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After
the new term began, Harry's January was a blur of quizzes, projects, and
classes. He didn't know why, but it seemed that he was doing more and working
harder in January than he had all of last term. Hermione reminded him that the
Professors were probably preparing the students for their N.E.W.T. classes, so
he didn't argue.

Everyone
was delighted with their gifts. Hermione seemed to be the most ecstatic, to
Harry's surprise and no little relief. She seemed to take on a whole new
bearing of power and dedication when it came to magical creature liberation.
She actually loved the new name, and decided to create subdivisions that would
be devoted to special groups of magical creatures. She named one of those S.P.E.W., of course. For her first public move, she
took out an ad in the Daily Prophet: 'Looking for individuals to head divisions
of the new non-profit organization, foundedHarrHarry Potter and under the
direction of Hermione Granger.' Hermione was highly surprised when almost a
thousand applications per day arrived in just the first week's post. Needless
to say, the division heads were chosen quickly. Even Dumbledore was giving her
recommendations. Not only did she find all the employees and volunteers she
needed, she also found new investors. Quality Quidditch Supplies decided to
make an annual donation, since Harry was a shareholder through both the Black
Family Trust and Potter Fortune. The same was true of the Daily Prophet itself.
The wizarding newspaper had pledged quite a good
amount in annual donation - until Hermione struck up a deal with them: they
could make a much smaller monetary contribution, and instead provide a free
allowance for advertising and feature stories, and simple media coverage on
future bills and debates. They agreed wholeheartedly.

Hermione
made numerous changes that Harry would have never thought of. There were now
six major divisions of M.I.S.S.E.D., which included:

S.P.E.W.
- Society for the Promotion of Elvish
Welfare, Director: Nedia Bellion

(This division directed the House
Elf liberation that Hermione had started in her fourth year. Harry knew that Hermione
considered this her baby, perhaps even top priority; so she was forever
sticking her nose in to make sure everything went as planned.)

0%'> G.L.U.E. - Goblin
Liberation Union of Education, Director: Griphook Gnashyoop

(This division, wisely directed by
a goblin of Gringotts, took care of Goblin liberation in relation to Goblin and
Wizarding laws. It also educated goblins on those current rights and liberties
concerning their race. When Griphook met with
Hermione, Harry realized it was the same goblin that had led him to his vault
the first time he wto Dto Diagon Alley. He must have been promoted.)

L.E.T.S. - Lycanthropy
Education and Tolerance Society, Director: Remus Lupin (also Vice President and
Second in Command of M.I.S.S.E.D.)

D.I.C.E. - Division of
Intelligence for Consultation and Education, Directors: Dedalus
R. Diggle and Aberforth
Dumbledore

(This division took care of legal
consultation and education to the clientele that applied for jobs, or needed
assistance due to discrimination or job shortages. This division also provided
representation and researched for clients.)

D.I.L.L. - Division of
Interaction for Liberation and Litigation, Directors: Minerva McGonagall, Ginny
Weasley

(This division did all legal
research and relayed all their findings to D.I.C.E. for approval and use.)

R.A.C.E. - Relations and
Admission for Clientele and Executives, Directors: Arthur Weasley, Molly
Weasley

(This division was probably the one
that had to be the most trusted, which is why Hermione talked Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley into taking the directing positions. They would be the treasurers, and
the vital link between clients and executives, executives and other executives,
and executive/ministry law official relationships.

She
also found time to make a budget for each division, depending on the amount of
clientele they had, and court cost fees and such. By the end of January she was
beginning to form dark circles under her eyes, and Harry could tell she was
exhausted, though happy. He had to owl Remus to have him take over for her for
a week, so she could get some much-needed rest. He actually had to threaten to
forgo the organization if she let her grades or study time slip. She saw the
logic behind his demand and obeyed it, though Harry made Ginny watch out for
her to make sure she wasn't using a time-turner again (not that he suspected
it).

Harry
was surprised more than a few times to find out things about people he knew. It
turned out that Aberforth, Albus' brother, was a Law
wizard back in his time (so obviously he could read), as was Dedalus Diggle, a member of the
Order who had helped pick Harry up from Surrey in the summer before his fifth
year. Professor McGonagall had her nose in law while in University, and had
almost changed her course of study from Transfiguration before she realized
that she wouldn't have had as many opportunities to teach. And Harry was highly
surprised when Ginny Weasley came forth and told Hermione she had chosen
Wizarding and Muggle law as her course of study for her N.E.W.T.S. Hermione
immediately posted her with McGonagall so they would work together on their
common interest. The organization was doing well, and Hermione was now getting
daily letters for consultation from Werewolves and Goblins. Because laws were
changed slowly, Hermione decided that it would be easier to assist and help
individuals or small groups until she was able to get the freedom for everyone
that wanted or needed it.

