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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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 …

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Previously in The room of requirement

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.

The room of requirement

Chapter seven

You wanted someone who cares

Tuesday

It had been a strenuous day again. He had visited the Puceys for dinner this evening and he'd had to be very careful.

Adrian had been more than startled upon his visit, even if he had hidden the signs very well. But he was sure that the boy immediately had known the reason as to why he had visited in the first place. They all knew that he visited the family of the abused children of Slytherin and Adrian surely had added one and one and had come to the right conclusion. He – Snape – knew.

The evening had gone remarkably well though. He had told Pucey senior about next year's lesson plans and that he wanted the boy in his advanced potions class. Adrian was good enough and he had absolved his third year, was now beginning his fourth – so yes, it definitely was a possibility for the boy. A possibility that gave him a reason for his visit with his parents and a possibility that gave him time to share with the boy next year so he could talk to him like he did with all those children.

And with time he maybe could get Adrian into the group of the abused children he had gotten together for a meeting each Friday evening. But first he needed time to talk with the boy.

Finnigan01: I love you, I love you, I looooove you …

justharry: ? but otherwise you're ok, Finnigan01 ?

And right now he was – yet again – in the room of requirement. He had entered about ten minutes ago and Potter had already been present. As had been Granger, Finnigan, Adrian and Thomas.

He had watched Adrian during his visit at the boy's home and he had tried to imagine his young snake as the boy that was slythadrian, that was so carefree in the room of requirement. And suddenly he understood what exactly Potter was doing with this room. Or better – what this room caused to some of the users.

Adrian always had been a rather silent child. Very intelligent, but subdued and staying behind in the shadows. And during his visit he easily had sensed some signs of fear and misery coming from the boy, never mind how much he had tried to hide them. But in the room of requirement, Adrian was just – he was just slythadrian. As Potter was just justharry. They were just children. And there they could allow themselves to be just that.

He knew that every user of the room knew who slythadrian was, just as Adrian knew who all the other users were – aside from him. And nevertheless Adrian allowed himself to be carefree in this room. And somehow he suddenly was thankful for that, even if it had been Potter and Granger who had opened this room in the first place. It wasn't important who had opened this room, and who tried to give others a refuge where they could forget, as long as they had this refuge. It wasn't important who gave it. Not anymore.

Boot, Finch-Fletchley and Clearwater – yes, he meanwhile knew who stood behind the nickname plainliquid – had entered shortly after. So it was quite cramped in the room tonight. But conversing was nevertheless easier than he had thought it would be with such an annoyingly high number of people present.

Darkmaster: He is listening to the radio, justharry. *snorts*

Finnigan01: it's a song in the radio, justharry

justharry: ah ... ok ... Finnigan01 and Darkmaster ... I just thought it is the full moon again ...

Finnigan01: *g* no, I'm no werewolf

justharry: no, but you know, on a full moon we have to mute or kick out more people than normally because they … dunno … are strange somehow, as if it would affect them.

Darkmaster: It actually is always the full moon in here I sometimes think.

justharry: oh ... I'm so sorry, Darkmaster ... I hope you're not moonstruck ...

Gryffidean: oh, I just heard, Elvis gets 70 ...

slythadrian: lucky for Elvis …

Darkmaster: And who will tell him?

slythadrian: not me Darkmaster

justharry: not me ... surely not … keep me out of this …

slythadrian: what a subject tonight. Stars and songs?

Darkmaster: Stars and Stripes.

Hufflejustin: what in Merlin's pants is visual kei? I don't know all those stuff and styles

justharry: rather stars and styles, Darkmaster … *lol* …

ravenboot: *g* ask plainliquid, Hufflejustin

Gryffidean: *lol* Hufflejustin that's something like … gothic … kind of

Gryffidean: just in japanese style

plainliquid: oh ... you better ask this my sister, Hufflejustin ...

ravenboot: *g*

Darkmaster: It simply is a key you can see, Hufflejustin. You however should keep Merlin's underwear out of this. I do not think that he would appreciate them being discussed.

Hufflejustin: ok, plainliquid's sister, what is visual key?

