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A Most Trusted Soldier	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 58683 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-A Most Trusted Soldier
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- 11-11
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- 17-17
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- 27-Author's Note: update
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Okay, okay...I know this chapter is quite long. All I can say is blame the muse-- the bitch is crazy. However, in her defense getting the details out of the way gets us all the quicker to the portions of the story where our two protagonists get naked. *wink, wink*

With a muffled pop Hermione and Severus Apparated onto a quiet, gravel road outside of what appeared to be a deserted, dilapidated barn.

�Mrs. Weasley, I think you might have misjudged the coordinates when you performed the side-along.

�Look closer, Professor,� Hermione said, pointing towards the barn.

�You realize that if there is a Fidelius in place I will need to be told the address by the keeper,� Severus said, unable to fathom why the young witch was pointing at the ramshackle barn as though it were of interest.

�There is no Fidelius, Professor. Just take a deep breath, relax and look.�

Severus did as instructed, closing his eyes as well as he breathed deeply, savoring the smell of freshly mown grass, the pungent aroma of sun baked earth and traces of morning dew. When he reopened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated structure the air rippled and bowed, like one of those fun-house mirrors found in Muggle carnivals. Something was compelling him to look away and he felt a niggling thought trying to force its way to the forefront of his mind with urgency. Spending half a life as an Occlumens under the most persistent of intrusive masters, Severus was quick to pick up on the subtle mind manipulation. He quickly reinforced his mental shields and fought it, sensing a spell at work. The Occlumens maintained intense, steady eye contact with the barn, careful to ignore the undulating and vibrating air before him. At the point where blinking would have become a must the barn began to vanish and the air stopped rippling, revealing a large smoke-gray, Victorian farmhouse set back from the road about an eighth of a mile. The road leading up to the home was leveled and unpaved, but lined in its entirety by clay-red Lava Rock. Severus eyed the property, which looked to be about 15 acres. From where he stood he could see a large garden off to the side of the house and a small birdbath perched nearby. The tall man noted that the grounds were expansive and well manicured, that a few out buildings dotted the refined and yet unpretentious landscape, and there was a small pond nestled within a short walk just beyond the garden. Several trees peppered the edge of the drive and he could just make out what looked to be a small forest spreading out behind the house.

�Potter lives here?� Severus asked, his eyes raking appreciatively over the vast surroundings.

�Yes. He purchased it a little after the war. He renovated it entirely by hand, with a little help from the Weasley men and Dobby. I think he is still working on parts of the interior all these years later. The house is quite large,� Hermione informed him, unable to restrain the pride in her voice.

�What was that spell? It felt a bit like a Confundus Charm. I�ve never seen one act also like a Notice-Me-Not, nor have I ever seen one cover such a large area,� Severus said as the two began their walk up the drive towards the house.

�It wasn�t a Confundus Charm, but it works similarly. Unless you know to maintain eye contact and fight through the diversionary quality of the charm you�d simply see a run-down barn. Harry and I developed it together. Harry did not want a Fidelius. You know what happened with Pettigrew and his parents. I don�t think Harry likes the idea of trusting his safety to any one person in such a manner. I am certain that he trusts Ron and I more than he has ever trusted anyone, but something about Fidelius just gave him the willies,� Hermione said, giving Severus a knowing look.

�Yes, I can see why the concept would not sit well with him,� Severus acknowledged, unable to avoid wondering just what had compelled the young man to move to what looked to be the edge of nowhere, before remembering just who Potter was and what.

The two continued their trek up the gravel drive, both gearing up for what was about to be a pivotal moment. As they came within a few feet of the farmhouse�s wraparound porch the front door opened and a svelte, blonde female eased out of the door and onto the porch with her back facing the approaching two. Soft, feminine giggles echoed down the path as the door opened further to reveal Harry, who reached out and grasped the narrow waist of the female slipping out the door. The two looked to be in a playful tussle; a scene that made Severus� pace quicken towards the porch. Hermione half jogged to keep up. As they got closer Hermione and Severus glanced at one another and Hermione gave a small shrug at Severus� unspoken question. She had no idea who the woman was. Yet as they got closer their question was answered. The blonde woman wore a lightweight, blue, linen baby-doll dress, and as she angled her face to the side a bit both Severus and Hermione recognized her.
�Luna?� Hermione asked, the disbelief heavy in her voice.
Harry and the blonde woman startled at hearing the unexpected voice. Harry instinctively reached forward to drag the petite blonde back towards the doorway, relaxing a bit once he realized Hermione was standing at the bottom of the porch stairs.

