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Lost and Damned	By : danniperson Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 24087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lost and Damned

I Hope It's Worth It

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“Ummm….Waiting…” Harry said uncertainly, looking up at the imposing (and attractive) figure that was his Potions Master. He had gotten bored and decided to doodle and had nearly forgotten he had been in here waiting for Snape to turn up. After a few minutes of waiting Harry figured he should go, but had ended up staying. He knew it probably wasn‘t the smartest idea…It was getting late and Snape was probably at a Death Eater meeting. He doubted Snape expected him to show up and probably would have preferred it if he didn‘t, but Harry had remained. He couldn‘t really help himself and even if Snape ended up yelling at him, Harry at least wanted to see the man for a few moments. “We have lessons every night, remember?” Harry asked calmly, not wanting to betray his own uncertainty over why he had stayed and not wanting to seem rude enough to produce any sort of anger in the man.

“When I failed to be in my office, perhaps that should have told you lessons were cancelled,” Sanpe said smoothly, slowly walking over to his usual chair and sitting down. Harry shifted where he sat and turned to face Snape more. “One should never break into a professor’s private chambers…Though perhaps I should have never allowed you entrance here,” he went on, eying Harry for a moment. Harry said nothing, not really sure what there was to say. “Surely you have better things to do in your spare time?”

“What could be more important than my training, Professor?” Harry asked innocently, biting back a smile.

Snape snorted. “I never took you as one who cared about your education.”

“Well, this is life or death, isn‘t it?”

“It is. Which is why I do not understand how you can put so little effort into everything.”

“I’ve been putting in plenty of effort!” Harry snapped, eyes narrowed angrily.

Snape sighed, but said nothing more, which confused Harry. He waited and waited until he felt his anger ebbing and his glare softened and he just watched the potions master curiously as the man stared into the fire. “You may stay for a while,” Snape said quietly. “We should talk.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “About?”

Snape sighed impatiently. “The headmaster thinks it is a…wise idea for us to be on friendly terms. Undoubtedly there are a number of people who wish to see us closer, though I cannot fathom as to why. At any rate, if we are to become…friends…we must get to know one another,” Snape said grudgingly.

Harry blinked in surprise. Getting to know each other? He would feel a bit better, trying to prove to Snape he wasn’t as much like James Potter as he thought. Getting to know Severus Snape was also an appealing prospect…He found himself very curious about the mysterious wizard and found it now to be an endearing mystery, one he would be glad to uncover. He found himself very drawn to the man, more so than ever before. Being allowed to get closer to him was a strong temptation, but it was hard to really buy it. Snape didn’t seem too keen on the idea, so at least that part of it all made sense. The man looked downright uncomfortable and Harry found himself relaxing a bit.

“So what do you want to know? Are we going to trade favorite colors and a list of our hobbies?” Harry asked uncertainly.

“It could never be that easy, Potter,” Snape said with a dry smile. “I am afraid we‘ll have to get personal tonight. Why not start with the good old clichés, trading horror stories of our childhoods and offering sympathies and comforts that are of little to no use at the present time? Isn‘t that the ways of every good drama? The beginning is always a good place to start, is it not?”

Harry eyed Snape uncertainly for a moment. Snape knew most of Harry‘s childhood from their Occlumency lessons…But maybe this was for Voldemort‘s benefit, Harry considered. That was a scary thought, and Harry wasn‘t sure what to think…On the off chance that this was for him, though, Harry decided not to mention said lessons. Instead he only slowly nodded his head. Maybe talking about it would help this little relationship of theirs. This friendship, Harry thought, fighting a smile. “Well, my life wasn‘t quite as glamorous as you always seemed to think,” Harry said, shrugging and leaning back against the couch. “My family hates me and they hate magic,” Harry said, registering an odd look cross Snape‘s face and he paused. “What?”

“Nothing,” Snape said abruptly. “Only reminded…me of something I once told someone, myself.” Harry raised an eyebrow, lips open to question him, but Snape glowered at him. “Carry on.”