Gryffidean: looooooooool

Hufflejustin: that's it

justharry: *sighs* … it's something like "emos" ... just with pink between the black ... Hufflejustin

plainliquid: jap, Hufflejustin

Hufflejustin: well, that I understand, justharry, thanks.

plainliquid: :-)

justharry: no problem, Hufflejustin

justharry: ^.~

justharry doesn't get it anyway – yet again

Hufflejustin: *runs the cables a bit deeper, underneath the floor*

Darkmaster takes the foot from the cables.

Hufflejustin: if it comforts you justharry , I do understand you. *g*

Hufflejustin: *runs the cables more deeper* they soon lay in Austria *g*

justharry: oh ... ok ... now I understand ...

justharry: *lol* Hufflejustin

Darkmaster: Down under.

justharry: *g*

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

founders: hello itsi, nice to see you this evening

justharry: hi itsi - yet again ... ^.~

[itsi leaves the room of requirement at 9:21]

Darkmaster: Why does itsi come in every evening just to leave a moment later?

Hufflejustin: dunno Darkmaster

Hermy: maybe he – or she – is looking for someone, this itsi

Darkmaster: At a daily basis?

justharry: well, maybe, Hermy ... just ... whom ? *lookingaround* ...

Finnigan01: *hide*

justharry .oO( ... hopefully not me ... )

Hermy: oh, come on, be kind and show a heart

Hufflejustin: never

Darkmaster: I don't have one.

justharry: a heart ? what's that Hermy ? can you eat it ?

Hufflejustin: yes, you can justharry

Darkmaster: Actually, yes, justharry, and you can brew potions with it too.

justharry: ok ... then that's good, if you can eat it and brew potions with it … so it isn't something useless ...

ravenboot: my dog is eating hearts

Finnigan01: raw

justharry: uargh ...

Darkmaster: I have a receipt for a much used draught you need hearts in.

justharry .oO( what an ugly conversation today ... )

Hufflejustin: indeed … hey … I just heard the cookie monster isn't allowed cookies anymore.

justharry: that's right, Hufflejustin ... because the children are getting too fat ...

Hufflejustin: that's rubbish. It wasn't the cookie monster's fault that I got fat

justharry: *lol* Hufflejustin ...

Hufflejustin: it didn't fix me onto a chair and shoved cookies down my throat

justharry: yes, you're right ... I too think that's just rubbish ... Hufflejustin ...

Hufflejustin: that is one of the questions, which are too much for my horizon. Now there's just ColCreev and his maddening astrology thing missing

Hufflejustin: and a cookie monster without cookies, that's just one of those things that I don't get. Does it eat rice crackers now?

justharry: no, Hufflejustin ... vegetables ...

Hufflejustin: but vegetables do not crumble justharry

Darkmaster: If you nibble broccoli then it does crumble, Hufflejustin.

justharry: well and Lucky Luke isn't allowed to smoke anymore ... and I really don't like him anymore since then, he really got stupid, I guess he's on the cold turkey, you can see it on his behaviour ...

Hufflejustin: really? I'm shocked justharry . well, where are the old times ?

Darkmaster: Your education is so much above mine concerning – children's movies.

Hufflejustin: what a rubbish. And soon the wolf isn't allowed to eat the little kids?

justharry: *lol* Darkmaster ... your humour sometimes is great ...

justharry: I guess, Hufflejustin ...

Hufflejustin: is growling

Darkmaster: Just sometimes, justharry?

justharry: *g* Darkmaster

Well, again Potter seemed to be in a rather good mood and he partook in the conversation, but somehow he had the feeling that the Gryffindor only played his part. Well, maybe he hadn't been beaten today – he snorted, as if – but if it was as worse as he guessed, considering that Potter's uncle actually draw blood during him beating the boy, then Potter surely still was in some kind of pain. Even if he were not beaten today, what he highly doubted.

Well, he guessed that most likely it was easier to hide pain and misery if you were writing with someone over such a distance and with a computer between you and other people than it would be if talking to someone from face to face. He couldn't see Potter's face, nor his reactions and most importantly not his injuries. In other words – yes, it surely was more easy this way to hide anything.

