It was quite late when Ariel Apparated to Hogwarts with Snape, clutching his arm tightly as she tried not to stumble over her own feet once they'd landed. Apparating, no matter how many times she did it, made her feel like she'd been put through a blender.

"Ugh," Ariel scrubbed at her face. "That never gets easier."

Snape pretended he hadn't heard her, lifting his hand to slowly wave it over the massive iron gates. They opened with a loud creeeak and a glimmer of something that looked like starlight. She could see the light reflected in Snape's bottomless black eyes as he stared, like he was waiting for something to go wrong, but it didn't. The path in front of them was dimly lit with lamp posts, their light flickering at them as if they were greeting an old friend.

The last time Ariel had taken this road with Snape had been when he'd rescued her from the Dursleys, when she'd broken the Blood Wards. That day felt like a lifetime ago. She breathed in the summer air and the words I'm home again fluttered to the front of her mind. Home — I'm home.

"Stay close," Snape threw over his shoulder at her. Ariel hurried after him only for a moment before slowing down, wanting to take in the scenery. The trees, reaching their branches high towards the starry night sky, swayed gently in the summer breeze. It felt good to be outside, after almost two weeks of being a secret tucked inside of Snape's house.

A plume of smoke was reaching towards the sky in the distance, through a break in the trees. Ariel knew it could only be one person.

"Hagrid!" she grinned. "Can we —"

"It's midnight," Snape said, his tone clearly insinuating that he thought she'd lost her mind. "Absolutely not."

Ariel pouted only briefly before hurrying after Snape. Her mood had significantly improved since landing, glad to be back at Hogwarts, even if it was to make sure she wasn't murdered in her bed (not that she slept in it, anyway).

Ariel jogged to Snape's side, nudging him. "Can we take the long way, then?"

"What part of 'it's midnight' did you not understand?"

She scowled. "It's not like I'm going to sleep anyway."

"Yes, you are." he glowered down at her. "I'll give you a damn sedative if I have to, but we're not prolonging this day any longer."

"It's not today, though." Ariel pointed out. "You just said it's midnight. That means it's tomorrow."

"With your luck, if we take the long way, I have no doubt we'll run into a dragon or manticore or some other sort of deadly creature." Snape gave her a sideways glare.

Ariel stifled the urge to stick her tongue out at him. "Good thing you're here, then."

She wanted to remark that he would probably scare anything away, but Snape didn't seem to be in the teasing mood. He looked coiled to spring at any moment, like Sirius Black was going to come flying out of the trees with a machete.

Snape didn't say anything to that, keeping up his brisk pace up as Ariel hurried behind him. After Dumbledore had left, Ariel had decided to give him some space, still angry but understanding of the fact that Snape was someone who did not like to not be in control. Sitting around all day to hear news about someone who wanted to murder the person you were harboring was sure to fry anyone's nerves. At the end of the day, Ariel was happy she wasn't being shipped back to Privet Drive — that she was still with her father, however ornery he may be.

Ariel wasn't too concerned about Sirius Black showing up. Maybe it was the fact that she'd watched Snape slice Tom Riddle's head clean off his neck without even blinking, but she felt… calmer than she would've expected. Ron and Hermione would have been having a stroke, right about now. She could only imagine what would've happened if she'd been at the Burrow… although, Sirius Black wouldn't have been able to find her there either, would he?

Ariel slowed down, squinting as she made out the castle in the distance. "Is anyone else here?"

"You already answered that question."

She rolled her eyes. "Besides Hagrid."

"The others are still on holiday or are looking for Black." Snape's eyes flickered through the tree line, like he had X-ray vision.

The path forked ahead of them. To the right was a direct trail up to the castle, the left more scenic. Ariel knew this because she'd met Fred and George at the gates a few times, on their way back from Hogsmeade. Ariel and Ron had taken the longer route most days — Hermione joined them sometimes, but only if she was feeling up to it. Ariel imagined that she would've enjoyed hiking if they were allowed to go into the Forest. Sometimes, she forgot just how pretty it was this far up in Scotland, the air fresh and bright and filled to the brim with magic.

"What time is it?" Ariel asked, trying to keep the slyness out of her voice. She inched herself closer to the scenic route.

