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The Long Road	By : SinisterMe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 63607 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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“Is it all right that they’re back so soon, sir?” Remus asked, crushing a half made fish he’d been working on. He’d been attempting to be silent, which had been relatively easy with a focused Teddy and normally quiet Severus as his company. He wondered how he would fare with more company and wished he hadn’t taken that potion so early in the day.
“My wards apparently seem to think so,” Severus sneered. He looked over and saw the concerned expression on Remus’ face. “It will be fine; I’m sure they just need to come make sure you are still breathing.”
“Will they stay long, sir?” Teddy asked anxiously.
“I couldn’t say, Teddy. Remember what we talked about, though.”
“I’ll try, sir,” Teddy sighed, not looking impressed.
Remus looked between the two of them in mild confusion.
The boy sighed. “Sir wants me to try and be friends with them,” he said.
“Well I think-” Remus was cut off by the sound of the door at the top of the stairs opening.
Harry’s hushed voice was heard, “See? We stop by unexpectedly and he has them in the basement!”
“Harry, his lab is down here, I told you that yesterday. I’m surprised he lets anyone down here, it’s his personal space,” Hermione whispered back. The third stair squeaked.
Hermione and then Harry came down the stairs and entered the lab. Hermione smiled brightly while Harry’s face took on an expression of awed disgust.
“Hi everyone,” she said, coming nearer the table.
“Hello, Hermione; Harry,” Remus said. He found himself overanalyzing even those three words. The potion was still fogging his mind; he had to steel himself to keep a torrent of words from pouring out.
“Hi Remus, hi Teddy,” Harry said. “Snape.”
“Potter,” Severus acknowledged, inclining his head slightly.
Harry walked up to the corner of the table between Teddy and Remus. “What are you guys doing down here?”
“We were learning how to make the seven basic cuts that will be one of the platforms of Teddy’s instruction in the art,” Severus said at length, when it was apparent that neither Teddy nor Lupin was going to answer the young man.
“Sounds like fun,” Harry said with disdain.
Teddy flashed him a dirty look out of the corner of his eye.
Hermione saw it clear as day. “Just because you never enjoyed potions doesn’t mean other people don’t, Harry,” she said, coming nearer to the table also.“This doesn’t look much like potions practice to me,” she added. “What do you have there?”
Teddy looked at his father and then Severus. “Dad called it ‘play dough’,” Teddy said, looking down at the half made shape obscured by his hands. “I’m trying to make a dragon,” he said, voice growing smaller as he spoke, his confidence deflating,
Harry took a visibly deep breath and looked more closely at what Teddy was doing.
“Do you know Hermione’s husband works with dragons for a living?” he asked.
Teddy shook his head, not looking over at him. He grasped his stuffed dragon closer. “Real dragons?” Teddy asked, interested in spite of himself.
“Yes, they’re real. Maybe next time we see you Hermione will bring along a picture of him with one of them.” Harry cleared his throat, running his hand aggressively through his short black hair. “Look, I’m sorry that I scared you the other day,” Harry said, moving a step nearer. “I really didn’t mean to.”
Teddy nodded, adding another lump to his play clay dragon. “That’s what sir told me,” he said quietly, still not looking up.
Harry’ glanced over at Severus briefly. “Yes, well whatever he’s said aside; I’d really appreciate if you gave me another chance.”
Teddy shrugged his shoulders. “I guess so.”
“Okay; I can handle that for now,” Harry conceded.
Remus was just about chomping on his tongue trying to keep from saying anything, so when Hermione turned to him and noted, “You look well today, Remus,” he was lucky to say only what he did.
“Thank you” he replied. “I slept very well last night and overall today has been quite relaxing; even though it has been years since I worried about knowing the seven basic slices.”
Hermione nodded, “That’s wonderful,” she said, smiling at him, “I’m sure you did just fine.”
Harry, however, looked at him more closely, stepping one, then two paces closer to him and leaning in to look into his eyes.
“Of course he’s happy; he’s high as a kite right now!” Harry exclaimed, waving his hand in Remus’ face.
Remus’ head wobbled about, trying to follow the motion of Harry’s hand, which was blurring into what looked like flesh coloured streamers being waved wildly about. He closed his eyes to steady himself, feeling for a moment like he was falling over when Harry stopped shaking his hand.