Sighing heavily he poured himself a glass of red wine before he opened his usual private dialogue with Potter. He had thought a few things over last night and he had made his mind up. Potter was twenty years his junior. And Potter was James Potter's son. Not to mention that Potter was his student. And an annoyingly insufferable brat! But Potter was Lily's son too. And he had mistaken Potter the past three years. He actually had to admit that he enjoyed those private dialogues with the brat. So – all in all, it surely couldn't hurt to get to know the boy better. He at least always did so with his Slytherins.

He maybe would regret it later, after the summer, the moment they all were back at school and the brat would be his former self, but right now he was ready to take a step towards the child. Maybe he would get Potter to accept his help this way.

[You have a private dialogue from justharry]

justharry: *knock* … *knock* … *knock* …

Well, as it seemed, Potter was quicker than him tonight and with a large amount of annoyance at himself he had to admit it made him feel happy. It was not only him who always addressed Potter for a private dialogue but Potter asked for those private conversations as well. He surely was about going mad, if this knowledge made him feel happy.

Darkmaster: Do come in, Potter, but close the door behind you.

justharry enters the dia and closes the door behind him

Darkmaster: How are you this evening?

justharry: better than yesterday, thank you.

Darkmaster: So your uncle didn't beat you today?

justharry: well …

Darkmaster: So he did.

justharry: it wasn't so bad today

Darkmaster: But he did, and that is enough. What had been his 'excuse' this time?

justharry: well, I didn't manage to do all the chores today. Not until he came back from work at least.

Darkmaster: Might I ask what exactly had been your chores today?

justharry: just the usual

Darkmaster: I am sure the both of us have different 'usuals', Potter.

justharry: this word does not exist.

Darkmaster: Potter!

Darkmaster: That is not the point. Just answer my question.

justharry: *sigh*

justharry: I had to make breakfast, clean the kitchen and the bathroom, the rooms, the halls, make lunch, and then the kitchen again of

justharry: course. The laundry, and luckily they have a laundry dryer, and then I had to get the lawn cared for. I hate doing the lawn at midday

justharry: when the weather is the hottest. However, I had to paint the garage door too today, before dinner. And so I didn't manage to

justharry: get dinner ready before uncle Vernon came home from work.

Darkmaster: And you still think it normal, the amount of chores you have to do as well as the beatings you get at a daily basis?

justharry: well, Hermione and Ron have to help at home too. So, yes, it's normal

Darkmaster: You idiot boy!

Darkmaster: The amount of chores you have to do, they have nothing to do with HELPING at home! Don't you see that, Potter?

justharry: but everyone has to do chores! Some have to do more and some have to do less!

Darkmaster: Tell me, Potter, what exactly did your cousin do today?

justharry: uhm … well … he was watching TV and then he was out with his friends. And later he was watching TV again.

Darkmaster: Ah … so your cousin had to work yesterday? The both of you are switching days with doing chores?

Darkmaster: And you had your free day yesterday?

justharry: uhm … well … no.

Darkmaster: Ah, I see. So you switch in a weekly basis and you had your free period last week while your cousin had been doing chores.

justharry: no! I get it, ok?

justharry: I see your point. But that doesn't change anything

Darkmaster: Oh, but I am sure that your aunt is working together with you, isn't she?

justharry: just stop it, Darkmaster!

justharry: I got your point, ok?

Darkmaster: I am not sure you really did, Potter.

justharry: I did. I have to do all the work while Dudley and aunt Petunia are having a good time.

Darkmaster: And you still think that it is normal that you get beaten if you don't manage to get all the work done alone.

Darkmaster: And you even are grateful to them if the beating is – 'not so bad' as you so eloquently put it.

justharry: what else should I do?

justharry: it isn't as if I could avoid it anyway

Darkmaster: You could accept help if it is offered – just for example.

justharry: look, for you that might look easy. But it isn't!

justharry: they are my guardians, and the moment you turn up there they only would get angry, and they would get angry at ME!

justharry: they won't allow me to leave the house early in the holidays because then they would lose their slave

Darkmaster: Ah, it actually is a calming thought that you see – they only use you as a slave!

justharry: well, they took me in when I was only a year old, and they have to care for me. So of course I have to earn my keep

Darkmaster: Potter!

