talk to you. Man to… man." He smiled seeing that Harry blushed. "Since a lot of things are connecting us. We should've done this earlier…"
Harry nodded.
"Sit down somewhere." He tried to act cool. Lamerin sat down on Neville's bed.
"I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for what happened this summer. It must have been very scary…"
"More like painful." Harry sighed.
He pulled up his shirt and touched the scar.
Lamerin shivered.
"That's something, man… It's a miracle you're alive…"
"I've experienced a few things." Harry shrugged.
Not to brag, but these thing happened almost every day now.
"You know, while I was held captive and after too, I thought a lot about who I was mistaken for. But I never imagined it to be Professor Snape's son…"
"That's what he's best at. Keeping secrets." Lamerin nodded. "It's almost like he hides the fact that he loves me."
"Don't say that! He's unbelievingly happy to have you back. He was very different back then… He didn't… smile this much, or talk… He even dresses different now! Don't laugh, it's true!" Smiled Harry.
"I see you know my father well."
"Well, I had the opportunity to get to know him this summer. Fortunately…" Harry sighed. "…your father is a good man. Life… and my father weren't easy on him. Don't think he hates you… it's just unusual for him that you're so open. That you're so full of emotions."
"It must be hard to adjust to that. But he's getting there. And that's why I came here." Lamerin stood up. "I think I have to show you something. Do you have a minute?"
"Yeah. Where are we going?"
"Not far. Just somewhere in the castle."
Harry pulled his robes on and nodded.
"Let's go!"
Harry followed the other boy with his hands in his pockets, watching him secretly. Just like his father, Lamerin also wasn't very tall, about average. Because of that he was very close to Harry's height. Thanks to the sun or love Harry grew quite a bit during summer.
Looking at Lamerin's long, ebony hair then his, he noticed that they were the same color. Their skin was very similar too. Their pace and eyes were different, but other than that they looked quite alike.
"It's strange how similar we are…"
He coughed.
"Look, you…"
He started but Lamerin stopped him. On the corner he peaked at the other corridor. Harry crouched and looked out too.
He was surprised to see Professor Snape and Rowena standing there.
"What's this?" He looked up at Lamerin questioningly.
"That's what we have to talk about." He said and pulled the other boy back. "I have to know how you think of Professor Dareling."
Harry shivered. Great. He managed to survive two days in the common room without anyone asking about what happened. Even his best friends didn't force it. And now…
The desperation must have shown on his face, because Lamerin started to explain.
"I'm not thinking about what happened a few days ago. I didn't mean to upset you, sorry. I'm just curious about… how you feel. Because she was engaged to your godfather…"
Harry blinked once. Twice.
"I… don't really understand…"
"Would you… mind…" The older boy tried to explain. "…if… Professor Darelin found happiness… with someone else?"
Harry frowned, thinking hard then smiled.
"Oh! You mean…" But he couldn't continue, because Lamerin covered his mouth.
"Are you crazy? Quiet!"
"Sorry. You mean that your father and her… so... really?" He grinned.
"Well… I don't really know yet. As I said, dad is good at keeping secrets."
They peeked again.
Severus held the woman's hands, their foreheads touched and they looked at each other with passion.
"They're cute." Harry said. "Why won't he kiss her?"
"Because of you."
Harry almost fell over.
"What do you mean?"
"They are afraid of you freaking out."
"Where did they get that from?"
"So you don't mind!?" Lamerin said relieved.
"Why would I?"
"Sirius Black was your godfather, who you loved very much… Someone my father hated more than anyone else. But he respects your and Miss. Dareling's feelings deeply, and doesn't want to cause you pain."
"I… didn't think of that…" Harry said.
"He's afraid of you thinking of this as a sort of revenge…"
"That's stupid!"
"Quiet!"
"Sorry! Look, I can't tell them, but you should imply to them that I have nothing against it. Professor Dareling and I are not relatives. And I don't think I have the right to choose who she can be happy with. Only Sirius could. But… he's not here anymore." Turned Harry to the pair again and sighed.
Lamerin put a hand on his shoulder.
"Look!" Harry pointed toward the teachers.
