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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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WARNING: UST yummy UST between our two protagonists. Sirius being a bit of a dog (and I don’t mean in physical form).
Disclaimer: We have no claim on Harry Potter nor any characters or locations thereof. We gain only amusement from writing this.
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Sirius' floating head grinned out of the fireplace in the Room of Requirements at the five assembled teenagers. "Ah it makes me proud, a whole new generation of rule breakers. So you need the spell for animagus compatibility then."
"Yeah, that'd be brilliant." Harry grinned back and was once again struck by how much he missed his godfather, firecalls were all good but nothing like being able to meet with him in person. "Do you remember it?"
Draco put his head closer to the fire. "I've read that it's the animal who chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses his animal form. Is that true?" Draco supposed that it made sense but he was afraid of ending up being something silly...Like a ferret. Oh he would never live it down if that were the case.
"Not quite. See your animagus form is the animal that fits you. It is the animalistic version of your personality. Where the Patronus is what makes you feel safe, the animagus form is who you are. So it's not a choice so much as a natural state. That's why there's the 'compatability' test. Many people, in addition to not having the stuff to be animagi, simply aren't close enough in personality to any one animal to make it work. James was Prongs, a stag, a bit haughty, graceful, possessive, and protective of his 'herd' and I'm the big black dog. I don't think I'm going to share why I'm a dog." His grin was pure canine.
Hermione snorted and deadpanned. "You don't have to, it's fairly obvious."
"Oh I'm wounded."
"Snuffles do you remember the spell or not?"
"Of course I do. Thing to remember about this is the incantation to test for animagus compatibility is different from the one to take your animagus form. This is just the test. The spell is Animal Animam Indicabo. If you're an possible animagi a glowing light form of the basic shape of your animagus form will envelope you."
"Thank you Sirius, we appreciate your help." Harry said with an eyeroll, no he didn't think it was a great mystery to anyone why Sirius' form was a dog. "You wanna stay while we cast the compatibility spell? See if it works?" Harry asked his godfather. "Oh but no betting on what kind of animal, if any, we'll have."
"Of course. I wouldn't bet on this one...except maybe for Draco-OW!" Sirius seemed to look back over his shoulder. "Cissy what was that for?"
A cool, muffled female voice answered out of sight. "You know what for. No picking on my baby."
Hermione's lips twitched and she stepped closer to Draco as Sirius apologized to Narcissa. "I do believe I like your mother. I've only ever seen Remus leash him that quickly before."
Draco smiled though his cheeks had pinkened slightly from the baby comment. "Hello Mother." He called to the fire and then turned to Hermione. "Oh she's had her share of dogs to train, never failed yet."
"Okay who should go first?" Harry asked as he brushed the dust off his knees.
Sirius got into serious mode. "In interest of expediency you could all do it at the same time. OW! Now what was that for?"
"Impatience and not thinking about how your words sound."
The canine animagus was honestly confused, his head tilted to the side and an endearing inquisitive look entered his eyes. "Huh?" A muffled reply came from Narcissa that had those eyes widening and a yelp of, "I'm not that much of a gutterbrain Cissy!" coming from the man.
Hermione rolled her eyes as all the boys in the room, even Neville, had to hide snickers. "Boys, on some level they're all dogs." She looked to the blond next to her. "Since you suggested this, why don't you go first?"
"Okay." Draco took a deep breath and hoped to the fates that it wouldn't be a ferret. "Us Malfoys are never afraid to take the lead." He picked up his wand and swished it through the air. "Animal Animam Indicabo." Draco waited, and waited some more and just when he began to think that he wasn't compatible to to be an animagus there was a thin veil of glittery light floated out of the wand to form the shape of a small animal that turned out to be a cat.
Sirius' voice drawled. "Somehow I'm not surprised. Okay so you're a kitty cat, just remains to be seen what breed which you'll find out when you manage to transform."
Draco hissed at the head in the fire playfully. All in all he was rather pleased with his form, a cat suited him.
"Right I might as well go next then." Ron stood from the armchair he'd been sprawled out in. He said the incantation and just like Draco he waited. It soon became clear that nothing would happen though. "Well that was a bust." Ron was trying to feel if he was disappointed but he honestly didn't feel too broken up about it.