Snape halted, rubbing his forehead tiredly. "Miss Evans, I have already told you, it's nearly midnight —"

"So it's not midnight yet." Ariel said triumphantly.

His expression did not change. She would have expected him to scowl, but instead, he kept his face completely neutral. The light from the lampposts cast eerie shadows on cheekbones, illuminating that pinprick of light that lived behind his black eyes.

Ariel gestured to the scenic route. "I'll walk fast. C'mon, please?"

"Have you forgotten already that there is a homicidal maniac after you?" Snape bit out.

Ariel shrugged. "No, but he wouldn't have reached Hogwarts yet, would he? After all, he wouldn't know I'm even here yet. It hasn't even been a day."

Snape heaved a sigh, like he was pushing every last inch of breath out of him. "Miss Evans, it has been an excruciatingly long day. I do not have the patience nor the inclination to argue with you right now. I am taking you up to the castle using the direct route, and that is final."

Her face fell. "Fine," Ariel muttered, kicking the dirt. "I guess you're right."

She pushed past him only to feel a firm hand pull her to a sharp stop. When she looked up at Snape, his face was inches from hers. Ariel felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze. It slowly melted off of him, like wax on a candle, until Ariel could see that some of his resolve was slipping.

She felt her lips curving upwards.

Snape let go of her and shook his head, like he was furious and about to let her have it, but Ariel could see that it wasn't directed at her. "Any sort of trouble —"

"There won't!" Ariel tried to swallow her smile. "I'll stay close and won't run off, I promise."

Snape growled, stalking forward with a dismissive crack of his robes. "Let's go. We haven't got all night, despite what you think."

The air was alive with the scents of woodsmoke and wildflowers. Ariel could see fireflies flying beneath the low branches as they passed by a low thicket of trees. Further ahead, she could make out the faint orange glow of the fire from Hagrid's hut, making a mental note to bring something for Fang if Snape let her go and see him. Snape seemed to have relaxed, if only slightly; despite maintaining a brisk pace, he occasionally allowed himself to stop and glance around at their surroundings with pointed disinterest.

Ariel cupped the fireflies in her hand, enjoying the feel of them tickling her fingers and palms, trying not to stray too close to the tree line. Every time she did that, Snape would jerk closer, like there was some sort of magnetic connection between them pulling them together.

"This is not a solution." Snape said suddenly, the firefly Ariel had managed to capture fluttering away as she turned in surprise.

"What is?" Ariel asked, cocking her head. She prowled low to the bushes, looking for more.

Snape made a sound of annoyance. "You know what."

"I really don't."

Ariel heard him stop, the crunchcrunchcrunch of his boots disappering making her realize just how quiet it really was. "This time last year you were doing well in your Occlumency practice. Why have you stopped?"

She didn't like this question very much. She shrugged. "Maybe I'm just no good at it."

"You and I both know that's not true." Snape said, in a very no-nonsense sort of voice, one that took Ariel off guard.

Ariel turned to face him, putting her hands on her hips. "Are you admitting that I might be good at something, then?"

"I'm sure you are good at a great many things."

Ariel couldn't believe her ears. "Who are you and what have you done with Snape?"

He scoffed, looking away. "You simply don't put in the appropriate amount of effort."

If Ariel had a galleon for every time he'd said that to her, she'd need a second vault at Gringotts. "I try, Occlumency doesn't come as easily to me as it does for you."

"Because instead of asking," Snape interrupted in a loud voice. "you settle. You do not seek it out, only expect it based on your own merit, which is limited, given your… upbringing."

Ariel blinked. "Are you calling me stupid?"

"Limited." he enunciated each syllable, like she was actually stupid.

She bristled. "You get angry when I ask for help. You hate teaching."

"You shove your nose into things and expect my praise and undivided attention. It is annoyingly Gryffindor-esque."

She bit her lip, not wanting to admit that maybe he was right, but also not wanting to get into a row with him. "What does this have to do with Occlumency?"

"It would allow you to sleep… uninterrupted."

The suggestion was like a slap to the face, and Ariel felt her cheeks flush. She kept her chin up, pretending that Snape's words meant nothing to her. "I can sleep just fine, thanks."

Snape shook his head, almost in disgust. "Your continual lack of self-control is baffling."

Ariel crossed her arms at him. "Then why bother bringing it up?" she shot back.

