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Black Roses	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi everyone. Sorry for the hold up on this chapter. It’s one of those ones that I don’t think I’ll ever be happy with. It probably needs to be longer, but if I put more detail into it we’d be here forever. So sorry if it feels rushed. Anyway here we go, enjoy.

Nosy Gryffindors

Harry, Hermione and Ginny awoke the following morning in the room of requirement, having decided to remain there rather than return to the Gryffindor tower. They ate breakfast there, which Harry asked Dobby to bring for them along with clothes, before dressing for the day and heading to their first lesson.

Thinking about the previous afternoon Harry smiled. When he’d walked into the room of requirement the previous afternoon it was to find the pair sitting on the couch together, just talking quietly amongst themselves. Hermione had told Ginny that she was gay and the other girl had, of course, accepted it without hesitation as any real friend would do. Hermione didn’t tell her how she’d worked it out and Harry doubted she ever would.

The really funny part had come about when Ginny then told them both she was actually bi and had a girlfriend none of them knew about. Harry had wanted so badly to press her for details, but since he wasn’t really ready to tell anyone else about his relationship with Severus yet he’d bitten his tongue and let the redhead decide when she introduced them to the other girl. They’d spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the room studying before asking Dobby to bring them dinner.

They’d eventually decided that they’d rather spend the night together in the room of requirement then go back to the Gryffindor tower and run into Ron and whoever else might be there to judge Hermione for her decision. Harry had offered to leave the girls in peace for the night to do whatever girls normally did during a slumber party, but they’d asked him to stay so he’d agreed, happy to spend more time with them.

They’d asked the room for a couple of beds to sleep on and had been surprised when it had turned the couches into a giant bed that wrapped around the fire place much like the couches had. While they’d been lying there watching the fire before they fell asleep Harry and Hermione had talked to Ginny about the family connection between them and whether she’d felt it too. They weren’t surprised to hear that she had but just hadn’t been sure what to make of it. The three of them mulled over it for a while before eventually coming up with nothing and decided to sleep on it.

Harry had fallen asleep thinking about the previous evening he’d spent in the same room with Severus and ended up dreaming about the potions master, so he woke up quite happy indeed.

The three Gryffindors walked through the castle with Hermione in the middle of them, for at least a little protection from prying eyes. Ginny split off from them when they passed the walkway for her class, leaving just the two of them on their own. Their first class of the morning was transfiguration with Slytherin and they made their way into the room and took a seat, doing their best to ignore everyone around them.

Harry looked around the room once they were seated and noticed all the Gryffindor eyes were on Hermione. Some were looking worried, some were looking accusing, others looked smug which Harry found most disturbing of all. The Slytherin’s on the other hand looked unconcerned which meant they’d either not heard what had happened or just didn’t care, and honestly he hoped it was the latter. Of course ultimately it didn’t matter as long as they left Hermione alone.

Harry’s gaze fell on Ron who was sitting in the middle of a group of Gryffindor boys, whispering to them and glaring at Harry and Hermione. Harry just shook his head and turned his attention to Hermione.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Peachy,” she replied without looking up. “They’re all staring at me aren’t they?”

“Just ignore them, Hermione, at least they don’t think you’re the heir of Slytherin or lying about Voldemort coming back,” he replied, reminding her of some of the times when Harry had been the centre of attention for a lot worse reasons.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she agreed.

Just then Draco, Blaise, Theo and Pansy walked through the door, their gazes shifting to Hermione and Harry as they passed. Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry before motioning with his eyes toward Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes and motioned with his own toward the rest of the Gryffindors. Draco followed his line of sight, shaking his head at the rest of Harry’s house and making his way to his seat beside Blaise. The room was silent for several moments before one of the Slytherin boys piped up and asked.

“What the hell is with all you Gryffindors today? I know Potter saved the world and all, but isn’t the staring a bit much?” he asked.

“We’re not staring at Harry you moron,” Seamus replied.

“Yeah we’re looking at the harlot beside him,” Lavender Brown added from behind him.

Harry glared at the girl as he felt Hermione stiffen beside him. Half the Gryffindors laughed at the comment, the other half looked disgusted. Harry was about to give her a serve over just how rich that was coming out of her when Pansy spoke.

“As much as I’d normally love to watch you Gryffindors tear each other apart it has to be said; she broke up with Weasley not the rest of you, mind your own damn business!” she snapped, opening her transfiguration text book.