The head in the fireplace smiled at him. "Glad you're not bothered. I think you fall into the latter category of just being too much of a mixed personality bag to have an animal represent you."
Neville stepped forward. "I guess I'll have at it now then, unless someone else wants to go?" He got head shakes all round and cast the spell. Unlike Draco's longer wait, the light formed almost immediately, coalescing into the shape of a badger, much to Neville's pleased amusement. "Well that's good confermation. Always knew I'd be a good Hufflepuff if I hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor."
"You make an excellent Gryffindor though, we're happy you're with us." Harry gave Neville a bright smile. "Okay here goes nothing." Harry cast the spell and while he waited he secretly prayed that he wouldn't be anything in the deer family, though with his luck he'd probably turn out to be a fawn. Harry was relieved when the light veil showed wings and a beak. He couldn't see what sort of bird he was but it was some kind of bird of prey, a rather small one by the looks of it.
Hermione smiled. "A bird of prey. Nothing less for the best seeker Hogwarts has ever seen, not to mention the amount of time you spend with your head up in the clouds." It was said as a gentle tease and had a barking laugh come from the fireplace.
"I can't wait to see what kind of bird you end up as Harry. It does explain why you and Draco never got on well before."
Draco and Harry glared at each other but both of them were grinning too. This was all too exciting to be really crossed with the other. Harry doubted that he would ever be able to stop his rivalry with the other boy, it was a part of who he was now and he believed Malfoy felt the same. They would always try to outdo the other but the malice was gone from their bouts and Harry couldn't say that he missed it.
"Only you left now Granger, don't keep us waiting." Draco poked her in the side, eager to see what form her spell would take.
"Right then." She called out the spell in her usual crisp way and flicked her wand with delicate grace. Much like Draco, the light took some time to appear for her though when it did...She tilted her head to the side. "Is that a dog?"
Neville squinted. "Cat with really long legs maybe?"
"It looks like Crookshanks on steroids." Ron laughed from his chair, wiping the mirth from his eyes.
Harry tilted his head to the side, looking at the shimmering outlines of the animal. "Well it's got big ears, too big for a cat I think."
"It looks a bit like a fox to me." Draco looked at the form carefully. "We had a few foxes living on the grounds of Malfoy manor and this shape reminds me of them."
"He's right. That's a fox or rather," Sirius grinned then started to shake then burst into full-blown laughter that gained odd looks from the teenagers until he finished in a peal of laughter, "Hermione's form is a vixen. OW!" Despite a hand coming into view and smacking him on the head, he continued to laugh, much to Hermione's discomfort.
The brunette's cheeks turned a bright red at the term. It was a technical term for a female fox but it was also a bit embarrassing as she certainly wasn't vixenish in the more contemporary meaning of the word.
Neville was frowning at the laughing Marauder in disapproval and went over to Hermione. "A fox fits. You're clever, have the canid loyalty, quick on your feet, and you have a mischievous streak. Don't let him worry you." He glanced back at the laughing head.
She gave her housemate a, still uncomfortable, thankful smile.
"If you don't stop laughing soon you're gonna get hurt Snuffles." Harry frowned at his godfather. "You're not too old to be neutered you know."
"Listen to Longbottom and not the mutt." Draco stepped closer to Hermione. "Foxes are very clever animals. Much better than some fleabitten dog."
A strident, furious female voice came loudly from the fireplace though its owner wasn't visible. "Sirius Orion Black if you do not stop laughing this instant I will hex you from here to France and back!" Even Draco looked startled by the fact that his mother was shouting before her voice turned frighteningly soft and cold, "And then I'll tell Mr. Lupin about you making so light of Miss Granger's animagus image."
No threat could have shut Sirius up faster. Remus may have been one of the calmest, sweetest, hardest to anger people in this world but he did have a temper and he was a werewolf and Sirius knew that Remus could easily kick his ass if needed.
"Good going lady Malfoy, I've never seen him shut up so quickly in his life. You are a good influence." Harry bowed his head towards the fireplace and the unseen woman on the other side.
Draco felt a surge of pride run through him, he loved the thought of his mother being free from his father's shadow was liberating. "That's my mother for you."