�Oh, hello, Hermione. Professor Snape,� greeted Luna in that airy voice that she had never grown out of, sounding for all the world as if she were simply passing by them in the halls at Hogwarts.

�Hermione, what are you doing here? And with Professor Snape?� Harry asked a bit bewildered, though fully aware of the awkward glances Hermione shot towards Severus.

�Hi, Harry. Luna. Um�see�well, the Professor and I�we�� Hermione babbled, trying to find some graceful way to broach the topic of their visit.

�What Mrs. Weasley is trying to say is that we have come to speak with you,� Severus interjected, earning him a grateful smile from his stumbling ally. �In private if your�company� was leaving?�
Severus thought that both Harry and Luna must have spent time in a Muggle area recently, given their attire. He couldn�t help but be intensely curious as to the full nature of the relationship between the two as he noticed the flushed look Luna wore. He knew that look well, having caused it for several lovers in his day. It was the look of someone who had experienced an orgasm, a very good one in fact and recently. The slightly wrinkled dress, faintly mussed hair and swollen lips supported his assumption quite nicely, much to his distaste.
As an uncomfortable silence descended upon the group, Severus took a moment to give the woman currently nestled next to Harry a thorough once over. Severus had been decidedly more agreeable to male partners for the better part of his sexual life; But as he took stock of the blonde he could appreciate the subtle, clean, unassuming beauty Luna possessed. Luna was no stunner and had the type of simple, uncomplicated beauty that could be missed at a quick glance, yet upon closer inspection one could see her unique features coalesce into a delicate type of grace. Severus remembered the unpretentious attitude along with the rather charming, innocuous eccentricity the young woman displayed as a student. The professor knew the woman�s rather colorful personality probably appealed to Harry, much to his chagrin. He could also begrudgingly admit that were he into women he might also find the pale witch�s lissome yet curvy body attractive.

Severus returned his heavy scrutiny to Harry, who was glaring daggers at Severus only to have the older wizard return the look in kind. Hermione was shuffling nervously from foot to foot and trying not to look Luna in the eye. Luna, the most calm of the four, broke the silence.

�Well it was nice to see you, Hermione. Professor,� Luna said before turning to face Harry. She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Harry returned the kiss to the corner of Luna�s mouth, also taking a moment to pull the young woman close for a brief, but strong and obviously affectionate hug.
�I�ll see you soon, Harry. Don�t forget to feed Argyle and get some cinnamon bark for the Hwagles. I noticed a few in the trees out in the forest. I�ll scatter it for you when I come next,� Luna said just before she nodded her goodbyes to the three and popped off.
Harry, looking thoroughly disgruntled, leaned against the doorjamb with one arm raised holding onto the entryway, his bare feet spread hip wide. He wore only a pair of black jeans sans belt that hung low on his hips, revealing the smooth, sculpted ridge his hipbones. For a top he wore a dark-green, cotton, button-down shirt that was undone and looked hastily thrown on, revealing a hairless, muscular chest and a firm, golden abdomen. Despite being caught unawares by Harry�s visitor, Severus thought the younger man looked deliciously disheveled and wondered just what it would feel like to trail his tongue around that perfect little belly button that was positioned just above a thin, silky trail of hair that led southward.
�Harry, what is a Hwagle?� Hermione asked, staring rather dumbstruck at the spot that was formerly occupied by Luna.
�Hell if I know. You know Luna. It�s probably some mythical creature related to Nargles,� Harry said, running a hand through his already unruly hair. The sable haired wizard made no movement to grant entry to the two unannounced guests as he continued to look suspiciously between Severus and Hermione. �So, what can I do for you?� he asked.

�Harry, please just hear us out, okay?� Hermione pleaded.

Harry was unmoved by the request and merely shifted his position so that he effectively barred the door. Severus was undeterred by Harry�s disposition. It merely made him switch tactics.