The shock of her statement could be felt through the entire class and Hermione looked at Harry in shock.

“This isn’t any of your concern, Parkinson,” Lavender snapped back at Pansy.

“No, you’re right, and it’s not yours either,” Pansy snarled in return.

“It involves people in our house,” Lavender argued.

“Yes it involves them, not you,” Pansy argued back.

“Shut up, Slytherin!” Ron shouted.

“Why should she, Weasel?” Theo demanded. “Are you enjoying watching other people fight your battles for you? What’s wrong, are you too scared to deal with your issues yourself? I thought she was the girl in the relationship not you.”

Enraged Ron climbed to his feet and threw a hex at Pansy and Theo, which Pansy sent back with a Protego. Too angry to think clearly Ron mispronounced his counter spell and the spell Pansy sent back hit him full in the face just as Professor McGonogal arrived in the class room.

“What in the world is going on here?” she demanded.

“She attacked me,” Ron screeched from the floor.

“You attacked us,” Pansy snarled in return. “I just happen to know how to use a Protego charm.”

McGonagall moved to where Ron was lying and pushed back the group of Gryffindors that had surrounded him to see what had happened. Harry watched on as the woman knelt over him for a moment before standing up and pulling him with her.

If the situation hadn’t been so serious Harry would have laughed. Ron was purple, not a dull purple but a vibrant, shimmering purple all over; except for his hair which was lime green. His nose had grown to look like a beak, his tongue hung out of his mouth like a dog, his fingers were now webbed, his ears stuck out like a rabbit and were just as long and he’d grown a long, fluffy tail. Aside from that he appeared to be fine. McGonagall instructed Seamus and Dean to get Ron to the hospital wing and they half carried him out of the room before McGonagall turned back to address the rest of the class.

“Now I want to know exactly what happened,” she demanded. “That hex could have become quite nasty had I not stopped it in its tracks and I will not have this sort of nonsense happening in my class room. Now I expect someone to tell me what happened and I expect the truth!”

Hermione stood up. “Miss Parkinson is telling the truth, Professor. Ron sent the hex at her and Theo, she was only defending herself,” she reported.

The room fell completely silent, all eyes flying to Hermione. Some of them held anger, others confusion, others still with looks of respect.

“So, first you break his heart and now you dob him in to the faculty? Real class act you are,” Lavender sniped.

“That’s enough from you Miss Brown, ten points from Gryffindor,” McGonagall scolded the girl into silence before turning back to face Hermione. “Go on, Miss Granger,” she instructed.

Hermione looked down and took a deep breath before explaining everything to McGonagall, starting with the fact that she’d broken up with Ron and ending with the hex. “And for the record I am not dobbing anyone in, Lavender, I am telling the Professor the truth. Miss Parkinson should not get in trouble for something she didn’t do,” Hermione explained before looking at McGonagall once more.

“She’s lying,” Lavender screeched.

“She is not!” Harry snarled, jumping to his feet. “You’re just upset that your childish behaviour is going to get you into trouble. You’re nothing but a drama queen, Lavender, grow the hell up!”

“That’s enough! All of you sit down this instant!” McGonagall yelled

The three of them took their seats once more. McGonagall watched them through narrowed eyes for a moment before seemingly deciding that they weren’t going to cause any more trouble. She made her way up to the front of the class and turned to face the students, taking a deep calming breath before she spoke. “Does anyone else wish to dispute Miss Granger’s claim?” she asked. The class remained silent so she continued. “Very well, then I will accept it as truth and deal with it accordingly.” She turned her attention to Lavender and Pansy. “Miss Brown, Miss Parkinson, I will not tolerate fighting of any kind in my class. If anything like this happens again I will be reporting you to the principal, is that understood?” she asked.

“Yes Professor,” the girls replied together.

“Now, Miss Brown; Miss Parkinson is right that Miss Granger and Mr Weasley’s break up is none of your concern. Any thoughts or feelings you have on the matter are to be kept to yourself, is that clear?” she asked.

“Yes Professor,” Lavender replied.