Hermione's smile became stronger when Sirius apologized and she directed her words towards the unseen Narcissa. "Thank you Lady Malfoy."
Draco's mother remained out of view but her voice was clear, making it obvious she'd now decided to stand over Sirius to make sure he behaved. "No need to thank me dear, someone has to keep him on a leash and unfortunately Mr. Lupin isn't able to be about long enough to do so these days, what with all he's doing to help Dumbledore's cause." A contemplative pause came from the woman. "That may actually be the reason Sirius is so agitated. He never did like going without for long."
"Cissy!"
Ron giggled from his place on the chair. "Burn Snuffles." He continued to laugh. "And we all know that wolf tops dog, no wonder you're so...Frustrated."
"Ron." Harry rubbed his nose below his glasses. "You're not making this any better you know."
"I know but it's so much fun." The redhead looked unapologetic.
Hermione's eyes glimmered just a bit as she saw a perfect opportunity for a little revenge. "It's probably jealousy added into that too. Since Professor Lupin is the diplomatic liaison to the werewolves, he's surrounded by others who suffer the same curse. Poor Snuffles, stuck there while his alpha is out and around all sorts of young, nubile werewolves."
Neville's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Hermione!"
"Exactly and Moony is a really strong werewolf." Ron nodded eagerly. "Can you imagine how many of the younger wolves just tripping over themselves to learn from him."
Harry groaned at his two best friends and Draco beamed at another show of Hermione's wickedness, the girl was amazing.
Surprisingly, though he wasn't unaffected by the thought of others trying to seduce his Remus, the dog animagus wasn't as upset as most of the teens had been expecting. Instead he smiled at Ron. "I'm not too worried about that. In case you didn't know wolves, including werewolves, mate for life. I'm more worried about hostilities that arise from refusal. Now that Hermione's gotten some of her own back, would you like the spell and instructions for the actual change?"
"Yes please Sirius." Harry said, sounding relieved. "I would love to get back to the matter at hand instead of discussing my godfather and my uncle's sexlife...It's almost as bad as parents." Harry shuddered.
"Oh come on mate, you're a sixteen year old healthy boy, a little talk about sex shouldn't shame you." Ron's eyebrow rose. "Besides, we were only joking."
Sirius gave the redhead a feral grin. "Oh so you'd like to hear about your own parents' sex life then Weasley?"
"You can stop grinning doggy. I have siblings up to my ears and we live in a very small house. I already know more that I ever wanted to, enough to break a weaker man in fact" Ron put on an expression of pure suffering. "I think the worst was when we went to visit Bill in Egypt, tiny hotel rooms, thin walls and me being forced to listen to mom and dad roleplaying..."
"Oh for Merlin's sake please Ron just shut up!" Harry did not want to know this about his surrogate parents, he would never be able to look Molly in the eye again.
Hermione, for the sake of Harry, who was now turning a bright magenta, flicked her wand at Ron and sent a silencing curse at him. "Now, the spell if you please Snuffles?"
Sirius looked like he was biting the inside of his cheek. "No wonder Ron's been more of a dog than I am." He sobered when Narcissa pointed her wand at him. "Spell, right. The incantation is Animas Metamorphose, and it's internal magic without your wand. Your clothes and anything else on your body will transform with you when you get the transformation down but I give you fair warning, it won't happen the first time. It took me a solid two months of trying before I shifted into my animagus form. When you speak the spell you have to focus on becoming your animal self. You don't think about becoming a cat or bird or badger or fox, you think of becoming what is in your soul and abandon your human precepts of structured rules when it comes to form. That's one of the reason it's so hard to become animagi. Humans are taught that they can only think as human when they are in human form. It's assumed by human beings that once in animal form they'll think like an animal, that's not the case. Once you begin shifting, the more you do it the less you'll have that problem and you'll also lose the need for the incantation."
The teens nodded that they understood. Harry was very happy to have something else to focus on the the amorous ways of the Weasley's and he was ready to dive right in. "I suppose there is no time like the present to start then, we're going to need all the practice we can get."
Hermione took charge and ordered the boys to different areas of the room and they all began to attempt the animagus transformation.