Darkmaster: One moment I think you actually have seen reason and the next one you come up with such nonsense!

Darkmaster: Does your cousin have to earn his keep?

justharry: no, but that is different.

Darkmaster: And what, pray tell, Potter, is differently there?

justharry: Dudley is their son! I am not! I am only their nephew!

Darkmaster: That is no difference at all, Potter. You are family, you are a child and you deserve to be cared for just as your cousin.

justharry: that's not the point anyway. It wouldn't be possible for you to do anything

justharry: they wouldn't allow you to get me out

Darkmaster: And you think I would ask for their permission, Potter?

justharry: what would you do? Abduct me?

Darkmaster: *snorts*

Darkmaster: That wouldn't even be necessary. But if I had to, then yes, I would.

justharry: and next summer it would be just the worse. Uncle Vernon wouldn't forget about it anytime soon

Darkmaster: And you think I would allow you to go back there next summer?

justharry: where should I go otherwise?

justharry: I have no where else to go

Darkmaster: There are enough wizarding families who would take you.

justharry: and what if not?

justharry: can you guarantee me that I never ever would have to go back?

Would he be able to guarantee Potter that he never would have to go back? Right now he would say yes. If he had anything to say in this, then he would say yes. Then Potter never would go back to those people. The problem was – how much say did he actually have in this? As he knew Dumbledore, considering the headmaster's last words, considering his last conversation with the headmaster, the old coot would send Potter back.

He was sure that if he got Potter out right now, then he would be able to keep the boy out of there for the rest of the summer. But would he really be able to keep Potter from having to return to those damn, abusive muggles next summer?

He couldn't give this guarantee.

And somehow he knew, if he now lied to him, if he now promised him something that he wouldn't be able to keep, then he would lose the trust the boy might build up right now to him. He knew it from experience. He never lied to the abused children in his house. And he should not do so with Potter right now either.

Darkmaster: No.

Darkmaster: I cannot give you this guarantee, Potter, but I can promise you that I would do everything in my power to keep you out next

justharry: then forget it!

Darkmaster: summer too.

Darkmaster: Don't be too quick with your refusal, Potter! You would be out of there right now and you would have time to recover.

justharry: and what good would it do? I would have to go back next year anyway

justharry: and it would be just the worse then

Darkmaster: You would be a year older then, you would be able to think a few things through until then.

justharry: it wouldn't make a difference. I am thirteen. I get fourteen this summer. And still I am too weak to stand up against my uncle.

Darkmaster: That is not what I meant, Potter.

Darkmaster: And neither does it have anything to do with weakness.

justharry: what is it you meant then, Darkmaster?

justharry: and yes, it has EVERYTHING to do with weakness

Darkmaster: You are not weak, Potter!

justharry: I am!

Darkmaster: Shut it, Potter! YOU! ARE! NOT!

Darkmaster: If you are able to endure daily beatings – and don't tell me they are not daily! – then you are not weak!

justharry: but I can't defend myself against a muggle

Darkmaster: You might be a wizard, Potter, but you are under the restriction during the summer. So you wouldn't be able to use magic.

Darkmaster: And defending yourself against your uncle, do you really think you would survive if you went against your uncle?

Darkmaster: From what I learned of your situation, he would beat you to death the moment you just lifted your hand at him.

justharry: you see? I can't do anything!

Darkmaster: Actually – YOU cannot do anything. And thus you are not weak.

Darkmaster: But I would be able to do something. If you allowed me to help you.

justharry: to have my uncle more violent next year!

Darkmaster: Did you read anything I wrote, Potter?

justharry: ?

Darkmaster: I told you, you would be a year older and you would be able to think a few things through until next year.

justharry: and that would help how?

Darkmaster: If you see that it is not right what they are doing, then you would not do everything they have you doing.

justharry: what would only cause them to beat me because I don't do what they say. It won't change anything

Darkmaster: I do know that you might be right, Potter. I do see your logic in this. But nevertheless it might change.

