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the room of requirement	By : evil-minded Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character from it, Rowling does … I do not make any money out of Harry Potter either, again – Rowling does … I however do own Nolan Malfoy – but I don’t make money of him also … :D …

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author's Notes:

Uhm ... ok ... I have to admit ... English is not my language by birth ... so ... please do not kill me while reading ... neither for the bad English I use, nor for what I am writing ...

Warning:

Story contains references to child abuse:

Child abuse is a really serious thing, it is an evil thing and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help without being helped, and closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist – is no solution … handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs – whichever – of once being abused … with understanding and with help …

what does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be … ^.~ … believe me – I am …

break … ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ … line

Previously in The room of requirement

"Then there really is nothing we can do, Severus." The headmaster said, sitting back again in his chair. "The wards would crumble the moment he asks for your help, the moment he himself fears for his life in this house. Then the wards would be useless and he wouldn't be safe there any longer anyway. But as long as he does not take this step, the wards will stay in place and we can do nothing to remove him."

The room of requirement

Chapter six

Just ask for help, Potter

Monday

It was just another evening and it was just that he wanted to find out more about those obnoxious Gryffindors and what they were up to with this chat of theirs, noting more. And it was just a chance for him to fool them a bit, nothing more. He would have his fun and he would have a bit of a laugh, nothing more.

That at least was what he told himself while he poured himself a cup of tea. He definitely wasn't worried about Potter!

hufflejustin: what? I'm here …

Hermy: you're not … I know that you are absent, hufflejustin

[justharry enters the room of requirement at 9:21 pm]

Ah, here he came, the person he was interested in the most right now, even if he never would admit it, not even to himself. Or maybe at least not to himself.

[justharry gets op-rights from the founders]

Potter just was a student who happened to be up to something during his summer holidays, gathering all the other Gryffindors around himself – and who happened to be beaten at a regular basis, he added in his mind.

founders: hello justharry, nice to see you this evening. take a coke and feel at home.

Darkmaster: Good evening, justharry. I hope you are well this evening?

Darkmaster: Really Hermy? How so?

Slythadrian: hi justharry *wave*

justharry: hi Darkmaster, yes, I am … you're ok too ?

Hermy: hi justharry … how're you?

hufflejustin: hi, justharry

hufflejustin: why? How can you see it, Hermy?

Darkmaster huffs at justharry.

justharry: hi Slythadrian ... *rewaves* ...

justharry: hi, hufflejustin … *wave* …

justharry: hi Hermy … fine, you ?

Hermy: well, your name is written in cursive, hufflejustin … Darkmaster

Ravenboot: hi justharry … *waves*

justharry: hi ravenboot … *rewaves*

justharry .oO( ... have I greeted all of them now ? ... )

Darkmaster: I guess, justharry.

justharry: you're all alright ?

Darkmaster: Well, I greet them all in one sentence, that's easier, justharry.

justharry: I know you do … I should too … it's always really hard work greeting everyone here without forgetting someone, Darkmaster ... and they would kill me if I did … *g* … and don't huff at me … I am …

[Hermy leaves the room of requirement at 9:27]

Darkmaster: Of course, justharry.

justharry: everything's fine, Darkmaster ... as always ... as fine as noodle soup ...

Darkmaster: *cough*

[Hermy enters the room of requirement at 9:27]

[Hermy gets op-rights from the founders]

founders: hello Hermy, nice to see you this evening … take a book and feel like being in the library …

justharry gives Darkmaster a Kleenex

hufflejustin: *gives Darkmaster a coughing drop*

Slythadrian: re Hermy … so good you're back again

ravenboot: re Hermy

plainliquid: pats Darkmaster onto the shoulder

Darkmaster: Thanks, thanks … *lookingannoyed*

Darkmaster: Hello back Hermy, sent a mail again? ^.~

Hermy: sure, Darkmaster ... *lol*

justharry: re Hermy

plainliquid: now there is silence?