Snape's eyes narrowed at her, and she could feel the tension in the air thickening between them. "You will never learn."

"Maybe," Ariel retorted, her voice equally as sharp as Snape's had been. "Maybe this is just who I am."

Snape scoffed. "It does not have to be, and it is your obstinate refusal to put in the effort that is causing you to suffer."

Anger lashed at her, like whip being brandished, little flecks of pain digging into her heart. "You're one to talk." she mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked sharply, the force of his words swung at her like a Stunner.

"Nothing, nothing…"

Ariel marched ahead of him, the air still, like it was waiting with bated breath for the next word. The fireflies even seemed to have fled, leaving Ariel to walk ahead of Snape in silence, kicking sticks and rocks and dirt with her boots. She could have sworn that the trees were curling into themselves, the thicket darkening, leaves stilling.

"Miss Evans."

There was something about the way Snape said her name — like he'd meant to say something else. Ariel turned to face him, her chest feeling raw. Why did he have to bring this up now?

"It is — not your fault." Snape sounded like his mouth was full of shrapnel. "Any of it — all of it. Ginevra Weasley and the Dark Lord. Black — I won't let him touch you. He will not infiltrate this castle the way the Dark Lord has in the past."

Ariel just stared at him. Sirius Black must really have been dangerous, because Snape was talking in a way that only seemed to happen when she was in imminent danger. Only this time, he wasn't screaming at her or threatening to expel her or take House Points.

Ariel's body went cold all over.

Ginny's gone to see Mind Healers; she won't be back for the rest of term —

Mrs Weasley's arms around Ariel's shoulders as she sobbed at the train station — your poor girl, your poor thing —

Dear Ginny, if you get this, that Tom Riddle was a real piece of work, especially if he ended up turning into Voldemort, who's a complete creep —

Finding Fred sitting alone in an alcove — I teased her about that diary and never realized why she got so upset —

Snape went on, almost mercilessly. "I should have made sure that this was understood."

It is because of me, Voldemort wants me dead, and he'll do whatever it takes to make that happen —

Ariel couldn't say any of that, though. Instead, she nodded weakly. She wondered why Snape was saying all of this now, months after everything had happened. He'd never said anything like this — never — not in the quiet nights in his quarters or the sleepless ones that followed her to Cokeworth.

Maybe it was because Black was coming to kill her… maybe Ariel should be more frightened, if it was making Snape say stuff like this.

Snape didn't wait for Ariel to answer as he started ahead of her, which caused her to almost sag with relief. She couldn't put into words what she was feeling — what it meant — what it all had done to her heart — what it had done to the magic that was supposed to help. Sometimes, Ariel wondered if she would ever be half as strong as he was — as Mum had been. Mum had fought in battles and stood in between Ariel and Voldemort. Snape had killed for her — Snape had done things no one else had. The basilisk had only been because of Fawkes — Ariel would have been dead without him… Ginny, too. Maybe even Hermione — after Ariel had put her in danger —

She walked slowly behind Snape, wanting to call out to him and say something, but the lump in Ariel's throat was too tight for her to talk. She couldn't even swallow as her eyes swept over the tree line, frowning when she realized that the lampposts seemed to have dimmed as well, the orange light burning lower.

And then something… shifted.

Snape seemed to have noticed it too because he stopped short, Ariel's nose smashing into his back. His arm quickly curled around her shoulders, so quickly that she almost stumbled, but he caught her. He swore under his breath and lifted his wand.

"Come," his voice was brittle and cold, filling up the hollows of her bones — or it was the air — something had changed. "We should have gone straight to the castle, dammit —"

Ariel wanted to ask what was happening but there was a pressure building inside of her, like a dam about to burst. It was so cold, even pressed against Snape's side like a vise, her heart hammering like a timpani. Ariel felt scared — terrified, even — but she didn't know why.

Something was opening, unlocking, unfurling, like a vault deep inside her was cracking open.

"What — what is that?" Ariel strangled out. Her heart felt like it was trying to escape through her throat.

Snape's arm pressed tighter against her shoulders, but she couldn't barely feel it, could barely see past the black that was starting to engulf her. As Ariel squinted ahead, into the fog that had begun to descend in front of them, she heard it —

someone was screaming —

She knew that someone, someone trapped in the fog, or maybe they had been trapped in the vault of her heart —

Ariel didn't have time to contemplate this as she fell into inky blackness.