�Potter, I have come to discuss the Right with you,� Severus offered.

�Fine. Who are the alternates? I will submit the refusal and convey it immediately,� Harry snapped.

�Let�s talk inside, please,� Severus asked, nodding towards the door. Harry let out a sigh of irritation and beckoned them indoors.

�Tea?� Harry asked, as he made his way down the foyer hall and into the main parlor. Both Severus and Hermione nodded and took seats as they waited for Harry to reappear from the kitchen.

Once they all had their cups in hand Harry motioned for Severus to continue.

�I have come to ask you to reconsider your earlier position on this matter, Potter�Harry. I�I have no alternates and if you think for a moment you will no doubt realize why. There are not many who would take on an ex-Death Eater and those who would either wish me harm, or would seek to make use of my Dark Sought status,� Severus stated. �I also think that Albus made this decision with a great deal of thought. You know as well as I that as doddery as Albus liked to appear the man rarely did anything without thinking about it seven different ways.�

Harry stared at Severus, his green eyes hard as emeralds. �I�ve been through this with you already, Sir. I cannot and will not accept your Right. My reasons are my own.�

�Call me Severus, if you please. And your reasons are well known to me thanks to Mrs. Weasley,� Severus said, jerking his head in a manner that Harry recognized as one of the Professor�s ticks when he was running out of patience.

Harry�s mouth dropped open in disbelief before he launched out of his chair and lit into Hermione in a manner that made even Severus stiffen at the vehement rebuke.

�How could you, Hermione? I trusted you. You and you alone held the privilege of breaking the geas,� Harry bellowed, his eyes glistening with anger and sadness. �I guess I was right not to bother with Fidelius after all, right Herm? Seems the Potters are cursed to have their friends betray them.�

Ignoring the tears welling in the eyes of the woman he had considered a sister for so many years, Harry placed his cup of tea on the coffee table with a clatter before storming off towards the kitchen. Severus, not wholly shocked at the younger man�s reaction, stood up and went over to Hermione who had sunk down into the sofa. Her eyes were red but tears had not yet fallen. Still, Severus could see her resolve beginning to crumble.

�Mrs. Weasley�Hermione, if I may? You had to know the risk you were taking by revealing his secret to me. Remember why we are here before you let Potter�s words cut too deep. He will understand once we fully explain the potion,� Severus said quietly, hoping desperately that the young witch didn�t fling herself onto his chest and start wailing, as she seemed a hair�s breath away from doing.

Hermione, a bit listless, nodded in agreement and took a deep breath. �Of course I knew and I fully expected this reaction. What I didn�t expect was to agree with him.�

�Agree?�

�Harry�s right. No matter why I violated the geas, I did so without consulting him. We agreed when we invoked it that I would never break the geas without consulting him if at all possible. It is a betrayal, Professor. I still think I am doing the right thing; but it is hard to hurt him. Harry�s just� he�s been hurt so much,� Hermione replied sadly.

�I realize some of what Potter has suffered. Yet, we all have suffered as well. If you are still willing I would like to be in a position where no one could ever harm him again except by getting through me. Are you still up for this?� Severus asked, placing a hand on Hermione�s shoulder.

Hermione nodded and led their search for Harry. They found him in the kitchen staring out of the window with a glass of water in his hand. Harry barely acknowledged their presence, only stiffening slightly at the squeaky door hinge that signaled their entry. Harry made a mental note to oil the hinges on the caf� doors later.

�Still here?� Harry asked gruffly, dismissal evident in his tone.

�Po�Harry. May we please all discuss this?� Severus asked. �Mrs. Weasley did what she did for a very important reason, and if you will sit for a moment and speak with us instead of running off like some debutante with a menstrual stain on her dress, then you will be relieved of your fears that she is somehow Pettigrew reincarnated.�

�Why?� Harry asked looking at Hermione with wide, curious eyes, completely ignoring Severus� biting comments. The question was so sincere and desperate. Severus heard the uncertainty and pain in Harry�s voice. Those green eyes seemed to be begging someone to make everything all right. Every instinct inside Severus was screaming at him to comfort, shelter and protect the younger man. Harry�s power was making Severus lightheaded. He had forgotten just how much more vibrant and pronounced the younger wizard�s magic became when he was feeling a particularly strong emotion. It felt like walking into a powerful wind and Severus was finding it hard to breathe deeply, but he chided himself not to lose control.
�I�� Hermione�s voice gave a slight tremble as he began, but seemed to rethink what she was about to say. She walked over to where Harry stood and reached out to guide him to a seat, only to have him snatch his arm away as if her hands were coated in acid.