“That goes for the rest of you too.” McGonagall turned her attention to the rest of the class then. “A break up between your class mates isn’t anything new and it is not a spectacle for your amusement. Whatever happened between Miss Granger and Mr Weasley is none of your business and it is most certainly not your concern. While I understand your house mates are your friends and you may feel the need to protect them I must remind you that there are always two sides to every story and judging another based on the opinion of a distraught ex is nothing short of foolish, something I thought you would be well aware of by this age. Now, I will thank you to mind your own business and if I catch any more of you poking your noses into the affairs of Miss Granger and Mr Weasley again the punishment will be severe. Am I making myself clear?” she asked.

The students all mumbled agreements and McGonagall nodded satisfied. “Very well. Now, today I had intended for us to learn a new spell, however, I feel this would not be the very best time to have any of you using your wands. Instead, I would like you to follow me out to the lake. Everybody gather up your things and line up by the door.” The professor directed.

The students did as ordered and very soon they were ready to go. They moved toward the lake in an orderly fashion and when they arrived McGonagall turned to face them again. “Now, for the next hour there is going to be nobody out here except us. What I’d like you to do is split up into pairs with each pair consisting of one Gryffindor and one Slytherin. I do not care who you choose to partner with, that is your choice, if you wish to join a couple of pairs together and talk in a group you may do so. Your goal over the next hour is to get to know the person you pair up with; by lunch time I will be expecting you to be able to tell me five things about your partner. Anyone who cannot will receive detention.”

The class looked at the professor in shock and McGonagall grinned. “None of you saw that one coming did you?” she asked rather gleefully. “I will not tolerate complaints from any of you. Competition is healthy, but what you all feel toward each other is far beyond what anyone would consider healthy. You’re not opposing sides in a war, you’re not soldiers in a battle field, you are students at a school and it’s time you got over your prejudice of each other and learnt to co-exist peacefully. You have one hour, make it count,” She finished, looking at them expectantly.

Harry turned to Hermione. “Draco and Pansy?” he asked.

“Yeah, or Theo and Blaise,” Hermione replied. “I’d hate to see them stuck with other people.”

“Hmm,” Harry thought about it. The girl was right, the four of them were all pleasant people and he’d hate to see any of them end up with Lavender.

“Um, guys.” They both looked up to see Neville and Parvati approaching them looking nervous. “We don’t really know the Slytherins, but we saw you talking to some of them yesterday. Could we maybe join you in a group?” Parvati asked.

Harry shrugged, “Why not,” he replied, happy with not having to choose between the four anymore.

He headed the small group of Gryffindors as they made their way over to the Slytherins and addressed the four he wanted to speak to “Would you care to join us?” he asked.

“Why not,” Draco agreed with a smile and the eight of them headed off to find somewhere to sit away from the others. When they found a comfortable spot they sat down and Hermione was the first one to speak.

“Thank you,” she said to Pansy.

Pansy nodded with a smile. “Thank you,” she said in reply. “You know McGonagall would have blamed me for everything if you hadn’t told her what happened. You didn’t have to do that, no one would have been surprised if you didn’t, but you did. You stood up for me and I won’t soon forget that.”

“I just told the truth, besides you did the same for me,” Hermione replied modestly.

“No, what I did is very different from what you did. I had a go at a Gryffindor; regardless of why I did it, it was still a normal site in our school. You took my side against someone in your own house, that’s a very different thing,” Pansy explained. “It took a lot of guts to do what you did and I’m grateful. If I were you I’d be careful though,” she cautioned. “The rest of your house didn’t look particularly pleased with you.

Hermione shrugged, “So what’s new,” she mumbled sadly. “They all hate me already; I doubt this is going to make much of a difference.”

“You might be surprised,” Theo cautioned, causing Hermione to look up at him curiously. “Just watch your back, revenge usually comes about when you least expect it.”

“And feel free to come and hide in our dorm if it gets really bad,” Blaise offered.

Hermione and Harry looked at him surprised, “Wouldn’t the rest of the Slytherins have an issue with us being down there?” Harry asked.

“Not if we told them not to,” Draco replied. “Pansy and I are the prefects and we have a very obedient house thanks to Professor Snape being its head. If we tell them you’re welcome you will be,” he explained.

“Oh, okay then, thanks,” Harry replied, surprised by the other boy’s words.

“So, we’d best do what McGonagall asked us to. I know you want to be a medi-witch,” Pansy said looking at Hermione, “but what about you?” she asked Harry.

“I think I want to be an Auror,” he replied with a smile. “What about you Draco? We know Pansy wants to be a lawyer,” he asked the blonde.