Harry's special training continued, and he'd
also been meeting Ron privately to give him Animagus lessons. Neville had
expressed some interest in this field also, but had yet to ask him for help
with it. Hermione was too busy with M.I.S.S.E.D. to do anything extra, and
Ginny was too wrapped up in revision for O.W.L.S. Ron was making fine progress,
though not as rapid as Harry and Draco had made. Ron's form was going to be -
what else - a Golden Griffin: curious as any cat would be, and loyal to
everything good. Harry noticed that Ron also received special gifts from his
form too; but they were nowhere as vast as what Harry had received. The Griffin
was a natural Legilimens, at least as far as being able to tell who was good
and who was not. Ron also seemed to be developing strength that was surprising
for someone of his lankiness. Harry found Ron's gifts to be a bit supernatural,
though he never made mention about it. Like he had room to talk! He could see
magic, and could turn things to gold with his tears, due to the Alchemical
abilities of the Treasure Phoenix.

Harry
and Draco's relationship was doing better, though Harry still refused to kiss
him or anything beyond that. As he had told Draco, he refused to get his hopes
up if Pansy didn't break soon. They had two weeks left before Draco's birthday,
but Pansy hadn't realized this. Therefore, Draco could wait until she realized
that he hadn't come into his heritage, before he had to worry about her. Of
course she knew that he had to sire a child with someone to get past his
heritage; but Draco was hoping that once she realized it had never come, (for
obvious reasons,) she'd get mad and decide to burn the magical marriage
contract. To date, that was their best plan.

Harry
had also visited his Aunt Petunia, and found out that she had put the egg in a
safety deposit box in a large British bank, and then rented yet another deposit
box at a smaller bank to put the key into. If anyone wanted to get to that egg,
including Harry, they'd have to go through Petunia and two banks to get to it.
That is, of course, after they had managed to find out the location of the
actual safety deposit box at the larger bank, where Harry had put the Fidelius Charm on it; or if they managed to break the
locking charm on the smaller bank's deposit box, which was locked with Will
Magic. Harry was surprised that Petunia went to so much trouble to hide the
egg; but she told him that it was probably the only grandchild she would have
if Dudley didn't straighten up, so she was willing to go
to any lengths to protect it. Harry felt an immense amount of gratitude for his
Aunt that day.

Moody's
dueling training was to begin in a couple of days, and Harry was starting to
get anxious over it. He knew Moody was a good dueler and he didn't know if he'd
be any match at all for the ex-Auror. Tonks, with the help of Moody, was also
going to teach him disguising methods, so he could conceal himself if he went
into the Wizarding world during the next summer. All-in-all, everything seemed
to be shaping up for the better.

The
one thing that Harry wasn't sure of yet was just what Volrt wrt was up to. No
one, even including the Order and the DA, had heard much about his plans; and
this made Harry extremely uneasy. Voldemort always had some type of scheme that
came to a climax at the end of the year. Could it have come early? Was the
Hogsmeade battle the biggest punch he was going to throw this year? Harry hoped
the Dark Lord was scared. After all, he, Hermione, and Draco had killed several
Dementors when they came onto the Hogwarts grounds; and he and Professor
Flitwick had killed even more when the battle of Hogsmeade occurred. Voldemort
had every reason to be scared; Harry guessed that if it were him, he would have
been.

Neville's
parents had once again joined the Order, as one might expect. Neville never
seemed to stop talking about them, and Harry found himself feeling jealous more
than once. But when he thought about the way it made him feel to know he was
responsible for the change in them, he usually beat down that jealousy, and
then he brightened. As of right now, life was good.

Harry
put his potions homework away after finishing it, and joined Hermione at the
larger table in the corner of the Gryffindor
Tower common room. He'd spent a
couple of nights here after the Christmas Holidays, because he felt that he
owed Hermione something for what she'd given both him and Draco on Christmas
Day evening - her egg. She told him it was no big deal because she still had
plenty; she was young, after all. But Harry brushed that aside, and told her
that not everyone would have been as giving as she was. He had mentioned
something about Mother's Day once; but Hermione had corrected him, saying that
she was in no way genetically related to the zygote: he was actually the
mother, because his genetic material was in the egg first, while Draco did the
fertilizing. Harry blushed at the implication, but didn't want to read that far
into it.