Darkmaster: It is one thing to beat a thirteen year old child that does not see the abuse behind it, but it is another thing to beat a

justharry: and you think I will risk this chance? This MIGHT change, it is just a bit too small for me

Darkmaster: fourteen year old child that knows what is going on.

Darkmaster: There still is the chance that you would not have to go back next summer at all if I get you out right now.

justharry: maybe. But maybe I would have to.

justharry: And maybe I would have a chance next year that they wouldn't beat me, but maybe I wouldn't. it isn't enough for me

Darkmaster: I do see your point, Potter. But do me the favour and try to see mine as well.

justharry: I do see your point, Darkmaster. But I cannot go against them because of just a small chance

justharry: I would not survive the next summer if it got worse then, just because I did something stupid right now

Darkmaster: What exactly do you mean, you would not survive the next summer if it got worse?

justharry: that isn't important

justharry: and it isn't the point either

justharry: I just can't do anything stupid right now and risk the situation to go out of hands next year

Darkmaster: Potter!

Darkmaster: Do inform me what exactly you meant with your comment!

justharry: please!

justharry: just forget it! it isn't the point!

Darkmaster: Potter!

justharry: and it isn't important either

Darkmaster: Actually it IS important, Potter!

justharry: please, Darkmaster. Just stop it!

justharry: I'm too tired to argue with you

For a moment he wanted to write that that was what he wanted. Because if Potter was tired, then maybe he eventually would give in and simply allow him to get him out of there. But at the same time he knew that Potter would be too stubborn – or too afraid. He knew that it did not have to do anything with stubbornness. It only was fear that kept those children in line for their parents or guardians to helplessly being beaten by them.

The only thing he could do, was to try and make Potter seeing reason. And to do so carefully. He knew that Potter was not stupid. He knew that – even if he never would have admitted it before – Potter rather was one of the more intelligent students. The incidents with the stone, with the basilisk and the fact that they had survived a time travel last year without causing more harm than good, even if they had not been able to save Black, proved that.

So – maybe he would be able to get Potter's approval.

He huffed. As if he ever had waited for the approval of any of his students.

Well, he would have to do so now. At least until he would learn that the situation got out of hands at Private Drive. If he sensed any dangers, then he would step in, never mind with or without Potter's consent. And never mind with or without Albus' allowance. And nevertheless …

'I would not survive the next summer if it got worse then, just because I did something stupid right now.'

It was a sentence that did not sit well with him. It was a sentence that actually bothered him more than he was ready to admit. If Potter feared for his life next summer, then it might be worse than what the boy was ready to admit to him right now.

Darkmaster: Alright, Potter. I will leave it. For now at least.

Darkmaster: And nevertheless I want you to think it through.

Darkmaster: You would be able to learn a few things for next year – IF you had to go back then.

justharry: what things?

Darkmaster: Some strategies, some solutions, some reasons. You would be able to learn what it means what your relatives do to you.

justharry: whom should I learn that from? You know as well as do I that I couldn't just ask the headmaster or Professor McGonagall

Darkmaster: You are right, and I know this. But I would teach you such things. You would be able to talk to me.

There was a long pause and Snape waited patiently, knowing that most probably Potter yet again didn't know what to write. The brat actually had to be shocked about the fact that he – a Slytherin – offered that kind of help to him – a Gryffindor. Or that he had been offered such help in the first place, never mind from whom.

justharry: you?

Darkmaster: Yes.

justharry: why?

Darkmaster: Listen Potter, and don't interrupt. Last night you told me that you do not want to lose me.

Darkmaster: I already told you, that I am not sure about being friends with you. A friendship is not simply formed on a whim and the

Darkmaster: difference of age between us is a bit large for my liking. As are other differences I do not wish to discuss here and now.

Darkmaster: But I also told you, that I do care about you or I would not sit here writing with you night for night.

Darkmaster: I offer you this because I want to help you. And maybe – as strange as it is for me to admit this – because I want to know

Darkmaster: the real Harry Potter. Not the golden boy and saviour, the hero.