Harry paused for a moment before shrugging and continuing. “I still don’t know why they took me if they hate me so much…Maybe they just enjoy being mean to someone. Anyway, my cousin was spoiled rotten and I was jealous of him. I was treated like a servant. They enjoyed humiliating me and hurting me…They were never that bad…I know people have it worse. But Uncle Vernon and Dudley could get a bit violent sometimes…I hate it there. I hated them. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs. I was always getting yelled at and being talked down to…Most of the time it was like I wasn’t even human,” Harry muttered, feeling suddenly depressed as he brought up his less than pleasant childhood. Harry fell silent and Snape said nothing to encourage him. After a moment Harry pulled out of it on his own and sighed. “They’ve gotten better, though. Not very nice, but I have it a bit better. I have a bedroom now,” Harry said, shrugging like it didn’t matter much, though the very thought of his life with the Dursley’s made his stomach clench and turn. He was seriously dreading returning there…He wouldn’t have to for another several months, but it suddenly felt as though the year were flying by and he would be forced to return before long.

Snape only nodded, his expression unreadable. He shifted and looked for a while on the verge of saying something, though there were several minutes of silence. Harry felt increasingly awkward and went to drumming his fingers quietly on top of the coffee table. “It…appears…Potter,” Snape said, his voice strained, as though the words were very painful to force out, “that…perhaps…we are not as dissimilar as I would prefer,” Snape said stiffly. Another short silence followed and Harry almost worried the man was about to start shouting or pass out or something. “My mother’s name is Eileen Prince…She is a pureblood witch, the only daughter of parents who were only children…She was supposed to marry a pureblood man. She was betrothed to Cyrus Avery…She played the dutiful daughter and fiancé, ever affectionate to Cyrus in public and happily planning her wedding with her mother. My mother made it to the day of her wedding with the false pretense of actually enjoying these pureblood traditions. She left Cyrus at the altar and left in her wedding dress, running off to Cokeworth to marry a Muggle man…My father, Tobias Snape.

“Her family was outraged. They disowned her and she would never see one Galleon of her family’s fortune. To her credit, Mother never really wanted any part of it. She hated her family. She hated purebloods and their traditions and rebelled as harshly as she could against them. She claims she truly loved my father, but I think she only convinced herself that she did. He was the perfect pawn to use in this game of hers. Father didn’t know what she was and Mother wasn’t inclined to tell him unless she had to. Living as a Muggle didn’t suit her, but she claims to enjoy the freedom to enjoy a different way of living.

“I was born five years after my parents’ wedding. Neither wanted children…They were very poor and could hardly afford to take care of themselves, let alone another person. Father thought children were nothing more than a burden while Mother thought a child would only force her into telling my Father a truth she didn’t ever plan on revealing. Yet she became pregnant and while neither of them wanted a child, neither of them particularly believed in abortion, either. Mother hoped to Merlin I was a Squib,” he admitted, rolling his eyes. “She was gravely disappointed when I showed signs of magic a few years later…Father didn’t want to be around me long enough to notice much, but it was not a secret that could be hidden forever.

“When I was six, Mother was forced to tell my father what she was and what I was. Things had been unpleasant in our household since my birth, but this confession brought with it the first real fight my parents had. It was loud and it was violent and my father left for a short time. Mother was devastated…I did not understand why, as he had never been overly affectionate to either of us from what I could remember. I suppose she did love him, though to this day I do not understand why nor do I understand why they remained together through everything.

“When I was eight, my mother became pregnant again. Father claimed Mother had an affair and refused to believe the child was his. They had another fight…He hurt her enough to land her in the hospital, but they were both disappointed to learn that the baby would be fine. My mother gave birth to a daughter named Phaedra some months later, very premature…Both she and my mother nearly died, but they both lived. I never saw my father express so much emotion as he did that day…He was happy and relieved and…It didn’t really make sense to me, that my father…Always so bitter and miserable and mean…Could know any sort of happiness.”

Harry thought to himself how he felt very similar with his recent friendliness with Snape, though he had a feeling making any comparisons between Tobias and Severus Snape would be a mistake.

Snape cleared his throat. “Despite that, things seemed to worsen when Mother and Phaedra came home. My parents fought more and took more of their anger out on me…Father was the worst of it. He could be very…cruel. He had been very verbally abusive throughout my life, but as I said before, he never cared to be around me much. Around that time, Father seemed to make it a point to seek me out to make me feel like utter shite about myself. He was especially horrible to mother and even to Phaedra, as young as she was. I never knew what happened to cause it, but I have a feeling he was only doing so to make himself feel…superior or something. He despised us all and yet he stayed. He needed us…Needed a punching bag, especially after a long, hard day at work.