"Are
you almost done?" he asked, taking a seat next to her at the table.

"Oh,
I've been done with my homework for a while now. I'm trying to find a logging
charm, so I can keep efficient books for Molly and Arthur. Instead of having
loose scrolls and parchment, I thought it would be a good idea to have a book
that would log everything magically, so as to save us some time," she said
after she looked up from the book she was taking notes from.

"Why
don't you just write the manufacturers of the diary I got for Ginny? I'm sure
they know the charm, and if you tell them who you are, they'll probably donate
the charmed log book," Harry reasoned, putting his elbows on the table and
his chin in his hands.

"I
might just do that, if I don't find anything soon," she said. "I was
going to ask Dumbledore, because I know he has the Hogwarts log book in his
office; but I didn't want to seem nosy."

"Hogwarts Log Book?"

"Oh,
it has all the witches and wizards in the UK
in it. It's how they know whom to send a letter to, and when," she said.

"I
didn't know that. Is it just a log of their names?"

"Oh, no. In 'Hogwarts: A History', it says it's
magically logged so that if you tap your wand on a name it can tell you the
student's background, such as whether they were Muggle-born or not - and even give
reference to parents who are past students. It shows their O.W.L.s
and N.E.W.T.s scores, not to mention titles such as
Prefect or Head Boy or girl," she recited.

"Seems
awfully personal for something like a log book," Harry said. Hermione
looked to be thinking for a moment before she nodded thoughtfully.

"You
know, now that I think of it - it is, isn't it?" she said. "Why should it be anyone's business if a student is
Muggle-born or not?"

"Probably to keep track of ratios and such. Like, if I would
have agreed with the Sorting Hat, I would have been the second half-blood in
Slytherin," Harry said.

"The
first being Riddle," Hermione said. Harry nodded.

"Well,
I'm going you-know-where to work on you-know-what; so come up when you can.
Draco and Susan should be there waiting for me now," Harry said.

"Oh,
I'm not busy now; take me with you so I don't have to walk all the way,"
she said. Harry grinned at her and grabbed her arm before disappearing in a
swirl of snowflakes and landing just outside the mirror, where the others were
waiting for them.

"About
time; I almost thought we weren't going to meet today," Draco said, as he
followed Harry into the Suite. They had started meeting here during lunch
everyday because they could eat while they worked on their spells. The
counter-spell to the killing curse seemed to be much harder to create than it
had first looked. They hadn't intended on spending so much time working on it;
but after Draco shot the Killing Curse at Harry and he couldn't pull off the
intricate counter-spell in time, they had decided to go back to the books.
Harry had jumped out of the way, not particularly wanting to burn that evening.
It was bad enough that Harry could already slightly feel a burning coming on.

After
Harry, Hermione, Susan and Draco had worked for about three hours, they called
it quits for the night; and Harry's friends made their way to their dorms while
Harry stayed put. It was about eight o'clock
when Harry finally put the rest of his homework away and heaved a satisfied
sigh. Hermione had mentioned something about the Prophecy again tonight, and
Harry acted as if he hadn't heard. He had every intention of having Snape test
their Occlumency walls before Christmas break; and now it was going on February, and Harry still hadn't told them. They hadn't
really asked him when he would tell them, they'd just mentioned the blasted
thing once a week. It seemed that when he didn't respond to the subtle
reminder, they didn't keep asking. Hermione was right, after all: they weren't
only doing it to hear the prophecy; they also needed the mental barrier so they
could forge a staff. The nagging feeling of his promise still lingered, though;
and before he knew it, he was in front of his fireplace throwing floo powder in.

"Professor
Snape?" Harry called into the grate. It took a second before Severus' head
came into view.

"Potter,"
he said, inclining his head.

"Good
evening, Professor. Might I have a word with you?" Harry asked.

"You
may," he said, raising an eyebrow. Harry gave the man a curt nod before
entering the floo and being whisked to Snape's office. He practically fell out,
not being used to such short trips; but a strong arm reached out to steady him.
"How graceful you are, Potter," Snape said, smirking. He just grinned
back at the insufferable man. Harry cleared his throat.

"I
was wondering if you� Professor, what's that awful smell?" Harry asked,
wrinkling up his nose.

"Wolfsbane Potion, Potter," Severus answered. Harry
looked at Snape with a critical eye.