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Sunday found Snape and Harry back in the Room of Requirement, Snape once more working on modifying the shield spell. He'd made some progress as now he had to put serious force behind the sword to break through. Glancing blows would no longer work much to his pleasure. Harry was again sitting by the table with orders from the professor. This time it was to pick one colored strand of magical energy and handle it. Snape had told the teen to bend, twist, knot, and shape it in as many different ways he could conceive of and to note how the energy reacted each time.
This was more difficult that to learning how to picture a spell in his mind. As soon as he thought he had a handle on a thread it slithered away and disappeared among the rest of them and Harry had to start over again. He had finally managed to snag a bright aqua colored thread and he was carefully guiding it with his mind, making a figure eight before attempting to make a knot. Every time he moved it, the energy surrounding it changed, it echoed in a different way inside him.
Snape turned from the dummy for a few moments rest and to order his thoughts to better manipulate the spell and found himself freezing and watching the teenager sitting on the stool. Myriad emotions and thoughts chased themselves over Harry's face, fascinating the professor. He was strangely honored that the brunette trusted him enough now to be so open and willing to lower his guard around him now. He moved to go lean against the wall, his billowing robe having long been shed and draped over the table leaving him in his shirt sleeves and fitted black vest, and studied Harry's face.
At first glance he still resembled James Potter even with the change in glasses but once you moved past the initial perception and looked closer, you saw that Harry was growing into more of his mother's features and they suited him, blending with James' to create a striking attractiveness. So close to the Christmas holidays and having been well treated and fed, Harry's face and skin had lost the almost gray sheen it had adopted from malnutrition and neglect and now glowed a healthy creamy pale peach. Snape was pleased to see that, pleased that Potter was gaining in health the longer he was here. He frowned as he considered that the school year would end soon and Harry would be sent back to his mother's relatives' abusive house. He most definitely didn't like the thought of that.
Harry finished knotting the thread and blinked his eyes open, feeling a little bit dizzy at leaving his inner world for the real one. "I think I understand now, how the same energy, the same thread can be used in all sorts of spells and still react differently. It's all about how you bend it and with which other threads you use to weave it." It was a simplified explanation on a very complex idea but at least it was a starting point. He looked at the man leaning against the wall and a shiver went through him. Seeing Snape without his robes were always like a punch to the gut. The man was long and lean and perfect all over and Harry found it hard to take his eyes off of him.
Snape cleared his expression with a mild effort and nodded. "Precisely. The core of a particular energy remains the same. A protective energy will always, at the heart of it, have the purpose of protecting something. What is protected and how depends on the shape and other energies involved." He let his gaze trace the curves and angles of the young man's face and thought about how next year, when he returned for sixth year, it would once again be too thin and the skin would lose the healthy glow. Something within him screamed out a denial and he made a silent vow to somehow ensure that Harry wouldn't be mistreated by his relatives this coming summer.
"It's rather...Brilliant actually." Harry smiled at the Potions Master and tore his eyes from the man's corded forearms to meet his eyes. "I find it absolutely fascinating, lately whenever we try a new spell or if I read about one I can't help but think about how it's built and what's at the core of it." Harry stretched, rolling his head on his shoulders, feeling a bit stiff after having been still for so long. "Also I don't know if it's of any importance but this...this thing that you make me do, it helps me focus on a whole new level, in everything I do."
A dark brow rose, the eyes underneath tracing along the sixteen year old's shoulders as he rolled and stretched them. "The meditation? I thought it might. You've a naturally chaotic mind and unlike Miss Granger's it won't automatically 'file' things into order while you sleep. The meditation forces it to rearrange into order that allows you easier access to your own knowledge, creating a center to the storm of your mind where things have a place. It also gives you a few moments respite from whatever might be bothering you." Snape seem to look off into the ether. "A friend of mine once taught me for much the same reason."
"Exactly, a center, that's precisely what I mean. It sort of gives me an anchor, something to hold on to, a fixed point that allows me to be me even when I concentrate on other things." Harry furrowed his brow and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm shite at explaining things..." He sighed, wondering what kind of teacher he could possibly become when he couldn't even put the most simple things into words. "Lately I've been spending a lot of time looking inside myself, trying to find something there and it helps, having this fixed point to concentrate on helps."