Draco looked back at him sheepishly. “Actually, would it sound crazy if I said I want to be an auror too?” he asked, causing Harry to laugh.

“No, actually I think it would be a good job for you,” he replied. “You’ve had previous experience with dark magic which would definitely help.”

“Yeah, I was thinking I could catch them then Pansy could nail them to a wall,” Draco said causing the group to laugh at him.

“Then we’d have to send them to Hermione and Blaise to get patched up,” Pansy added drawing even more laughter from the group.

“What about you, Theo?” Harry asked.

Theo shrugged, “I actually have no idea,” the dark haired boy replied. “I was thinking about maybe being a professor.”

“That sounds nice,” Parvati commented.

“I think it would be,” Theo replied. “I actually wouldn’t mind working somewhere like here or maybe even Durmstrang and teaching the next generation. I do enjoy teaching other people.”

“I … um … actually thought about studying teaching myself,” Neville suddenly spoke up nervously, drawing all eyes to him.

Theo raised an eyebrow at the nervous Gryffindor who looked like he was about to faint. “Did you now?” he asked with a sly smile and Neville blushed looking down at his hands. Theo shuffled over so he was sitting beside the other boy. “Perhaps we should study together some time,” he suggested and Neville’s blush darkened almost comically when he looked up and noticed the other boy’s position.

“Um … yeah, if you w..want,” the Gryffindor stuttered in reply and Harry looked curiously from Theo to Neville to Draco and Pansy who were grinning knowingly at the dark haired Slytherin.

Draco saw him looking and mouthed “Theo likes boys,” to Harry who finally got what Draco was grinning about and grinned back. Neville liked boys too; perhaps this was the beginning of a new relationship.

“What about you, Parvati?” Hermione asked, turning the group’s attention away from Theo and Neville, which Harry was sure the Gryffindor boy appreciated. “I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to you about what you’d like to do with yourself when you graduate.”

“I was thinking I’d like to be an architect,” The Indian girl replied. “So is Padma, we’re thinking about starting our own business once we’ve graduated and had a bit of experience in the field.”

“That would be fun I think,” Blaise commented. “Being able to design castles and the like.”

Parvati smiled. “Yeah, I think so,” she replied happily.

“Well, there we go we’ve got all the bases covered.” Pansy said. “Draco and Harry can keep us all safe and catch the bad guys, I can prosecute the bad guys and make sure they stay behind bars. Blaise and Hermione can keep us all healthy, Theo and Neville can teach our children and Parvati and Padma can design our houses for us. All we need now is a midwife to keep us healthy in pregnancy and help deliver our kids and we could start our own little community.”

The group all fell into laughter and after that the conversation moved on to likes and interests. It was a nice, easy discussion and when the lesson was over McGonagall didn’t even bother to ask their group any questions before letting them go first to lunch, a warm smile on her face.

XX

Severus checked the stock room and made sure everything was away neatly before closing the door and locking it up. He’d just finished with a class of first years and thankfully they hadn’t been too dimwitted today. He made sure the class room was tidy before heading out toward the great hall for lunch. As he walked down the corridor he took note of the reactions the students had toward him as they passed. The spell’s effects had most definitely worn off and Severus was incredibly grateful for that, however, many of the young girls still looked him over with appreciative eyes and bright smiles, some of them even giggling to their friends as they passed. Severus sighed; at least they weren’t throwing themselves at him anymore.

He saw Professor McGonagall approaching him as he neared the teacher’s entrance to the hall and he did his best not to laugh as the memory of the woman singing at the top of her lungs the previous evening jumped into his head. She smiled as she reached him and took a hold of his arm.

“Oh, Severus, you must come and see. It’s amazing, really it is,” she said, pulling him toward the door.

“See what, Minerva?” he asked, curious as to what had made her so happy. She pulled him through the door and pointed toward the door the students were entering through.

“Look,” she ordered and he did as he was instructed, finding what it was she was so excited about immediately.

The students pouring through the door at that moment were Slytherins and Gryffindors. What was surprising however was while most of them were bunched into their house groups a small number of them were chatting quite amiably with each other in a group. While the other students split up to go immediately to their tables that group stood in the centre of the room until they finished their conversation before wishing each other a good lunch and separating to their tables. Among the group were Harry and Draco, Granger, Zambini, Parkinson, Nott, Longbottom and one of the Patel twins. That had to be one of the weirdest collections of students Severus had ever seen interacting together.