Severus and Rowena brushed lips together lightly for a moment. The boys were too far away to see the blush on their faces. Snape kissed the woman's forehead she then nuzzled her head in his neck. They were silently standing in the sunny corridor.
The boys looked at each other and grinned.
"What do you think of the Snapes and the Potters being friends from now on?" Harry suggested.
"Try convincing Dad with this stuff." Lamerin chuckled. "But I like the idea."
Next morning there was a knock on the door of Snape's quarters. Lamerin almost fell over in his haste to open it. A boy in black Muggle clothes with long black hair was grinning at him. He looked around and let him in. The visitor gave him a black bag, identical to his. Lamerin went to his room, leaving the other to look around.
Snape appeared a few moments later, drying his face with a towel.
"Are you going somewhere?" He asked his son.
The boy turned around and grinned. The smiled vanished from the professor's face.
"Who are you?"
"Shit!" Harry sighed in annoyance.
"Harry! It's you!" Severus said a little embarrassed. "Why did you change your appearance?"
But he couldn't scold the boy, because a person just like him came out of his son's room."
"What the…?" They looked like twins. "Tell me! What's going on?"
"Come on, Dad, we're just going to hang out!" One of them said.
"Don't even think about it. What's this disguise? Even your clothes are similar."
"Oh, professor, it's just a little game…"
"I see you enjoy playing with your father." Severus was offended. "You don't care about how I feel, how much I love you and… what's so funny?" He smiled at the laughing boys.
"I love you too, Dad." One of the boys stepped closer.
"Me too, me too!" The other shouted.
"Very funny." The professor shook his head but couldn't be angry with them. "What are you up to?"
"Just a little prank. Would you tell us the password to the Slytherin common room?"
"Why would I?"
"Because you love us!"
"It's enough to look at you to know that you're up to no good. And what are in your bags? I bet it's Dungbomb! I knew it! I've had enough of the smelly jokes, Harry! The Slytherin corridors are fouler than a stable. If you would have to spend a night in a place like this you would think twice about these pranks!"
"Well, the air up there is much clearer."
"We won't do that, Dad. It'll be good, you'll see! If you don't tell on us. But you would… never do that, right?" He stepped even closer.
"Hey!"
"And you'll have the whole morning off!" Lamerin smiled.
"I don't like that expression…"
"Reminds you of you?"
Snape rolled his eyes.
"Maleficum."
"Thank you!" The boys ran out.
"We'll bring you butterbeer for this, Dad!"
"What?" The man shouted. He ran after them but they already disappeared.
He was standing in the door, leaning against the door frame then smiled. He shook his head and returned to his room.
"This cloak is magnificent, Harry!" Lamerin said.
They were getting closer to their destination under the invisibility cloak.
"It's so soft! It's made of some kind of animal, right?"
"I've no idea…"
"And these patterns! Amazing!"
"I see you like it…"
"It's cool! And you can play the murderer with knife well with it! Like in the 'Psycho'!"
"What?"
"You know…"
He pulled out his wand and reached out with it like he was about to strike down. Only his hand could be seen because of the invisibility cloak.
"You're insane!"
Harry couldn't stop laughing.
"Why, it'd be a really good prank!"
"Ssshhh! Hannah's coming!"
They got out of the Hufflepuff prefect's way and waited until she disappeared.
"Do you think the password your father gave us is the right one?"
"I hope so! Otherwise we'll sleep with clip on our noses!"
Harry couldn't stop laughing.
"It's here!"
"Have you ever been in there?"
"Just once, four years ago. Ron and I managed to get in. Hermione made Polyjuice potion for us and we turned into Crabbe and Goyle, and Malfoy let us in."
"Good! Then you know your way around there!"
"Well, not really… I haven't seen the bedrooms." Harry whispered as they were getting closer to the portrait.
"It's okay. We'll find it somehow."
"Maleficum!" Harry said.
The portrait seemed scared that someone invisible said the password.
"Who's this? Show yourself!"
"Shit! It won't open up!"
"I didn't think of this…"
"Now what? How do we get in?"
"Who is it?" The portrait asked again.
"We're such amateurs! What's plan B?"