"You
voluntarily make that stuff for Moony, knowing you'll have to stay down here
and smell it the whole time?" Harry said, trying to discreetly cover his
nose.

"We
have an� agreement," Snape said cryptically.
"Besides, it's not the only one I'm making; it just smells the
worst."

"What
else are you making?"

"A variation of the Polyjuice potion
for the Headmaster. One that will last a month.
The only problem is, some of the ingredients are having negative reactions to the
others, and I don't have the resources here to find out why," Snape said,
sneering toward the room from which the sounds of cauldrons boiling could be
heard.

"I
have an extensive library on Potions, if you'd like to access it," Harry
said, before he could stop himself. Snape must have seen his hesitation because
he merely lifted an eyebrow.

"Mr.
Potter, I assure you that if it can't be found in the restricted section of the
Hogwarts library, then�"

"Ancient
Potions, Professor," Harry interrupted.

"And
where did you find these books?"

&qu>"If
I showed you my library, you'd have to swear not to tell anyone where you saw
any of the material. I'll tell you the same thing I've told the other four that
have been allowed access to my quarters and my library: if you breathe a word
about it to anyone, I'll obliviate you so bad that
you'll be drooling on yourself and trying to say your first words again,"
Harry said, sticking his chin in the air.

"A
very admirable threat," Snape said, raising both eyebrows.

"The
terms stand, even with the Headmaster. You don't breathe a word to him, and you
can have access to a library that your mind can't even fathom," he said,
boring into Snape's eyes, looking to see if Snape's next statement were
truthful. Snape gave a curt nod, and Harry could tell he wasn't lying.
"Great, follow me," Harry said, grabbing floo powder once more and
throwing a dash into the grate. "Gryffindor Suite!"

Harry
fell back into his Suite, and a few seconds passed before Snape stepped gracefully
out. Harry rolled his eyes and grumbled something about 'too graceful to be
human' before leading Snape to the library. Snape was looking around curiously;
but if he was stunned by the lavishness of the quarters, he didn't show it or
comment on it.

"Are
we within Hogwarts Grounds?" he askeookiooking overhead at the chandelier
that hung between the library and the lounge.

"Yes,"
Harry said, not turning around to look at him. "What kind of potions text
do you need?"

"Potions
and Charms for disguise; and perhaps a text of herbology
ingredients used for transformations," Snape said, looking around at the
four walls that were stacked with books, up to about fifteen feet high.

"Potions,
Charms and Magical plants used for disguise and transformations," Harry
said out loud. Snape was about to make a comment when books started glowing
blue around the room. Harry held his hand out, and two of the books on the
closest shelf came to him. He continued this, turning in a circle, until he had
eleven books sitting on the table.

"There's
one catch," Harry said before he left the Professor to his work. "The
books can't leave the Suite. They're charmed to stay here, so trying to take
them out is impossible. Tea?" Snape smirked at
him.

"Brandy?"
Snape retorted and Harry gave a curt nod before leaving. He went to the kitchen
and tapped the pantry door with his wand before ordering what he needed, which
was a bottle of brandy and a Butterbeer, and left the kitchen.

"Harry,
what do you think you're doing with brandy!"
Godric's voice boomed from his portrait. Harry swore under his breath.
"And there's a different magical signature here�Who?" By the time
Godric had asked the questions, Snape had already entered the room to see who
was yelling. He laid steely eyes on the portrait before turning to Harry with
an eyebrow raised. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Godric,
this is Professor Severus Snape; Professor Snape, Lord Godric Gryffindor,"
Harry said blandly.

"Whatever
happened to a grand introduction?" Godric muttered.

"Likewise,"
Snape said, looking up at the portrait. "An honor, I'm sure," Snape
said with a slight bow to the man in the painting.

"Hello,
young man; Potions, correct?" he asked warmly. Snape gave a curt nod but
made no response. "You do know that you're the second Slytherin that's
been in these quarters since young Harry here took up residence here,"
Godric said, not really asking a question, merely musing.

"Yes;
well, he does seem to have been acquiring taste as of late," Snape said,
not looking at Harry. Harry just snorted, and handed Snape the bottle of brandy
and a small glass.

"Well,
now that you've been here, and I've seen your magical signature, you're welcome
here anytime," Godric said. Harry cleared his throat and Godric scowled at
him. "That is if Harry gives admittance," Godric droned.

"You're
so kind," Harry told Godric sarcastically.