�Harry, I�m sorry, but I had to tell him. Severus came to me for help understanding why you would not accept the Right. You know I owe Severus a life debt, so I told him and offered my help as a sort of mediator,� Hermione said, struggling to keep her voice from quivering.

�You had to tell him about my ancestry to offset a fucking life debt? What about your promise to me Hermione� to help and protect me? To be my friend! What about that?!�

�I have protected you, Harry. How dare you suggest otherwise,� Hermione shouted, her sadness giving way to indignant anger. �I realize that you have never wanted anyone to know about your lineage, but for Merlin�s sake, Harry, it is time to stop hiding behind that stupid potion that is harming you!�

Harry cringed at Hermione�s words. He knew, had known for some time in fact, that the potion was doing wonky things to his magic. Yet, he had attempted to ignore it in hopes that it was merely in his imagination.

�What do you mean the potion is harming me?� Harry asked using every ounce of his self-control to not be distracted by the whoosh of fear-induced adrenaline coursing through his body.

Hermione shut her eyes tightly closed. She had never meant for Harry to find out this way. Severus thought that now was a time when his input could be handy.

�Harry, I believe Mrs. Weasley has had your blood analyzed by both Muggle and magical Healers. The results show that the inhibiting potion you are currently imbibing is causing your magic to slowly deteriorate and with much longer use it could do irreparable harm to your liver,� Severus stated matter of factly.

�But..I�ve been fine,� Harry insisted. �My magic is working just fine.�

Severus raised an eyebrow in doubt, while Hermione just shook her head sadly.

�The magical deterioration is happening slowly, so you�d barely notice it. Your Amoral heritage is also likely helping to replenish your magic while you are outdoors, but that will only last for so long. Eventually the deterioration will accelerate at a rate faster than you can regenerate. Even more urgent is what the potion is doing to your liver, Harry. If you stop now the damage can be reversed, but if you continue�� Hermione dropped her head into her hands, unable to continue with the thought of what the results could be if her friend did not see reason.

�What Mrs. Weasley is trying to say is that if you continue to take the potion you�ll end up a Squib with cirrhosis of the liver and more than likely die prematurely,� Severus snapped, becoming quite fed up with the drama of mistaken-betrayal and obstinacy for its own sake that the two Gryffindors were enacting.

�Hermione, I can�t get off the potion right now. It�I�m nearing a breeding cycle. I figure it�ll be here in about a month,� Harry said in a near whisper.

�Harry, you�ll eventually have to stop. Even with the potion you still feel most of the effects of the breeding cycle, so being off of it shouldn�t make that much difference,� Hermione insisted.

�I�I can�t, Herm. We don�t even know what�ll happen. I never learned to control the pheromone. I like my life, Hermione. I don�t want this. I am sick of being at the mercy of �.of something else! Can�t you understand? You cannot ask me to give up the one thing that helps me be even a little closer to normal� Harry fumed.

�Oh, Harry�� Hermione choked before she became completely consumed by grief.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose to forestall the tiny headache he was suffering from growing into a full -blown migraine. This is not how he and Hermione had planned this little operation to go. The Potions professor decided that while honesty was most definitely needed, he also needed to expedite this little conversation if he had any hopes of preventing Harry from kicking them both out and battering down the hatches from further intrusion.

�Harry, please listen. I am a Potions Master and Hermione has given me the particulars of the inhibiting potion you are taking. I would imagine that even you with your abysmal potions skills would know that for every thing we ingest there is a potential side effect, not to mention that there are but a handful of potions that were meant to be taken for a lifelong duration, especially considering that the average wizard�s life-span surpasses that of a Muggle by nearly a century,� Severus stated. �I know what you are; you what I am. I believe that we can aid one another. Please permit me time to explain.�

Harry by this point didn�t know whether to be sad, afraid, or angry. All three emotions were battling for dominance, yet true to character Harry decided to once again engage with the forces of destiny and hear the pair out completely. Weird shit is always happening to me. Fuck!