ravenboot: it seems

justharry: *snore*

ravenboot: justharry *nudge*

plainliquid: oh oh … justharry *nudge*

justharry: *fall*

ravenboot: lol

Darkmaster: Try to fall carefully, justharry, otherwise you could damage your delicate body.

justharry: I'm just not acclimatized … between Hogwarts and Surrey … you know, jetlag and such …

ravenboot: looooooooooooooooool

Slythadrian: yes, of course, above all because of the jetlag justharry …

ravenboot: lol

Gryffidean: justharry: has gotten sensible

Gryffidean: topples over and such things

justharry: jap, slythadrian ... time difference ... and the change in weather patterns ... not to mention the change of language ...

Darkmaster: After two weeks of holidays, justharry … ^.~ … ?

plainliquid: well, then sleep, justharry

justharry: of course, Darkmaster … I always am slow …

slythadrian: muhahahaha justharry

Darkmaster: Actually, I already did know this one, justharry.

justharry: hey ... you are screaming "behead me" ... Gryffidean ...

justharry: what a joke, plainliquid ... I'll try later ...

Gryffidean: nooo justharry leave me alone :-(((

justharry: thank you so much, Darkmaster

justharry: well, then you better be careful, Gryffidean ... you're destroying my reputation ...

plainliquid: oh, what … justharry … we're all the same in front of the founders … and what reputation anyway?

Darkmaster: Reputation – you have a reputation, justharry?

justharry: yes, of course, plainliquid … the one I have build up over the past few centuries …

justharry: not really, as it seems, Darkmaster

Darkmaster: Well, I thought so, justharry.

plainliquid: oh, really? Well, I think I'm reading you here for the first time, justharry

Darkmaster: *lol* plainliquid.

justharry: whom, plainliquid ? me ? … ^.~ …

plainliquid: I guess yes

Gryffidean: *falling down*

justharry: ^.~

Slythadrian: o.O

justharry: *lol*

Gryffidean: justharry *waitingforthesword*

justharry: just wait a minute ... an old man is no express train ... I just entered ...

ravenboot: can't you just fall up? Instead of down? Gryffidean?

ravenboot: wouldn't be as dangerous

justharry is taking the sword from the wall …

ravenboot: huh? Was it wrong what I said?

Darkmaster: No, it hasn't anything to do with you, ravenboot.

Hufflejustin: no, I think they started an insider – with swords

slythadrian is rolling on the floor with laugher

justharry too ...

Gryffidean: ah … ok …

Darkmaster: ^.~

justharry: what, Darkmaster?

Darkmaster: Oh, nothing. I just looked at a profile.

plainliquid: ah

plainliquid: mine Darkmaster ?

Darkmaster: Sure ^.~

plainliquid: oh

ravenboot: mine?

plainliquid: loool

Darkmaster: From the founders.

plainliquid: oh oh … the bot has a profile?

Darkmaster: Of course.

justharry: (_(_()~~~

slythadrian: !caugh

founders: is opening the channel window

Hufflejustin: hey, close the window!

Hufflejustin: hurry up, it's getting cold in here.

Hufflejustin: !firewood

founders: is casting a warming charm over the tavern, so no one freezes!

justharry: thank you, now I'm cold, slythadrian ... *freeze*

Hufflejustin: !planket

slythadrian: that piece of wood goes onto your bill, Hufflejustin :-))

Hufflejustin: Well, I just want to have a !planket order – just alone for me …

Gryffidean: I want to have an order too

plainliquid: Gryffidean: !sit

justharry: wouldn't work anyway, Hufflejustin … not with planket … but maybe I can talk to the bot so he might give you a bbbbbblanket …

slythadrian: you just have to think at yourself, Hufflejustin ?

Hermy: well, I begin to lose the respect for you Hufflejustin … I'm shocked...

slythadrian: you begin, Hermy?

Hufflejustin: o.O

plainliquid: hehe

Hufflejustin: did you ever have one? Hermy?