"Do you think we can get in by cutting it out of the frame?"
They stopped talking when the portrait started screaming and shouting. They held their breaths for a minute.
"Murderers! MURDERERS!" The portrait cried, waking up everyone around them.
The door opened and the Slytherins came out.
"What the hell are you shouting for, you idiot?" Goyle asked.
"They want to KILL ME!"
Fortunately, the Slytherins started to laugh too, because the two boys could barely keep their voice down. Some of them left to the great hall, leaving place for boys to get in. Just a few people remained in the common room. Two third years and three fifth year girls, but they left to their room.
"Now or never." Lamerin whispered.
They went to the opposite way.
"Pretty…" Harry commented.
"Who? The girl on the picture?"
"No!" Harry smiled. "The common room. It's nice and all."
"I think it's a little too much…"
"Look!" Harry pointed toward a plate on one of the doors.
D. Malfoy, B. Zabini, , G. Goyle, T. Nott
"Wow." Lamerin whistled. "That' one hell of a room…"
"Let's go in!"
They opened the door and fortunately there was no one there, so they entered.
"Let's take off the cloak."
"I hope their trunks are not locked…" Harry said as he pulled out a pair of gloves.
He stepped to the one that read D.M..
"Well, Draconius, let's see your dirty laundry…"
While Lamerin looked at Crabbe's and Goyle's stuff, Harry tried to rummage through Malfoy's thing undetected. Then he found the boys underwears.
An evil smile appeared on his face.
"Hey, that was my leg…"
"Sorry. Where do we put it?"
"On the wall across the Great Hall. There…"
"Watch out, watch out!" Lamerin pulled Harry to the wall.
It was late at night; no one was on the corridors except the patrolling teachers and the prefects. Hermione and Anthony appeared on the corridor, but left soon.
"They almost caught us. Hermione knows about the cloak but Goldstein doesn't… It would have been hard to explain…"
"Okay, okay. Now sit on my shoulder!"
"Can you hold me? I'm pretty heavy…"
"Not heavier than me… You couldn't hold me for sure! Come on!"
Lamerin knelt down and Harry sat on his shoulder. Wobbly though, they managed to stand up. The cloak being small Lamerin's legs were visible but the darkness hid them well.
"Wand at a ready!" He whispered.
He pulled out his too.
"Vingardium leviosa!" He whispered and silk underpants floated in front of him.
"It's your turn! Come on!"
"Magifix or Eternifix?"
"Eternifix! Eternifix!"
"Are you crazy? How would that look? Draconius' briefs would stay here forever!"
"Gross!"
"Think about it! That'd be one of a sight. Anyone who enters would see this and…"
"Okay, okay, you convinced me! Just do it!"
Harry used the Magifix spell to glue everything needed.
"Done!"
"Let's go!"
"Longbottom! Stop! You're not allowed to run on the corridors!"
"Neville, run!" Dean shouted.
"You need to see this!" Seamus on the front said.
A small crowd gathered in front of the entrance of the Great Hall. Harry didn't run like his friends. He was walking hand in hand with Ginny, who was wearing one of her favorite black dresses. It was barely noticeable under her robes.
They were laughing about a joke as they reached the crowd.
"What is it?" The girl stood on her tip-toes. "What's everyone looking at?"
"I don't know…" Harry said with pretended innocence.
The students up front were laughing and letting others closer.
Silk underwear was glued on the wall with Malfoy's initials on it. Under it was something else. A parchment with the following message.
I quit!
My negligent and arrogant master's
rear end I don't wish to see anymore!
Looking for a new loyal owner,
an orphaned underwear.
"What's happening here?" Snape arrived with Remus and McGonagall.
Upon seeing the message on the wall he couldn't say anything. He looked at Harry, who shrugged innocently. His son looked at him the same way.
"What's happening here? Out of my way!" Malfoy pushed two Hufflepuff students away.
His face turned red when he saw his own underwear on the wall, not really noticing the message under it.
"Take it off! Take it off!" He yelled to his minions, who tried to reach it then fell on each other. The crowd just kept laughing.
Here it is! I really like Lamerin. He's a really mischievous boy.
The next chapter is called 'Changes'
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