“It is a side effect of a healing elixir I have been giving him,” Severus said, molding his play clay together into a ball and putting it back in the bowl.
Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione stepped forward. “I don’t believe I’m familiar with that potion, Professor. It would have to be lycanthrope safe and I don’t know of any healing potions strong enough to produce these kinds of side effects that are made without some kind of contamination.”.
“You wouldn’t be; it isn’t available on the open market,” Snape replied.
“Why not?” Harry asked, leaning in to look at Remus again.
“Because it is lycanthrope safe; the cost of brewing this particular potion is minimal, but the amount of time and the level of precision needed are more than most people wish to expend. No one is interested in publishing or purchasing them.”
“This one; them?” Hermione asked, her eyes shining.
Snape shrugged, reaching over and collecting Remus’ dough and putting it in the bowl with his own. “Everyone needs a hobby,” he said, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with her attention.
“Does that mean there are more of them?” Hermione pressed.
“Oh, a few,” Severus said, brushing it off, “I considered putting them together into a book, but I never got around to it.”
Hermione’s mouth opened and closed. “Please, Professor; may I see them?”
Severus rather wished this topic of conversation hadn’t come up. Something in her voice made him reluctant to deny her. “I suppose I could make a copy of them for you before you leave,” he said.
“That would be amazing; thank you, sir!” Hermione exclaimed.
Harry pulled his glasses off and cleaned the lenses on his shirt. Replacing them, he looked about the room again, striding around with his hands behind his back. Snape wasn’t much worried about him touching anything, Potter had never cared for the art of brewing and he doubted the boy would take an interest now.
Remus grinned at them. “I’ve been taking potions like a normal person since I got here, Hermione. Healing potions, pain potions, sleeping potions… I used to think that my body’s ability to heal itself so quickly was nature’s way of making up for the fact that I couldn’t take so many kinds of medicines. I even had to deal with Theseus’ Flu un-medicated when I was about Teddy’s age.” Remus looked between Severus and Hermione. “Sorry, I very might be talking too much. It is very difficult to be quiet when I take this potion.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “I don’t notice much of a difference, personally,” he said.
Remus smiled, moving his hand to cover his mouth.
“You done with your dough there?” Snape asked Teddy. “We can bring it upstairs if you’d like to continue.”
Teddy looked up at him. “Okay, sir,” he said. “I think I’d like that.”
“Is this supposed to be their Wolfsbane?” Harry asked from across the room.
Severus turned to see Harry leaning over one of the steaming cauldrons. “Potter!” he said sharply, setting the bowl on the table with a ‘bang’, he was on his way across the room like a man with a very important mission. “Get the hell away from there!”
Harry looked up; his expression halfway between surprised and pissed off. “What?”
Snape was at his side by now; he grabbed a handful of Harry’s robes and pulled him back.
“Hey! Let go of me!” Harry exclaimed.
Having pulled him back a couple of steps, Severus did just that. “You foolish boy,” he said, anger and exasperation both apparent in his voice.
“I wasn’t going to hurt them!” Harry said, putting his hand to his temple in what looked like frustration.
“Fine, go stick your head back in a stream of noxious fumes,” Severus said, throwing his hands in the air. “I believe you need a brain for them to damage, anyway. You would probably be bloody fine!”
“How are you containing the fumes? You would need more than an air vent to make it safe for all of us to be down here,” Hermione noted.
Severus wondered what she knew about brewing Wolfsbane but refrained from asking. “I have a very specific set of wards in place. One across the surface of the cauldron; it allows nothing in, but permits steam to exit. One from floor to ceiling, encircling the potions and the vents, it allows people to pass through but will not allow any of the steam to exit it, making the room safe to occupy. I still use a bubble head charm when I brew it, but while it stays on the fire, this is more practical.”
Hermione nodded. “One way wards, you say? Interesting,” she said, as if to herself.
“A person can do so much more with warding magic than is ever let on in most of the popular literature,” Snape said, shaking his head.
“Sir, you said that Remus and Teddy would be spending their transformations down here; I don’t see where it would be safe for that with all of this equipment around,” Hermione stated.
“There is a large room attached to this one; it has been prepared to accommodate their needs.”
“Do you think we could see it, sir?” Remus asked suddenly.