“Needless to say, I spent the majority of my life feeling unwanted. My parents tried to make amends when I was older, tried to be better, they claimed…But I haven’t seen them since I was seventeen. I wasn’t quite ready to forgive them…Not sure I ever will be.”

Harry was quiet for a moment, not daring to look at the man as he toyed with the hem of his sweater. He wasn’t sure what to say or how to feel or any of that. Snape had actually told him about himself…Some of his childhood. It was rather sad, Harry thought, and tried to ignore the stab of pity he felt for the man. He highly doubted Snape would appreciate that very much. More importantly it was some understanding of how Snape felt. Being disliked by your own family, treated like dirt, hating to be near them. It was hard to imagine Snape going through any of that. It was hard to picture this particularly dark and intimidating character suffering that way. He tried to imagine a sad little boy or a scared little boy or something but all he could conjure up were his faceless parents and an adult Snape folding his arms over his chest and sneering at them. He could even picture him hexing the both of them. Harry highly doubted that was the way things had gone, though.

“I can’t wait until I can say the same things about the Dursleys,” Harry said with a small smile, referring to Snape’s mention of not having seen his parents since he was seventeen. He secretly wondered if his parents were still even alive, but somehow he doubted Snape himself knew or cared.

“Not much longer now, Potter,” Snape said offering a small smirk. “There is something very liberating about escaping the family you always dreaded returning to…Just be sure not to find yourself trapped somewhere equally as unpleasant,” Snape suggested, a bitter edge to his tone.

Harry smiled sadly. “Don‘t think I can much escape anything. It‘s my duty to kill Voldemort, remember?” he asked, ignoring Snape‘s glare when he said the man‘s name. “Even after that, I‘ll still have this fame to deal with…Always in the public eye, you know. Always dealing with people‘s judgments and expectations,” he muttered. Ever since his return to school this year, everyone thought he was a nutter. The Ministry was painting quite an ugly picture of himself and Dumbledore and Harry knew it was the sort of thing he would be subjected to his entire life, if he defeated Voldemort or not. People would adore him one moment and hate him the next and it was a never-ending cycle he was stuck in and he was very much aware of that. “All I have to learn how to do is cope with it, I s‘pose.”

Snape only stared at him for a moment before slowly nodding. “An…interesting, observation,” the man said and Harry grinned.

“Interesting? Why do I have a feeling you‘re trying to cover up giving me a compliment?” Harry teased.

Snape glowered, though it didn‘t seem quite so dangerous or angry as one might expect from the dreaded potions master. “I can kick you out of my rooms if you insist on being a brat,” Snape retorted and Harry just grinned, relaxing the way he always found himself doing in Snape‘s presence these days. Their more personal stories had been very awkward and almost unbelievable, and Harry was glad to get back into their meaningless discussions and amusing debates, and he sensed that Snape was just as pleased and relieved as he was to return to their usual ways.

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Severus Snape was an incredibly private man, and Harry Potter was not going to take for granted openness they had shared. It was strange and unnatural and unpleasant, but Harry still found himself feeling pleased that he knew a bit more about the man who had been occupying most of his dreams these days. Harry wasn‘t sure if these moments would continue, but as awkward as it was, Harry still found himself hoping there would be more. There was still so much Harry wanted to know about the man, even if Snape told him everything out of some sort of obligation to someone somewhere.

Harry found it hard to sleep that night and woke up with the strongest urge to talk to Hermione. He wouldn’t be giving out all of the details, but he did want to share with her the fact that he was learning more about Snape and probably even tell her about what had happened with Malfoy…Most of the summer and this year Harry felt closer to Hermione than to Ron, and he hardly even realized it until he found himself walking into the common room, being beckoned over by the red haired boy. Harry was so caught up, eager to talk to Hermione, he hadn’t even considered telling Ron anything. Things between the two friends had been tense for a while, though it had gotten a bit better after Harry and Hermione’s “breakup.”

“Hey, Harry,” Ron said quietly, glancing nervously around the common room. “Got a sec?”

“Sure, mate,” Harry said quietly, sitting down in a chair by Ron.