�Very well. But I am promising nothing. I will listen with as open a mind as I can considering this half-assed ambush you two have attempted,� Harry said, his own eyebrow arching in cynical manner as he gave Severus a knowing look.
Unable to watch Hermione descend any further into despair, the younger man reached over and gathered the witch into his lap. The brunette curled in on Harry�s shoulder and sobbed even harder if it was possible, making Harry feel guilty that he had doubted her motives and friendship. Hermione was a like a sister to him and Harry reminded himself that while he had not given the woman permission to reveal his secret, Hermione would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. If she had revealed his secret then she had felt it was for a good reason. Later he would speak with her more in-depth about going behind his back, but he knew he would not be able to remain truly angry with her, nor anyone else he loved so dearly.

As Hermione�s sobs went from body racking to soft, barely audible sniffles, Harry and Severus discussed the Right, what it meant, what had to occur to accept and what would happen if it was denied. Harry only balked a bit when he was told that he and Severus would have to live together, or at least see one another for long periods of time daily in order for the bond to settle. Albus had added a proximity component to the bond that allowed the Guardian and Custodian to share a deeper emotional and mental connection.
�It is not quite telepathy, but close,� Severus explained. �Albus added this to the bond so that he would be made aware if I were mortally wounded or seriously injured while on missions from the Order. Since I was living at the school we actually never noticed how long it took to settle, it just happened over a period of time. Since you and I live in different locales we would have to come to some sort of agreement.�
Figuring that his home was big enough to provide Severus an extra room if he did accept the Right, Harry just continued to soak up the information. Finally, as the conversation neared its end, Harry asked the question that had been plaguing his mind since Severus and Hermione showed up.

�Why would you want to continue with a Guardian, Professor? And why would you accept me of all people as your Guardian? I would think that with Voldemort gone and Dumbledore no longer needing your loyalty as a spy you would be eager to be out from underneath any ruling figure?�

Severus pondered the question a moment, weighing just how forthright he wanted to be with the young man before him. As a minute became two, Severus decided that if he truly was serious about beginning a new life of his own choosing he would have to trust the object of his desire with more information than he had ever entrusted anyone, save Albus.

�I realize that to you I may be seen as the stereotypical loner, the unforgiving taskmaster of a professor, the cruel and emotionally crippled former Death-Eater. I also imagine that it is hard for you to understand how someone who chaffed under the maniacal thumb of Voldemort for over twenty years would choose to submit their will, even as uncompelled as the Right of Fides would suggest, to someone again. The truth, Harry, is that I have grown rather used to being needed. I�you will probably find this rather disturbing, but I have found that I like having a guiding hand. I find purpose in having someone to take care of and in return someone to be concerned for my welfare. Do not misunderstand me, I have no desire for a Lord and Master in the same vein as Voldemort or even Dumbledore.�

�What do you mean in the same vein as Dumbledore?� Harry asked, confused at the comparison Severus was making between the beloved, late headmaster and the warmonger, Voldemort.

�I loved Albus Dumbledore more than I could have ever loved my own father, who was an unrepentant bastard. Albus needed my skills and I needed his protection and power,� Severus began. �Albus took me in when anyone else would have simply Ak�d me and danced on my corpse, only to be given a medal for their trouble. I have never met a more benevolent man than Albus, and it fulfilled me and gave me purpose to work for his cause. Yet, Albus always had an agenda. I am not saying he did not care for me. I think he cared for me a great deal, but I was also a tool, a powerful one, as were you. I was not his equal; I was his soldier, his most trusted soldier, and he used me the way any efficient leader of a resistance would.
�I don�t begrudge him this. It was what it was. Albus saw that I could be of use and I was happy to oblige him, thinking only that I might somehow be able to repent for some of the sins I had committed while a true follower of Voldemort. That Albus took me under his wing like a son was more than I had ever hoped for. Still, while Voldemort was a cruel megalomaniac as a master, Albus was a genteel and benevolent master�but a master all the same. I did his bidding, just as I had for the Dark Lord. I chose to serve Albus, but at the time my choices were limited. I�m not saying I still would not have chosen to work against the Dark Lord had my options been more bountiful, but a choice between Azkaban, being a merry Death Eater, and life as a double agent and spy is hardly a prime pickings, wouldn�t you agree?�

Harry nodded, his brow furrowed in thought as he mulled over all Severus had told him. �Yet, you want me to become your Guardian. Why? Why would you trust me not to abuse you like Voldemort or even use you for my own needs like Dumbledore?�

�Oh, I fully expect you to use me in any way you like.� The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. The older, longhaired wizard inhaled sharply, unable to believe how careless he had been.