Hufflejustin: respect I mean

Darkmaster: *g*

plainliquid: you have to earn respect … Hufflejustin …

justharry warns Hufflejustin with the sword ...

ravenboot: me is ordering for himself … I mean, isn't ordered around by someone

ravenboot: damn

justharry: the wrong way round, ravenboot

Hufflejustin: discretely runs away from justharry

justharry: *gg*

ravenboot: I can see that, justharry

plainliquid: I too have the last word, ravenboot ... yes, mum, I'll do … *gg*

justharry: I guess you know, Gryffidean ... a sword can be thrown ...

justharry: *freeze* ... *shudder* ... *cough* ... *sneeze* …

ravenboot: !firewood

founders: is casting a warming charm over the tavern, so no one freezes!

justharry sits besides the fireplace, in the rocking chair, with a blanket and a mug of hot mead ...

plainliquid: ohhhhhh … I want tooooooo … run towards justharry …

Gryffidean: *uargh*

plainliquid: *retch*?

ravenboot: *retchtoo*

justharry: not a chance, plainliquid … THIS is MINE and MINE alone … the place, the rocking chair, the blanket and the mug of hot mead … and I won't share it …

hufflejustin: sorry guys my girlfriend said good by, she left

ravenboot: oh oh , hufflejustin … I'm sorry …

plainliquid: really ? and now, hufflejustin? I'm really sorry.

justharry: oh, sorry to hear that … why, did she anyway, hufflejustin ?

slythadrian: sorry 'bout that, hufflejustin.

Darkmaster: I am so sorry, hufflejustin … ^.~ …

hufflejustin: yes, she's on her way to Spain with her parents

justharry: oh … ok …

justharry: I just thought … well … never mind, hufflejustin

hufflejustin: why? what, justharry?

slythadrian: *lol*

Darkmaster: Forever hufflejustin?

plainliquid: I thought your girlfriend left you, hufflejustin

ravenboot: uff

hufflejustin: no, she's just in Spain for a few days

plainliquid: ah so

Darkmaster: well, then ...

ravenboot: *phew* … and I thought …

Darkmaster: never mind, I too misunderstood

justharry: don't be too shocked, Darkmaster ... I always do misunderstand things in here ...

plainliquid: I would be so sad for hufflejustin and his girlfriend

plainliquid: runs to hufflejustin and hugs him until he can't breathe anymore

slythadrian: :-)

Darkmaster: Do not let this hug see hufflejustin's girlfriend, plainliquid, or his girl might leave him really.

justharry: you're ok, Hermy ? you're so silent ... *prod* ...

Gryffidean: *throws snowballs through the room of requirement*

slythadrian: the founders will be so happy about that, Gryffidean

plainliquid: oh Gryffidean ... you better throw a cleaning cloth … over the floor

justharry: snowballs … in the middle of summer … Gryffidean … but otherwise you're ok ?

slythadrian: lol

hufflejustin: well? If you clean the floor afterwards, Gryffidean …

Darkmaster: !cleaning

founders: get your feet off the floor, but not onto the table, I have to mop the floor … just look what it looks like in here!

Darkmaster: That command really exists?

justharry: *gg*

founders: please keep from throwing snowballs, rather take the firewood ! (slythadrian)

justharry: *lol*

plainliquid: cool the founders can mope the floors ... phenomenal

justharry: Hermy ?

plainliquid: Hermy? Where are you?

Gryffidean: I#m sure she fell asleep

plainliquid: not everyone is without manners like you, Gryffidean …

Hermy: sorry, was talking with mom for a moment.

justharry: ok, I already was worried Hermy …

Well, Potter actually sounded well tonight, but that didn't mean anything and having had his fun in the room he opened his usual evening dialog to Potter. He would find out more tonight, he promised himself.

[You have opened a private dialog to the user justharry]

Darkmaster: And HOW are you really, Potter?

justharry: I'm fine, thanks …

Darkmaster: I can understand that you won't admit being in pain in front of the others, but we are in private here, Potter.

