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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 32 – The confession (part 2)

Lamerin watched silently as Harry dragged his jeans up. He smiled at the boy's underwear that was painted with inappropriate pictures and looked away when Harry turned around.

"How did you get that cut on your chin?"

"Oh," he shook his head, "I was shaving…"

"It's almost time for me to do that too…"

"I hate it so much… Someday, I'll cut myself and bleed out. Why can't we get rid of these hair with some other method? Don't you have some tip from the girls? Like Hermione?"

Harry grinned at him.

"I'm not that good with ladies' stuff. And if I asked Hermione this, she'd kick my lights out."

They both smiled at the image of an aggressive Hermione.

"Look it up in the library. Madame Pince will certainly help."

"No way! That'd be awkward, but I'm afraid there's no other way," he sighed. "I'll just tell her it's for Dad!"

"You're out of your mind…" A shocked smile appeared on Harry's face, while Lamerin looked at Dean's Westham poster he pulled out a sweater.

"I'm almost ready… I just have to find some socks!" He pulled out a black pair of them and put them on before stepping into his shoes. Getting his robe and bag, he motioned the young Snape to follow him.

"Okay, let's go!"

By the time they reached the common room Harry had looked decent.

"Did you bring the map and the cloak?"

"Sure, everything's here," Harry touched his bag. "Let's go to the kitchen! I'll explain things to you on the way."

"Then how is that coin working?" Lamerin watched the fake Galleon.

"It's charmed. It was Hermione's idea. I touch my wand to it, write the date of the next training and it appears on the others' Galleons too. And those who have time that day, come."

"How did they react to you giving me one?"

"They don't know it yet." Harry grinned. "Listen, don't worry!" he continued more seriously. "They won't have any objections."

"But my father is a Slytherin… Oh yeah! Are there any Slytherins there?"

"Not yet… But that doesn't mean you can't join. It doesn't matter which house you came from. Though there are no new members since last year. They all joined at once. Umbridge's unfairness unite us back then and those who weren't afraid of changing things stood by us."

"Us or you?" Lamerin asked. "If I'm right, you're their leader. It's impossible to miss the similarities."

"Similarities between me and…?"

"You and Voldemort. When you finish school, the DA members will follow you to fight. You are the future generation of wizards and Aurors, even if not all of you are aiming to be one," he said, not giving Harry time to protest. "That must've been what the Minister was afraid of; a new fighter generation getting out of Hogwarts."

"But we wouldn't do things that are unfair! We started this to protect ourselves!"

"No doubt about that. But will you say the same thing if a new Voldemort rises from someone you used to trust?" Lamerin asked quietly.

Harry didn't know how to respond.

"Be careful with this new power of yours. It comes with great responsibility."

"Don't say such complicated things…" Harry sighed. "You make me not wanting to do it anymore."

"Oh, come on…" his friend sighed with a smile on his face. "That wasn't my intention. I only wanted to help… Is the kitchen far?"

"No, we're already here."

"Well, I don't smell the dinner here…"

"You have to open the door for that," Harry winked. "Come, here's the entrance! You have to tickle the fruit."

When the kitchen's door appeared, Lamerin shook his head.

"Who came up with this…?"

"Cool, huh?" Harry ran down the stairs. "Dobby? Dobby, are you here? He's a house elf," he whispered to the other boy. "He's nice. Dobby?"

"Harry Potter, sir," the bizarre-looking elf approached them, wearing colorful clothes.

"I've never seen an elf looking this well-kempt!" Lamerin said in amazement.

"Harry Potter sir visits Dobby! Dobby's happy!"

"Hello, Dobby. He is my friend, Lamerin. Professor Snape's son."

Hearing the Potions Master's name made most of the elves shiver. "A friend of Harry Potter sir's is a friend of Dobby's," Dobby announced loudly.

"Thank you," the boy smiled.

"But Harry Potter sir, where is your weasey?"

"Weasey…?"

"Ron," Harry whispered. "Ron's busy now, Dobby. But I want to bring him some food. You know how much he eats…"

"Oh, Harry Potter sir, right away!" The house elf started to run around. On a nearby table, there was a plate of drumsticks, corn and sliced bread, and a few bottles of pumpkin juice.

"Cool…" the two boys' mouth watered at the sight.

"Dobby, can't you wrap it in something to keep it warm?"

The elf obliged as he brought baskets and put everything in them. The pumpkin juice bottles the boy put in their bags.

"Thank you very much!" They bowed while leaving and the elves waved happily.

"Wow, I think I'll come here again someday," Lamerin's eyes shined. "Do they have sweets?"

"Oh yeah! And Butterbeer too!"

"Butterbeer!"

"Well, the plan is. I'll give you the map and hide under the Cloak with the baskets and walk next to you. You keep watching," Harry explained briefly.

"Sounds good… We can switch if you're tired."

"Okay. We have to hurry, because Mrs. Norris might smell the food…"

They started their journey and Lamerin, using the map, led the way to the Room of Requirement. From time to time, he asked Harry if he was still there, because he felt weird walking with someone invisible. But they never lost each other.

"Is there anyone nearby?" Harry whispered when they stopped at the corridor where the room was.

"Not a soul…" The other helped him take the cloak off. "But I can't see the door."

"That's easy. Walk around there," he pointed at a spot. "…and think strongly about a place where a group of students can practice spells." Lamerin obeyed while Harry put away the cloak and the map. When the door appeared, they stepped in.

"Harry, at last!" they met with Anthony Goldstein.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked. "We thought won't come."

However, when they saw whom he came with, all of them became silent.

"We brought some food," Harry showed them the baskets of food and the bottles.