“Okay, you are going to explain what is going on,” Severus told the smiling head of Gryffindor.

“Severus, Minerva, have you seen what’s happening?” Albus asked, coming up to join them.

“Yes, Headmaster, Minerva was just about to explain,” Severus replied, looking expectantly at McGonagall. The woman smiled at them both before pulling them over to sit down at the head table and telling them about her morning.

XX

Harry and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table with Ginny, Neville and Parvati, ignoring the angry looks they were receiving from many in their year level. Draco and the others had offered them a place at the Slytherin table, but they’d decided to go to their own, refusing to be bullied into running away. They had a great lunch despite the table’s tense atmosphere and Harry was happy to see Hermione smiling more than she had been that morning.

At one point Harry chanced a look up at the head table where he found McGonagall, Dumbledore and Severus in what appeared to be a rather serious conversation. As if sensing his gaze Severus attention turned his way and for a moment their gazes locked. The potions master’s eyes held warmth and Harry couldn’t help the smile that immediately spread across his face. He’d be seeing Severus tonight and he couldn’t wait.

Dumbledore drew Severus’ attention away and Harry turned his gaze down to his plate, the smile still firmly in place.

“It’s really nice to see you smile like that,” Hermione whispered in his ear and he turned his smile to her. “I’m happy for you, I truly am,” she said softly.

“Thanks, Hermione,” he replied gratefully.

The rest of lunch went by without incident and when it was over the same group from Transfiguration met back up at the door and headed off to charms together, every house except Slytherin staring after them in shock. Filtwick smiled as they entered the room and asked everyone not to take their seats until the class was all present. When at last everyone arrived he informed them that by request of Dumbledore each student was to select a member of another house to sit with during the lesson. Since this particular lesson involved all four of the houses it took a little time, but eventually each student was sitting next to a member of a house that wasn’t their own.

Since the charms class room was set up in long lines of tables rather than groups of two like most of the other rooms, the group of them all sat together in a long line with Draco at one end and Theo at the other. There was some tension in the room, but all in all the lesson progressed rather smoothly and Harry, while noticing the tension, felt none of it himself.

During their afternoon tea break Harry, Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Theo and Blaise headed out to the lake to enjoy some sun while the other two said they had something they needed to do. It was a lovely day, sunny and warm and Harry couldn’t help thinking how relaxed he felt. He lay back on the grass listening to the laughter of the group around him and thinking about Severus. Honestly, he didn’t think his life could get any better.

“Excuse me, could we join you?”

He opened his eyes and looked over to find a small group of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students looking at their group hopefully. Among them were Parvati, Padma, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Cho, a Ravenclaw girl who Harry had seen before but not spoken to named Maggie, a Hufflepuff from their year called Lyndsey and a Slytherin girl called Leia. There were a few more that he didn’t recognise, including a beautiful, brunette with soft, hazel eyes from Slytherin house who was standing rather close to Ginny. They were all from Harry’s own year or the one below.

Harry looked over at Draco and the others with raised eyebrows. The group exchanged a look before Draco shrugged and said, “I don’t see why not, as long as you’re going to be civil.”

The new arrivals took a seat around them and introductions were made for those who were not familiar with each other. It turned out they were a group of students who’d previously become friends but hadn’t made a point of letting anyone else know as they expected scorn from their peers. Now that the students were finally being encouraged to make friends with members of other houses they’d decided to make their friendship known. Harry was surprised to hear that Ginny had been part of this group and not told himself or Hermione about it.

The young Slytherin with the hazel eyes turned out to be Astoria Greengrass; a sixth year from a pure blood family, who, unbeknownst to everyone except the group, had been one of Ginny’s best friends since their first year at Hogwarts. That surprised Harry and Hermione even more and Harry could see the shock on the faces of Draco, Pansy and Blaise as well. When Hermione asked Ginny about it the young redhead explained that she’d known Ron would react badly and she hadn’t wanted to put Harry and Hermione in the position of having to keep a secret from him. Harry understood that, he was hesitant to tell Hermione about Severus for the same reason until her break up. He wondered and he was sure Hermione did too, if this girl was the one Ginny was in the relationship with. He didn’t ask though, he’d wait until she told them herself.