Severus was thankful that the castle was deserted. It made the situation he found himself in — walking (running) through the halls with the girl in his arms — far less stressful.

It was not, however, entirely free of stress. The Dementors' influence was dripping through his Occlumency, like cracks in a roof, drip drip dripping their way into his mind. Memories of Lily's hatred, of Potter and her walking through the halls while Potter leered at him —

Something the matter, Sniv?

You've chosen your path

Hide them hide them all

The dark of a closet, scratching the paint and drywall off until his fingernails bled —

Have another, Tobias, it's never stopped you before

Drink it all away, drink every last penny

You have a choice, I have never had that, I would have chosen more than this

And then the girl burning in Dumbledore's office, the night Severus had nearly gotten her killed —

Are you happy?

I'm all alone

No please, please don't, PLEASE

By the time Severus made it into his quarters, his hands and lips had gone numb. The only thing he could feel was the girl's head lolled into the crook of his neck, as though it had been designed perfectly for that very reason. He fought through the memories, seeping through his Occlumency, smudging reality like water falling onto fresh ink, the blackness seeping lower and lower and focused on the warmth in his arms.

Severus gently lowered the girl onto his leather sofa. He'd seen her asleep plenty of times before, but this time, her face was twisted into a grimace, as if she were having a nightmare.

Fucking Dementors. Motherfucking Black — Black Black Black —

After a quick Diagnostic Spell and a cigarette, Severus felt himself spelling Dreamless Sleep into the girl's stomach, hoping that it worked. He'd been working on strengthening the dosage, only for when the girl really needed it, like tonight. He needed a moment to collect himself, to steady his mind and resolve before she awakened.

He could only imagine what the Dementors had ripped from her consciousness, pooled in her mind so heavily that she had drowned under its weight. Severus had never seen someone faint outright — there was normally a more… visceral reaction to their influence. He rapped once on his desk to summon a mug of hot chocolate for when the girl woke up, casting a Stasis Charm on it to keep it warm. Lily's picture watched with worried eyes, her head craning to see the girl on the couch. Severus turned her around briefly so she could see, sighing when he met Lily's look of outrage and panic at not being able to see Miss Evans anymore.

"She's fine," Severus muttered. "She's only sleeping."

Lily jostled the baby in her arms and nodded, but the worry lines did not fade from her face.

When the expression on Lily's face only intensified after some time had passed, Severus found himself standing over Miss Evans again, studying her. He hadn't intended to, but he noticed that the girl was starting to resemble Lily a little less — it wasn't noticeable unless one was looking for it, as Severus often did. He found himself searching her face for glimpses of himself, afraid of them emerging. The eyes were damnable enough, but there was a thinness starting to set in, a sharpness that came with maturity. She was still young — so young, not even thirteen a full day — but Severus saw it growing and it reminded him of his mother.

He looked more like his mother than his father — unless he didn't shave. Then it was a startling reminder that his father had unfortunately contributed to his gene pool, apart from the addiction. Severus had inherited that in the form of Dark Magic and cigarettes. The difference was that Severus acknowledged it. The last time he hadn't shaved had been after Lily had died and Severus had wasted away in solitude for nearly three months. The first time he'd looked into a mirror and saw his father looking back, he'd smashed the mirror and nearly bled out on the bathroom floor.

Miss Evans stirred in her sleep. She shouldn't have been dreaming, but it could have been the lingering effects of the Dementors, rendering the Dreamless Sleep less effective. Severus sighed and sat down on the coffee table across from the girl, watching her closely. She did not move again, but it was then that Severus noticed that she looked paler than usual.

Severus touched her cheek with his thumb, her skin cold to the touch. He found himself leaving his hand there, watching her chest rise and fall, for an inordinate amount of time.

Suddenly, Lily's voice echoed in Severus's mind — a memory — one he had never recovered —

Don't touch me, Severus —

Light flickering through the window, a rush of sheets —

Then Obliviate me, make certain there is no place for regret —

There is no place for anything in your heart, if you won't turn —

Severus withdrew his hand, as though he'd been burned. Something roiled inside of him, something coming up from the depths, and he didn't know what was worse — the fact that he didn't understand it or that he did and could not face it.