“I don’t see why not,” Severus said, looking at Teddy. He wondered if looking at the room would help him or spook him. He leaned forward; Teddy was still perfecting his play dough dragon, not looking up. “Teddy,” he began, “would you prefer to stay here, or come with us to see the room?”
The boy was quiet for a minute; Severus didn’t press him. “I’ll come see, sir,” he answered after a time.
“Are you sure?” Severus asked.
The boy nodded, setting his project on the table alongside his stuffed dragon.
“You don’t want to bring your dragon?” he questioned the boy.
“No, sir; he doesn’t need to see this. Besides, he can’t come in there with me when it’s time anyway; I’ll just destroy him,” Teddy said the words blankly, his eyes on the table.
“I think you should bring him; German Spinescales are tougher than you might think; don’t be fooled by their size. Of course he can come with you when it’s time; I’ll not let anything happen to him,” Severus assured, wishing there weren’t so many people in the room watching him.
Teddy looked up. “You’ll keep him safe?”
“He’s so fierce, he doesn’t need much protection from me; but yes, I’ll keep him safe so he can be with you in the morning.”
“Okay,” Teddy said, looking at his lap, trying to disguise the smile he wore but not really accomplishing it.
Severus stood. “If you’re sure you want to see it, come along,” he said to the boy.
Teddy grabbed his dragon and hopped off of his chair.
Severus levitated Remus’ chair, moving it so it went before him through the lab. When he reached the door, Severus paused, chair hovering mid-air, so that he could open the door and walk through. He brought the chair along next. Teddy and the other two followed closely.
Remus looked around. The room was a very good size, the ceiling much higher than in the rest of the basement; it must have been done with magic because there was no other way it would have fit into the house and left the main floor level. There were no windows, the walls and floor appeared to be made of stone and in one corner there was a large metallic box with a buckle done to hold the lid in place.
“I fail to see how you’re going to be able to help Teddy if you’re locked in here with nothing to use,” Harry frowned, surveying the room with disdain.
Severus rolled his eyes. “You’ve lived how many years in the Wizarding World? And you still don’t know that what you see isn’t often what actually is,” Severus said, going over to the side of the room closest to the door and tapping the wall three times with the tip of his wand.
The wall became transparent, revealing a shallow cabinet that ran across most of the wall; shelves lined it from just about where the floor began to about a foot over the top of Snape’s head. These shelves were lined with bottles, vials beakers, droppers… it was basically a short supply potions cabinet.
“What if you’re going in there to get something and one of us gets in there, sir?” Remus asked, peering at all of the glass nervously.
“I have it warded,” Severus said, as if that would explain everything.
“Won’t you need to take down the wards in order to get what you need from the cabinet?” Hermione asked.
“I should say that I have it very specifically warded. Neither Remus nor Teddy could reach in there, even now. I have it warded explicitly against lycanthropic blood. My arm could be in there and either of them would still be denied access.”
Hermione leveled him with a look that was hard to read. “You know a ward that specifically targets werewolves?”
“Yes; the walls and door of this room are covered with them. I also have the knowledge of how to use them to protect myself if the need arises. I hope to have planned for every eventuality.” He knew that he had.
Harry put a palm on one of the walls, leaning his weight into it. He looked surprised to find himself sinking further into the wall than expected. He stood upright in shock. “What the-?”
“Cushioning charms; they’re layered over the wards we were just discussing. If, for some reason, Teddy’s Wolfsbane doesn’t go as planned, I didn’t want him to hurt himself attempting to escape once he realizes he can’t get to me,” Severus explained.
“You really have done your research,” Hermione said, her lips quirked downwards.
“More than you know,” Snape agreed ruefully, thankful that none of them were privy to information about his time with the werewolf cubs. No one was in on that information but certain Ministry officials, a very small, very tight lipped percentage of the Order and now one Remus Lupin.
“What’s in the box?” Teddy asked, his eyes not really having moved from it the entire time.
Severus pondered what the child was so afraid might be in there. He walked up to the metal box and undid the latch, pulling the lid open. Inside were ten heavy rubber balls, three Frisbees and just over a dozen heavy bones.
“Young cubs are often easily distracted, even without the Wolfsbane,” he said with the echo of a smile across his face.