"What's going on?" Michael Corner pointed at Lamerin. "Why is he here?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other uneasily. They seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"He's going to train with us when he has the time. And he probably has a lot of spells we don't even know about." Harry answered, not looking at the boy.

"A Snape? The son of a Slytherin?"

Some of them wanted to start eating, but the tension in the room stopped them.

"It's not a good idea… What if he tells on us?" the girl standing next to Marietta asked.

"There's less of a chance of him telling on us than Umbridge coming back as a headmistress." Harry answered flatly.

He saw that Marietta was about to cry, and soon, the girl ran out of the room.

"That's what you wanted?" Cho yelled. "Why do you keep hurting Marietta?"

The others just watched the scene silently.

"Between these two, I'd rather trust a Snape than her, Cho. He never lets me down. On the other hand, because of your friend, the whole group had been in danger. You'd better keep that in mind," Harry hissed.

"Harry's right, Cho," Hermione stepped in when the situation was about to turn worse. "Lamerin's reliable. He won't tell anyone about this…"

"You should have asked us whether you can bring… this in here or not!" Michael Corner continued.

"Him!" Ron murmured, who believed in the young Snape ever since the trip to London. He could have Apparated to save his skin, but he had not left them alone.

"What, Weasley? You're with him too? How many times did his father screw with you since you came here? Or are you still mad about me dumping your sister last year?"

They started yelling and swearing, joined by Ginny and Hermione, and Ron had to be held back by the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects. Harry himself joined in and yelled at the girls in front of him like never before.

"What? Next time you'll bring Draco Malfoy?!"

"Don't you want to tell the teachers too?!"

"We won't exclude those coming from Slytherin, because…"

"No, the Slytherins can't come here!"

"What right do you have to judge him? You didn't even let him open his mouth to say something!"

"Please, wait…"

"His father has screwed with us! He's just like him!"

"I won't tolerate you talking about him like that!"

"I…"

"Filthy Slytherin!"

Hearing this, most of them stopped yelling.

"Please, stop this," Lamerin pleaded sadly. "I… didn't want you to argue because of me… It's really unfair of you, but… I'd rather leave than cause more harm…" He turned to the door.

Triumphant smiles appeared on some of their faces; however Harry's eyes showed pure anger.

"You're not going anywhere!" He yanked his friend back by his arm and Lamerin almost fell over. He hit Harry's back and stood there watching the group.

Harry looked into some of the DA members' eyes with disgust. "What a bunch! And I thought nothing could go wrong. So in the Great Hall, at the table, you were all pretending?" he raised his voice and stood in the middle of the circle. "You pretended to be nice because Professor Snape was there?"

The room was as silent as a grave.

"So that's how it is! It was all a pretense… You make me sick." He continued in a hiss. "Out!" he finally ordered. "I said OUT!"

A few of them flinched at his shouting.

"Get out! Get out, if you don't want to be in a room with a Slytherin! Because he," Harry squeezed Lamerin's arm, "…is staying."

He didn't know whom to look at. He couldn't believe what was happening. Harry wanted to shout all his pain at Cho, or Michael Corner, who took away his girlfriend at the end of last year.

"You think only you can suffer? You think no one would hurt a Slytherin? What about the beatings? This boy was found half-dead in an alley by the Weasley twins! Half-dead, because Death Eaters don't care who you are! They'll hurt anything and anyone who dare to oppose them! Get out, but don't come back even if Malfoy's practicing the Unforgivables on you!"

"That's bullshit!" Corner yelled. "Malfoy doesn't know…"

"DOESN'T KNOW? You really think so? Let me tell you something! This summer, Draco Malfoy used me to practice the Crutiatus curse for days!"

At the mention of the spell, the girls shrieked.

"W-what are you talking about?" Cho looked at him as if he were crazy.

"The Death Eaters caught me in the summer," Harry calmed down a bit and grief appeared in his eyes. "They caught and tortured me for days."

He pulled up his shirt. "Is this evidence enough?"

The scar was still visible on his hip. Some of them paled at the sight and Neville's face turned gray.

"I was there," Ginny stepped into the circle. For a moment, everyone looked at her. "My parents treated him. You don't want to know how worried we were."

"They captured me in his stead." Harry pointed at Lamerin. "They were looking for him…"

"What did they want with him?"

"I grew up among them," Lamerin admitted sadly. "I was a baby when they kidnapped me and killed my mother."

Hearing this, Hannah and Susan paled.

"That's… horrible." Ernie groaned.

"He grew up among them! He knows them better than any of us!" Harry continued persuading the others. "Don't you understand? He must…"

"My parents almost died because of them…" Neville said quietly. At first, everyone looked at him curiously. "The Death Eaters… tortured my parents…" he looked down as he said this. "They tortured them with the Crutiatus curse until they lost their minds…"

Harry looked at Neville sadly, but proudly. The boy never looked at him this honestly before. At last, he could tell the secret he's been hiding for years to his friends.

"They… live in the St. Mungo's… if you could call that living…"

"Then…"

"Then that's why you live with your grandmother," some of them sighed.

"Oh, Neville!" Padma Patil hugged the boy. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

Neville returned the hug, but didn't take his eyes off Harry. "I believe you. Probably that's the reason you're so crazy lately…" he added half smiling, half trying to keep the tears in bay.

Everyone smiled at the bitter words he used to lift the mood. Some of them sniffed and looked at each other.

"You have to believe me," Harry pleaded, a lot calmer now. "Malfoy knows how to torture someone and in time, he'll learn worse things too. We have to join and take care of each other. We have no other choice…"