�Excuse me?� Harry shrieked, nearly dumping Hermione�who was using the corner of Harry�s unbuttoned shirt to dab her eyes� onto the hardwood floor.

�Don�t be embarrassed, Professor. You knew it would come out eventually,� Hermione teased, placing a calming hand on Harry�s chest forcing him back down into his chair.

�One of you explain and explain now!� Harry shouted.

�The Professor is drawn to you, Harry. Apparently he has been for years, only he refused to do anything about it with you being a student and all, and then well you weren�t exactly around Hogwarts much so he just sort of continued to restrain himself. Wizards that carry the Dark Sought gene in their magical core always gravitate towards a powerful wizard or witch. It is unavoidable, Harry. And you have more power than the current fifty most powerful wizards combined�even with the inhibiting potion,� Hermione explained.

For the first time in his life Severus Snape found himself blushing like a fifteen-year old love-struck fool. The normally staunch man squirmed a bit under the shocked gaze the green-eyed man had trained on him. Refusing to be cowed by his embarrassment, Severus marched on.

�Listen, Harry�I won�t deny that I am greatly attracted to you, but more than my libido is driving my request that you accept the Right. While I would not reject any willingness on your part to explore a more intimate liaison, I would also respect any boundaries you feel strongly about. My Dark Sought nature is drawn to your power�this is true and not something I can change. But I find that I� not my magical nature�am drawn to you, the man not the magic. You�ve grown to be quite�appealing,� Severus said, his eyes raking over Harry slowly, forcing a slight blush to blossom on the younger man�s torso and extend all the way up to his face.
After no wandless Blue Bell flames or other malignant hexes came forth Severus decided to press his luck.

�I understand that this must come as a shock to you. You are likely suspicious of my motives, thinking that I am only saying these things to somehow seduce you into accepting the Right. While such a scenario would play to my Slytherin qualities I prefer in this instance to embrace a few of my Gryffindor tendencies. If you would be so inclined I will grant you partial access and you can see for yourself,� Severus offered, his eyes boring into Harry�s willing the younger man to take the plunge. Severus was no fool and having been around Harry for so many years he knew the young man would not feel comfortable unless he knew for sure what was driving Severus. I only hope after he sees my dreams he will not think me a pederast.

�You mean Legilimens? You�d let me into your mind freely?� Harry asked.

Severus nodded in affirmation, knowing full well having trained Harry himself that the young man was more than capable of breaking into his mind if he so chose. Yet, he also knew that making the offer on his own would carry a great weight with the younger man who knew just how strongly Severus felt about his privacy. The ex-spy nearly smirked thinking that the part Amoral likely still sported a scar from being slammed into the wall after one particularly grueling Occlumency lesson.

Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing. Surely someone was playing a practical joke. He had half a notion that the Weasley twins would jump from behind the caf� doors at any moment and yell �Gotcha!�. Then he remembered that this was Severus Snape. The man would sooner go skinny-dipping with McGonagall and be toweled off by Hagrid than indulge in a prank. Harry was simply flabbergasted. Snape fancies me?

Harry pushed himself up out of his chair and summoned his wand. He rarely carried it anymore as he could perform most things wandlessly, yet Legilimency was a very precise and delicate art. He wanted the truth, or as much of it as he could get, but be didn�t want to turn his former professor�s brains into overcooked spaghetti in the process.

The Potions Master planted his feet firmly and relaxed his hands as he lowered the shields on his thoughts surrounding Harry as the subject. Hermione, deciding that the conversation that was to be had after this little exchange would need to be private slipped silently out of the kitchen. She had just barely cleared the kitchen doors as Harry uttered, �Legilimens.�
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