"You
know, I think he may be suffering from some type of social anxiety. The boy
never has people around," Godric commented to Severus, who merely raised
an eyebrow at him once more.

"Hermione,san,san, and Draco just left!" Harry exclaimed indignantly.

"They
are the only ones," Godric droned again. "I've heard about this Ginny
and Ron Weasley for months now, and still you haven't brought them here. And
what about that boy whose parents you helped� what's his name� Badbottom?"

"Longbottom,
Neville Longbottom," Harry reminded, grinning at the mangled name.

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"Yes, him. Why have you not brought him here?" he
asked, but then his facial features changed and turned darker. "It's me,
isn't it? You're ashamed of me� I'm nothing but a portrait! A simple canvas
that holds a mere memory of Godric Gryffindor!" he huffed, getting riled
up. Harry rolled his eyes again.

"Calm
down, you're going to start peeling," Harry told him teasingly.

"I
don't peel, there's a preserving charm on this canvas that is good for at least
five thousand years!"

"Well,
it was nice to meet you, but I must get to work if I can't take the books from
the Suite," Snape said, giving a half-bow to Godric and bidding him
good-bye. "Good day."

"Must
you throw a tantrum every time someone comes about?!" Harry hissed at him.

"Why must you keep me here with only your short company everyday?!"Godric hissed
back. Harry scowled at him.

"You
know, you're acting verildiildish," Harry said. Godric huffed. "Isn't
that something that Hufflepuffs do?"

"I'll
have you know that Helga was a very admirable�" Harry burst out laughing
as he assumed the comment Godric was going to make. The old coot just loved to
argue. It was no wonder Slytherin turned evil. It surprised Harry that the
other two founders didn't follow Salazar's defection. Being around Godric could
really get on someone's nerves. Harry retreated to the library to see if he
could help Snape with anything, leaving behind a sputtering portrait.

"Your... more capable instructor?" Snape asked when he
stepped into the Library. Harry just snorted.

"I
like to think so. He and Albus are so much alike it's unbelievable. Their only
difference is that Godric loves to argue, while Albus will do anything to
divert an argument. Sometimes I wish Albus would just have a screaming match
with me; I know I'd feel better," Harry said. He heard Snape snort at the
comment before returning back to his reading. "Oh, the reason I flooed you to begin with is because I wanted to ask if
you'd try to break into Hermione, Ron, Draco, Neville, and Ginny's minds. I've
taught them all Occlumency, but I'm still not comfortable with telling them the
Prophecy if I'm not one hundred percent sure they can keep it safe," Harry
said.

"And
why am I doing this instead of you?"

"Because,
as arrogant as it might sound, I know I can get in,
and probably without being noticed. I could tear Dumbledore's walls down, if I
wanted or needed to. I'd hardly put them through that. Besides, you've been in
the presence of Voldemort mthanthan anyone, and have still kept him blocked
out. If anyone can tell me they're ready to hear it, it's you," Harry
said.

"Very
well; have Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy stay after
potions tomorrow, and I'll test their skills. Have Mr. Longbottom and Mr. and
Miss Weasley visit before lunch and I'll test them also. I'll tell you my
results when I come here tomorrow to finish my research," Severus said.
Harry agreed, and told him he was going to turn in for the night. Snape bid him
a curt goodnight, before Harry returned to his personal master bedroom. He had
begun to really trust Severus over the last few months, and this was going to
be his small test for the Potions Master. He would know if Snape tried to take
books from the Suite.

Harry
woke the next morning, then showered and shaved before coming out of his room.
He bid Godric good morning, and the old wizard looked Harry over as if he were
going to make a comment on what he was wearing, before thinking better of it.
Harry went to the librao seo see if there were any books he needed to replace,
and was surprised to find Snape still there.

"Professor?" Harry asked, a
little surprised. "Have you been here all night?"

"Yes;
the texts are very informative, but there are still holes in my research,"
Snape said, sighing deeply. "I've told the headmaster time and time again
that I don't think this can be done."

"Perhaps
you're just looking in the wrong place," Harry pondered aloud.

"Potter,
you showed me before how to locate books I needed. Was there something you
forgot to mention?" Snape said, sounding as if he were getting irritated.

"Oh, no sir. It's just that there is another library
available, but I've never been there. I shudder to think what would be kept in
that library," Harry said, actually giving a slight shiver.

"Well?
Where is it?" Snape asked shortly.

"The Slytherin Suite."