Remus’ hands were clasped tightly on the arms of his chair. “You’ve planned to… play games with him?” he asked in disbelief.
Severus took one of the balls and bounced it once on the floor, catching it midair and placing it back in the box. “We’ll just see if you’re able to resist the allure of the rubber ball, even with your potion in full effect,” Snape smirked.
Teddy looked uncertain. “Do you really think I would like that, sir?”
“I think you would, very much. Even if the Wolfsbane works, you will have a lot of energy to burn off; more than your father, at any rate. I’ll find ways to keep you busy so you don’t get frustrated.”
Teddy smiled shyly. “I trust you, sir.”
Harry snorted derisively to himself, turning swiftly from the room and back into the lab.
Remus watched him go, a lost look on his face.
“What do you have to say, Weasley?” Severus asked, knowing that Granger always had something to say.
Hermione took one last look around the room. “I think it’s a pretty good setup; other than it being a potential deathtrap for you personally,” she said. “Where did you learn these wards, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Necessity Weasley; necessity,” Severus replied, following Harry into the lab so the incompetent brat wouldn’t get into anything else he shouldn’t.
Back in the lab, Severus helped Teddy collect his clay dragon and moved them all upstairs, pocketing a small vial as they went and levitating Remus up the stairs behind everyone. Snape got Teddy set up with his play clay at the kitchen table, setting out a plate of crackers and cheese as well as a tall glass of ice water for the boy. He instructed him to come get him if he needed anything else or was feeling done with his sculptures. Then he settled all of them down in the living room, or as settled as this group could get in each other’s presence at any rate.
Severus noted the way that Potter was rubbing his forehead and bringing his hand up to his temples, wondering if the youth would ever be able to swallow his pride and admit he was having a problem. He almost laughed; he would have done the same when he was Potter’s age, and he’d have died before admitting anything was wrong.
He found that he had been lost in his own inconsequential thoughts for some time, listening in only to hear Remus say, “…so the rules seem to be simple enough to live by.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry asked irritably. “So simple Snape would be willing to show them to us, verbatim?”
Severus wondered how much of this was natural hostility and how much was pure bitchiness from the brutal headache he knew Potter to be experiencing from his short exposure to the Wolfsbane fumes.
He didn’t say a word, just stood, looking at them all with a blank expression he had patented years ago. He tried not to notice how Remus seemed to recoil from his cold exterior as he passed him, his feet leading him up the stairs and into his own rooms. He paused to take a deep breath and clear his mind before he retrieved the rules the bond had laid out for them, heading down to the living room.
As he was paused on the stairs, in no way above eavesdropping, he was just in time to hear Harry say angrily, “…I know that just because you look okay doesn’t mean you are. I know the kind of son of a bitch we’re dealing with here; you don’t have to hide anything from me.”
“Harry,” Hermione said warningly, “I don’t think this is what we came to talk about.”
“This is exactly what I came to talk about, Hermione,” Harry said, his voice low and burgeoning on angry. “He doesn’t deserve to put his hands on you; let alone to have free use of your body for his own sick pleasures.”
“Harry,” Remus said, sounding rather cross, “please don’t speak about him that way.”
“You’re going to sit here and defend him after he raped you last night?” Harry was raising his voice at this point.
“I didn’t consider it rape,” Remus said quietly.
“No? Well what would you consider it then? Remus, you can’t say you actually liked having him ram his greasy -“
“Harold James Potter!” Remus roared in a voice louder than Severus knew he still possessed.
The room grew eerily silent; Severus wondered if he should descend the rest of the way down the stairs to intervene on whatever it was that was about to happen in his living room.
“I’ve seen and heard enough disrespect from you! Severus has been more than good to me as well as to your godson; I will not tolerate you speaking that way about him any longer. Yes, the nature of our bond is… sexual; and yes, last night we were… intimate, not that it is any of your business. I’ve accepted it; I don’t see why you can’t. Do you realize that if he was half the monster you thought he was he would take your utter lack of regard for him or his property out of us, lash by lash? But I haven’t seen him so much as raise his voice at Teddy in the entire time we’ve been here,” Remus’ voice was dissolving from anger into a more liquid emotion, he felt his throat closing up, his eyes were burning with what he presumed to be tears. “He’s treated me with nothing but respect; I won’t allow you to keep doing this, Harry. I just won’t; you’re supposed to be my guest.”