Darkmaster: So you can drop your mask now and tell me how you really are feeling.

justharry: I'm fine, like I said.

Darkmaster: And you think I would believe you?

Of course Potter wouldn't admit how he really felt. He had been rather embarrassed about it all yesterday and he hadn't even answered his last question the night before.

justharry: I just don't want to speak about it, ok?

Darkmaster: Understandable.

Darkmaster: But together we actually might find a way to keep you safe from you uncle's beatings.

justharry: *sighs*

justharry: listen, there is no way.

Darkmaster: You could ask for help – for example.

justharry: there is no way. who would want to anyway? It isn't as if I asked for help with an essay

Darkmaster: You might be surprised, and actually I am already trying to help. But I cannot do anything if you don't ask for help.

Darkmaster: I have to know what exactly I can do to help you.

justharry: like I said, there simply is nothing.

Darkmaster: Maybe if I visited your aunt and uncle and talked to them?

justharry: *lol*

justharry: of course, and they would do what you tell them. They just would be worse afterwards, the moment you left, because they would be just the more angry

Well, of course Potter saw it this way. He believed that he was a seventh year student, a young wizard that was of age in the wizarding world but not in the muggle world, just a few years older than he was himself. Instead of a really adult wizard that would be able to really do anything to help.

Darkmaster: Then maybe if I address an adult? One of the professors? They really might be of help.

justharry: no!

justharry: absolutely not!

Darkmaster: But someone has to do something. And a professor could get you out of there.

justharry: don't you dare! You promised!

Darkmaster: Take reason, Potter!

justharry: no!

Darkmaster: A professor could get you out of this house and place you elsewhere where you would be safe and treated properly.

justharry: no! you promised! You promised you wouldn't tell anyone! I trusted you!

Darkmaster: And I didn't tell someone.

For a moment he thought about his visit to Dumbledore's office last night. He already had told someone. But honestly, Dumbledore wasn't about to do anything about it. On the contrary. The headmaster expected him to lean back and watch, to do nothing and watch. And he didn't like this little fact.

justharry: good

justharry: thanks

Darkmaster: You should not thank me for not telling someone as it won't help you.

justharry: I just don't want anyone to know about it. It's bad enough that you know it

Darkmaster: And that would be why, if I might ask?

justharry: because it is embarrassing!

Darkmaster: Not you should be ashamed but your relatives, Potter, as it is not your fault!

justharry: it is!

Darkmaster: I beg your pardon, Potter?

Well, he had known that it would come, the statement that it was his own fault, just as he had thought the evening before. It was coming late, but here it was.

justharry: what?

Darkmaster: Are you trying to tell me that you actually think that it is your fault?

justharry: it is!

Darkmaster: And that would be why, Potter?

justharry: because I'm a freak and a burden. My relatives didn't ask for me, they just had to take me

Darkmaster: And that alone gives them the right to beat you until they leave marks and draw blood, Potter?

justharry: listen, Darkmaster, they have their own son. They didn't want to have another one. They didn't want to have another child at all

justharry: but they had to take me in, no one asked them

Darkmaster: How dense are you, Potter? That doesn't give them the right to beat you! A child is to be kept safe and cared for!

justharry: you don't understand

Darkmaster: What exactly is there to not understand? No one and nothing gives anyone the right to beat a child!

Darkmaster: There is NOTHING to NOT understand about that!

justharry: if you would have to put up with a freak without being asked and without wanting to, you wouldn't be too glad about it either

Darkmaster: First, you are no freak, Potter!

justharry: you're attending Hogwarts, right ? I mean, we're at the same school, right ?

Darkmaster: Second, even if I had to put up with a child without being asked for, I wouldn't beat said child!

Darkmaster: And yes, we do speak of the same school, Potter.

justharry: so you should know me and so you should know that I'm an unworthy freak! I always get into trouble!

Darkmaster: Potter!