Darkmaster: You wear a lot of titles, Potter, but underneath them, I begin to see, there is a simple boy. And a boy that needs help.

Darkmaster: Do you understand what I mean?

justharry: no!

justharry; you can't!

Darkmaster: I beg your pardon?

Darkmaster: I do not understand!

justharry: you can't!

justharry: you cannot care!

justharry: no one can!

Darkmaster: I do not understand what you mean, Potter.

Darkmaster: You even asked for my friendship last night.

Darkmaster: And I told you that I do care and want to help you. Even after the holidays.

Darkmaster: Potter?

Darkmaster: Harry?

[User justharry is offline]

Sighing in frustration he shook his head and got to the bathroom.

Somehow he could understand Potter's reaction. Potter had asked for a friend who understood. Not Granger who didn't know what was going on, in front of whom he had to play a part that wasn't him. And not Weasley who – most probably – didn't know what was going on either. In front of whom he had to play an act just as well. Potter needed someone who understood him and who he knew would not judge him because of it.

And right now that was him, Snape – the Darkmaster. Potter wouldn't have chosen him, and he wouldn't have told him, if he wouldn't have pulled the truth out of him during their past private conversations bit by bit, yes. But it was him and Potter clang to this straw like a man drowning.

And now he had offered the boy just this, to be there for him, even if they were back at school, had offered the boy what he had asked for just the night before. And now Potter had gotten into a panic. Had gotten cold feet, most probably believing that he wasn't worth his care and his concern. Of course the boy retreated.

Most likely he wouldn't answer at all anymore tonight. But he would keep his computer online nevertheless. Just in case.

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He had taken a parchment, his quill and ink over an hour ago and had seated himself at his desk to once again work on his article for the potions journal. He really would have to get this one done soon, but somehow all those evening conversations with Potter had kept his mind busy and him from working on this potions article.

Just as tonight.

He still was not able to get this one particular sentence out of his mind, the one in which Potter had stated that he might not survive if he had to go back next year and the abuse would improve. Potter had not said abuse and he surely wouldn't do so anytime soon. They never did, those children. And Potter too did not see it as abuse yet.

And nevertheless the boy's words had been clear.

Twirling the quill through his fingers he sighed, still not understanding why in Merlin's name he was ready to …

A soft ringing sound made him looking up and over to the monitor that still showed the lumos-net.

[User justharry is online]

He read and with another annoyed feeling at himself he felt relieved. Why was it that he felt relieved the moment he saw Potter online and still alive? Once more he snorted. As if Potter would be in real danger of dying. But then – the boy was beaten to a 'bloody pulp' by his uncle – according to the boy. So it wasn't so unlikely a thought. It could be possible that Dursley didn't stop before …

What if Potter had come online because he had been beaten yet again? And he was injured and couldn't sleep because of it?

justharry: Darkmaster?

For a moment Snape actually felt panic rising in his chest at seeing Potter's message on the monitor. Potter addressing him at such an hour? Potter asking for him at such an hour? After he had gone …

What had been happening at Private drive since Potter had left over an hour ago?

Forcing himself to calm down and act reasonable he sat down in front of the monitor.

Darkmaster: Yes?

Darkmaster: I am here.

justharry: Merlin thanks

justharry: sorry

Darkmaster: What happened, Potter?

justharry: nothing.

justharry: just can't sleep

Snape actually breathed a sigh of relief at that statement. At least Potter had not been beaten again yet.

justharry: sorry I disturbed you

Darkmaster: You did not disturb me, Potter, as I still have been online and therefore awake and wandering the lumos-net. There is no need to apologize.

justharry: thanks

justharry: sorry I left earlier

Darkmaster: That too is alright, Potter. You might have been startled and there is no need to apologize for that either.

justharry: anyway …

Darkmaster: Is there a reason you are unable to sleep?

justharry: don't know. Just can't sleep. I have been thinking.

Darkmaster: About our last conversation? I take it?

justharry: yes

Darkmaster: Good.

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To be continued

Next time in The room of requirement

Will Snape be able to lay his prejudices aside completely? And what else will he find out?

.oO( as if it weren’t enough already )

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