Snape decided that it would be a good idea to make himself known before things got too out of hand down there. He came around the corner, unseen by Remus whose back was towards him. Potter looked like he’d just been hit in the head with a bludger and Hermione was sitting there with both eyebrows raised. He came nearer and touched Lupin’s shoulder. Remus looked up at him quickly, startled. Tears were in his eyes, an expression of surprise and partially of fear appearing on his features.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Remus said forlornly, eyes on his hands.
Snape almost didn’t notice he’d spoken; his eyes were trained on Harry.
“Outside, now; I need to speak to you in private,” he said. The voice implied much restrained anger, he was sure his eyes were alight with it. He took a deep breath and tried desperately to clear his mind again.
Remus jumped a little, placing his hands on the armrests and bracing himself as if he would try to stand. He hadn’t heard Severus use this tone of voice in many years and was reluctant to disobey what was clearly an order and then to have the bond make him do it anyway.
Snape saw what he was doing, rolling his eyes and setting his hand on Remus’ shoulder, pushing him gently back into the chair. “Not you,” he said softly.
“I’m sorry sir,” Remus said again, unsure what was expected of him.
“Don’t apologize,” Severus said to Remus. “If you’ll pardon me, Weasley; I have to borrow your friend for a moment. I believe that this was what you wanted to see,” he pulled the parchment from his robe and tossed it to Hermione. His gaze hardened as he looked back up at Harry, who hadn’t moved from his seat. “Today, Potter.”
Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees.
“If you think I won’t forcibly remove both of us from this room you will find yourself sorely mistaken.”
Harry sighed and stood. “Fine,” he said.
Severus turned with a swirl of his robes and walked through the dining room through the veranda all without looking back. Once outside, he waited for Harry to come through the doorway before closing it securely.
“I absolutely cannot believe you,” Snape said, completely exasperated.
“Me?” Harry snapped back, pressing his hand to his temple. “You’re the one with an old classmate and his son magically bound to you in such a way you can literally not be reproached for anything you do to them.”
Snape took a deep breath; he would try not to let this imp bait him. He would stay on point. “Do you have any idea how fragile Remus’ mental state is right now?”
Harry seemed to stop in his proverbial tracks. His eyes narrowed. “Is that a threat, Snape?”
Severus shook his head. “Does it need to be in order for you to listen to what I have to say, Potter?” he asked without rancor.
“No,” Harry said grudgingly.
“Good. I know that you and I… do not see eye to eye,” Severus said, trying to think of a way to phrase that without being too antagonistic.
“That’s an understatement,” Harry said with a snort.
“Yes, it is,” Snape agreed. “I would like to think, however, that you would be willing to bend, to compromise a little where that is concerned, if it would help Remus. He isn’t the person you used to know, not completely. He may or may not ever fully be that person again.”
“What are you trying to tell me, Snape? All I want is to be closer to Remus and Teddy while making sure you’re not up to any bullshit.”
Idiot. “I am trying to tell you to lighten up, believe it or not, you stupid child. I understand that this situation is… difficult at best, as well as the fact that you are angry and possibly confused about it all. There is no reason to lay these frustrations on Remus. If, now or in the future, you have a complaint or something you wish to debate or see changed, you will come to me,” his tone broached little argument, as did the look on his face.
“Are you attempting to tell me what I can and can’t speak to Remus about? What are you trying to hide?”
Snape sighed. “I am trying to tell you to take it easy and to stop upsetting him. He needs friends much more than he needs people to be on his back about what he has gone through; what he has to go through. Perhaps it was daft of me, but I was rather hoping you would be one of those people. Tell me now if you don’t think you can get past the type of – relationship – he is required to have with me for long enough to do that.”
“You don’t deserve to touch him,” Harry said with a little less ire than the last time.
“Do you hear me disagreeing with you? Fortunately for some and unfortunately for others we do not always get what we deserve in this life. You of all people should know this.”
“If I find out you’re hurting them…” Harry threatened.
“I would be within my right to do whatever I wished with either of them. However, I think it is safe to say that none of us are the people we used to be.”
Harry seemed to think about what Snape had just said, his hand fluttering back up to rub his forehead.