"You are not bad at explaining. There are things that are simply unable to be clearly explained no matter how intelligent or verbose one is. Such things are instinctively understood, the same way a snake knows to bite when in danger or a falcon knows how to dive. If you didn't explain things well I'd kick you out of the DADA TA position no matter what the Headmaster would say."
Harry chuckled, he couldn't help it. Snape truly was one of a kind but he still managed to make Harry feel better about his insecurities. "Thank you Sir, your words warm me from the inside." He continued grinning.
Snape casually waved a hand. "Yes well my reputation as a glowing ray of sunshine is rather large." If you looked at him closely enough, you could see the amused smirk that flit about his lips at that piece of sarcasm.
"Mm yes, the sunshine that warms us all." Harry agreed, trying his best to keep a straight face. He really liked the teasing side of Snape, the dry wit the other had. Harry got up from his seat to work out the tension in his back, he looked at the dummy. "How are the alterings going?"
"Well. I am optimistic that we should have a fully altered spell by the holidays." Snape strode over. "Turn 'round."
"That's good news." Harry said. "Turn around?" Harry looked a bit baffled but he did as Snape had asked and turned in sort of a half circle. "Like this?"
Snape's long fingered hands fell to Harry's shoulders for a moment and arranged him so that his back was solidly in front of the potions master. Then one remained on a shoulder while the other methodically pressed and massaged down the teen's spine, working out the tension that had settled in the muscles. "Speaking of the holidays, will Granger and Weasley be staying behind with you this year?"
Harry's eyes had fallen half mast and he was trying his very best not to fall into a puddle of goo at Snape's feet or let out the moans of pure pleasure threatening to leave him. "Hermione is staying, her parents' are traveling the world somewhere." Harry's head fell forward against his chest in bliss. "And Ron...Mmmmm...I'm not sure about Ron, he wants to stay but Molly wants all of her brood home this Christmas."
"I am quite amazed that woman is still sane after, what is it now," Snape paused to do a little mental calculating, "twenty-five? No, twenty-six years of raising little Weasleys? I'd have thought her sanity would have fled once the twins turned two."
"I know, she's an incredible woman." Harry agreed, thinking of how even with her house fully stocked with her own children she always made room for him too, making him feel like he belonged there. "She deserves a medal. The most amazing thing is that she does it all out of love, she has so much love to give...It never runs out."
Snape nodded, his lips twitching as he pressed on the hard knots in Harry's lower back. "She'd scoff at a medal though and tell you she's not anything special." A soft, almost fond scoff came from the man. "She not only has her own brood, plus Arthur, who's a good man but his fascination with Muggle objects must be maddening to Molly, but she mothers over whatever stray 'chick' she thinks needs it."
"Mmhmm." Snape's fingers were doing magical things to Harry, making it difficult to even form words. He found the way Snape spoke of Molly Weasley with such warmth a bit of a surprise considering his thoughts of the second youngest of the brood. This was yet another side to the Potions Master and Harry was glad that he got to see it, that he was getting to know Snape better. "She would never turn away anyone in need." He finally managed to get out in a husky voice.
The man blinked at the deeper, bedroom tone in Harry's voice and it took a strong force of will to block the shocking and unbidden images that sprang up from it as well. He let his hands fall away from the teen's body and took a single step back. "No, she wouldn't. You should encourage Mr. Weasley to go home for the holidays, that will be a greater gift for her than anything else," He turned away from Harry to make a note on the parchment laid out on the table, letting a delicate pause fill the air, "aside from you being there as well. She's come to consider you one of her own after all."
Harry managed not to whimper at the loss of Snape's hands on him but it was a very close call. "I'll try to talk Ron into going to the burrow. I would have loved to join him but with things being how they are Dumbledore thought it'd be best for me not to leave Hogwarts." Harry tried not to let it bother him too much, he was used to lonely Holidays and Hermione would be here, it wasn't a big deal.
"Ah yes, heaven forbid you get to live a little." Scorn dripped off the acerbic man's tongue. "Well I'm certain Miss Granger shall organize some sort of madness for the two," he paused and considered, "Perhaps four, of you."
"Four Sir?" Harry looked at Snape questioningly.