Darkmaster: First, you are not unworthy and surly you are not a freak! Second, well, let us sort this one out, shall we?

justharry: what do you mean?

Darkmaster: Your talent to – get into trouble I mean.

justharry: *blinks*

Darkmaster: Let us take your first year. The philosopher's stone. Why did you go after the stone alone without asking an adult for help?

Darkmaster: Why did you go after the stone in the first place?

justharry: well, actually we did ask for help

Darkmaster: You did? Whom?

justharry: Professor McGonagall.

justharry: we told her what we had found out, that someone was after the stone but she dismissed us and told us to go into our dorms

Darkmaster: And why didn't you do just that?

justharry: because Professor McGonagall didn't believe us. She wouldn't have done anything and then the stone would have been stolen

justharry: and then Voldie would have come back … I'm sure you can imagine that THAT wouldn't be such a great thing …

Coughing at the sip of tea he was taking he shook his head. The nerve Potter had, calling the Dark Lord by a nickname like that, Voldie. That boy better never let this one slip should he ever stand in front of the evil bastard.

But right now that was the merest of his problems. If he understood Potter correctly, then he indeed had asked an adult for help, namely his head of house, Minerva. And the woman actually had turned them down and sent them to their dormitory without giving them reassurance that she would have at least had a look.

And suddenly he understood. Potter had asked for help and help had been refused. Maybe just like so often before in his life with the Dursleys. So he'd simply had to act and do something. And he had done, and quite successfully even. But that foolish boy could have died in the task that hadn't been his.

Darkmaster: You actually asked your head of house for help and you have been sent away without getting said help you asked for?

justharry: uhm … well … yes … but it wasn't Professor McGonagall's fault.

Darkmaster: So, pray tell, Potter, who's fault was it then? She should have been there for you!

justharry: it was no one's fault. It just happened

Darkmaster: As the basilisk in the chamber of secret just happened in your second year?

justharry: well, yes … something like that.

Darkmaster: And you did ask for help in your second year too? With the basilisk?

justharry: actually, yes … we asked Lockhart. We even forced him to accompany us when he tried to ignore us.

justharry: but then he tried to obliviate us. But he used Ron's wand that was destroyed and the spell he used back-fired onto himself

Darkmaster: And last year? The story with the shrieking shack and the werewolf, with Lupin?

justharry: well, we told Dumbledore what we knew, and Dumbledore told Hermione that we had to use the time tuner to go back in time

justharry: it would have worked if I wouldn't have been too weak to produce a strong enough patronus

Snape blinked at the monitor in front of him. That was unheard of! That was outrageous! The headmaster actually had sent two third year students back in time to solve a problem that had been over their heads? That had been irresponsible! That had been …

justharry: so it's my fault that Sirius died! Know what he told me? He said I could come and live with him, but I got him killed!

Darkmaster: You just stop this line of thinking at once, Potter!

justharry: bvut why? it simply is like I sway! I got him kiled. it's my gault! I've been too weak!

Darkmaster: Stop it, Potter! Now! This has nothing to do with weakness and you are not responsible for Black's death.

Darkmaster: First, even adults sometimes have problems with the patronus charm.

Darkmaster: Second, there simply had been too much dementors. Everyone would have struggled with such an amount of them.

Darkmaster: And third, you did not get Black killed! It simply isn't your fault! Do you understand?

justharry: no!

justharry: YOU do not understand!

Darkmaster: What is there to not understand? Two third years never should have been allowed to handle such a situation alone!

justharry: I was able to produce a patronus! Professor Lupin tauvht me! But I couldn#t produve one back then!

Darkmaster: And I told you that there simply had been too many dementors. Even an adult would have struggled with them.

justharry: no! I just hafve been too weak!

Sighing in frustration Snape ran his hand over his face. Damn Albus for his stupidity and for his irresponsibility. How could he have sent two third year students out into the forest, out to the shrieking shack, back in time, and on their own? Potter and Granger were children, for Merlin's sake! They were children and they easily could have died facing not only the dementors but a werewolf too. They had been more lucky than anything else!