The rest of the break was spent getting to know each other a little better and when the bell rang the group split off to head to their next class, but not before the Gryffindors present informed Hermione that they supported her decision to separate from Ron and didn’t think badly of her for it. Harry could tell the girl was grateful for that.

Their last lesson of the day was herbology which included the most of the group from their year. It passed quickly blessedly and before they all knew it they were headed back down to the lake. They chatted until dinner time then made their way up to the great hall where Harry was surprised to find there were no longer four separate tables in the dining room, but rather one large table in the shape of a spiral that spread out to encompass the entire room. The head table was the only one still remaining, which Harry figured was a good thing seeing as the teachers and students would still need time separate from one another.

Smiling the group moved to one end of the table where they all sat together and continued their conversations from earlier. Harry looked around the room with a smile. As much as he knew Dumbledore was responsible for the changes to the great hall he also knew that, in a way, this change had started with Severus, Draco and himself. To say he was proud of their achievement would have been an understatement. He looked over at Draco who was eating his food with a small smile on his face and nudged him slightly with his arm.

“We did this,” he whispered to the blonde who smiled down at him.

“Yeah we did, feels good doesn’t it? Even if no else will ever really know,” the Slytherin replied.

Harry nodded and something suddenly occurred to him. “You know what I just realised?” he asked.

“What?” Draco replied.

“I don’t need an excuse for being down in the dungeons when I visit Severus now,” Harry whispered with a grin. “If anyone asks I can just tell them I was visiting you.”

Draco smiled back at him. “That’s true, and I hope you will come just to visit me as well.”

“Of course I will,” Harry agreed with a smile.

Their conversation was halted by the sudden arrival of a young Gryffindor girl, a third year if Harry was remembering properly. She ran up to where they were sitting, a look of distress in her eyes.

“Harry, Hermione, come quickly you have to see,” she panted frantically before running from the room once more.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a worried look that was mirrored by all those around them and quickly got up to follow the young Gryffindor, most of the group following close behind. They reached the portrait of the fat lady and the girl all but shrieked the password before sprinting up to the dorms. She threw open the door to the 7th year girls dorm and ran inside pointing to one of the beds. Harry and Hermione ventured inside and what they saw made them gasp in horror.

The bed was ripped to pieces, the drapes shredded, the trunk at the bottom in pieces and all the contents strewn across the floor in destroyed fragments. Most alarming of all were the words “SLUT, WHORE and TRAMP” that were burnt into the mattress, the bed frame and the wall behind it; some of the letters still glowing and hot. Harry turned sad eyes to Hermione, knowing that the bed must be hers. The girl was trembling and tears were streaming from her eyes as she took in the remnants of what used to be her stuff. There wasn’t a piece of anything she owned that appeared to be intact, not even the photograph of her parents that had been sitting on her bedside table.

He slipped his arm around her shoulders and saw Ginny slip up on the other side of her to do the same. She was sobbing quietly into her hands, a broken look in her eyes, and Harry couldn’t help the anger that welled up in him. Whoever did this had to pay.

“Harry,” he turned when he heard Draco say his voice quietly. “What about your room?” the boy asked.

Suddenly feeling panicked, Harry slipped his arm from around Hermione and ran across the corridor to his dorm. Throwing the door open he spotted three third year boys standing around his bed and he was about to pull out his wand and hex them, when one of them ran forward and said, “Mr Potter, Sir, we heard what happened to Miss Granger’s bed and we came in here to guard yours and Mr Longbottom’s stuff. No one’s come in here that we’ve seen,” he reported.

Harry reined his anger back in and nodded to the three boys. “Thank you, all of you, it’s greatly appreciated.”

“Yes, thank you,” Harry turned to see Neville standing behind him and moved to the side to allow the other boy to enter the dorm as well.

“What are you going to do, Mr Potter?” Another of the boys asked.

“I honestly don’t know,” Harry replied moving over to stroke Hedwig who was still happily sleeping in her cage.
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So I honestly don’t know how to feel about this chapter. It feels a bit rushed in places, but if I made it any longer it would just take forever to get through so it’s staying as it is. Sorry if the grammar is terrible and the chapter goes too quickly, the next one will be better. Anyway so next time we’ll see the aftermath of the attack on Hermione’s stuff and what the headmaster is going to do about it. Also there will be more Harry/Sev in the next chapter, promise. Hopefully it won’t be long away.
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