“So…” Ron said, nervously rubbing his hands over his pants. “Just thought you should know…I think Hermione’s still talking to Krum.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Viktor Krum? I know…They‘re friends. They‘ve been owling since last year.”

“Yeah…Well…Thought maybe since…Well since you were together that…That you--wait. She was talking to him when you were together?!”

Harry couldn‘t help but laugh. “Yes, Ron. She‘s allowed to have male friends, you know. She stayed friends with you.”

Ron turned pink. “Yeah, well…” he said, clearing his throat. “Just thought it was strange and figured I should tell you.”

“I‘m not worried about Viktor Krum, Ron,” Harry said, an amused smile on his face. He wanted to laugh, but swallowed it back in favor of trying to calm his steadily growing unease. Maybe it was time he told Ron a few things. Harry glanced towards the girl‘s dormitory and back to Ron. It was obvious his friend still had feelings for Hermione, even though he was still with Susan. It was also clear that Harry needed to tell Ron a few things about himself, considering they had been best friends for four years.

“Are--”

“I‘m positive that Hermione isn‘t seeing Viktor…She‘s been interested in someone else for a while now. She only dated me to make him jealous or something,” Harry said with a shrug. “I didn‘t mind so much…Put pressure off of me to be seen around with a girl…Probably won‘t be happening again considering I‘m…Well considering I‘ve found out I‘m gay.”

Harry quickly looked around, slightly pink in the face and pleased to discover that no one seemed to have heard. Oddly enough no one was staring at him, which he had gotten used to nowadays. He quickly turned back to Ron whose blue eyes were wide, his mouth gaping open, and his big ears burning red. “Wh-what?” Ron stammered, looking completely stunned. “You--you’re? But!” Ron said, half grinning and looking around, like he expected it to be some joke. “You’re kidding!”

Harry frowned, but tried not to get too upset. He figured Ron would handle things worse of his two friends. “No…I’m serious, Ron. I’m attracted to guys…Well, ’Mione reckons I could be bisexual but…I dunno. I’m starting to really doubt that,” Harry muttered, shifting awkwardly where he stood.

“Oh…Oh…umm…wow,” Ron said, scratching the back of his head. “That’s…Erm…Well that’s…That’s not so bad,” Ron finally said, though he didn’t seem too sure. “I mean, I wouldn’t go around telling everyone…It’s not a very common thing, mate…But well…I dunno,” he said, turning redder the more he spoke. He finally cleared his throat and awkwardly reached out to pat Harry on the arm. “So…Any blokes you fancy these days?”

Harry‘s face felt so hot he figured he might very well look like Ron right about now. “Erm…Actually…Yeah…” Harry admitted. He wasn‘t sure he really wanted to tell Ron he had a thing for Professor Snape. Ron hadn‘t been too bad about the news about him being gay, but he doubted Ron would take well at all to Harry liking Snape. He‘d either be convinced Harry was lying or joking or he‘d be convinced Harry was being Imperiused or given a love potion or something.

“W-well?” Ron pressed.

“It‘s not you, Ron, don‘t worry. You‘re not my type, no offense,” Harry teased. “Not sure I wanna say who it is, though.”

Ron nodded, though he seemed happy to drop the subject. “Anyway…Who’s Hermione fancy?”

To this, Harry just grinned and glanced over his shoulder. No Hermione to be seen. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat. “Unless you‘re really in love with Susan…I‘d break up with her,” Harry said with a shrug.

Ron looked confused for a moment and looked around then his eyes grew wide and he pointed to himself with a shaky finger. “M-me?”

Harry just kept grinning. He felt bad for Susan, but Ron didn‘t really like her much anyway…Harry noticed the way he still looked at Hermione, even with his girlfriend. He also knew that he probably shouldn‘t be telling Hermione‘s secret like this, but he figured if it ended well, she‘d thank him later.

Ron stood in shock for several moments before grinning goofily and Harry slapped him on the back and the two headed down to the Great Hall to enjoy some breakfast. Harry felt a bit of relief now that he had told Ron and gotten that off of his back…Thinking about when he’d tell Ron about his crush on Snape…Well, Harry wasn’t entirely sure that day would ever come. There were just some things even friends didn’t need to know.