And what for? Black was dead anyway. Soulless and lifeless. And Potter blamed himself for it, just because he was a child that had not been stronger than any adult would have been. It had taken four adult wizards, namely him, Minerva, Albus and Fudge to get rid of the dementors so they would get Potter out of there alive.

And right now the boy was close to a breaking point if he judged the typing mistakes correctly. At least he was beyond simply upset and he would have to at least try to calm the boy. What was such a simple task having nothing else than just a keyboard and written words, not being present face to face with the boy. Really!

Darkmaster: Listen Potter! As I know, it had taken four adult wizards to get rid of those dementors. So why do you think you would have

Darkmaster: had any chances to get them under control by yourself? Even if you would have been able to sent out a patronus, it wouldn't

justharry: but I haven't even been able to produve a simple small patronus at all

Darkmaster: don't interrupt! It simply wouldn't have been enough, seeing as it had taken four patronuses to get control over them. You did

Darkmaster: nothing wrong, Potter and it isn't your fault! The headmaster never should have sent you out there into the forest, to the

Darkmaster: shrieking shack, to face dementors and a werewolf. It was irresponsible of him!

Darkmaster: Do you understand, Potter? You are not responsible for Black's death! Did I make myself clear?

justharry: you are wrong

justharry: there would have been a way

Darkmaster: And what way would that have been, Potter?

justharry: dunno, but it simply has to be this way

Darkmaster: Why?

justharry: cause otherwise I would have been doomed from the beginning. He was my godfather, you know? and he promised to take me in.

justharry: I have to believe that there would have been a way because if there wouldn't have been one, then I would have to believe that

justharry: fate never will have help for me.

Darkmaster: You already do believe in this, Potter, or you would allow an adult to help you now and to get you out of your relatives' house.

justharry: but ther eisn't anything anyone could do! They simply would make teh situationworse! And you fpromised!

Darkmaster: First, calm down, Potter!

Darkmaster: I promised you to keep your secret and I will do so. I just want to help.

justharry: thank you

justharry: sorry

Darkmaster: There is no reason to apologize at all, Potter. It is understandable that you are upset but there is no reason for.

justharry: I just don't want someone to know

Darkmaster: What exactly is it you fear, Potter?

justharry: it only will make things worse if someone talks to the Dursleys

Darkmaster: Let me guess, Potter, and tell me if I am right. In the past, there had been others who tried, correct?

justharry: yes. Years ago.

Darkmaster: But I am not a muggle. I am an adult wizard and I would be able to get you out of there if you just asked for help.

justharry: no!

Darkmaster: You do not trust me.

justharry: that's not what I mean

Darkmaster: What exactly is it then? Tell me so we can find a solution to the problem.

justharry: it's just … I don't want … you would be angry then … you would think I#m a weak freak and I don't want that! I mean … well …

justharry: I'm sure you won't want this, friendship, I mean, and I'm sure we never will have contact as soon as we're back at school.

justharry: but somehow here we are something like friends. And I do not want to lose you as a friend here.

Darkmaster: Listen Potter, and listen close! Or better read close! And do not interrupt! It is annoyingly enough that I can write only one

Darkmaster: line in this blasted dialog!

Darkmaster: However, first: I won't be angry because of you being abused by your relatives, Potter! And I already told you that I do not

Darkmaster: think that you are a freak, nor that you are weak! Never mind what exactly I would find out while speaking to those muggles.

Darkmaster: Concerning the both of us being friends, I am not sure what to make out of this one. But let me assure you I indeed do care.

Darkmaster: Otherwise I would not sit here and try to get some reason into this thick skull of yours. I do care and I do want to help you.

Darkmaster: I can understand that you fear what I must think, but I thought we were beyond that, Potter. I thought that by now you

Darkmaster: would have seen that I would not think bad of you because of your uncle beating you as it isn't your fault.