He pulled out another cigarette from his trousers and lit it, smoke filling his lungs and obscuring his thoughts. He didn't want to think right now. He didn't want to feel anything, but the image of Lily's body beside him continued to creep into his mind.

Severus was grateful that the girl was still asleep. He couldn't face her now, not in this state. Instead, he focused on his breathing, trying to calm down, slowly rebuilt and reinforced his Shields. The memory faded, leaving behind a dull ache that he was all too familiar with.

Fucking Dementors, Jesus Christ —

He took another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly. He couldn't afford to fall apart now. The girl needed him, even if he didn't know how to be. He didn't want her to see him like this — vulnerable — not when he'd already lost his wits with her after receiving Dumbledore's letter. The guilt had furled in his gut — but he was the only one who cared for the girl — the only one who held her safety above all other things. She had never seen that — she had only seen the cruelty of his heart.

Severus extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and pulled himself out of the trance. He rose from the coffee table, intending to retreat back to his desk when he noticed something that almost caused him to stumble.

A door had been added to his quarters that had not been there before. It was nearly concealed by the shadows, but it was definitely there. Severus stared at it for a long time, not quite believing what he was seeing. It looked suspiciously similar to the one that led to his bedchambers.

He rubbed his face for a long time. "What the hell is that?" he muttered into his hands, already knowing the answer. "Of all the things —"

He lit another cigarette.

Ariel awoke in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. There was a Slytherin green canopy above her, the sheets the same color. The furniture was dark mahogany — Ariel only knew this because Aunt Petunia had a dining room set that was the same color wood — with a vaulted stone ceiling. There was an expensive looking carpet with medieval figures adorning it, a princess in a tower with a knight kneeling far below, holding a rose. Stars were scattered high above them, a crescent moving hanging between them.

Her trunk sat in the corner, her wand on the nightstand. There was a door just in front of her bed that resembled the one that led to Snape's bedroom, the doorknob ornate brass with a green emerald in the middle. Ariel blinked uncomprehendingly for a few seconds, her brain desperately trying to play catch-up. She wasn't in Snape's bedroom, was she? No — she couldn't have been, there was no way —

The door creaked open, Snape's head appearing. Ariel just stared at him, feeling clammy and weak as she swallowed, trying to clear the fog from her mind. She felt like she was made of putty, her head filled with fog.

"What happened?" Ariel croaked.

"You fainted." Snape said sharply. "Here — this will help."

He walked in, handing her a mug of something steaming that smelled sweet. Ariel inhaled slowly and took a hesitant sip, finding that it was hot chocolate. It made her head feel slightly clearer, warming her all the way down to her toes, and so she finished it before wiping off her lip and setting the mug on the nightstand beside her.

She sat up, still feeling pretty awful, like she'd had a bad flu. "How long was I —"

"You slept through the night."

Ariel stared at him. "I did?"

"I believe I told you that I would sedate you, if need be."

She scowled at him. "Not fair." she sat up, her elbows feeling wobbly. "Why do I feel like I got hit by a bus?"

Snape tilted her head up with his fingers, touching her forehead and trailing down the side of her face, testing the thin skin around her eyes and temple. He had her follow his finger with her eyes before giving an affirming nod, almost to himself. Ariel sat and watched, scrambling to remember what had happened. As Snape drew his wand and started running other spells on her, she pictured the trail up to Hogwarts — Snape's words clogging her ears, and then infinite blackness, someone screaming from the depths —

At the memory of the voice Ariel felt her breathing hitch. Snape must've heard it too, before he knelt down so that he was at eye-level with her and pointed his wand at her heart.

Her insides turned to ice, heartbeat in triple time. "Wait — wait —"

"Lumos," Snape murmured.

Ariel squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the pain to rip through her chest, but it never came. She popped open one eye to find Snape staring at her, eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth set in a tight line.

"Nothing happened," she whispered, almost to herself. Relief flooded through her like a river until she noticed that Snape's frown had deepened.

"When was the last time you used the potion?" he demanded. His voice was so low she could feel the vibration in her chest.

Ariel hesitated. "Not in a while… months, I guess."

Snape growled and stood up. "It's likely to have run out by now. You'll need more."