"How
are you able to access that? I though you could only access this one because
you were the heir," Snape said, getting confused.

"Follow
me," Harry said, heaving a defeated sigh. He had taken so many precautions
to make sure no one found out that he had also been made a magical heir when
Voldemort tried to kill him; but it was now time to come clean to Godric. Snape
did follow Harry, though he looked as though he was doing so reluctantly. Harry
came to a standstill just in front of Godric's portrait as if presenting
himself. "Godric, would you happen to know how to get to Salazar's
quarters?" Godric seemed to do a double-take at his question.

"I
would," Godric said matter-of-factly. "But the better question would
be� why are you interested?"

"I
need access to it," Harry said shortly.

"Harry,
you know that's not possible. Only the heir is allowed into the quarters,"
Godric said logically. Harry looked at Godric with a sad expression on his face
before he unbuttoned his robes and laid them on the sofa. He turned around so
that his back was facing Godric and lifted up the back of his shirt. Godric
gasped at Harry's exposed back. "How�?!"

"When
Slytherin's heir tried to kill me as a baby, I was made the magical heir of
Slytherin. From what I can gather, heir-standing doesn't only come from the
passing down of blood, but also by magic. I've inherited some of the skills and
gifts that Salazar himself cherished for his own house," Harry said.

"Gifts?" Godric said slowly.

"Serpensortia," Harry said, pointing his wand at the
ground just in front of his feet. A snake slithered from the tip of his wand
and coiled, before hissing at Harry. "I mean you no harm, young one. Pleasssse ssssslither up my
arm," Harry said, extending his arm for the snake. The snake complied.

"Why
did you hide this from me?" Godric said with a hurt expression. Harry cast
his eyes down but looked back up before answering.

"Shame. I knew I was ashamed, but I couldn't bring myself
to tell you that your line was now tainted with the magic of dark
wizards," Harry said, before banishing the snake.

"Harry,"
Godric said sympathetically. "You said he tried to kill you, not the other
way around. There is no shame in survival. Give me a second to notify Salazar
that you are on your way, and you can take the floo. You will be returning to
these quarters, right?"

"Of course!" Harry said quickly. Godric smiled
warmly down at him before disappearing from view, leaving only a Quidditch
pitch and a very young-looking Hogwarts behind in the picture.

"Yet
more surprises, Potter?" Severus said, smirking. Harry didn't know how to
respond to this, so he just tucked his shirt back into his trousers and put his
robes back on. By the time Harry made himself presentable again, Godric had
made his way back, and told Harry that Salazar was expecting him.

"Right,
Professor," Harry said, motioning to the floo. Snape stepped forward and
threw some powder from the mantel into the floo before he stepped in.

"Slytherin
Suite," he said silkily, before the flames engulfed him and he was gone.
Harry followed suit, and before he knew it he was emerging into a dusty dark
room.

"Lumos Maximus "Oh,
I'll have none of that. Salazar will fit just as properly," Salazar said
wistfully, but still with great dignity.

"Of
course," Snape said.

"You
were a Slytherin," Salazar said, looking him over. Snape smirked at this.

"I
was."

"I
thought so. Always quick on the uptake and short in response," Salazar
said, laughing a bit more warmly this time. Snape resumed smirking.

"I'm
sorry we have to run, but the Professor has an appointment to attend to. Do allow
him to stay here as often as he likes. As a matter of fact - that is, if it's
all right with you - he may see to these quarters, as I am seeing to Gryffindor's," Harry said, looking up at Salazar.

"That
would be nice, yes. I'll have to change the password, though. I assume you
don't speak in Parseltongue?"

"No
sir," Snape said.

"That's
fine. Lap Root will be the new password. Just press a hand to the mirror and
say the password, and the mirror will allow you to pass through its
surface," Salazar instructed. "Would you mind just bringing a few
things though? I happen to like my Suite as it is."

"Of course. Personal belongings only," Snape said
shortly. Salazar nodded, and Harry gave him a curt nod before walking out of
the stone archway, followed by Snape.

Snape
said nothing until they made it out into a corridor of the dungeons that Harry
was sure he'd never been in before.

"Do
you mind telling me why you dismissed us so abruptly?"

"Oh,
well, you were supposed to test Draco and Hermione after class; and seeing as
how you didn't hold the class, I thought it would give you a short break from
research while you did it," Harry said, not looking at Snape.

"How
thoughtful, Potter; giving me a rest from work to do more work." Harry
didn't respond, just smirked.
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