Darkmaster: Don't you trust me that I would not judge you but your relatives only?

justharry: I don#t know.

justharry: they always have managed to blame me and everyone believed them

Darkmaster: And you don't think that I would be able to judge the situation correctly never mind what they tried to make me believe?

justharry: I don't know.

Darkmaster: Understandable. But would you do me another favor nevertheless?

justharry: you do realize that each time we're in a dia, you ask something of me?

Darkmaster: *smirk* … indeed.

Darkmaster: However, I just want you to think it over. I want you to promise that you will do.

justharry: ok

Darkmaster: Good. Will you be able to sleep?

justharry: yes, I guess

Darkmaster: Good, then try to do just this as it is late and if I am correct then you will have need of at least a few hours of sleep.

Darkmaster: But if you're not able to, then I want you to come back online, never mind how late. I will notice if you contact me.

Darkmaster: and then I will be there.

justharry: alright

Darkmaster: Good. Try to get into as less trouble with your uncle as possible tomorrow. I will see you tomorrow evening at the latest.

justharry: ok … good night …

Darkmaster: Good night, Potter.

Casting a spell onto the monitor that would alert him if Potter contacted him he couldn't suppress a grin for a moment. Most wizards actually believed that muggle technology wouldn't work together with magic. He huffed. One just had to know how it was done.

His grin however soon faltered and then faded as he thought of Potter.

Merlin, the boy was in deeper trouble than he originally had thought.

Potter not only was abused – yes, he slowly but surely got used to the fact that the precious Gryffindor, golden boy and savior of the wizarding world, was abused by his muggle relatives – in a really bad way, his uncle not only leaving marks but drawing blood too. But the boy too was full of guilt over the mutt's death.

Damn, the boy blamed himself for Black's death.

He had known that Black had been Potter's godfather, what had made his hate at the man even stronger, knowing that Black not only had betrayed his friends, namely Lily and Potter, but his own godson too.

Well, as it seemed, as they all had learned by the end of last term, Black hadn't been the one who had betrayed them, but Pettigrew, the little miscreant of a rat. What didn't however change the fact that he never had liked Black in the first place. But nevertheless wouldn't he have wanted the man dead, not after knowing about his innocence. And surely not over Potter's sanity.

He hadn't known however that Black had promised the boy a home, how stupid it ever had been, promising someone a home without having one in the first place. And to an abused child no less.

Well, Black hadn't known about the abuse.

But nevertheless Potter had believed Black and had clung to the idea like a drowning man would clutch at a straw. Just to have his hopes shattered with Black's death and to go back to his abusive relatives during the summer holidays to be beaten to a 'bloody pulp' as Potter so eloquently had put it. And to be used as a house elf. And to have enough time to go deeper and deeper into his self-blaming.

And Albus wouldn't do anything. If the stubborn boy just would ask him for help. If this damn, blasted boy wouldn't refuse the help he offered to him.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes he sighed in pure frustration. He couldn't do anything aside from trying to persuade Potter to take the hand he offered.

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To be continued

Next time in The room of requirement

Snape tries to see Potter in a different way and to give him a bit of - written - comfort ...

Added author's note

thank you for reading - and yes, I would appreciate it if you took the time to review this chapter too ... thank you ...

Reviews:

to unneeded: hmmm, I've never seen it from this point of view, but yes, he indeed can be lucky if he doesn't create a new Dark Lord - but well, that's Dumbles, not caring about anything in the long run ... You mean the Fidelius - yes, it would be possible, but then Dumbles has no training for his little weapon against the Dark Lord - so of course he'll have Harry in the Dursleys' house ... thanks for reviewing again ...

to Devourer: You're correct, and I think, Dumbles and Rita - put them into a sack, hit the sack, and you'll always hit the right one ... :D ... one is just as bad as the other ... thanks for the review ...

to Steve: yes, I did notice that there was a story missing - it's not been my fault but AFF's ... they say I talked too much to you ... :D ...
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