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Harry was left in a good mood most of the day. Most of his classes went by rather well, but even sitting in Defense with Umbridge and Potions with Snape weren’t too awful. Umbridge didn’t give him a reason to get in trouble and Harry was doing better at paying attention to his work (though he hadn’t entirely given up on watching Snape). Ron was being strangely polite to Hermione and both were on friendlier terms than Harry had seen them in a long time…Or ever, really. By lunch, Harry had heard of Ron and Susan’s breakup and felt as though things really were looking up. He never got a chance to tell Hermione about things with Snape, but he figured he could do so later…He still had another meeting with the man tonight and was looking forward to it. If people wanted Snape to be more open with Harry then Harry was fine with it…Even if it was oddly uncomfortable and he doubted Snape really wanted to do it, Harry was grateful to learn more about the man and eager for a chance to change Snape’s opinion about him, if he could.

Sadly, on his way to the dungeons, the corridors weren’t as empty as he had hoped. “Down here again, Potter?”

Strange how Harry was grateful to see it was just Malfoy there. The Slytherin had a very different demeanor than usual, none of his cockiness present. The boy seemed on edge about something and Harry raised his eyebrow, wanting to ask the other boy if he was okay, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was the smartest idea.

“Don’t see what it matters to you, Malfoy,” Harry replied easily.

“Heard you had a run in down here with some of my friends,” Malfoy went on, as though he hadn’t heard Harry. “Thought that might have been a good enough warning to stay away.”

“They‘re nothing I can‘t handle,” Harry retorted, getting aggravated and not sure why Malfoy was bringing any of this up. “And again, I don‘t see why it matters to you.”

Malfoy gave a shrug, though it wasn’t nearly as smooth and nonchalant as he perhaps hoped for. There was something definitely wrong with Malfoy…Harry hoped it wasn’t because of what he had said, but that had been days ago. Unless maybe his father had done something else…Harry flushed at the thought, though he wasn’t sure how Malfoy Sr. could do anything to his son while he was at Hogwarts. It took a moment before Harry remembered that Lucius Malfoy had been at Hogwarts before…All over him. His stomach churned at the memory and he shook his head and glanced at Malfoy.

“Has your father been coming around?” he asked curiously.

“What?” Malfoy spat, his face turning pink and his eyes narrowed dangerously at Harry. Harry instantly regretted asking that aloud.

“I just know he’s been around before…Polyjuiced himself as Snape,” Harry explained, not sure where he was going with any of this, just having a strong feeling about it all. Malfoy’s expression turned curious. “I thought it was him for a while…Kissed him and everything,” Harry said cringing and Malfoy flinched. “Dumbledore and Snape turned up in time to get rid of him. Not sure why he was doing it but…Yeah. So I was just wondering if he had been around, though I figure Dumbledore must have done something to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” Harry explained awkwardly.

Malfoy opened his mouth, but he seemed at a loss for words. There was a look of understanding, though, and relief in his eyes that Harry noticed. He shifted on his feet and glanced to Snape‘s office. He knew he had to be there, but something kept him rooted in spot, the words on the tip of his tongue and spilling out of his mouth before he could register or even censor the whole thing. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, Malfoy…Umm…Not sure how…How your friends are but…Well, I’m here if you…If you need someone,” Harry offered, immediately wanting to bang his head into a wall.

Malfoy just laughed. “As if there‘s anything to tell you…As if I‘d be friends with some little Gryffindork like you…” Malfoy said, shaking his head and walking off. Everything from his tone to his posture were as they should be, but they lacked that self absorbed, regal air Malfoy always had about him. Harry frowned and watched him for a moment before walking to Snape‘s office.

“I certainly hope you do not intend on humiliating my godson, Potter. He‘s too smart for such trickery,” said a low voice from the doorway. Harry blinked in surprise. Snape was standing near the middle of the room, closer to the door, and he was glaring suspiciously at Harry. He must have overheard the whole thing and Harry felt his face heat up, thinking of how foolish he must have sounded, but he made himself hold Snape‘s glare and narrowed his eyes in return.

“I’m not like Malfoy, Professor. I don’t go out of my way to make schemes just to hurt people,” Harry shot back. “I just…I felt bad about what I said…And with everything, I figured he might need a friend. I was just trying to be a decent person, but it’s like neither of you understand what that even means,” Harry snapped, dropping his bag into a chair and folding his arms over his chest, keeping his glower on Snape.