He stood, towering over her, his black eyes scouring her face like he was getting ready to interrogate her, but he didn't. His hand raised, like he was about to check her face again for — for whatever it was he'd been doing. When he turned, Ariel feeling her chest go cold again, that secret place in the cavern in her heart expelling the terror and anguish held in the scream she'd heard, a scream from a voice she recognized, but it couldn't have been —

"Wait," she grabbed his wrist. "Don't go. Please."

He stared at her, his expression twisted in disbelief. "I will only be a moment —"

"I — I heard a woman screaming." she was unable to keep the tremor from her voice. "On the path. She was screaming like she — she was in danger. Like she was scared."

Ariel could see Snape disappear inside himself, then, and she felt like screaming herself. Behind the Occlumency, she could see the curtain rising, higher and higher, until nothing was left but cold, unfeeling indifference.

And in that moment, Ariel knew what she suspected to be true.

"Why did I hear a woman screaming?" Ariel whispered. Why did I hear her — why did I hear her like that —

Snape looked strained, like Ariel was harboring some deadly disease and he didn't want to get too close. "Dementors," he finally said, in a voice like winter, biting and unforgiving. "The guards of Azkaban. They are the reason you fainted. They've come in search of Black, I'd imagine."

Ariel was momentarily bewildered. "Why would they come here? Shouldn't they be looking for him?"

"Because you are what Black is looking for." There was a sharp clink, making Ariel jump. When she looked at the mug, there was a crack deepening along the side of it.

"But — but what are they?" she tried to swing her legs off the bed, but Snape pushed her back gently — not that it wouldn't have taken much, he was much bigger than her — and sat himself beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Ariel shivered and inched closer to him, desperate to get warm, draping the green quilt around her shoulders.

Snape sighed, not looking at her. Something must've been really interesting about the empty walls, because his eyes were boring into them the way Hermione read a book. "They are soulless creatures that feed on positive emotions, leaving you with only those which you would rather forget."

Ariel's heart skipped a beat. It sounded like something out of a nightmare – a creature that fed on happiness and left you with nothing but despair. She couldn't imagine anything more terrifying.

"How — how do you stop them?" she asked, her voice shaking around the edges, the vault of her heart shuddering with mounting realization.

Snape remained silent for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the wall. When he finally turned to her, his face was grim. "There is only one effective method," he said, his voice cold and hard. "It varies from wizard to wizard, but it is the only way to defend yourself against them." his eyes finally lowered themselves to look at her. "The potion I gave you — the Charm that was used — is one of them. It will not completely eradicate them or fend them off the way the actual Charm would, but it will free you of their influence."

Ariel felt like she was in freefall. She'd never felt so vulnerable in her entire life — not when Quirrell's hands had been around her throat, not when Tom had grabbed her and hissed threats in her ear, not when the basilisk had come barreling out of Slytherin's mouth —

"How far back can they make you remember?" she asked quietly, instantly regretting the question.

Snape closed his eyes for a moment, a look of intense concentration crossing his features. When he opened them again, they were filled with a sadness that made Ariel's heart stutter. "It is difficult to say. They have the power to make you remember things you had forgotten — things that are best left forgotten."

Ariel hugged herself tighter as Snape dropped his gaze again, lost in thought. She felt like crying but she couldn't, the urge locked up in the vault, taking the place of the memory.

She stared at her hands, flexing her fingers as she tried to steady her breathing and closed her eyes. Snape had accused her of abandoning practicing her Occlumency and he was right — she had never regretted anything more, wanting to shove the memory within the depths of the ocean, watch it choke and sputter until it died. The helplessness, the fear gripping at her like a current could so easily be turned to her own advantage, but she was lost in it, locked in its unforgiving grip, until —

There was a hand touching her, reaching out and pushing a strand of hair behind Ariel's ear.

Snape's touch was gentle, like he was trying to soothe that fear in her that even she couldn't name. The look on his face — an expression of deep sorrow mixed with a strange sort of understanding — the light beating in the far corners of his endless eyes — told her that he knew exactly what she had heard. She wondered if her eyes reflected his own, a copy, a mirror.

Snape drew Ariel into him. The vault cracked right down the middle.

"Let it out, my girl." he said.

And Ariel had to.

A/N: Dementors! Depression! We love PoA!

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