"Lady Malfoy decided it was too dangerous for her son to leave for the holidays and has, instead, arranged to stay here so she may be with Draco for the yuletide." Snape made a final mark on the paper. "Knowing Miss Granger she'll have concocted some plan to make the holiday enjoyable for them as well as you."
"That sounds like Mione yeah." Harry nodded with a fond smile. "I'm glad that Malfoy will get to see his mother at least, it must be difficult not to have seen her since the escape." Harry took a step closer. "What are your plans for the Holiday Sir? If you don't mind me asking."
Severus' senses actually hummed a bit as he felt the heat radiating off the younger brunette and he cleared his throat. "My holidays will remain as they always have. I will sequester myself from the giddy insanity in my lab and work on bettering some potions until Albus drags me out for the feast, where no doubt he will force me to pull apart the crackers and cover us all in hideous confetti. After which I will retreat to my quarters and allow my beleaguered senses to recover." His tone was dry as a desert.
"Aw but it's such a treat to see what kind of glorious hatwear you'll sport each feast." Harry's tone was teasing. "Actually those plans doesn't sound all that bad, it sounds peaceful and nice."
Before he could catch himself Snape's mouth had opened and said, "If you wish to escape whatever madness Miss Granger concocts in the days before the feast you are welcome to join me." He had no everlasting, bloody clue where the offer had come from or why he'd made it but it was made now and he found himself...hoping it would be accepted. 'I must be going mad.'
Harry bowed his head to hide his flushing face. "That Sir, is an offer that I'll gladly accept. I love Mione, I really do but she's never still...It can be a little much at times." He was surprised that Snape had invited him, Harry knew how fond he was of his private life. He was happy though and there was no way that he would never turn such an offer down.
"Really? I'd never have guessed. She only adds a good five feet to every essay, ten if she's chosen a well researched subject." Snape began to roll up the parchment as an owl began tapping on the window of the room, much to his apparent irritation. "I believe that is enough spellcast work for today. I want you to continue manipulating the energies in your spare time until next lesson."
"Yes Sir, I'll do that." Harry went over to a table to get his robes and bag. "Thank you for today Professor, I had a nice time." He put on his robes and headed for the door.
The man had already magicked his own things into a bag and was sliding his black robes on. "Likewise Potter. I will deny that if asked however."
"I'd imagine nothing else." Amusement warmed Harry's voice. Harry was going to leave but the owl kept on tapping on the window so he went to let the poor bird in. "Are you expecting a letter Sir?"
The owl flapped over to Snape, hooting irritably but not a letter in sight, and lighted on the man's shoulder, nipping his ear. The potions master gave the bird a glare. "I will remind you bird, that owl feathers are quite useful in certain potions. I will happily pluck you bald." An insulted hoot was the response followed by an avian sulk. Snape walked to the door and shook his head. "No letter. The Headmaster sends this particular bundle of feathers to fetch me if he can not contact me in any other way."
"I see." Harry didn't even bother to hide his smile at Snape's interaction with the bird and the owl's following sulk. "Good luck then Professor, I wish you a good evening." Harry followed Snape out the door and watched as it disappeared the moment they had both stepped outside.
"And to you as well. I hope you've finished that Potions essay as it is due on Tuesday."
"Yes it's finished believe it or not." Harry chuckled. Potions homework was being done even more vigorously in the Gryffindor common room these days. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Hermione's growing relationship with the Potion class TA but he has smart enough to keep his mouth shut on the subject. "Goodnight Sir." Harry took the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor tower to deposit his bag before going down to the great hall for dinner.
Snape sighed and glared at the owl on his shoulder as it hooted in his ear. He headed for Albus' office for the monthly 'report' on whatever Death Eater movements he was aware of and Harry's progress in Occlumency. Snape was prevaricating in regards to the Occlumency reports and outright fibbing when he spoke of the spells he worked on with Potter in lesson plannings. He'd noticed that the stronger Harry got, the more Albus tended to put on the boy's shoulders and still without telling him why it had to be him. So to allow the young man the chance to grow and learn without excessive pressure he lied to the old wizard. It was the least he could do. He arrived at the gargoyle and hissed out the password before entering to spend what was certain to be a solid thirty minutes verbally fencing with Dumbledore.
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