Snape eyed him a moment longer before turning and walking behind his desk, muttering the words that made the door appear in the wall and Harry followed him. “The people Draco surrounds himself with are hardly what one would call real friends. They are lackeys, for lack of a better term. They worship the ground he walks on because of his family and who they are. He has admirers and that‘s how he likes things. Most people like Draco, from families like his, have to learn to survive that way…They don‘t trust people, and rightfully so. It tends to lead to bad things, having to deal with so much alone…it would be a blow to his pride to admit everything he has suffered in his life,” Snape explained. He had walked into his living room and waved his wand, sending the furniture to their places on the walls as he did during every lesson. He then turned to Harry, a strange look in his black eyes that Harry couldn’t define. “If you really must be such a damned moral, noble Gryffindor, however…I don‘t think it would hurt to keep trying.”

Snape pulled out his wand and opened his mouth, probably to begin explaining whatever they‘d be doing this evening. Harry quickly beat him to the punch, though, confused and irritated over the whole thing. Snape wanted him to befriend Malfoy. “You sure you‘re not just saying that to have me humiliate myself?”

Snape snorted. “I have better things to do with my time. If you find it so objectionable, then by all means--”

“It‘s not that…” Harry began, feeling suddenly ashamed of himself. “I mean…It does seem like he might need friends, but…I don’t think it would ever work. Could you ever imagine being friends with my dad? If he were alive?”

Snape looked dangerous. His black eyes were suddenly lit by some angry fire, wide as his nostrils flared and his lips pressed into a thin line. Harry mentally berated himself for bringing that up…He himself didn‘t want to think about his father and his bullying days, but he had already said it. “I just mean…Malfoy‘s never been much better. He‘s awful to me…I shouldn‘t care so much that he‘s been through all of that but…Well, no one should go through that and…I don‘t know,” Harry said, confused by his own thoughts. He was irritated that anyone would want him to be friends with someone like Malfoy after all Malfoy had done to him and his friends…But he himself had already come up with the idea on his own and had seen no problem with it.

“I highly doubt you can compare Draco Malfoy to James Potter,” Snape growled.

Harry bit his tongue and kept quiet a moment to keep the nastiest of his thoughts to himself. It wasn‘t like he had seen everything his father had done to be able to tell if it was true or not, to be able to tell which of them was worse. “Maybe not, but even so…It doesn‘t make what Malfoy does okay just because someone else was worse,” Harry replied coldly.

The potions master looked ready to explode, but like Harry had took a moment to compose himself before speaking in a very strained tone. “Your father led a very blessed life, Potter. He had two parents who loved and adored him. He had a large group of friends to enjoy…He was popular…He did all that he did for fun. Draco, however, has not had a perfect life. He has been spoiled by two parents who love him, sure, but there is a lot more to it than just that…Perhaps it may not excuse his behavior,” Snape added reluctantly, “but…you must understand…why he…He needs friends, Potter, okay? He doesn’t have anyone he can be open with and as loathe as I am to have my godson fraternizing with the likes of you, I believe it might do him some good.”

Harry nodded slowly, though he was still tense and irritated with the man. What did Snape know about his father? James Potter could have had a hard life…But from what Harry had heard, his father had had it pretty good in life up until the last few years when he was fighting against Voldemort to his death. And from what little Harry knew about Draco’s life, he could agree that maybe he needed a real friend. And thinking about Crabbe and Goyle and Zabini and Nott, Harry found it hard to think any of them were able to offer a true friendship. “I‘ll think about it if he stops throwing things into my cauldron…Or if you stop blaming me for it,” Harry said, trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, his tone didn’t portray the teasing he had meant and Snape glowered at him. “It was just a joke…Can’t expect much from either of you,” Harry muttered. “So what are we learning today?”

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Author‘s Note: Struggled a bit to make the end of the chapter work, so I hope the time and effort was worth it and it’s okay lol! Thanks to all who reviewed and I really hope people continue to review! I’d love to know what everyone thinks and let’s me know people are interested or not lol. Anyway, the lyrics in the chapter title are from “Fiction” by Avenged Sevenfold.
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