“When are you going to stop playing the hero, Potter?” Snape asked, pulling the vial he’d brought up from the lab out of his pocket.
“Now what are you getting at?” Harry asked in an irritated voice.
“One swallow of this should clear up your headache,” Snape clarified, holding the vial out.
Harry looked warily at the vial.
Severus let out a huff of laughter. “If I wanted to poison you I would have done it long before this.”
Harry seemed to find that reasonable, accepting the vial and taking the one swallow he had been instructed to take. He corked it and handed it back to Severus, sighing in relief almost before Snape had put it back in his pocket.
“Thank Merlin,” Harry muttered.
“I don’t see why, he didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“Arrogant bastard,” Harry snapped, shaking his head.
“Now Potter, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Snape sneered.
Harry groaned. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
“I’ve been informed once or twice in my life. Enough banter, do you think you can be there for Lupin in the capacity he needs? Or do I boot you off of my property right now?”
Harry looked at him like there were luminescent fungi growing out of his ears. “For Remus? I’d do anything. Don’t think that means I’m going to be civil to you however.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Snape drawled. He thought personally that their visits would be much duller if Potter did that.
“I just can’t get past the idea of you and him…”
“Would you rather Macnair was still alive and in possession of him – of both of them?”
“No!” Harry said immediately. “I read the Ministry file; I’d never wish that on anyone!”
“Is it because we are both men?” Severus asked, the idea suddenly occurring to him. Potter was raised in the muggle world; perhaps he had the same narrow minded outlook on same gendered partnership as many of them did.
Harry tilted his head, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face briefly. “Absolutely not.”
“Then it is because of me,” Severus stated, trying to find clarification.
“Yes and no,” Harry said. “I just can’t stand that he doesn’t have a choice, you know? No say in what happens in his life or to his body.”
“And?” Severus prompted; wondering if on some level Harry wasn’t drawing a parallel between himself and Lupin. The boy hadn’t had much control over his life or his body for a large percentage of his existence. He’d belonged to cruel, thoughtless muggles before escaping that only to be trained to be a weapon or a human sacrifice, whichever came first, by the very people who claimed to care for him. Interesting.
“And? And you’re just mean. I’ve read your Ministry files too, you know. It just about took me all night the damned thing was so thick, never mind that about half of it has been redacted, for ‘security’ purposes. So I guess I can’t even claim to know what you’re all capable of, since the Ministry isn’t sharing and I know you aren’t going to. What I did read kept me up for the rest of the night, thinking that the person who did all of those horrible things was now in complete control of Remus and my godson.”
Snape was silent for a moment, thanking the gods above that the Ministry had seen fit to hold back some of his file from public and internal viewing. Though he was sure that the parts they’d included would be more than enough to paint a lovely picture for whoever read them.
“I am under no delusions that I am a nice person, Potter,” Snape started, “but neither am I the person you read about in that file. You asked me last time you were here why Macnair left them to me in the first place. He left them to me as a continuous test of my conscience and restraint; he wasn’t hoping just to break them by doing it, but me as well. He wanted to show me that I am no better than them or the person I was when I was young.”
“A test?” Harry asked.
“Indeed. It is a test I hope to pass; I believe that I have succeeded so far, but power is a tricky thing, Potter. It deceives a person into thinking that they have the right to do or to take anything they want. Even though I am aware of this, I am not so conceited as to think I am above succumbing to it again.”
“Why don’t you ever say what it is you actually want to bloody say?” Harry asked, not understanding what the hell Snape was really talking about.
“Keep stopping by for tea, Auror Potter. Just remember who it is you’re supposed to be making life difficult for and everything will be just fine.” Severus reached for the doorknob.
“Are you telling me to make sure that you …stay on track, so to speak?” Harry squinted at him, clearly putting this all together with great difficulty.
“You’re supposed to be the detective, Potter, you figure it out,” Severus said, amused. He turned the knob and returned into the house, leaving the door open for Harry to follow him.
A/N: Sorry it’s late! Hope you enjoy it; more to come. Thank you for your encouraging words about the last chapter, I just about couldn’t believe it! Hopefully some of you liked seeing Remus and then Snape give Harry a hard time, I know I really liked writing it.
Please let me know what you thought of this one, the next few will hopefully be interesting!
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